Exposure
28
Juggling Life
“Leslie” by Volodymyr TVERDOKHLIB, ID477279049, licensed from Shutterstock.com
WE DIDN’T GO straight to fucking. I half-heartedly told her the ‘no fucking in the studio’ rule. But Leslie had either snookered me into showing her what she already knew, or she learned very fast. As the day progressed, she practiced on me every move I made in seducing a model.
By three o’clock, we were both naked in the darkroom. We processed film and pulled proof sheets. Then she sat on my lap and we connected in the most intimate way. Those lovely little suckable nipples of hers proved to be just that.
We looked at our proofs and I believed she got as many good photos as I did, but one that I took was worthy of a gallery showing. We parted, knowing we’d work together some more.
“Oh, by the way,” she said, “I’m the vanguard. When they see our photos, I think the whole Whore Corps will want to have a sitting with you.”
After such a packed weekend, it was kind of a lonely week for me in Chicago. Ronda was staying in Tenbrook until all four girls (including Toni) came out Thursday night.
I met with my study group as usual on Tuesday afternoon and Leanne immediately asked Leslie how her photo session with me went. Leslie never blushed like that when we were actively seducing each other on Saturday. The color in her cheeks was all the answer Leanne needed to her question. But when I showed the art print of Leslie that I’d done, all speculation about how the session progressed ended. I put an arm around Leslie and kissed her cheek as Devon, Leanne, and Carrie exclaimed about what a wonderful photo it was.
“Um… Leanne, you might want to make sure that Nate has at least one assistant working with him whenever another member of the Whore Corps books an appointment,” Leslie said. “I mean… you know… they aren’t photographers or used to the studio and probably wouldn’t know what to do to help.”
“Good idea,” I said.
Thursday night the girls arrived. The VW was packed to the gills with stuff from the Tenbrook studio, stuff our parents insisted we needed, and stuff the girls had bought on their many shopping trips. They even brought a couple of nice big rugs to spread on the hardwood floors.
And gates we could put across certain doors so Toni couldn’t pass. She was becoming an absolute terror on two legs now that she was stable and running around. The first thing she wanted, though, was to dance with Uncle Nate. I picked her up, turned on the radio to WLS, and “Sugar, Sugar” started playing. The two of us rocked out and when I finally put her down, Toni stood in the middle of the floor twisting her body to the rhythm, even though three other songs had played since then. Happy baby!
It was so wonderful to have my girlfriends in bed with me that night. The bed was just barely big enough for the four of us, as long as we weren’t practicing any gymnastics. We kept the loving restrained enough that no two of us knocked the other two out of bed.
I knew they’d all be wondering about my intense photo sessions the previous weekend, so I’d brought the three art prints home with me. There was an immediate consensus that two of the three needed to be hung in our apartment instead of the studio gallery. One was Leslie’s and one was a dancing Adrienne in front of the blurry background of ancient ruins.
I was pleased that they wanted some of my artwork displayed in the apartment. They promised to go out to get them framed the next day. We had a simple dinner Thursday night because I had classes the next day. Classes that I had cut the previous week. My professors forgave me when they saw the other picture of Adrienne that showed her elegant back with fabric whipping around her on the bed and the Marquis de Sade quote tattooed on her spine.
I took that one to the studio after class and the girls picked me up there for dinner out at the Trat. By the end of the weekend, our apartment looked like an actual home. It was fully furnished, albeit in secondhand furniture, and even had art on the walls. Our apartment had its own Attic Allure.
Patricia, Toni, and Anna headed back toward Rockford and Tenbrook Sunday afternoon and Ronda and I had a little quiet lovemaking. Monday would be her first day of classes at the University of Chicago and she was as excited to get started as I ever was.
Thursday afternoon, Jordan met me at the studio. I’d been told I had an appointment at the studio and assumed it was for photos. It turned out it was just Jordan and me. I wasn’t positive what Beth’s father wanted with me, but I was happy to see him.
“I don’t see you as much with Beth being on the road,” he said. He bypassed the usual hand shake and gave me a hug. I really liked the guy and it seemed he liked me, too. “How are you holding up this fall?”
“It’s been pretty hectic, but we got moved into the apartment and just finished furnishing it this weekend. I’ve had a couple of good photo sessions, though.” I showed him the pictures of Adrienne and of Leslie. He was enthusiastic.
“I want a copy of that one,” he said.
“I knew you would and I’m sorry to say I can’t give it to you. Adrienne’s model release has a five-year hold on it. I’m allowed to display one copy in my gallery. That’s all.”
“The other one?” He pointed at Leslie in front of the mirror.
“That one’s available. What size would you like?”
“The 16x20 is too big for most photos. What’s the next size down?”
“For the 4x5 photos like this one, I’m finding 12x15 is a nice size. That’s what I’ve got hanging at home.”
“That’s good. What are the prices now?”
“$150 for the 12x15. Anna and I worked out current prices this past weekend. But you know, Jordan, I’d give you a copy.” He was the father of one of my girlfriends and was going to loan us the money for the house in Stratford.
“Don’t say that. We can be friends, maybe even relatives, but business transactions remain business transactions. If you were comparably higher for that large photo you have on hold, I’d tell you $250 was not nearly enough.”
“Um… That was commissioned and paid for by the same patron that bought the photos in Las Vegas. The two art prints and an album of thirteen 8x10s…”
“Ten thousand? No. Even more. Don’t give me the number. I’ll feel guilty. Just bask in the joy of your success. Do you still need a loan for the house in Stratford?”
“Oh, yeah. Geez! I almost forgot. Patricia and I are going up next week. We close on Tuesday,” I said.
“Well, I wanted to go over the details with you. We’ll need to be coordinated when you get there. In real estate, closings are usually done by wire transfer rather than by check these days. The exact amount will depend somewhat on the exchange rate with Canada when the transaction goes through. We’re in a pretty good position right now. We can buy Canadian for about $0.93 per dollar. That’s like getting a discount of seven percent on your purchase price.”
I was pretty sure I hadn’t gotten that good of an exchange on the ten grand I paid as a down payment. We went through all the details and he had a paper for me to sign as a promissory note. It was a little scary. We were doing a lot of manipulation. First off, I would be the signer on the deed and the note. Yeah. I was going to own property in Canada, which was the whole purpose of this transaction in the first place. I would owe Jordan the entire promissory note and had already paid $10,000 as a down payment. Jordan would deduct one-fifth of the total closing price from the promissory note as being his daughter’s share. He figured she was going to ask him to front her share anyway, so he’d handle that directly. Depending on the exchange rate, we would each owe about $5,000 for the purchase. I’d already contributed $10,000, which included $5,000 for the business and my $5,000 share. So, Patricia, Ronda, and Anna would each owe me about $60 a month and I’d owe Jordan around $150 a month. The three girls’ payments would cover what we owed Jordan and the basic utilities and insurance. Of course all the numbers would change slightly, based on the exchange rate the day we closed and exact closing costs.
Jordan also recommended that I see a lawyer and create a will so that if anything happened to me, the girls would be protected in the amount of their investment. Since we weren’t married and I would own the property, the only way to ensure that they would be able to keep or dispose of the property was to have it spelled out in my will.
The whole thing was exciting and at the same time, a little depressing.
When I got home from classes Friday night, Patricia and Anna had dinner ready. Ronda arrived about the same time I did. Of course, priority number one was to dance with Toni. After a couple of good rock numbers, I could put her down and hug Anna and Patricia. They’d fixed a nice meal of tuna noodle casserole, which Toni happily chewed up with her new teeth. She was even happier when they brought out a birthday cake and sang happy birthday to me. In the morning, somewhere around seven-thirty, I’d turn twenty years old. The girls were determined not to wait to celebrate.
Ronda got baby duty that night as Patricia and Anna decided they were going to give me a two-on-one experience like I hadn’t had since Christine broke up with me. Anna pressed her pussy onto my mouth and I joyfully lapped at her liquid center as Patricia planted herself on my cock. When Anna had come, she slipped off and Ronda took her place while Anna stood alert for any sign that Toni was not sleeping.
I came in Patricia, flooding her pussy and was not prepared to find Ronda aggressively pushing Patricia down to suck my come out of our girlfriend’s pussy. I don’t think Patricia was quite prepared for it either as she started coming almost at once. I knew what to do, though, when I saw Ronda’s pert ass up in the air and her wet pussy between her thighs. I jumped behind her and pushed my dick, still wet from Patricia’s pussy, into my roommate.
I saw Anna standing nearby with a hand in her pussy while she watched us fucking. I motioned her to me and soon had replaced her hand with mine while she bent to suck on Patricia’s nipples. It was the first time we’d all had sex with each other at the same time and it was epic. It’s not like we all came at the same time, but we all got there and collapsed together on the bed for the night.
I woke up on my birthday morning with my cock buried in Anna from behind as the two of us made love. Over Anna’s shoulder, I saw Patricia and Ronda holding each other and kissing. I think that was the best birthday present I could have ever asked for.
I spent my birthday surrounded by naked girls, albeit one was only fifteen months old. The other three were my lovers and partners. And each of them managed to drag me (willingly) into the bedroom for a little private celebration during the day.
We went out for birthday dinner to Pizzeria Uno. Beth and I had eaten there once and it was utterly outstanding. Not only was the pizza good, but they had little supplements to the food we packed for Toni. The Cheerios were a big hit with her and it was comical to watch her pick up each little ‘O’ meticulously with her fingers. She even liked the sauce from the pizza and dipped a breadstick in it to chew on.
The rest of us chowed down on the deep-dish pizza that was unlike anything else I’d ever had. We ended up packing about a third of the giant pizza to take home as we cleaned up Toni and left. Our little angel was asleep by the time we got home, and went directly to bed.
The four of us sat around the rest of the evening and just talked about life and how things were changing. Anna had shifted from a certificate course to a BA route for her accounting degree. That meant she’d have another two years after this school year, just like Ronda and me.
Ronda loved her first week in school and said the coursework was about evenly divided among the three focuses for International studies, Sociology, Political Science, and Languages. She was already fluent in Spanish and French. Now she was studying Russian of all things. Do svidaniya. I don’t know why that was the first thing she learned.
About midnight, the phone rang and we sat at the kitchen table passing around the receiver as Beth told us all how much she loved us and missed us. And she wished me happy birthday and reminded me to save the 27th of December in the studio for her birthday photoshoot. She was calling from Miami where she was about to board a cruise ship where they’d be entertaining nightly as the ship sailed the Caribbean. She said she was on schedule to return the eleventh of December and they’d be playing the weekend at the Orion Room in Chicago.
“Good luck at the signing on Tuesday,” she concluded. “Poppa said he’d be ready to wire the funds and it would be a done deal. I love you guys and I miss you terribly. Just a couple more months and I’ll be home to stay.”
Sunday around noon, Patricia, Toni, and I kissed Ronda and Anna goodbye and took off in Patricia’s Rambler for Canada. Anna would be leaving in the evening in my VW. Ronda would be alone in the apartment for a few days. I promised to call in the evenings.
The Rambler scooted along a little faster than my VW out on the freeway. We crossed the bridge into Windsor, Ontario a little after five-thirty and checked in at the same Holiday Inn we’d stayed at a few times. The guy at the desk was getting used to seeing me with some combination of girlfriends, but was confused when he didn’t see my microbus. We explained that it was faster for us to take the Rambler on this trip since we needed to get back Wednesday as soon as possible.
He nodded and handed us a food coupon for the restaurant. Just because he was a nice guy and enjoyed seeing my girlfriends, I think. I’d been here with Ronda, with Patricia and Anna, and with all three. This was the first time I’d been here with just Patricia and Toni. But we had a nice meal in the restaurant and once she was fed and bathed, Toni settled down in the portable crib we carried with us. Over the course of the past few months, Patricia had acquired everything she needed to take care of her baby on long trips and Toni liked to travel in the car. Or the bus.
Once she was settled and asleep, I spent a long time just massaging Patricia and telling her how much I loved her. Inevitably, the massage ended with my tongue in her pussy as I licked her to a strong come with my fingers deep inside her. That wasn’t the end, though. It wasn’t long before she tugged my stiff cock to her opening and sighed deeply as I sank into her.
“One day. When you’re ready,” she whispered. “One day you’ll put a baby in me. I don’t know if Ronda or Anna will ever want to get pregnant. And I just don’t know about Beth. But when we make love, I imagine that we are making our own baby brother or sister for Toni. I thought I was going to be a Playboy bunny and a sex queen. Now I’m a happy mommy. I’ll work as much as I can and contribute and pull my weight, but more and more, I’m thinking I should move to Chicago to be with you and Ronda. Then I could take care of the apartment and the baby. I could have dinner ready for my husband and wife when they get home. I might even find a job that will let me keep her with me. Would you like all that, Nate?”
“Oh, God, Patricia! I never thought we’d seriously be talking about that. There’s nothing I want more than to have all my girls with me,” I said. “When you’re ready to leave Tenbrook, come and live with us. Be with us always.”
We went on to Stratford the next day and checked into a local hotel. It was considerably tighter quarters than the suites at the Ambassador Holiday Inn, but it was also only twelve dollars a night since the theatre season was over and the town was as quiet and sleepy as it had been the first time Ronda and I visited before the season began a year and a half ago.
Harold met us at the office and went over all the papers with us, so we’d be prepared the next morning.
“Now we can convert everything to US dollars so we close in your currency,” he said. Jordan had warned me of this.
“Our lender prefers to have you complete the transaction in Canadian dollars and our bank will make the conversion. There is a direct wire transfer system by which the correct currency and balance will be wired directly to the receiving account. We’re assured that the funds will be available within half an hour for your deposit. If we have a firm time within five or ten minutes of when the funds will be needed, the time lapsed will be even less,” I explained.
“That’s too bad. American banks add an immense fee for conversion of currency that Canadian banks don’t. Do you think you could reconsider that?” Harold asked. I smiled. ‘The ploy,’ as Jordan called it was to offer a lower exchange rate and then resell the American dollars in Canada for a premium.
“This is an American Express transfer, direct from American Express Canada. I believe it is the lender’s option as to how the transaction is handled,” I said. That stopped the conversation and we did not return to it. I received the final closing statement and made arrangements to have it faxed to Jordan. We set the closing time as ten o’clock Tuesday morning.
The closing went smoothly. I signed all the papers I had to and made the call. The closing agent was surprised to find the funds had been transferred in just ten minutes. He congratulated me and handed me the keys. Everyone wanted to spend a minute making funny faces at Toni and complimenting Patricia. Most assumed she was my wife, but no one expected her to do anything more than support her husband and take care of the baby. She was a woman.
The purchase of the building also included the purchase of the business and all the inventory that was there. I had to transfer the business ownership to Attic Allure, Inc. with the appropriate department in the city and then rush to the bank to open an account for it. We talked to the insurance agent who managed Mrs. Wells’ policies. I got the protection we needed and then we went to meet with Melinda Gaston and set the hours and pay for her over the winter. The shop would only really be open on Saturday and ‘by appointment.’ Melinda was happy with the arrangement and Anna had figured out how to manage payment. We’d receive the bank statements in Chicago, so I felt pretty confident that we had everything taken care of by the time we collapsed in bed Tuesday night.
We had one more night of making love while the baby slept near us. Patricia was a gentle lover and I imagined that she had been a peaceful influence on Tony when he was in a temper. She’d certainly kept me calm through the process of all the business that had to be taken care of. She lay on her back with me between her legs as I pressed into her hot depths, just looking at me and smiling.
“I used to fantasize about you on nights when I was alone,” she whispered. “It was never as good as this. My fantasy was to imagine you looking at my pictures and masturbating. I thought this was what millions of men would be doing, but I knew this one. I knew that you’d be looking at the picture and remembering what I really looked like when you took it. You’d know just how hard my nipples were. I wondered if you had any idea how wet I was or if I left an aroma when I was turned on. As I imagined you stroking your cock in your hand, my fingers found my way into my wet pussy and I’d slowly push them inside, imagining you thinking about what I would feel like when you entered me. Then I’d see your cock in my mind’s eye and watch it explode with come, just as I shook with an orgasm. I like this better. I like feeling the real you stroking in and out of my pussy and coming with me.”
We kissed and my cock erupted as Patricia pressed against me and went rigid. As soon as she’d relaxed, I started pumping in her again, keeping myself hard through the ultra-sensitive moments following orgasm.
“When I took your glamour photo and you brazenly took off your shirt to pose topless for me, you said you wouldn’t mind if I looked at your picture as I beat the meat that night,” I said. “But you said something else important. You said you were going to let your fingers do the walking and think about the pole in my pants while you diddled the fiddle. Later that night, when I was doing exactly what you thought I’d be doing, I came to the sudden realization that all that meant you were masturbating. It was the first conscious awareness I had that girls could get pleasure from sex, too. I’d read in a book that some girls got pleasure from stimulating their clitoris, but it didn’t soak in that it meant you could masturbate, and if you could masturbate, you could surely come! Thinking of you coming while you thought about my cock was what pushed me over the edge so powerfully that I almost passed out. I vowed to always make sure my girlfriends received pleasure from sex.”
“You do a good job of that, lover,” Patricia giggled. We picked up the pace and soon came again. I just held Patricia in my arms until we got up to shower and head back to Chicago.
I made it to class on Thursday, and to my photo appointment that afternoon. It was a pretty tame session and we got out by four. I hustled home and got dinner ready. Ronda had classes until five on Thursday and Anna would get in about six. Anna had no Friday classes and I considered how nice that must be.
I got back to class on Friday and was impatient to get home Friday afternoon. Leanne reminded me that I had a photoshoot on Saturday and I groaned. I really just wanted some time to spend with my girlfriends. It was the first time for me to really debrief with them about the whole experience of buying property in Canada. I was a homeowner! Of course, all the girls were to make payments to me on the thirtieth of each month and I’d pay Jordan for our loan, but the store and apartment above it were in my name.
“Patricia and I went back over to the apartment after dinner Tuesday. Mrs. Wells considered everything in the apartment except her personal items to be part of the stock of the store, so the apartment is fully furnished in the living room, bedroom, and kitchen. There’s nothing in the other rooms. Anyway, Toni was asleep in her stroller, so Patricia and I made love in the new apartment,” I said.
“Good!” Ronda declared. “It establishes the right kind of energy in the apartment immediately.”
“Sort of makes it ours. You’ve marked our territory,” Anna added.
“You make it sound like a dog peeing in the corner.”
“I hope it wasn’t pee,” Anna said. “But maybe you should mark me next.”
“And me,” Ronda said.
We left the dishes in the sink and headed for bed. After I’d filled Anna’s vagina with semen, she stayed on her back for Ronda to lick while I plowed into Ronda from behind. I faded off to sleep, but was jostled awake by my two girlfriends who were changing positions.
“Like this?” Anna whispered from between Ronda’s legs.
“Oh, yes, honey. Do that again,” Ronda panted.
Holy shit! Anna was going down on Ronda.
“Tell me if I’m not doing it right.”
“Do whatever would make you feel good,” Ronda answered. “Oh! Yes, like that! Oh, Anna!”
I nearly wept. Ronda was admittedly bisexual and craved women as much as she did me. Anna and Patricia had grown close to each other and to Ronda over the summer and now were open to pleasing each other. I wasn’t sure how much they enjoyed it, but they were reaching out to Ronda to bring her closer into our circle. I hadn’t seen Ronda so happy since Chris left.
My client Saturday was Carol Hall for a portrait and Attic Allure photo. Ronda and Anna decided to join me for what sounded like a fairly simple sitting and then we’d go do something fun. Maybe a movie.
We got set up and Carol arrived promptly at 1:00.
“Welcome to Attic Allure, Carol. I’m Nate. These are my assistants Ronda and Anna,” I said when I greeted her. I glanced at her form and saw the package had been indicated as the standard client with our new prices of $45, including a portrait and a glamour shot. Anna had suggested the price increase and accompanied it by making it two 8x10s since we were no longer doing yearbook photos. We’d raised the price of 8x10 reprints to $6.
“Hi, Nate. Nice to meet you,” she said. “I didn’t know there would be others present.”
“I usually work with assistants. It makes moving sets and lights easier. You look familiar. Do I know you?” I asked.
She had short dark brown hair—not ratted, but sort of fly away chin length. Her face was narrow with prominent upper teeth and a long slender nose between brown eyes so dark they were almost black. She was about five-six with a fairly modest bust and a kind of slouch that could conceal her bust anyway. A nice-looking girl, but not one I would immediately be attracted to.
“We don’t have any classes together, but I know who you are. I’m a friend of Leslie’s,” she said.
Friend. My mind immediately jumped to the Whore Corps and Leslie’s statement that she was the vanguard. If Carol was expecting the kind of treatment Leslie got, she would be disappointed. I was newly resolved not to fuck in the studio after my sessions with Adrienne and Leslie. Especially not with my girlfriends working with me.
“Well, you have selected to pay for your sitting, which comes with two 8x10 photos. Of course, you can buy additional photos. Do you have anything specific in mind?”
“Somewhere in the bunch, I need to have a college portrait I can send home to my parents. I want it to show the real me, though, and not some made up vision that will just fool my parents. They know I’m wilder than that. And I want an Attic Allure photo that will really let my wild side show,” she said. “And… um… if you happen to get a great art shot like that one of Leslie she showed us, I’d give you special permission to display and distribute it.”
“Who are you when you are wild?”
“A crazy chick who runs up and down the dorm halls naked and once danced nude on the roof under the moon. And I’m a pretzel. You can bend me into almost any shape you want. Maybe you can find a new position for me,” she whispered.
I rather thought it might be difficult to find a new position she hadn’t been in. But the idea of dancing nude on the roof was something I liked.
“Okay. So, join me behind the privacy screen, if you would. I want to look you over and decide what we can do that brings out the real you.”
“You want me naked?”
“Not yet.” She looked disappointed. “When I’m ready for you to be naked, I’ll take your clothes off you.”
She gasped and then smiled.
“Sounds like fun.”
“You should know that, no matter what Leslie might have told you, I don’t fuck in the studio and I don’t date models,” I whispered as I put an arm around her and turned her so I could see her back. Also, so I could feel how thin or hefty she was around the waist. She was slim, but not an hourglass like Adrienne. I rather thought that shape was fairly rare.
“Why, Mr. Hart, did I suggest such a thing?” she said with a snicker.
“Ronda, Carol needs some help with makeup,” I called. My girlfriend was quick to respond.
“Oh, dear. You’re not wearing any, are you?” Ronda said as soon as she looked at Carol.
“I want to keep that appearance,” I said. “Very subtle on the makeup so a passerby would glance and say, ‘Oh, how fresh. She doesn’t even need makeup.’ Understand what I’m getting at?”
“Loud and clear, boss,” Ronda said. “Have a seat, Carol.”
I slipped away to talk to Anna.
“We’re going to make a spectacle of stripping her,” I whispered. “She brags that she can be bent into any position. I might need help bending her. Are you up to having some fun with Ronda to help us?”
“We haven’t done anything like that together since we finished the calendar poses for the class of ’69. This will be fun,” Anna said. “What do we start with?”
“She wants one picture she can send home to mama without getting glammed up at all. So, we’ll start with a portrait, but let’s move a table onto the blue backdrop. I think I’ll put her behind it, sitting on it, and possibly dancing on it. When we get the part where she’s dancing, we’ll start removing clothes. Okay?”
“I can’t wait.”
We got the blue backdrop pulled down and out so she would stand on it as well as have it behind her. I thought I’d be getting a picture in her tight blue jeans and yellow button-down shirt full length. It was a strange mix of rebellious and formal at the same time.
Anna found a table that was sturdy enough she could sit or stand on it and was only coffee table height. I supposed we could have used a cube, but I liked the idea of the table. Anna suggested a chair in the scene as well, even if Carol didn’t interact with it. We found a kind of upholstered captain’s chair that could be considered halfway between a dining chair and a casual sitting room chair. There were a couple of tears in the leather, but I liked that rough-used look. It went with the table, as well. Rough-used. That was going to be a theme for working with Carol.
And that was what emerged from behind the privacy screen. Ronda did a fantastic job with the makeup. To look at Carol you wouldn’t have any idea that she had makeup on if you hadn’t seen her completely without. I wasn’t even sure how she got the girl’s eyes to pop without using an eyeliner or shadow.
We went to work.
I got several good shots, including one where she was crawling on the table and one standing in the chair. I was sure we got a good one for her parents. I stepped onto the set with her as Anna changed film for me.
“Now, I want to find out what kind of underwear a wild child wears,” I said. She reached for the buttons on her shirt and I pushed her hands down. “What did I say?” I asked as I reached around her from behind and started to unbutton her shirt. I spent a long time fiddling with the buttons while my hands were cupping her breasts. Her breath came in little pants.
“I can feel your nipples,” I whispered in her ear. Ronda joined me and unbuttoned Carol’s sleeves. “I think you wore some special underwear today, didn’t you?”
Ronda pushed the shirt off her shoulders and pulled it down her arms and off as I squeezed Carol’s bra-covered boobs. Or almost covered. The bra was just a few strips of fabric—a strip under her boobs, a strip over her boobs and a strip with a little decorative crochet across her nipples. It had straps over her shoulders and a strap around her chest under the boobs that held the others in place. This was a bra that offered no support, no concealment, and really no protection against questing fingers—mine.
I noticed Ronda was still fussing around in front of Carol and was straightening a strange kind of girdle around Carol’s abdomen. It was composed of seven bands around her torso connected by a couple of vertical strips to maintain the spacing. I’d certainly never seen anything like it.
“Ronda, I think we need to see the rest of this. Would you remove the jeans for us?” I asked as I continued to fondle Carol’s breasts and work my fingers beneath the crochet work so I could squeeze her nipples. Carol leaned back against me with her head on my shoulder.
“Is this the first position?” she asked.
“It will be shortly,” I answered.
The torso strips were attached to a pair of black bikini panties and I helped lift Carol’s legs, one at a time, out of the jeans as Ronda pulled them off.
Then we went back to taking pictures. I moved Carol into several positions, having her adopt a number of expressions as she lifted her arms or stretched them out with her hands in claws. In the process, the little crocheted patches over her nipples slipped down so she was exposed delightfully.
I reached around Carol from behind again and cupped her breasts as Anna approached from in front and reached around between us to unfasten the bra. Then Anna pulled my hands down and away from Carol’s exposed breasts. Anna surprised Carol and me by squeezing Carol’s breasts and rubbing her nipples to make sure they were stiff.
“If these start to soften, let me know,” Anna whispered. “I’ve gotten pretty good at sucking them to make them hard again.”
Carol whimpered.
Carol was still in her panties and the odd girdle when I stopped again and started removing the table and chair. They’d been great props, but I had something else in mind now.
“We need the black backdrop now and cross lighting from the front. No backlight,” I said. Ronda and Anna immediately went to work, having gotten a lot of experience in all phases of the process when we were in Las Vegas. I put Carol’s bra back on her. She looked at me inquisitively.
“You’re done undressing me?” she asked.
“Oh, no. I just wanted to start over,” I said as I carefully lifted her breasts into the strips of fabric and straightened the strips so they laid flat against her skin. “I have a concept that might or might not work. I’m going to try to make your lingerie blend into the backdrop so it looks like you are just strips of Carol.”
I led her onto the black backdrop and worked for several minutes adjusting the lighting and playing with different filters. If this worked, I’d want to set up with the 4x5 as well as the Hasselblad. When I was ready, I went back to snapping photos, repositioning her, and snapping again. I finally saw the position I wanted and kept her there, supported by Ronda and Anna, as I switched to the Linhof camera and set for a good shot. Getting the right filter that would flatten the scene and make the black background and the black underwear appear to merge was the most difficult process.
Then I started removing bits until Carol was completely naked. I liked what I saw, including the trimmed but abundant black bush that covered her pussy.
“This is what you’ve been waiting for all afternoon, isn’t it? The wild girl who dances naked in the halls and on the roof,” I whispered to her as I began to pluck at her pubic hair to fluff it out.
“I thought we’d never get here,” she breathed.
I slid my fingers down between her legs and stroked up her slick pussy lips.
“Uh… Nate… Um… If we’re really not going to fuck… um… could you not put anything in me? Please?”
My fingers were teasing her lower lips apart so I could find her clit.
“You don’t want to feel me pushing up into your vagina with my fingers?” I asked.
“Um… You’re already doing more than any other boy has done to me. I’d rather save being penetrated for when I’m going to fuck the first time,” she whispered. “But you can keep playing with my clit. I like that.”
“Oh, I’ll keep you up on edge for as long as can. Would you prefer to have Ronda play with you? She’s very good at this.”
“As good as you? Oh, Nate, I think I’m going to come.”
“Not yet,” I said, withdrawing my fingers. “First, I want to catch this wanton vision of the naked dancer.”
I took a picture and then shifted her to a different position. Then I took another picture. Each time I repositioned her, I touched her intimately, keeping her on edge. She nearly came the first time I stroked across her anus and I filed that away for a suitable climax.
“Now, let’s see what kind of a pretzel we can make out of you.”
I began pushing and bending her in very undancelike poses. I finally had her on her knees with her face toward her pussy and the top of her head on the drop. I pulled one hand behind her and had her hold the other hand between her legs. I took the picture, adjusted the lights, and took the picture again. Then I moved the 4x5 in to take a long exposure of her in this position.
I moved behind her and summoned Ronda and Anna in to help me. Without letting Carol change positions, we all put our hands on her, massaging and stroking her skin. Then I slid my fingers onto her clit and pressed my thumb against her asshole as I drummed her clit. Carol arched her back, coming out of her pose and flattening herself on the mat as she cried out her orgasm.
“Now, you can go tell your friends what a great photo session you had,” I whispered as I held her in my arms. Anna and Ronda continued to pet and comfort her as she came down from her bliss.
Carrie practically attacked me when we got together for study group on Tuesday.
“I really really want another photo session. Can you make me into something?” she pled.
“We’ll take a stab at it Thursday afternoon, okay?” I said. She visibly relaxed as if that was all she was waiting to hear.
When Thursday came, she walked to the studio after lunch with me.
“This will be good. This will be so good,” she kept repeating.
She reminded me some of Patricia in that as soon as we reached the studio, she started stripping off her clothes as quickly as possible.
“Carrie? Are you all right?”
“Where do you want me? How do you want me? I’ll do anything you want, just say.”
“Carrie, honey, take it easy. I don’t even have a camera loaded yet. Let’s talk about what you really want here today. Come and sit down while we talk about things.”
I motioned to the couch and grabbed my camera and a roll of film to load. I sat next to her and she practically crawled into my lap, she cuddled so close. The naked girl turned to my shoulder and began sobbing. I set the camera aside and put my arms around her.
“Nothing ever goes right!” she sobbed. “I always do it wrong. I think ‘this is it’ and I invite a guy to get intimate and he’s like ‘I don’t like you like that.’ And I go home and try to masturbate and nothing happens. I’m miserable.”
“Wow! That’s a lot to lay on me all at once,” I sighed. “I thought we were just going to take some pictures.”
“What should I do, Nate? Here I am naked in your arms and you haven’t even touched me. Am I so disgusting that boys just run away from me?” she whined.
“No. Not disgusting at all. You’re a very attractive girl. But maybe you’re focused so closely on being sexually involved that you don’t give your relationships a chance to catch up with you. You and I are friends and study mates. You know we don’t have a sexual relationship, even though when we’re taking pictures we might get into an intimate situation. And believe me, in that context, I’ll be happy touching your breasts and sucking your nipples and making you come. But we’re not lovers. Maybe you are so focused on being a lover—with anyone—that you don’t really look at whether the relationship is that kind of relationship.”
“I know you’re right. I thought, if I go to Nate to have pictures taken, I’ll get naked and he’ll touch me and I’ll feel hands on my breasts and he’ll put his fingers in my vagina and I’ll finally get another orgasm like what he gave me the first time and I’ll be able to think straight and find a really nice guy who’d like to go all the way and will give me an orgasm every day. Ya’know? And then I get to the studio and just take off all my clothes and throw myself at you and you’re all ‘let me put film in my camera’ and I realize to you this is about taking pictures and not about giving me an orgasm and I think ‘I’m such an idiot,’ but maybe he’ll still do me.”
“Carrie, let’s set a scene for you and take some pictures. I think better behind a camera and maybe we’ll find some solution to your dilemma while we talk out the scene.”
“Do I need to get dressed?”
“No. I like looking at your bare breasts and hairy pussy. We’re going to call this series ‘The Naked Truth About Carrie.’ Help me move the café table and chair over here on the blue background. Bring two chairs because I’m going to occupy one of them so we can talk and I can still jump up to take pictures.”
We hustled around and set the scene. Then I went about the process of positioning Carrie, which involved a lot of touching, not necessarily all sexual, but I do like her tits. I complimented her on how she was maintaining a nice-looking body and made sure I appreciated her face and hair as much as her boobs.
Once I was behind the camera where I could be more objective, I was able to respond to her and her problem. She really had no concept of what a relationship was other than sex. And from what I gathered, she’d been completely unsuccessful in having sex yet at all.
That was a temptation. But I knew that would really twist our relationship. It was probably bad enough that by the end of our session, I had Carrie stretched out on the couch while I ate her pussy to orgasm. I justified it by taking pictures of her post-orgasmic bliss. Not much of a justification.
I managed to get her dressed and happily on her way back to the dorm. I got home in time to fix dinner for Ronda and we spent the evening studying together.
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