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Important Photos
SATURDAY, after I’d done another senior retake—and told Chris who I was going out with—I went home and got cleaned up for my date with Kelly. I dressed in my good black slacks and a tan corduroy sport coat I got for Christmas. I’d only worn it to church so far. Mom inspected me and checked my pockets when she felt a couple 35mm film cassettes there.
“This is a private club meeting,” she lectured me. “You need to ask permission before you take any photos. Understand?”
“Yes, Reverend Mother Superior. I probably won’t need them at all.”
I’d loaded the camera with 400 ASA film. That was pretty much all I was using now. Pushing the processing when I took the picture at night a week ago had worked okay and hadn’t ruined the earlier pictures. This time I was planning to set my f/stop and speed properly for 1600 ASA and then push the developing the way it should be. I wasn’t really planning to take pictures at the event, though if it was interesting and I had permission I would. I was actually thinking of wandering the town at night, seeing what kind of images I could capture with only the street lights. If the DAR thing ended around 8:00, I couldn’t imagine being out with Kelly any later than 10:00. I’d be surprised if I was out with her past 8:30.
When I stopped to pick up Kelly, her parents were ready to leave as well. She was wearing a very pretty dress that showed off her red hair and green eyes. It had a full skirt that hung just slightly below mid-thigh. At the New Year’s Eve party, all the girls were in slacks, so I couldn’t see what nice legs she had. She was wearing saddle shoes and knee-high socks that matched her dress. I helped her into her coat and her father suggested that I follow him to the club so I didn’t get lost.
I wasn’t sure why we weren’t just riding with her parents. They could have picked me up in Tenbrook on the way. The dinner was being served at some country club near Huntertown. I guess golf was popular out here.
I handed Kelly into the car and she immediately slid to the center of the seat.
“I thought you said you quit coloring your hair,” I said as I pulled out to follow Mr. and Mrs. Green.
“Yeah. I did. You probably can’t tell. I got really embarrassed when I was in about eighth grade over how red my hair was and how many freckles I have. So, I started using a brown henna on my hair just to tone down the red. The trouble is that henna washes out after three or four weeks and you have to keep doing it. So, this time, I just let it wash out and quit re-coloring it.”
“I didn’t notice that you have many freckles.”
“I learned how to apply a foundation makeup that hides most of them. It made me a lot more confident. Confident enough that I could call up a boy I only met once and ask him out on a date.”
“Well done. I don’t know that I’d have been that brave. I haven’t been out on all that many dates.”
“That girl, Chris, who you were with at New Year’s—she isn’t your girlfriend, is she? Or are you stepping out on her?”
“Um… Chris and I date each other when we can, but we both date other people, too. It’s complicated.”
“So, it’s really okay for us to date now and then, too? I mean assuming we’re still talking to each other at the end of the night?” she laughed.
“I hope we are, Kelly. So, what’s this dinner like, anyway?”
From there we talked mostly about what DAR is and what the dinner would be like and the country club. Mr. Green wasn’t a slow driver and I was far enough behind him that I almost missed seeing where he turned. Fortunately, Kelly spotted it and directed me away from the highway and into a community that was apparently built around the golf course. We found the clubhouse and Kelly took my arm as we walked in. That was kind of nice. Different than holding hands. I thought it was less intimate and more appropriate in front of a bunch of adults, which included her parents.
I asked her mother if it was okay for me to take pictures at the meeting and she was enthusiastic. She introduced me to Mrs. Martinson, who was the president of the chapter, and she asked if I could give them a set of photos from the meeting. I agreed.
From that point on, I was interrupted several times during the evening and asked to “take a picture of so-and-so.” The guest speaker apparently was pretty popular and many of the members wanted a picture with her.
The dinner was at round tables with white linen and lots of different pieces of silverware. We sat eight at a table and ours included another teen couple and two older couples who weren’t related to the teens at the table. It was nice to get to know each other a little, though Kelly and the other girl, Lisa, sat next to each other with Tom and me outside, so we couldn’t really talk. That meant we were mostly talking with the two men at the table while their wives also chatted together.
The guy I was talking to, Mr. Henderson, owned some kind of farm supply store in Huntertown. He was really a hawk and talked about how important it was for us to be in Vietnam. I kind of kept my mouth shut. This guy would never have to go live in the jungle getting shot at. But he figured I should.
It turned out that the speaker was a woman who also held that we should be saving the world from the communists and how important it was for us to chase the Maoists out of Vietnam and back into China. I had a cup of coffee so I could stay awake. They didn’t serve dessert until after the presentation.
Eventually, Kelly and I managed to leave while a bunch of the older people stayed to have a drink or two.
“Are you… I mean you’re a preacher’s kid and all… Did you agree with what she was saying?”
“Um… No offense, but that was a bunch of trash,” I said. “I’m sorry I wasn’t better company, but that guy Henderson next to me made me want to puke.”
“Oh, thank God. I was afraid you were going to say you couldn’t wait to join up and go kill the commies. I’d have asked you to take me straight home,” she laughed.
“Where did you want to go instead? We could drive through town, I suppose.”
“There’s a really pretty scenic view over the Mississippi about five miles from here.”
I wasn’t sure what we’d see on the river on a cloudy night with hardly any moon, but I followed her directions and we did come to a nice overlook with a couple of other cars parked there. It was apparently an old ferry landing that was no longer in use. Across the river, there was a little town with lights twinkling. And there were a few boats on the river towing barges. They had strong spotlights shining out on the water to pick up the buoy locations that marked the channel.
Kelly leaned against me and I put my arm around her. It was a relief to know she wasn’t a rabid hawk, too.
“So, do you think we could date again, sometimes?” she asked. Bold. But Christine and I were agreed that we were going to see other people even if it killed us. I knew she was on a double date with Ronda tonight. I wasn’t sure what they were doing.
“Yeah, as long as you don’t mind me dating others. I’m not ready to go steady with anyone. I think it would be fun to get together sometimes and just go have some fun, though. Maybe we can find a nice anti-war rally to take the bad taste away from this one,” I laughed.
“That would be pretty great. Just so you know, my parents don’t buy into all the jingo either. But Mom’s proud of being a Daughter of the American Revolution. She takes the bad along with the good.”
“I’m glad there’s good.”
“So, I guess it would be okay if you kissed me then,” she said softly.
I looked over at her and she was already moving toward me with her lips upturned. It was an easy thing to let our lips meet for a nice first kiss. Kelly wasn’t as aggressive as Roxie and I didn’t think we’d get too carried away, but she did let her lips part and her tongue come out to play. The kiss was never frantic, but we got pretty involved. She pulled away a little and kissed my neck. I had my right arm around her and I was running the fingers of my left hand through her hair as we kissed.
“Just so you know,” she said, “I had a boyfriend. We broke up before Christmas because he was pressuring me to go all the way. I’m not really opposed to it when the time is right, but it seemed like that was all he could think of. Like he never wanted to do anything but pet and try to get me to suck him off.”
“That’s crap,” I said. “I’m not opposed to it either, when the time is right, but I figure that both people will know when it’s right and not have one pressuring the other.”
I was surprisingly relaxed with Kelly. She kissed me again and then whispered, “I kind of like having my breasts touched gently when we’re kissing, though. Or my legs. It’s okay.”
Oh, shit! Was that an invitation? We started kissing again and I dragged my hand slowly down from her hair and across her cheek. Then down her neck to her collar. She made no move to stop me, so I stroked down between her breasts and then over to just lightly trace around her breast with my fingers. Kelly just relaxed into our kiss some more and put her own hand inside my jacket to stroke my chest.
I could feel the edge of her bra through her cotton dress, but other than that edge, if felt almost like it wasn’t there at all. And then when I pressed against the soft flesh, I felt the hard point of her nipple. I could feel her nipple! Right through her bra and dress. I just stroked the little nub with my thumb as we kissed and she moaned into my mouth. Then she found my nipple through the fabric of my shirt and T-shirt and she started stroking it the same way I was playing with her. It was my turn to moan.
I wasn’t sure what would happen next, but it was almost ten o’clock and we’d told her parents she’d be home by ten-thirty.
“I really like what we’re doing,” I whispered. “I think your breast is wonderful, and what you’re doing to me, too. I like kissing you. But I promised your folks I’d get you home by ten-thirty. I’d hate to have them forbid me from seeing you because I didn’t get you home in time.”
“Yeah. Besides, doing this makes me want to do other stuff and we should wait for that. Though the back of your station wagon looks more comfortable than the back seat of Allen’s Nova. Maybe someday we’ll try it out.”
She sat up beside me and I started the car. I pulled out of the little overlook and noticed there were three other cars parked there. I wondered how Kelly knew about this place. She put her hand on my thigh and stroked lightly up and down, getting really close to my erection, but not quite touching it. It was like she knew right where it was and was coming as close as possible.
Once I had the car in third gear, I put my right hand on her leg, just at the hem of her skirt. I shifted when I turned onto the highway and when I returned my hand to her leg, I discovered she’d pulled her skirt up higher. A lot higher. I kept my eyes on the road, but my attention was on stroking up the inside of her leg. We rode like that all the way to her house in Huffington.
When we stopped at her house, I moved my hand to around her shoulders so I could kiss her again before I walked her to her door. She met my lips and tongue and instead of reaching for her breast again, I put my left hand on her leg and stroked up almost to the edge of her panties as we kissed. Then I felt her hand just glide up next to my cock and sort of nudge it. I might have rammed my tongue all the way down her throat.
She pulled away and started to slide over. I looked down and could see her skirt was hiked all the way up to where I could see her panties. I ran around the car to open her door and walk her very properly to her front door.
“Our school has a dance after home games,” she said. “Can you join me in two weeks? We’ll have fun, even if you don’t want to yell for the Wolves.”
“I think I can do that. I have your phone number. I’ll call you to confirm.”
She kissed me once more and went inside.
I drove back remembering the feel of her silky skin and the heat emanating from her crotch as I got close to it. I didn’t need a picture that night to get myself off. I just thought of her brushing against my cock.
I put off taking night time pictures of downtown.
I was pretty much just tinkering in the studio Sunday afternoon. It seemed I was caught up on senior photo retakes at last. It had been a profitable venture. I’d made over $1000 on sitting fees and the sale of prints. And I’d found out that I could maintain the Attic Allure style for guys, too. Two had come to me with great ideas and we translated them into photos that they ordered premium 8x10s of in addition to other copies. Both guys had consented to me displaying their photos on my gallery wall. That wall was beginning to look pretty darn good.
I thought I’d set up another still life and see what kind of effects I could get with different filters. The photo of Ronda that we’d chosen for her homecoming court picture was shot with a yellow filter and looked incredible. She’d insisted on paying the full $40 sitting fee and $15 for three extra 8x10s. She said she was going to give me one and Christine one, but she still insisted on paying for them.
There was a knock on the door and Chris’s voice called, “Nate? Are you there? Can I come in?”
“Sure, Christine. How are you?”
“Um… Ronda said I had to come over to see you today. Not that I’m not willing to come and see you anytime, you know. But she said I had to get a photo from you in my homecoming formal.”
“Oh. Um… We weren’t going to…”
“Here’s $40 for my sitting. She says that takes me out of the realm of being a model and makes me a client so you can take my picture and still date me. Like you are her.”
“I guess that makes sense, then.” I wasn’t sure it did, but it meant I wasn’t going to be directing Chris around or taking ‘personal’ topless shots of her. This would be a session for hire. I moved the still life aside and asked what color her dress was.
“Typical Valentine red,” she laughed. I considered it and pulled the light blue drop again. I pulled it all the way out so she could stand on it. “Nate?” I turned and she was holding her dress in her hands. “Ronda did my makeup and hair this morning. She said my boyfriend would help me dress.”
“Um… I’m not sure…”
“I know we haven’t made any declarations or anything, but I think that even if we aren’t going steady, you and Ronda are my boyfriend and girlfriend. I don’t know how that happened. I never planned to have a girlfriend. I don’t think Ronda ever planned to have a boyfriend, either. But as my boyfriend… even if we’re dating others, too… would you help me take my clothes off and put my dress on? You understand how hard it is to get dressed and not muss up my hair and makeup,” she said.
“Are you sure you want me to do this?” I squeaked. “Ronda isn’t just pushing you into things, is she?”
“Huh-uh. I’m kind of excited. A little nervous, but I always intended for you to be able to see my body. This is kind of a good excuse, don’t you think?”
“I’m excited, too. Did Ronda tell you what we did?”
“Sort of. She left out the details, but said you were a perfect gentleman and didn’t just grab for her boobs like any other guy would. I swear, the boys we were out with last night were like octopuses. You never knew where their hands would show up next. When we got back to her house, Ronda and I both just got out of the car together and ran into her house without even saying goodnight.”
“I won’t grab at you, Christine. You know you’ll be a big temptation, though.”
“For me, too.”
This was different than with Ronda. Ronda definitely made a mistake and didn’t think about exposing herself to me before she did it. This was very deliberate and very sexual. Chris unbuttoned her first button and then stopped to look at her fingers. They were beautifully manicured and painted an iridescent pearl.
“I shouldn’t have worn a button up blouse,” she complained. “I’m afraid I’ll break a nail. You do it, please.”
I was already hard as a rock, just from being with Christine and from our conversation. I was shaking when I reached out to unbutton her blouse. She put her hands on mine and guided them to the first button.
There just isn’t a way to face a girl and unbutton her blouse without touching the inside of her breast and I think both of us were trembling before long. I helped her out of the blouse and hung it on the rack. She was wearing a pretty white bra that had a little lace around the edges and was definitely not padded.
“Skirt?” she said, turning. I reached to the back of her waist and unbuttoned the skirt, then lowered the zipper. I held it as it slid over her hips to the floor and she stepped out of it. My cheek was practically right against hers. Only it was her butt cheek.
“This is really difficult, Christine. I just want to wrap you in my arms and kiss you all over,” I said.
“We’ll have a kiss in a bit. Remember, you’re just helping me get dressed for my photo. Um… Do you know how to unfasten my bra?”
“I’ve never done this before,” I said, reaching for the clasp.
“That’s a relief. I was sure that Kelly was so hot to trot at New Year’s that she’d be naked with you last night in a flash.”
“Not quite,” I said, unfastening the catch on her bra.
“She was hot, though, wasn’t she? Kisses and touches? Does she have soft breasts?”
“How can I think about Kelly’s breasts when you are undressing in front of me?”
“We don’t mind, you know. I mean Ronda and me. It’s like you’re getting experience that will teach you how to treat us. Kelly’s nice. Learn whatever you can from being with her. Just remember that Ronda and I are your girlfriends. We’ll be expecting you to be really good when it’s our turn,” Chris said.
I didn’t think there was any way my cock could get harder, but it did as Chris slipped her bra off and stood before me like Ronda had a few days ago in just her pantyhose.
“This is really hard,” I said.
“I can see,” she giggled, looking down at my protrusion. I reached for her dress. “Wait. This would be a really good time to kiss me,” she said, wrapping her arms around my neck and pressing her breasts against my shirt.
Oh, my God! I ran my hands up and down Chris’s bare back. I loved her back. I wanted to get behind her and kiss her all over it. But the feeling of a naked girl in my arms was overwhelming.
“Did Kelly let you inside her clothes to touch her bare skin?” Chris whispered.
“Just her leg,” I said.
“Oh, she was hot to trot! Do you like touching my back?”
“I love it, Christine. I just want to hold you like this forever.”
“I love it, too. It tells me there’s going to be lots more times like this. If you want more times like this. Do you, Nate?”
“Yes, Christine. I want you.”
“And Ronda?”
“I think she prefers you.”
“Maybe, but she liked your hands on her bare back, too. She told me it was the most exciting thing she’d ever done. I understand why she felt that way. This is really exciting. You’d better help me get my dress on now, or we’ll lose control.”
I parted from her with one more kiss and picked up her dress. I held it up to her to see how it was supposed to look while she unzipped the side. It was a one-shoulder affair and the zipper would be under her left arm. I started around behind her and the back of my hand brushed across her breast and hard nipple. She smiled at me and I realized she’d moved intentionally so her breast would make contact. I swallowed and put the dress over her raised arms. It settled on her right shoulder and I tugged it snugly around her to zip the side. I think we both started to breathe again then.
From that point, we focused on the photographs. I used a lot of the same techniques I used for Ronda’s photo as I assumed they might be displayed together. Once again, in one roll, I was sure I had a perfect shot.
“I’ll go into the darkroom for a few minutes and process this roll,” I said.
“I’ll get changed,” Chris sighed. “I don’t trust what I might do if you help me.”
“I don’t trust me either,” I said. “Let me know when you’ve changed.”
I had the film processed and ready to print proofs when Chris said she was ready. She’d not only dressed, but had reset my still life for me and was sweeping the floor.
“You’re a great photographer’s assistant,” I said, smiling.
“Thank you. You’re a great photographer.”
“Do you want to watch the processing like Ronda did?”
“Um… No. Just bring the best prints to school tomorrow. I think I’ll head home.”
“I understand. That was pretty intense,” I said.
“It was. I think I’m really kind of flammable right now. I feel like I ran a marathon or something. I really liked it, though, Nate. Having your hands on my back was the best feeling I’ve ever had. Someday, I want to spend all night with you holding me like that.”
“That’s a day I’ll really look forward to, honey. Really.”
“You know, if you have any special valentines you plan to take to a dance or something, you might get dressed up in your suit and take your own picture so you can exchange valentines with them,” she said.
“Oh! What a good idea. A homemade valentine for my valentine girls.”
“Nate? Could you kiss me one more time before I go?” she asked.
Oh, hell, yes!
I checked my watch and decided I had plenty of time to go home and change into my suit so I could do a self-portrait. Mom wanted to know what was up and told me she wanted a copy of my picture, too, so I should make an extra print.
I headed for the studio. It was tricky trying to light myself. I found an old dressing room mirror that I propped up next to the camera so I could look at the effects I was getting. It had a crack in it, but it worked. I got so involved in posing and lighting myself that I took two rolls of film and missed the first hour of Sunday night TV and ice cream.
When I sat at lunch Monday, Karen immediately started an interrogation.
“Are you taking Chris to the Homecoming Valentines Dance?” she asked.
“Um… Yes,” I said.
“Wait a minute,” Andy said. “I heard you went out with that girl, Kelly, from the EUB New Year’s Party.”
“Um… Yes,” I said.
“But what about Ronda?” Pris asked. “I heard her say she was dating a photographer for the dance.”
“Um… Yes,” I said. This was going to get hairy and I didn’t want to get into a big scene about who I was seeing.
“Hey! Are you guys giving our boyfriend a hard time?” Chris asked as she came to our table and sat beside me. Then Ronda sat on the other side.
“Wait! Are you guys dating or not?” Jon asked.
“Yes,” Ronda answered, surprising everyone.
“But we aren’t like being exclusive. Were you planning to ask one of us out, Jon?” Chris teased.
“You’ll have to wait until after Valentine’s Day,” Ronda said. “Just like Kelly does.”
“Kelly has to wait?” Karen asked. “You mean he’s free to date others?”
“Anyone except his models,” Chris said looking squarely at Pris. She blushed.
“Didn’t you say Nate took your picture for the Homecoming display?” Andy asked Ronda.
“Yes. But Chris and I aren’t models. We paid for a photo sitting for our personal use. He doesn’t have the right to display any of our pictures… except the ones he took of Chris back when she was modeling.”
“Maybe Debbie and I should quit modeling.”
“Don’t, Pris. I have all I can handle on my plate.”
“You guys are too much!” Karen said.
“It’s the sixties, Karen,” Ronda said. “Drugs, sex, and rock and roll.”
“Are you guys doing that?” Pris asked aghast.
“Do we look like druggies?” Chris asked. She pointedly left out anything else and we all had to get up to go to our next class.
And that week, Chris and Ronda hung out with me around school more than anyone had since I stopped dating Anna. It was nice. Judy, Janice, and Pete found us and asked if it was true that we were all three going to homecoming together. When the girls confirmed it, Janice turned to Pete.
“See? I told you it would be okay. We’ll have a great time!”
Patricia walked with me from English to Biology and leaned in to whisper to me.
“You’re Mr. Popular these days. I’ve hardly seen you since the first of the year.”
“I was going to say the same thing to you,” I said. “I see you in class and then you’re gone.”
“We get out of town as quick as possible these days. Tony can hardly get to school in the morning without being harassed by the Constable. He had Tony in the office all day a couple of weeks ago because someone threw a rock through Mrs. Wilson’s window.”
“Dang! I heard the crash of glass breaking and tried to get a picture of the guy running down the street. It was too dark to get a decent photo. And he was too far away for me to chase him.”
“My father finally went down to the office and told Warren he knew exactly where Tony was at that time because he was making a lot of noise fornicating with his daughter. Then Warren wanted to arrest Tony for unlawful fornication.”
“What was he going to do, put him in stocks in the town square? What a crock.”
“Anyway, maybe we can do some more pictures sometime soon.”
“I’d like that. I was pretty busy with all the senior retakes. I think I have everyone who wants one now.”
“Tony should have you do his.”
“Sure. Bring him along.”
I might have mentioned about Tony being harassed at dinner that night. Probably.
Friday night, I walked Christine and Ronda home after the ballgame. By some miracle, our team had won the homecoming game. It would be a real party at the dance the next night. The temps had reached the mid-30s this afternoon, but it was already down in the teens and windy as we wandered home. In an unusual move, Ronda and Chris bracketed me instead of Ronda and me bracketing Chris.
“Gotta keep up appearances,” Ronda said. “Double date last weekend. Both of us dating you this weekend. We should probably go on separate dates next weekend. You’ll see Kelly again?” she asked.
“Yeah, I guess so. I’d just as soon only date you two.”
“We can’t do that,” Chris said. “We need to consider Ronda’s reputation.”
“What?”
“You know how likely I’d be elected a cheerleader next year if people suddenly figured out that I… um… kind of prefer girls?”
“You know that doesn’t matter to me, don’t you, Ronda? I’m happy to cover for you and to share dating Chris. Who you like more just doesn’t make a difference.”
“That’s why you are on my very short list of boys I like almost as much as girls. But it does make a difference to most of the kids in our school. Have you ever seen Kent at lunch?”
“I don’t recall that I have.”
“That’s because he eats alone in Miss Byerly’s classroom. He doesn’t get as much harassment now as he used to when the guys first noticed he was different. But he’d rather eat alone than face people in an unsupervised setting.”
“Geez. How stupid can people get.” I hugged both girls close to my side and I felt that they had their hands held behind me as they hugged back. “Speaking of harassment,” I said, pointing up the street. There were flashing lights at the corner of Main.
We ran toward them and saw Tony’s bike lying on its side in the intersection and Tony up against our town’s one police car. Patricia was sitting on the ground crying. I pulled out my camera, slapped my red filter on it to mute out the red flashers, and started taking pictures. Ever since I’d finished senior retakes, I’d been pushing my film to 1600 ASA even at the game. Chris and Ronda ran up to Patricia which distracted Constable Warren enough that he didn’t notice me slipping around to take pictures of him holding Tony’s neck against the side of his car. Warren was berating him for making too much noise coming through town at night.
“It isn’t even ten o’clock! Nobody cares.”
“Shut up, asshole.” Warren kicked him in the ass with his knee. The way Tony doubled over, I think Warren got him in the nuts.
He seemed to notice the girls helping Patricia stand up.
“What are you girls doing with that whore? Get out of here!” That was really too much.
“We’re four witnesses to police brutality and false arrest!” I yelled at him. “And I have photos of you beating on Tony.”
“You again? I warned you not to get involved with this gang.” I took another picture as he came toward me and I backed away.
“Chris! Run to my Dad!” Chris didn’t hesitate. She took off toward my house, just half a block away. We were right across the corner from the church.
“I could shoot you down for resisting arrest,” he snarled, reaching for his gun. I took another picture.
“Arrest for what?” I yelled. “You going to shoot us all down? Do you have any idea how many witnesses there are here?”
That seemed to stop him, or at least slow him down.
“A whore, a nigger pimp, and a cheerleader,” Warren snarled, but he seemed to ease away from his gun. “Who’d believe them?”
“I would, for one,” Dad said as he ran toward us. He was in his bathrobe and slippers and Chris was right behind him.
“You don’t need to be concerned about this, Hart. The only way we maintain order in this town is to put a little fear of God into these punks.” He turned back to us. Tony was helping Patricia as she leaned against Ronda. “Just get on about your business. If I catch any of you disturbing the peace out here again in my town, I’ll lock you up and throw away the keys.”
I kept taking pictures as Tony got his bike back on its wheels and Patricia climbed on back. She whispered “Thanks,” to us and they took off. Chris rushed to us and hugged Ronda and me. Warren didn’t even say anything else. He just got in his car and drove away toward downtown. Dad came up to me.
“You should get that film developed right away,” Dad said. “Girls, give me your phone numbers and I’ll call your parents to let them know you’re okay. Then you can go join Nate.”
We walked back to our house and Dad made the calls. It was only a quarter till ten and both sets of parents said the girls needed to be home by midnight. The three of us headed for the studio.
I got straight to processing the film while the girls just busied themselves around the studio. I hadn’t done much in it since Chris tidied up on Sunday, but they stayed busy by finding a shelf that looked kind of nice and organizing all my props on it.
“I’m ready to print a proof, but I’m not sure I should bother. Maybe I should just print enlargements of them straight away.”
“Can we stay in the darkroom with you?” Chris asked.
“It will be a little crowded and might get warm with three of us in there.”
“We could always… um… wear fewer clothes,” Ronda said. She looked at Chris and grinned. Then both girls stripped off their sweaters and skirts. I pulled off my shirt, too, and was just in my T-shirt.
We went into the darkroom and it did, indeed, get warm. I got a production line of sorts set up and started processing prints. Somehow, my T-shirt got untucked and I felt hands on my skin. It took more than an hour to get all eighteen of the shots I’d taken printed. I hated to waste six exposures on the roll, but it was more important to get these printed. During the hour we were in the darkroom, there was a lot of kissing and a lot of hugging nearly naked bodies against each other.
Someplace in the action, Ronda and I both went in for a kiss with Chris. We tangled for a couple of seconds and then I felt both girls’ tongues against mine. We kind of froze there and just made little moves as we sampled each of our lovers at the same time. Wow!
When we came out of the darkroom, the girls did a little rearranging of their bras to make sure everything was covered, and I went into the bathroom to rinse and squeegee the prints. When I came out, we laid the prints out on the floor and all got down to examine them. I had a photo marking pen and as we remembered exactly what was happening and what was said, I wrote captions on the back of the photos. Suddenly Chris sang out, “You can get anything you want, at Alice’s Restaurant.” Ronda and I both looked at her like she was crazy.
“When I was out in Virginia in September, near Washington, DC, I couldn’t get WLS on the radio. My new brother suggested I try WBAI in New York, which was picked up and carried locally as a public radio station. One night late I was listening to a show called Radio Unnameable and they had a folk singer who sang a song about having littered and the police taking ‘twenty-seven 8-by-10 color glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each one was.’ It was so funny that when we were getting ready to leave and Dad heard it on the radio, he pulled off the road to listen to the whole thing. It’s like twenty minutes long.”
“Well, they aren’t color, but we’ve got a paragraph on the back of each one. I think we should call it a night.” I locked the photos in my safe with the negatives and started turning out the lights.
“It’s only eleven-thirty,” Ronda said. “Could we, like just stay here and make out for another fifteen minutes?”
“You want me to leave so you two can um…?” I asked. “I could come back in fifteen minutes and walk you home.”
Ronda stalked up to me in just her bra and panties. Cheerleaders wore short socks and tennis shoes on the gym floor. She’d changed shoes at school, but she hadn’t put on pantyhose. I noticed Chris was in bobby socks, too. Ronda wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a brain-melting kiss. While she had me there, I felt her tugging the front of my T-shirt, lifting it up. Then Ronda was flat up against me. Only it wasn’t flat. I could feel her bare breasts against my lower chest.
“Now tell me about how you want to leave just Chris and me here to make out,” she said. I glanced down and saw that she’d pulled her bra up above those beautiful breasts.
“My turn,” Chris said. I looked over and she’d pulled her bra up, too. She walked up to me and ran her hands under my T-shirt and lifted it up so she could press herself against me while we kissed. Maybe if there was a technical grading scale, Ronda was a marginally better kisser, but this was Christine. There wasn’t anything better.
I was gasping when she pulled away from me and sat down on the bench as Chris and Ronda turned to each other and pressed their breasts together as they kissed. I didn’t dare adjust my painful hard-on because I was sure that if I touched it, I’d come. I just loved watching the girls kiss like that.
Then they both sat on my knees and turned to me, pulling my shirt up again so their breasts could touch against me while we practiced each combination of two-way kisses and three-way kisses. And I had the skin of their backs beneath my hands.
As if there was an alarm set someplace, they pulled away and pulled their bras in place. They put on their sweaters and their skirts. I tucked in my shirts and we all got our coats and shoes on. Then we headed out into the frigid air, making sure we weren’t being followed by Officer Warren.
I actually took Chris home first and she had a delicious kiss with each of us. Then I turned to Ronda and walked her two doors down. She made sure we were well-sated with her kisses.
“You know, for a boy, you kiss pretty damn good,” she whispered. “We’re definitely going to do more of that tomorrow night.”
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