Full Frame
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A Thin Bit of Fabric
“Pam” by Oleg Mit, ID183941927 licensed from Shutterstock.com
THE NEXT WEEKEND was our last home basketball game and dance. I wondered what any of us would do for dates in March and April. It seemed like there was really nothing else to do in this town. I had the usual dances with Chris and Ronda and the promise of a nice walk home afterward. Ronda encouraged me to find a girl at the dance to take out next weekend. I’d talked to Kelly and she said she couldn’t go out this week because she was going to be ‘on the rag’ as she succinctly put it. She claimed that was much too messy to do any of the things she wanted to do.
That was okay with me. I felt like dating Kelly was something I was doing just for the sex experience. I had nothing against that at all. Hers was still the only pussy I’d ever touched and the only girl who had ever stroked my cock until I came. But I was sure that if we went out more than once a month, all we’d ever do was fuck. Eventually. I mean, she’d made it pretty clear that she’d like to get that far. I still didn’t have any condoms.
“Can you teach me to dance like that?” a cute girl asked. I didn’t recognize her right away but then realized she was one of the B-Team cheerleaders named Vicki.
“I don’t know, Vicki,” I said. “Do you want to learn?”
“It looks like so much fun. Yes, please.”
“Well, let’s start with the basics, shall we?” I said.
I led her to the dance area and showed her a basic box step we could use as a starting point. I really liked dancing and loved cutting loose with Ronda, but she was really one of a kind. After we figured Vicki could keep up with my rhythm and follow my lead, I started showing her some basic spins and moves. She was actually pretty good. Like most beginners, she wanted to be bigger in her spins and come back harder, but after I explained that the spin was at the same speed as the other steps, she figured it out. She was the only other person I danced with all evening and we were having fun.
“Hate to break this up, but we usually have the last dance with Nate. Do you mind?” Ronda said.
“Oh, no! I’m sorry. I’m not trying to take your boyfriend!”
“It’s okay, Vicki,” Chris said. “Has he asked you out yet?”
“No!”
“Nate, what’s taking you so long? You’ve been holding her in your arms for more than an hour. Ask the girl out!” Ronda said.
“Um… Yeah. I mean, Vicki, this was really fun. Would you like to go out next weekend? Maybe we could catch the sectional game.”
She looked a little frightened as she looked at Chris and Ronda. I was still holding her hand.
“Is it okay?” she squeaked.
“I don’t see a problem. Do you see a problem, Ronda?”
“No. I’ve got a date next weekend. Don’t you?”
“Lee wants to take me out again. I think I can fend him off one more time.”
“Maybe we should surprise them and just switch. Butch can take you out and I’ll go out with Lee.”
“That’s fine with me. It’s almost like dating the Bobbsey twins anyway.”
“So, Vicki? How about it?” I asked, bringing the conversation back to the point.
“Okay.”
“Why don’t you join me at lunch Monday and we can plan what we want to do. I’ll see you then.” I finally let go of her hand and she fled across the gym to the bleachers. Ronda and Chris folded into my arms like they were made to be there.
“I didn’t think about chasing her away,” Chris said. “Did you want to walk her home instead of us?”
“I have no idea where she lives,” I laughed. “And why would I want to be with anyone other than you two?”
“I can hear you on that,” Chris said. “I really need some kisses. And Lee does absolutely nothing for me.”
“That bad?”
“It was like we went in different directions with different guys and had exactly the same date,” Ronda said as she cuddled close to me and we shuffled our feet.
“Almost like they’d prepared a script with steps that they were going to follow and what every item in the script was worth. Dinner was worth holding hands. A movie was worth putting his arm around me. A nice compliment about how much he enjoyed being with me was supposed to be worth a goodnight kiss,” Chris said.
“I can only imagine what the chits and expected payback are supposed to be next weekend. What in his little pea-brain mind does he think is worth me letting him feel me up? I’m sure he has a tabulation that says when he reaches a certain total, he can fuck me,” Ronda said.
“Jesus!”
“Jesus would be a better date.”
We finished dancing the final song and went to get our coats. The girls surprised me by sandwiching Ronda between Chris and me.
“I’m on the outside getting cold,” Chris said. “That means you have to take me home first.” I didn’t know that was the rule.
We got to Christine’s house and the porch light was out.
“Are your folks not home?” I asked.
“Oh, they’re home. I unscrewed the light bulb before I left this evening. I didn’t think we needed the neighborhood to see what we were doing.”
She and Ronda unzipped their coats and had me do the same thing. That way, when we held each other, the coats got pushed out of the way. And we held each other and kissed, and with the open coats, our hands found their way to pet breasts and chest.
“God, I missed kissing you both,” Chris said.
“I did, too,” I said. “I missed you.”
“Didn’t Kelly let you kiss and feel her up?” Ronda teased.
“Yeah, but this is so much better. You know, I’ve really fallen for both of you.”
“I think that goes all the way around,” Chris said. “Um… Did you come with her like you did with us?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Twice.”
“In her?” Ronda said in alarm.
“No! We kept most of our clothes on. It was just really intense.”
“When you get to the point when you are in her, please use a condom,” Chris said as she kissed me again and held my hand to her breast. “A pregnancy could really mess up everything.”
“I agree,” I said. “For any of us. You need to know that Kelly is just using me.”
“What do you mean?” Ronda asked.
“She plans to get back together with her boyfriend once she’s played around for a while and he really misses her. I mean, I wish her luck, really. But she said she and he were messing around almost every weekend. Apparently, just about everything but going all the way. He was pressuring her to fuck and she broke up with him. The thing is that now she’s horny all the time and is using me to show this Allen guy that she’s able to be with someone else and have just as much fun.”
“Poor boy,” Ronda said, petting my face and then kissing me. “You don’t have to keep seeing her if you feel you’re being used.”
“Isn’t that what I’m doing?” I asked. “I’m using her so we aren’t together all the time, right? And you said you wanted me to get experience. If you don’t, tell me and I’ll stop seeing her regardless.”
“No, we do,” Chris said. “It just makes my pussy itch to think of you screwing another girl. I want it to be me. But, you know, not for your first.”
“I don’t think we’re that weird, either,” Ronda said. “Every girl dreads her first time. It’s probably why Kelly didn’t go all the way with her boyfriend. Every single girl I know who isn’t a virgin has talked about how awful her first time was and how she wished her guy had known what he was doing. Not one of them came when they had sex the first time. Some still haven’t. I think there are a couple who think a female orgasm is a myth.”
“Probably read the same book I did,” I laughed. “Some women derive pleasure from stimulating their clitoris,” I recited in a dramatic radio voice.
“I do,” Chris said. “Um… Did you stimulate Kelly’s clitoris?”
“Yeah. Through her panties. She wasn’t wearing panty hose.”
“Neither are we,” Ronda said. “Um… I think my panties are getting wet, though. I don’t want to freeze things out here. Let’s put that on the list of things we might do on our next real date, okay?”
“Yeah. I’ll settle for touching myself tonight,” Chris said. “I know exactly how to derive pleasure from stimulating my clitoris.”
“Oh, geez. You know what I’m going to be doing when I get home, don’t you?” I said.
“I hope so,” Ronda said. “Let’s give our girlfriend a last kiss goodnight and get home so we can all join the fun.”
We closed on Chris and she welcomed the kiss and the attention Ronda was giving her breasts. I didn’t reach for their breasts, but held them close to me with my hands on their butts. We pulled away and I gave them each a little squeeze.
“Oh! That’s new. I’m going to refresh that in my memory while I’m waiting for you two to get to your homes and join me in remote pleasure,” Chris said. She opened her door and slipped inside.
Ronda and I walked two doors down to her house and we pulled each other close for another kiss goodnight. It was delicious. Ronda was a sensuous kisser, and holding her breast in one hand and her butt in the other made it that much better.
“I’d better get inside, too, lover, or I’ll start rubbing right out here. Goodnight, Nate.”
“Goodnight, Ronda.”
One more little kiss and she slipped inside. I hurried home so I could join in the remote orgasm fest.
I’d almost forgotten about Vicki McMillan until she brought her lunch tray to our table. Andy, Karen, and I had been rehashing the village meeting on Thursday and my dad was getting a lot of attention.
“Um… You said to meet you at lunch, Nate. Is it okay?”
“Oh, Vicki! Sure it is. Have a seat. Guys, do you all know Vicki from the B-Team cheer squad? For some unknown reason, she agreed to go out with me this weekend.”
“Cradle robber,” Karen snickered.
“I’m sixteen!” Vicki said.
“It’s no problem,” Andy said. “Karen just likes to flaunt her great age and maturity.”
“You had no arguments about my age or maturity Saturday,” Karen said, elbowing him in the side. I thought something must have advanced a level in their relationship. They were being more open about actually being boyfriend and girlfriend. They were always together, but they’d been aloof in public—kind of there but not admitting it.
“Well, we need to decide what we’re doing this weekend. Do you want to go to the tournament?” I asked.
“If it’s okay with you, I’d rather not. We play Thursday night and I was hoping for a weekend date. My parents are taking me to the tournament and we’ll only play one game,” she said.
“One game? Really?” I asked.
“We’re playing Huntertown. They played us mid-season and we got smashed—like, 85-40. We don’t stand a chance in the sectional.”
“Oh. I suppose I’d better go to the game anyway and take some pictures for the yearbook. Let’s see. I’ve already seen A Man for All Seasons, but if you want to go to it, I’d see it again.”
She pulled out a newsletter type flyer and handed it to me. Loras College. That was all the way in Dubuque. Well, it was less than an hour, I guess. She pointed to the article.
“I know it’s a little far, but I really love them. I heard you like music a lot. I’ve never been to a concert.”
“Simon and Garfunkel? No way! They’re coming to Loras College?”
“My father said he can get us tickets if you’re willing to go. He’s an alum,” Vicki said.
“This will call for something really special,” I said. “How about dinner before the show. It starts at 8:00. Is it okay for you to stay out late? It probably won’t be over until eleven and then we’ll have the drive back.”
I was getting pretty enthused. I couldn’t believe this pretty sixteen-year-old cheerleader wanted me to take her to a college concert. Across a state line!
“Mom and Dad are pretty lenient when it comes to something like this. They figure anytime they can get me on the campus at Loras, it’s good. Dad’s been lobbying hard with the school and alumni for it to become co-educational. Mom and Dad met there,” Vicki said.
“Then yes! Let’s plan this. Um… Maybe I could meet your parents at the game Thursday. I’ll be riding the fan bus over,” I said.
“Sure.”
When I sat next to Chris in English Tuesday morning, she asked me if I made arrangements for my date with Vicki. Of course, just then Mrs. Grayson started class. I scribbled a note and passed it to Chris. She almost screamed when she read it and clapped a hand over her mouth. Mrs. Grayson glanced at us but didn’t say anything. A minute later she asked me a question about The Old Man and the Sea. Fortunately, I was able to answer the question.
After class, though, Chris grabbed my arm and dragged me into the hall.
“You’re going to see Simon and Garfunkel? That is so not fair!”
“Vicki’s father is an alumnus and got tickets for us,” I said. “It’s pretty cool.”
“Cool? It’s the first time I’ve been jealous of a girl you date. Ronda will flip out.”
“It really points up something, though, you know? I keep thinking this town is dead with nothing to do on dates. The movie in Huntertown only changes about once every six weeks or two months. Bowling’s okay once in a while. But other than school dances and ball games, what is there? We need to expand our horizons and find other things to do. And not feel like we need to stay in the county.”
“We’re definitely going to do something fun for our next date,” Chris said. “Ronda and I will work on it.”
I leaned in to Chris and whispered to her, “Love you, girl.”
She beamed at me and we rushed off to our second period classes.
Thursday night I rode the fan bus in my maroon shirt and black slacks. The cheerleaders were on the bus, too, and I was surprised when Pam snagged me and dragged me into her seat.
“Hey, Pam. What’s up?”
“This is it and I’m already depressed,” she said.
“Why?”
“It’s my last event as a cheerleader for dear old Tenbrook High. The Trojans will be out after tonight and then I’ll just be prowling around looking for things to boost my ego until I can get down to college later in the summer.”
“Gosh! I’m sorry to hear that. I guess there must be a lot of pressure, huh?”
“Yeah. Just eleven more weeks of school and there are still a couple of guys in my class I want to fuck. How about pictures?” That was sudden.
“Of you fucking guys?” I asked in consternation.
“No, dummy. I’m not going to start doing porn. Unless everything falls apart in college and I don’t have anything else to fall back on. I mean in your studio. I said I’d do another session with you after the season ended. How about Sunday?”
“Oh, yeah. In fact, I’ve got a photo concept I tested and like the effect. How about one-thirty?”
“That sounds great. I can already feel my nipples getting hard.”
I opened my mouth but nothing came out. She pushed my chin up to close my mouth and giggled.
“You’ll see. Hey, I hear you’re taking Vicki McMillan out Saturday.”
“Yeah. News travels fast. I’m supposed to meet her parents at the game tonight.”
“Just remember this: She’s Catholic. If you fuck her, be sure to pull out before you come. They don’t believe in any kind of birth control,” Pam said. That was, like, the third time in this conversation she’d left me speechless. “Hey. Stranger things have happened. I’d just stick with oral if I were you.”
Fuck her? Oral? Was this some kind of cheerleader joke?
I was pushing my film to 1600 with a 105mm lens on the 35 and got some great shots. There was actually a shot of Dan King that I thought even he would be proud of.
I met Vicki and her parents at halftime. They were nice people and had four other kids with them. The oldest was over in the cheer block so I didn’t meet her. I didn’t realize Vicki had a sister who was a senior. And there were three younger kids. Mr. McMillan encouraged me to take a good look around Loras while I was there and consider it for my own college experience. He really promoted his alma mater. He said the tickets would be waiting for us at the box office and we should probably pick them up before we went to dinner. He even recommended a restaurant and said he’d write down directions.
And then the real miracle of the night happened. We won the game! It was an upset victory by one point over the biggest school in our sectional. We’d be coming back to play Clifton in the semi-finals Friday night. And win or lose, that meant the Trojans would play again Saturday night, either in the championship game or in the consolation game.
At lunch the next day, Vicki rushed straight to our table and sat next to me.
“Can I ride the fan bus with you to the game tonight?” she asked breathlessly.
“Sure. Did you want to cancel Saturday night so we can go to the final game instead?” I asked.
“No! If they lose tonight, they’ll only be in the consolation game. And if they win… You just have to stack the priorities up. Simon and Garfunkel concert or high school championship basketball game. It’s no contest.”
“I agree. I just wanted to make sure,” I laughed. “The bus leaves at five-thirty. I’ll see you then.”
We lost the game. In fact, we got trounced. But it was nice to have some time to get to know Vicki better before we spent the whole evening together on Saturday. Mr. McMillan had suggested that we should leave about four-thirty so we could tour the campus. Four-thirty until midnight or maybe a little later. It was like spending a whole day with her. I hoped we continued to get along.
When I did the laundry Saturday morning, I stopped by the studio and picked up the piece of fabric Patricia and I used. It didn’t need to be washed, but it was kind of creased where it had been folded up for who knew how many years.
“Mom? What kind of fabric is this and what temperature iron should I use on it?” I asked. She leaned over the ironing board.
“Oh, very nice. This is called voile. It’s often made of silk, but I’d say this is rayon or a rayon blend. Wherever did you get this?”
“It’s a prop I found in the studio. I thought I’d use it as a kind of background drape, but it’s pretty badly creased.”
“There are two things you can do. If you are very careful, you can set the iron to steam and hold it above the fabric without touching it. Just the steam might take the crease out. But don’t touch the fabric. You want a cool iron to press it with. A hot iron could melt it,” she said.
“Thanks, Mom. I’ll try the steam first and then cool the iron down if I need to still press it.”
“Don’t rush it. Make sure you don’t touch the fabric with the hot iron until it’s down on its lowest setting.”
I used both techniques and then hung the voile up so I didn’t get it wrinkled again. I’d take it to the studio to work with Pam on Sunday.
Vicki and I got along great. She lived out in the country about a mile past the cemetery. I probably rode past her house the day I blindly bicycled after Anna broke up with me. It kind of looked familiar. The Falcon was warmed up, even though the temperatures were only just above freezing. In another hour it would probably be in the teens.
I opened the door for Vicki and she immediately slid to the middle of the seat. As soon as I got the car started, she turned up the heat and took her coat off.
“It’s so much more comfortable on a long ride to not be wearing a coat, don’t you think?” she asked.
“I guess you’re right.” I shrugged out of my parka and we tossed both coats over by the passenger door where we could reach them before we got out of the car. Vicki was dressed in a short plaid skirt that really showed off her legs, practically up to her hip. She had on a powder blue mohair sweater. I loved those sweaters. They were so soft and cuddly. It kind of looked like she padded her bra to look a little more mature at the college.
We headed out for Dubuque, almost an hour away. When I got out of Tenbrook and shifted into third gear, Vicki caught my hand and held it.
“So, how did your Mom and Dad meet at Loras when it’s an all-men’s college?” I asked.
“Oh. I guess back in the ’40s, there was a nursing school that became a division of Loras. For some reason, it didn’t work out and the girl’s school became part of Clarke. Dad says that now the guys mostly date girls from Clarke, about a mile away. If Loras doesn’t go co-educational before I get here, I’ll probably go to Clarke. But Mom’s picture is in the same yearbook as Dad’s from 1948. They were married sometime after graduation and my older sister was born in March of ’49.” Then she whispered, “I think they doctored the date of their marriage certificate.”
That was more information about her parents than I needed to know. We drove into Dubuque and found the college. She’d been here a few times and knew where to direct me to park. We walked around campus for a bit and found the box office. We had to stand in line in the cold for ten minutes.
“Your dad must really have some pull,” I whispered to Vicki. “These seats are really close to the stage.”
“He’s chairman of the alumni association,” she answered.
“Well, let’s go find some food. Your dad also recommended a restaurant and gave me directions.”
Annie’s Parlor was located a little more than a mile from campus, so we drove over and found plenty of parking. I was relieved that it wasn’t a really fancy place. In fact, I figured a lot of their clientele were high school and college students. I had a great French dip sandwich. I’d never had one before. Vicki ate macaroni and cheese. She loved the stuff.
We talked and walked around some more, then decided to find our places at the St. Joseph Auditorium. This was a Catholic school, but Simon and Garfunkel were pretty cutting-edge liberal musicians. They did a lot of songs that challenged the state of the world and society. I never in my life thought I’d hear “Sounds of Silence” or “59th Street Bridge Song” live. We were in the second row of the auditorium a few seats left of center and it was great!
After we applauded a song, Vicki grabbed my hand again and put it on her leg. Her short skirt left a lot of leg exposed to my hand. It reminded me a little of Roxie. Maybe these girls all took lessons from the same people. Her leg was really nice and smooth. I couldn’t help but slide my hand up and down it a little, which Vicki seemed to like. She pulled her left foot up under her right leg and leaned against me. That had the effect of parting her legs farther and canting the inside of her left thigh toward me. She was hot!
We stomped and cheered at the end of the concert and the two performers came back onto the stage to bow. Then we joined the line of people to get our coats and leave. We both decided we should use the restroom before we left. Then we went to the car. I started it and turned the heater up full blast to clear the frost from the window. While we were waiting, for the car to warm up, Vicki curled up on the seat and leaned in to kiss me. Well, I wasn’t expecting that, but kissing was fine by me. Not much I liked more and kissing a new girl was a real thrill. As soon as the car was warmed up, we shed our coats and then kissed a little more. That sweater was so soft and sexy!
Sitting in the parking lot at a college auditorium wasn’t really the best place to make out. I finally turned the lights on and put the car in gear. Vicki stayed curled up against me and as soon as my hand was free of the gearshift, she pulled it back to the inside of her leg. If anything, her skirt was pulled up higher than before and she dragged my hand up far enough on her thigh that I could feel the heat pouring out of her crotch. I made it out to the bridge and into East Dubuque with Vicki rubbing my hand up and down her leg. She was breathing kind of hard, I thought.
“My sister says I shouldn’t have sex with a guy until my third date,” she finally said. “But I figure, you spent a long time teaching me to dance last Friday and then I sat with you all week in the cafeteria. We met at the game Thursday and went together to the game on Friday. I figure this is really like our fourth date, so we could go someplace and make love.”
“We could… what?”
“You know.” She moved my hand up to her panties where the heat was joined by a little dampness. “Those guys really turned me on, you know?”
“Vicki, I think it’s a little sudden to be having sex. I’m really not prepared for anything like that.”
“My sister gave me instructions on what to do. I’ve been dying to try them out.”
“Have you had sex before?”
“Sure. I mean… well… like this,” she said, continuing to move my fingers up and down her slit.
“You should really choose the guy you want for your first time as someone you can see yourself with for a long time. I don’t mean you have to marry him, but it shouldn’t just be because Simon and Garfunkel turn you on. We really aren’t at that stage.”
“I suppose,” she said sadly. “And you’ve got, like, Chris and Ronda. And I heard you date somebody in Huffington, too. And I know we won’t get to date a lot with everybody else. You’ll take me out again, though, won’t you?”
“Well, sure. I like you. We’ve had fun. But I’m tied up the next couple of weekends and then we have Easter vacation. It might be a little while before I can do something special like this again.” Maybe I was a little panicked. I hadn’t thought of this as anything more than a one-time date. I figured at most Vicki would be like Roxie and not want to deal with me being with other girls.
“Then can we go somewhere and make out a while? It’s still early.”
I glanced at my watch and it was only eleven. And make out with this cute little pixie? Sure. Why not?
“I think I know a place where we can park for a while.”
“Oh good. Then we don’t have to do it in my driveway.”
She had a long country driveway and I’d actually thought we might be able to park there without being noticed from the house for a while. Instead, I took the turnoff to the old ferry launch for the third time in my life. Until I had to shift gears again, Vicki kept my fingers against her pussy.
I managed to get us parked and set the brake. She asked me to keep the car running though so we’d have heat. Then we got into kissing. Damn, she felt good! Her breasts against me felt softer than they’d looked earlier. In fact, I’d thought she was wearing a padded bra under that sweater. I started to move a hand toward her breast and she caught it and pulled it down. I thought that was a little strange since she’d been rubbing her pussy with it.
“I don’t want my sweater to get all sweaty from your hands, you know? It has to be dry cleaned.”
Then she pushed my hand up under the edge of her sweater onto her bare tummy. We went back to kissing and it wasn’t long before I had moved my hand up off her tummy and was cupping her bare boob. She’d taken her bra off in the restroom! These weren’t as big as my other girlfriends’ boobs, but they were sure nice. And apparently very sensitive.
Before long, she was squirming and moaning into my mouth as we tongue-wrestled. She’d been willing to go all the way, so I figured she’d be willing for a little more play. I pulled her sweater up a little to get it above her boobs and she surprised me again by simply lifting it off over her head. This was a really nice little chest and it was bare beneath my fingers and my questing lips.
I had one hand on her back, holding her close to me and the other on the tit I wasn’t sucking. She grabbed that hand and shoved it back between her legs, which she spread wide for me to have good access. The thin cotton panties were very moist and I searched around for the nub I’d found that drove Kelly wild. It had the same effect on Vicki. Those sweet and tender little nipples were just too hard to resist. I bit down on one just a little and thought Vicki’s scream might be heard all the way back in Dubuque.
She grabbed my hand and held it against her pussy as she humped up and down against it and shook with her orgasm. And then, she just slumped forward on me. I put my arms around her and just let her take her time recovering as I held her bare back and occasionally brought a hand around to sample her little tit again or run up the inside of her leg from her knee to her pussy.
“Maybe it wasn’t really necessary to fuck. That was so good! I wondered what she was talking about all this time,” she mumbled. She felt around for her sweater and I did my best to help her put it on—or at least not hinder her. I straightened myself around, turned on the lights, and got the car in gear. We headed toward her home. She hugged my arm all the way there and kissed me sincerely for the date when I walked her to her door.
“Thank you for a lovely date,” I said.
“Anytime. And you can play with these anytime, too,” she said, holding my hand to her breast for a second. “Anytime. Anytime at all.”
I got back in the car and drove home so I could go to bed and relieve some pressure. I don’t think Vicki was even aware that I had a cock, let alone that I hadn’t come and was still hard as a rock. But in a way, it was fun just turning her into a wet noodle.
A quick sniff of my fingers told me she’d been a very wet noodle.
I was set up and ready when Pam got to the studio Sunday afternoon. She seemed pretty bright and cheerful as she took off her boots and hung her coat.
“Hi, Pam. You don’t have much with you. You want pictures in what you’re wearing?” I asked.
“I hope I don’t need clothes for anything you take today. You didn’t say to bring a costume. Can I just undress?” she said.
“Sorry. You are in such a different category than most of my models. I never expect anyone to be ready to just get naked so I can take her picture. In fact, though, I’ve got a concept. Before you strip, take a look at this.”
I’d left my still life set up on the table and when I got to the studio, I draped the veil over it. I’d been doing some sample shots to see what kind of lighting worked best. I’d found two different types of lighting that I liked. The first was backlight that showed through the veil. Depending on how it was set, I could use a little soft fill from the front to keep details clear. The other was to shine a bright light down on it, which made it possible to see through the veil and get some interesting effects.
“You want me to pose with this stuff?” she asked.
“No,” I laughed. “I want you to use the veil in different positions so I can shine the light through it on you. Think of yourself as Salome and the dance before Herod. If you please him, he’ll give you anything your heart desires.”
“Why don’t I just fuck him?”
“Easy solution, but this King Herod was not only Salome’s uncle, but her stepfather as well.”
“Kinky! Is this stuff in the Bible?”
“Sort of. It says the girl danced and Herod was so pleased, he promised her anything she wanted.”
“I’d have taken him to the cleaners. What did she get?”
“The head of John the Baptist on a silver platter.”
“This girl is not only kinky, she’s gruesome! Okay. I’ve got it. The dance has to be so sexy and erotic that the king will kill a poor bastard for her. Herod has to have a hard-on so painful that he’s thinking with his prick. I got it. Yeah. I can do this.”
Pam started taking her clothes off right there in the middle of the studio while I moved the table away and got my camera positioned. This would still take a number of different exposures. I’d probably use two or three different filters on it as well. I had a whole new set of filters to learn.
Pam was just standing there waiting without a stitch on. I also noticed that she’d shaved her pussy bare. That was fine with me. I thought it would make for a cleaner photo. I handed her the veil and went to get behind the camera. I just snapped the first photo where she was standing without getting her into the swing of things. I used my light meter to check the readings on her and see what was different from the still life. I adjusted the position and intensity and then went back behind the camera to take a look.
“You’re getting jaded, Nate.”
“What?”
“You’ve seen so many naked girls that you don’t even respond when I take my clothes off in front of you. The first time I did that, you nearly came in your pants. I could see the tentpole all the way across the room. I should feel insulted.”
“Pam,” I said as I stood up and just ogled her for a moment. Wow! “Having you naked in the studio is a highlight of my life. I love your tits, I love your pussy, I love your ass, and I love your face. I think I even love your feet. I’m just trying to be more professional when I’m working with a model and not look at her that way while we’re together. Believe me, when I process and print these, I’ll look at them late at night and won’t just be stiff. I’ll be coming.”
“Oh, you say the nicest things,” she laughed. “Okay. How do you want me to begin?”
“Let’s start with you holding the veil out in front of you and peeking around. Right hand higher and left hand lower. I don’t mind seeing your boob sticking out from behind it. Nice!” And we went on from there.
After about an hour of work we stopped for a break.
“I need to use the bathroom and wipe down my pits and pussy or I’ll start stinking,” she said. “Clean washcloth and towel?”
“I refreshed them yesterday,” I said.
I was glad she was going to wipe down, not because of the smell, but because I was sure I caught a trickle of sweat running down from her pits on that last shot. I hoped it didn’t ruin anything. The shot was great with the veil flowing out behind her and one knee raised as if she were flying.
I rearranged things while she was in the bathroom for the other effect I wanted. I pulled the red backdrop down and then hung the veil in front of it. Pam came out and looked at the set up. Damn, she had a nice ass. I snapped a picture while she was just standing there.
“So, what am I supposed to do now? Just stand in front of it?” she asked.
“No, I’d like you to get between the backdrop and the veil. Did you ever see that mime guy, Marcel Marceau?”
“Oh, yeah. I think he was on, like, Red Skelton’s show last year.”
“That’s the one. The veil is your box. I want you to explore it with your hands and your body. Press against it. Look up. Bend over. Just a minute; this light isn’t quite high enough.” I set two Fresnels up high on either side of her and shining down on the veil. I turned out all the other lights in the room and took a couple of light meter readings to adjust my aperture. These would be fairly long exposures to capture the depth of the image.
“Can you even see me through this?”
I looked up at her pressed against the veil. Her tits were poking it out. I could even see her slit where the veil dropped up against her below the waist.
“Oh, believe me, Pam. I can see every juicy bit of you.” She giggled and we went back to work. This was incredible. It was a whole new level of Attic Allure.
We finally called it quits about four o’clock.
She just sat on the bench and leaned back. I wasn’t sure if that was just because she was exhausted or if she was presenting herself to me. When she pulled one foot up on the bench, I decided it was definitely the latter.
“Are you sure you don’t want to just fuck me now?” she asked.
“Pam, you know…”
“I know. No fucking for photos. No fucking in the studio. You could lick me. No? How about prom. You’re still on my list for a wild finish to that night.”
“I’m glad to know I made ‘the list.’ But I think I’ll be tied up. Wait! When is prom?” I hadn’t made any arrangements for the event and didn’t even know when it was supposed to be.
“Relax. It’s two whole months yet. Even the most obsessive of us girls don’t start planning until Easter vacation. I suppose you’ve got a lineup of girls waiting for you. Ronda has been hiding something from the rest of us cheerleaders. She must be in over her head with you. And maybe Chris. Oh, that would make more sense. Are you just their beard? Well, how was the date with Vicki last night? I’m absolutely sure she’d put out if you took her to prom. Just remember what I said. Or did you already fuck her last night? Geez! I bet even that Roxie would wet her panties if you asked her to prom. And did I hear you were dating a girl from Huffington? Are you thinking you’ll make it to two proms? You’re a real player.”
“No. I’m really not. And I didn’t fuck Vicki.”
“Don’t tell me she was just a tease!”
“I’m really not going to talk about my dates with you, Pam. We had a good time.”
“Okay, I get it,” she laughed. “Take one more good look so you’ve got something more than a photo to think about when you’re jerking off tonight.” She spread her legs a little wider and I tried not to look, but I did. One day I was going to get a much closer look at one of those mysterious openings between a girl’s legs. Pam got dressed and said goodbye.
I had six rolls of film to process.
“Hey! You’re Nate, right?” the cute senior asked me when she stopped me in the hall. She looked familiar, but I figured it was just because I saw her in the hall.
“Yeah. Did you need a photo?” I asked automatically.
“No. Mine came out okay. I just want to know one thing: Did you fuck my sister Saturday night?”
“What? Who are you?”
“I’m Melanie McMillan. Vicki is my little sister.”
“Not that I think it is your business, but the answer is no.”
“That kid came in Saturday night so sated I could hardly get a confession. She said she came so hard she passed out. But when I asked if you’d come, she said she didn’t know.”
“I’m glad Vicki had a good time,” I said.
“Damn her! She left you hanging, didn’t she? I knew it. That little brat. You try to raise a little sister right, and what does she do? Tease a guy.”
“Don’t be hard on Vicki,” I started to protest.
“Not that I’m not used to cleaning up her messes, but meet me after school and I’ll give you a blowjob. Or I’ll bring Vicki and show her how,” Melanie said.
“Um… Really. Melanie, nobody owes me anything. Please don’t make a big deal out of it. I’d like to see Vicki again sometime and I’d prefer it if she didn’t just assume that meant I wanted sex with her.”
“You don’t?”
“That’s not an issue. Dating is not predicated on a girl putting out for me. I’m just not that kind of guy.”
“I didn’t believe her when she said she didn’t have sex with you. Her sweater was on inside out and she didn’t have her bra on. You must be a hell of a good kisser.”
Melanie walked away and I barely made it to my seat in US History before the bell rang.
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