Full Frame
23
Trying Things On
SUNDAY AFTERNOON, Judy, Janice, and Pete showed up at the studio. Pete signed a model release form and we set about working on what they wanted to try. The girls had made Star Trek uniforms. They set about getting ready and I tried to find anything I could that could represent a starship. There wasn’t much, so I chose the black backdrop, figuring I could make the background just disappear and only highlight the trio as if they were a bunch of action figures. I found a mirror ball, too, and figured I might be able to project dots of light on the black backdrop like a star field. I just needed to hang it high enough that I didn’t get the ball in the picture.
When I turned around, Pete was pulling on a tight gold long-sleeve T-shirt with a black ribbed neck, and the Star Trek logo embroidered on his chest. Judy and Janice were both in stages of pulling on tiny tight dresses made of the same fabric. I saw that their panties matched the dresses. Pete had black slacks on that tucked into black boots. The girls had black go-go boots and black pantyhose under their red panties.
I wasn’t sure real Star Trek dresses were quite as short as the dresses Janice and Judy wore. I could see why they had matching panties: They were visible with any movement. And I was sure their dresses were cut a lot lower than the television series allowed. They were both showing as much cleavage as they could without just going topless.
Pete went into the bathroom to put on a pair of Vulcan ears. While he was there, the girls came up to me and asked me to inspect them closely to see if there was anything showing that shouldn’t be. They both held up their skirts so I could see how the panties molded to them. Then I looked up and saw Janice pinching her nipples.
“Will they show?” she asked innocently—as if pinching them was supposed to make them smaller.
“Mine aren’t big enough,” Judy complained. “Pinch them a little, Nate.”
“With your boyfriend in the bathroom next to us?” I asked. My hands were already moving toward her chest.
“That’s why he’s in there. Hurry. We want them really sticking out when he sees us.”
Well, if that’s what she wanted, I was more than willing to touch Judy’s boobs and pinch her nipples for her. She gasped a little and then looked down her front, pulling the dress out so we could both see down it to her very erect nipples.
“Do you think it’s enough?” she asked. I reached in and pinched it again without the dress in the way.
“I might have to get naked later,” Janice said. “You’ll have to make sure I’m ready for another private picture.”
Their dresses were made out of the same stretchy T-shirt material Pete’s shirt was and the bumps of their nipples were clear. I thought that if I lit them correctly, I’d be able to see them right through the fabric.
Then they pulled out their toys as Pete joined them. They had phasers and communicators. And then they got into their costume play. I had to admit that Pete was a perfect match for the two girls. He’d even penciled in pointy Vulcan eyebrows that he could move together or one at a time. They did several poses as if they were in a battle and Pete was trying to get them out. He adopted an emotionless Vulcan persona, and the girls devoted themselves to getting him to show emotion for them.
That eventually included them getting him into the dining room armchair as if it was the captain’s chair on the bridge and bringing him reports. Delivery included standing on tiptoe as they bent over at the waist to give him a clipboard or any other object they happened to find on the props shelf. He examined the item as if he weren’t really looking down their shirts. I took pictures as if they weren’t bending over specifically to show their matching panty-clad asses. I experimented with a few different lighting options, too. In one, I lit them from below and that came out looking like they were an evil counterpart to the crew.
In another, I set two spotlights focused down on Pete as the girls appeared to grill him through an interrogation session. I had him lock his hands behind him so it looked like he was restrained. Through it all, Pete was supposed to maintain his simple stoic demeanor as a Vulcan. Judy was bent forward asking him a question with Janice out of the picture. When Janice re-entered the frame, she’d removed her dress and approached him topless. Pete’s demeanor began to break. When Judy returned in the same mode, he was looking truly startled. His eyes were wider than Spock’s ever got.
Then they pulled his shirt off as well and I thought he might protest, but they moved the chair away and stood in front of the black backdrop with the stars projected on it, all three topless and embracing each other.
“Do our attic allure photo now, Nate,” Judy said.
I moved in closer so I only had them from waist up. Why waste half the frame on their trousers? I readjusted the lighting to get the strong shadow where I wanted it and suggested several subtle changes to their pose while I shot the pictures.
“All right, last one,” I said. “Girls, tiptoe and kiss him on the cheek. Don’t turn too far toward him. You’re topless and there’s no sense in having your boobs hidden in the photo. Stretch up and make them stick out.”
They giggled a lot, but did what I said. I actually had to move Pete’s hands so he was holding their bare backs. He’d had them just hanging at his side. I think Pete had gotten a surprise when the girls stripped. I didn’t know how far they’d gone, but I was pretty sure they were headed further.
Then Judy and Janice just got into teasing, running around the studio in just their panties and go-go boots. Putting props away, sweeping the floor, and helping roll up the backdrop. I’m sure they were showing off for Pete, but I enjoyed the show as well. Judy certainly seemed a lot more relaxed about showing her boobs than the last time I’d photographed her.
Eventually, they tired of their play and got dressed. Pete got a regular shirt on and, to both our surprise, the girls sat on the bench and stripped off their boots, pantyhose, and colored panties, showing they had just normal high-cut white panties on under them. Then they dressed in skirts and sweaters, skipping the bra. They hooked their arms through Pete’s and thanked me for the good time, then headed out the door. I wondered where they’d be going next. And how far.
The next four days of school were a slog. No one wanted to be there and everyone was excited for spring break—or as they referred to it here, Easter Vacation. Chris and Ronda stayed glued to my side at lunches. I think Vicki was going to come over at one point, but decided on an about face when she saw my two girlfriends close in on me.
“Are you three doing anything fun and exciting over break?” Karen asked.
“Only in the vaguest sort of way,” Ronda said. “I mean, I’m sure my skiing vacation with the family to Colorado will be fun and exciting, but I won’t be with Chris and Nate. So, Nate’s going to take me out Friday night. He can figure out when to take Chris out over the break.”
“I am? We are?” I said. It was the first I’d heard that Ronda wouldn’t be with us all week.
“Yeah. Do something really nice and special with your girlfriend before she has to leave town. Then you can do something really nice and special with me next week,” Chris said. I needed to come up with something quick and clear it with Mom and Dad. I knew they expected me to be at church for Good Friday service in the afternoon, but that didn’t usually last long.
I caught up with Ronda after school and asked to walk her home. She smiled and accepted.
“Honey, it seems like a really big sacrifice for you to go out with me right before you leave instead of Chris. I mean, I know you really prefer her to me and I’m okay with that. You don’t have to spend private time with me.”
She looked around, grabbed my hand, and practically dragged me around behind the Lutheran church. There was nothing back in that direction but a parking lot and an empty field. She pushed me up against a wall and raised my hand. She still hadn’t said anything and I was a little worried.
She held up my hand and folded all my fingers down except the middle finger so it looked like I was giving her the bird. Then she slowly stroked my finger up and down with her other hand.
“This finger. You see this finger? You had this finger up inside me as far as it would go. Inside me! In my vagina. You made me come while fucking in and out of me with this finger. Nate, are you telling me that after that, you don’t love me?”
“Yes, I love you, Ronda! I’m not saying or implying that I don’t. I just thought…”
“Stop thinking! Am I in love with Chris? Yes. But Nate, I can’t help myself. I fell in love with you, too. Please don’t say you don’t want to spend a little alone time with this girlfriend. Do you only want to be with Chris?” she asked. I could see the sparkle of a tear in her eye.
“Ronda, I’m so in love with you I can’t see straight. I’m so in love with you that I do stupid things and just assume you couldn’t possibly love me, too. I’m so in love with you that I want to be with you. I want to be alone with you and just hold you in my arms and whisper in your ear how much I love you. Please don’t imagine that I don’t love you.”
“Then please take me out Friday night. Start as early as possible. I’ll spend all day with you if you want. Take me to Dubuque for a movie and dinner and find a place out in the country where we can park and make out like a boyfriend and girlfriend who are both in love. I don’t mean like going all the way, or maybe not even going as far as we did last weekend. But make out with me like you truly love me and I promise, I will show you how much I love you,” she said.
I didn’t answer. I just pulled her to me and kissed her. I poured out as much love into that kiss as I could. I didn’t try to grope her or pet her. I held her cheek in my hand as I kissed her with all my heart.
When we parted, she looked at me with such a happy smile that it almost broke my heart.
“Better walk me home now before someone comes through the church parking lot and finds us making love in the grass,” she said. She held my hand as we headed out the last block to her house.
“Um… We have church at 1:00 Friday. You know with Mom in the pulpit, I really can’t miss the service. But I’ll see how quickly I can get free afterward. I’ve got to talk to my folks about using the car and going out.”
“Maybe it would help if you tell them I’ll come to church with you,” she said. “I really don’t mind. I’d kind of like to hear your Reverend Mother Superior preach.”
“Any idea what to do then?” I asked. “Before the part about finding a deserted country road and parking so we can make out?”
“I don’t know what kind of food is available and I really don’t care. How about if we go to Dubuque and maybe do a little window shopping, then have dinner and go see a movie. I looked up what was playing in Sunday’s newspaper and there’s a movie starring James Coburn called In Like Flint. It looked like fun and maybe even a little sexy.”
“Yeah. I saw Our Man Flint with a bunch of kids from my school last winter. It was fun. That sounds like it would be a good time. I’ll tell Mom what we have planned and let you know tomorrow if it’s all okay.”
I kissed her at her door and she whispered, “Don’t you ever act like you don’t want to go out with me again. And you’d better not act like that with Chris. She’s even more in love with you than I am. But it’s close.”
“I guess I’ve pretty much admitted it. I love you, Ronda. See you tomorrow.”
Mom wasn’t real enthused about me going out, but figured if I didn’t, I’d just be playing in my studio or darkroom. She was happy that Ronda said she’d come to church with me and suggested we stop at the house after church to have a light lunch before we headed off for Dubuque.
I told Ronda and she kind of gulped.
“I guess Chris had a meal with your family. They didn’t eat her, so they probably won’t eat me. Just expect that sometime soon, you’ll be on the menu at my house, too. I guess you and Chris came over before we went to the play. That didn’t suck too bad,” Ronda said.
Pretty much the whole town of Tenbrook closed on Good Friday afternoon. The attendance at church didn’t really reflect that. There were forty-two for Mom’s carefully prepared service on the seven last words of Christ. I guess there were more at the Catholic church, but Ronda said she didn’t think the attendance would be any better at either of the Lutheran churches. I was in my suit, of course, and Ronda was dressed in a very pretty, but slightly understated, spring dress and light jacket. The temperature finally made it into the fifties and it actually felt like spring out.
Dad had prepared a kettle of chili for after-service lunch. We were all used to eating before noon, so by two o’clock we were really hungry.
“Maybe you’ll want to put off dinner until after the movie,” Dad said. “You don’t need to worry about being back early.”
“I have a one o’clock curfew,” Ronda said. “But that would give us plenty of time after the movie for dinner.”
“Just be careful and watch for slick spots on the road,” Mom said. “With the rapid melt-off today, we could face some ice if the temperature drops tonight.”
“Ronda, do you feel safe with my parents and sister if I leave you here to go upstairs and change clothes? I really don’t want to go to a movie in a suit,” I said.
“I think your sister wants to tell me all about the last girl you brought home for dinner,” Ronda laughed. “And I’m dying to hear about her.”
“Oh boy. Just remember it was kind of a spur of the moment thing because we’d been working and neither of us had anything planned,” I explained. Ronda made a shooing motion at me. I left.
“What I want to know is why really pretty girls like you and Chris want to go out with my dorky brother!” Kat said as I left. I wondered how Ronda would answer that.
It was about a quarter till four before we actually hit the road. I asked Ronda if she wanted to change into something more casual but she said she thought she looked okay for a date with her boyfriend. There was sure nothing wrong with the way she looked. I’d put on a pair of navy blue slacks, a light blue oxford shirt, and my tan corduroy jacket. It was nice to not need any other coats than that.
Ronda sat beside me, but we were only a mile out of town when she hiked her skirt up and took off her pantyhose. She stuffed them in her purse, put on a pair of bobby socks, and put her shoes back on.
“Panty hose are really convenient because you don’t have to wear a garter or a girdle and worry about seams and snags and all. But after you’ve had them on for a while, they just make your legs and your crotch sweat and smell. I think I became a cheerleader because they never wear pantyhose—just bobby socks or knee socks.”
“Well, you’ll never catch me complaining about looking at your bare legs,” I laughed.
“I’ll bet. I shaved this morning. Feel?”
She lifted my hand from the steering wheel and guided it up her leg from the knee all the way to her pussy, then put my hand back on the wheel.
“That’s, like, really distracting,” I said. “It makes it hard to keep my eye and my mind on the road.”
“Okay. I’ll wait until we’re parked to distract you any further. But you should know I’m not wearing a bra, either.”
“Oh, geez! I thought we were going to be a little less… um… exploratory when it was only any two of us out together,” I choked.
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean we can’t do anything, does it?”
“I suppose not. I just don’t want to set expectations too high. I don’t want to become one of the guys you can’t stand because I always want to get my hands all over you.”
“Thank you. I respect that and I suppose I sound like the female equivalent of one of those guys. I’m not really. I just feel so free when I’m with you. Do you have any idea how much I’ve had to defend myself against boys? Not just the jerks that Chris and I dated a couple times this month. I mean, like every boy I ever met. I know the kind of jokes boys tell and the way they talk. I’ve been around the sports teams too much for them to keep quiet about whether a girl is wearing falsies or if she’s really that stacked,” Ronda said. She leaned lightly against my shoulder.
“I’ve heard it. I’ve probably even speculated on it myself, though I wouldn’t talk about it. With anyone. I’ve heard too many rumors about what a girl will or won’t do, who’s easy, who is strictly for marriage and not for fun,” I said.
“It’s disgusting and gross. You know why girls wear padded bras? It’s another layer of defense against grabby guys. The advertisers want us to cross our heart, lift and separate, underwire, and support our boobs. Boys want to take them off of us. The school insists that we wear them, even girls who haven’t started developing yet. If you’re thirteen, you have to wear a bra. Most of us would prefer to wear an armored breastplate.”
“I don’t blame you for hating boys,” I said. “And I confess that I sometimes have the same kinds of thoughts. I just try to keep them under control.”
“I don’t hate all boys. I have a few good friends among the guys. A couple of players on the basketball team have stepped in to defend the cheerleaders when the team bus got a little too wild. And when I go to movies and see Fabian or Frankie Avalon, I think some pretty explicit thoughts about them.”
“About like boys with Annette. I got my whole introduction to female anatomy from watching her grow.”
“I got a lot of my education that way, too. It’s when I first realized I might be attracted to girls. Then I started to notice Christine and realized she and I were developing in a very similar way. Late at night, I’d feel my breasts and imagine what it would feel like to touch hers.”
“And now you know.”
“Nate, you know I really thought you were just going to latch onto her and that would be the end of any hope I ever had of finding out. And then in the darkroom you said we should share. I almost came while I was kissing you. And instead of being my competition, you guided my hand and showed my fingers where her clit was,” Ronda said.
“I’m sure you could have found it.”
“Yeah, but I’m not sure I’d have been brave enough to search.”
“Um… Where should I park? Is there any place in particular you want to shop?”
“Why don’t we just walk around Main Street from the old clock tower? We can check out the movie times. You know, I just want to feel like I’m really on a date with a guy I like and can walk around holding hands with,” she said.
“I’m your guy, Ronda,” I said. “Can’t think of anything better to do right now.”
I found a parking space and we just walked around town checking out store windows and holding hands. It was cloudy, but in the mid-fifties, so it was really comfortable to just be outside wandering.
When we came to a drugstore, Ronda pulled at me and ducked into a little boutique next door.
“This is your chance,” she whispered.
“Chance for what?”
“Go to the drugstore and buy condoms,” she said. I opened my mouth and stared at her. “Not for tonight, silly. But you’re going to need them soon and you haven’t had them handy. Better get, like, a dozen or something.”
“Okay,” I squeaked.
“I’ll just shop around this store until you get back.”
I was embarrassed to just walk into a drugstore and tell them I wanted a dozen condoms. I looked around the whole store until a pharmacist came out of the back room and approached me.
“Can I help you find something, son?”
I took a deep breath and just told him.
“Yeah. I’m looking for prophylactics.”
“Oh. Yes, it is springtime, isn’t it? We have them at the pharmacy counter. Come with me. Know what kind you want?”
“Trojans,” I answered automatically. It was our school mascot after all.
“Good choice. How many.”
“Better start with a dozen.”
“You’re either a god or an optimist. But a dozen it is. Either way, it’s good to be protected.” He gave me the package and I paid him. All told, it wasn’t as horrid an experience as I’d been afraid it would be. I shoved the package into my jacket pocket and rejoined Ronda. We giggled all the way to the theater.
We discovered there was a 5:30 showing of In Like Flint and decided to catch it and have dinner afterward.
Funny movie and a little bit sexy. A group of beautiful women had decided to take over the world and were manipulating an actor to pretend to be the president. Of course, Flint had to subvert their plans by making love to one of the women and getting aboard the rocket ship with them. We did laugh a lot, and I had my arm around Ronda through the whole movie. She grabbed my other hand and let me put it on her bare leg. Occasionally, we’d sneak a little kiss and my hand would slide up under her skirt a little, then back down. She held my hand that was around her shoulders and kept it pressed against her chest, but it was just a little above her breast. It was more like a promise.
After the movie we went to a little restaurant near the theater and had pasta. It was a good meal and we both wanted to walk a little before we got back in the car. I’d almost forgotten where we parked and we had to retrace about six blocks before we actually reached the car to go home.
“Anything else you want to do?” I asked as I eased out of the parking space.
“Uh-huh. I did a little research this week. Both Butch and Lee had mentioned going to Hanratty’s farm. Turns out that it’s an abandoned farm about five miles northeast of town. I got Pam to tell me about it. Apparently, you are only supposed to know about it if you’ve been taken there by someone. She said no one would be going out there this weekend, though, because of some party that one of the senior guys is throwing that has all the likely people going to it. I guess the seniors are really doing a bunch of stuff together during these last few weeks of school. There’s a party every weekend, but even those seniors with younger boyfriends or girlfriends don’t take them. It’s seniors only.”
It took us forty-five minutes to locate the place, but when we did, it was as advertised. The house was boarded up, but there was plenty of room to park behind the barn where we couldn’t be seen from the road. Ronda and I immediately got out and got in the back seat. She pushed my sport coat off my shoulders and I hung it on the back of the front seat. She did the same thing with her jacket.
“Let me see one,” she whispered. We were the only two people within a mile and were inside a car, but the subject still merited whispers. I fumbled around in my jacket pocket and brought out the little brown bag.
“It’s a really little packet for each one,” I said, opening the package.
“Well, they’re like rubber so they stretch, right? I mean… God! How would I know? I’ve never seen one.”
“Should we open one and take a look?”
“No. Wait. Let’s make out for a while. When you get good and hard, we’ll try one on you.”
“Ronda?”
“Well, we can both see then. It doesn’t mean we’re going to, you know, do it. But… My pussy is itching like crazy already. If you try one on, I’ll give you a hand job and help you fill it. Then we’ll know all about them and how they work. You know, for when you get ready to fuck Kelly. At least you’ll know how to put the condom on.”
“Ronda, I’m sitting in the back seat of the car with you, talking about trying on a condom. I really can’t think of Kelly at a time like this.”
“Good. And when you fuck her, you shouldn’t think of Chris and me. A girl would know if you were fucking her and thinking of someone else. So just forget about Kelly until you’re with her. Think about me in the car wanting to stroke your cock until you fill a condom.”
I moaned. We started kissing and before long were petting. She’d told me she didn’t wear a bra and I could feel her soft boob beneath the dress with its hard little point.
“We aren’t going to get naked,” she panted. “But you could unbutton my blouse if you want.”
Oh, yes. I wanted very much. We kissed as I fought with the half-dozen buttons that kept her top secure and then I slipped my hand inside and softly squeezed her perfect breast.
“Oh, Nate. I never thought I’d ever want anyone, let alone a boy, to touch my naked breast. But ever since homecoming I’ve been dreaming about you touching me and licking my nipples. I never intended to fall in love with you when I came to your studio to have my portrait done. But I found a really nice guy who didn’t try to see down my dress all the time and who gave me a really great picture. I thought I was coming to your studio to find a reason to hate you, and I couldn’t. Touch me, lover. Touch me and kiss me. Take me any way you want to.”
That sounded like more of an invitation than what we’d agreed on and I promised myself that I’d be the one who could stop us before we did something we’d regret. I didn’t really think Ronda and I would regret having sex if it weren’t for our mutual commitment to Chris and wanting to all be together. I still wasn’t sure how that would work, but I was willing to figure it out when the time came. For now, I opened her dress and lowered my mouth to feast on her pointy little nipples. Ronda kept a hand inside my shirt and scratched at my nipples, which contributed to the advancement of my hard-on.
“Nate, how do I ask you to touch me more and um… make me come like you did the other night?” she gasped as I raked my teeth across her nipple.
“I think you just did,” I said, putting my hand on the side of her face and kissing her. “Is that what you’d like, lover?”
She nodded her head and I went back to kissing her. Instead of playing with her breasts, I started stroking up her leg, pushing her skirt higher and higher. She spread her legs apart as I moved up to the promised land and touched her bare pussy.
“You don’t have panties on!” I whispered.
“I took them off in the restroom where we had dinner. I just… By that time, I knew that I’d want you to touch me. Do it, Nate. Make me wet and let me come on your fingers. Oh, yeah. I love you, Nate.”
I stroked gently across her lower lips and they parted with a little pressure. I found a fair amount of moisture there that I dragged along with my finger until I found the little bump of her clit. I circled it, rubbing up against the sides and then lightly across the top. Then I dove down deeper and put my finger in her up to the first knuckle, dragging it out to take more slippery fluid to her clit. I repeated the gesture and she humped against my hand when my finger was in her, driving it in a little deeper.
She grabbed my hand to hold it there and applied pressure until I’d slid all the way in. I wiggled my finger a little, just exploring and not really sure what else to do. She continued to hold me there with one hand as she rubbed her clit herself with the other hand.
“Someday soon, it’s going to be your cock up there in my vagina,” she whispered around my kisses. “Think about it. I want your whole hard cock all the way up in my little pussy where you’re feeling with your finger. I think your cock is bigger than your finger. Put another one in me.”
I found it rather easy to introduce my ring finger into her pussy and I could scarcely believe the hot pulsing I could feel.
“Yes! Yes! Your cock will be in me, all hard and moving in and out like your fingers are. I’m going to feel you get bigger until I think you’ll stretch me beyond my endurance and then… then… my pussy is going to tighten on your cock and I’m… going… to come!”
Ronda pushed against my fingers as hard as she could to get them as deep as possible in her as her other hand flew across her clit and she gasped into my mouth as her tongue worked mine over and she came.
She held my fingers in her pussy while we kissed, preventing me from moving them.
“I can’t believe I’m letting a boy—or anyone—put a part of himself inside me. And I love it so much! I feel like having you in me is the most intimate thing we can possibly do. Feel this bit right here above my clit? There’s a bone there. The pubic bone, I guess. I want to feel your pubic bone pressed up tight against mine. You know where that means your cock will have to be?”
My fingers twitched inside her.
“Yes. Right there. That’s where your cock will be when our pubic bones are pressed against each other.”
She pulled my fingers out of her pussy and brought them up close to her face to examine them with wonder. She sniffed at them and then licked one of them. She got an evil smile on her face and brought my fingers to my nose and put them in my mouth. I groaned.
“One day,” I said, “I’m going to put my tongue there instead of either my fingers or my cock. I’m going to taste you with my tongue as far up in you as I can get it.”
She moaned.
“I want to take care of you now and find out how a condom works.”
She began unbuckling my belt and got my trousers open. Then she had me lift up a little so she could pull my trousers and underwear down below my cock. I was stiff and pointing straight at the roof of the car.
“Where’s the condom?” I handed her the foil wrapped package and she tore it open. She tried to examine it, but the light really wasn’t great. I reached up and turned the dome light on. “Ah. I see. It’s rolled up and you have to put it on this way in order to unroll it.” She held the condom in the right position and then stroked my cock with her hand a few times.
“It will be too late to get it on if you keep doing that, honey,” I gasped.
“Okay. Let’s see if it will fit you.”
She positioned the condom and began rolling it on. I held the end of it as she worked on the roll. Before long, she had it down amidst my hair.
“Um… it’s not very slippery. I’m kind of dragging my hand against it instead of stroking you.”
She reached between her legs and caught her breath a little as she scooped some of her own lubrication out of her pussy. That slicked up the condom a little. She bent over with her face almost against it and let spit run out of her mouth. She actually touched it with her tongue and her lips. I really moaned then.
“Oh, yeah. I’ve heard boys really like blowjobs. We’ll have to learn about that later. The condom doesn’t really taste that great.”
But the combination of her lube and spit allowed her hand to glide up and down my condom wrapped cock. She watched what she was doing with rapt intent. I watched her face as she worked on my cock. I reached out and touched one of her breasts with my hand as she worked intently on my cock.
“Are you going to come?”
“Yes. It’s just a different feeling with the condom than when you were stroking me before we got it on. It’s still good though. I can feel it getting ready. I love touching you while I’m getting ready to come in your hand. I love your breasts. I love your pussy. I love your hand… stroking… my cock,” I gasped. I felt the sudden throb run the length of my penis and then started pumping as Ronda continued to hold my cock and stroke it.
“Wow! Look at the tip stand up with all you’ve pumped into it! We might have to leave a little more room at the top the next time. It’s full and all over the top of your dick. Oh, Nate. That was… so powerful. The whole time I was holding you, I was imagining feeling that in my vagina. I really love you, Nate.”
“I love you, Ronda. Never expected it to happen, but I’ve really fallen in love with you.”
We kissed and petted a bit more. I held her pussy some more, but didn’t try to go inside her again. Then I kissed her breasts before she started buttoning her blouse. Getting myself put away involved getting rid of the condom. I couldn’t just leave it in the car, and I needed to find the foil wrapper, too. Eventually, I felt that I had everything, my pants were zipped up, and I stuffed the used condom and wrapper in the bag I got at the store. I needed to dispose of that before I actually got home.
Ronda and I kissed a little more when we got to her house a bit after midnight.
“I’ll miss you this week.”
“You’ll have Christine. I’ll have no one.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t want a date with Christine before you left.”
“Oh, I do. I’m not leaving until Sunday. Chris and I are going out tomorrow,” she said.
That was a revelation. But in a way, I thought it was really great that they’d have an evening together. Maybe all night. I’d heard that girls in general often spent the night with girlfriends. I guess that was different between boys and girls. I never spent the night at a guy’s house.
Besides, my day tomorrow was going to be busy. I needed to clean the studio thoroughly and have some of my new photos ready to show Uncle Nate on Sunday. He and Aunt Grace were coming for Easter dinner. I knew Dad had a whole ham he was cooking. It took up most of the bottom shelf of the refrigerator. I wondered what time he had to start that cooking.
I found a trash can on the street corner and stopped to dispose of the used condom, foil, and drugstore bag. When I got home, I put the condoms under my special photo album in my desk drawer—all eleven of them. Then I went to sleep, reliving making love to Ronda. What else could I call it? We didn’t fuck, but we made love.
Mom always wore a suit and clerical collar when she was out on ‘preacher business’ like making calls or visiting in the hospital. On Sundays, she always wore a black robe with an appropriate colored stole over the clerics. There was always the standing joke, “Hey, preacher. You’ve got your shirt on backwards.” Chris and Ronda had told me that their minister at Trinity Lutheran only wore a robe for special occasions. Anna thought the whole robe and stole thing was terribly ‘high church,’ and said their preacher never wore anything but a plain suit and tie.
Nonetheless, Mom felt it was important to be identified when she was out. People just didn’t have any experience with female ministers, but they all recognized a clerical collar. There was no rule in the Methodist church that you had to wear a robe and stuff, but many ministers did. All through Lent, Mom had worn a purple stole with her robe up until Good Friday. On that day, she wore no stole—only the black robe.
Our old minister in South Chicago had been one of Mom’s sponsors at her ordination. At ordination, the bishop and two or three elders in the church—that’s the ‘fully ordained’ ministers—placed their hands on her head to consecrate her as a deacon. That’s the first order of ministry. I guess in the Catholic Church, they ordain bishops, too, but in the Methodist Church they only ordain deacons and elders.
I knew, however, that even though Dad had purchased the special stole Mom wore at her ordination, our pastor in South Chicago had given Mom her Easter robe and stole. They were white with gold embroidery to celebrate the resurrection. I wanted a photo of Mom in her Easter robes, and she’d agreed.
Saturday afternoon, she took the robe, still in its zipped-up garment bag, to the church. We turned the lights on and I wanted to get as good a portrait as I could. I brought the Hasselblad out and I guess she was too busy trying to get in a good position for her photo to notice the camera.
I thought I got some good shots, but I wasn’t satisfied.
“Mom, could you come to the studio and let me take your picture there? I have an idea that will make a really stunning portrait.”
“Better than actually being in the church?” she asked.
“I don’t know. But I think you’ll like it.”
She finally agreed, zipped the robe and stole back into the bag, and walked with me to the studio.
“I don’t want to get this dirty,” she said.
“I keep the studio really clean, Mom. Lots of models wear beautiful clothes for their photos. You saw the Valentine pictures I did of Chris and Ronda. Nobody wants to bring nice clothes into a dirty space. I did a session with Judy, Janice, and Pete last Sunday and they really cleaned everything afterward.” I didn’t mention the girls had been topless.
We went into the studio and I realized it was the first time Mom had been up here since I started actually working here. She stopped inside the door and looked around.
“My! It’s changed since I was last here. Where did you get all these lights and the backdrops?”
“I did a lot of senior photo retakes and actually made a bunch of money this year. I’ve been putting most of it in the bank, but I’ve ordered a few things from Camera Warehouse to help the photos look professional. Mr. Grossman in Huntertown had recently replaced his backdrops and gave me the old ones. I suppose I’m going to need to replace those soon as well.”
I went straight to work and pulled out the light blue backdrop. I felt the red or black would be too harsh a contrast with her white robe and the white backdrop wouldn’t have enough contrast. Then I went into the back of the storage area and found the church window wireframe that I’d used for Patricia’s ghost photo.
I had a different idea this time. I placed it near the backdrop, but where it wouldn’t be in the photo. Then I shone one of the Fresnels through it to cast a sharp shadow against the blue backdrop. I set the other Fresnel high up on the opposite side to shine down on mom and used a fill light to backlight her a little. I just wanted a little glow around her.
I turned around to speak to her and saw her staring at my gallery wall. Only she wasn’t just staring at the gallery. She was focused on two photos. One was of Lori and the other of Pam. Yeah. She zeroed right in on the nude shots. I’d forgotten that I hung them as part of my display for Uncle Nate, having never considered that I’d have my mother in the studio where she could see them.
“Um… Mom… those are, like, professional models, and I have a release allowing me to display pictures I take of them. They’re both over eighteen and there has never been any inappropriate behavior between us,” I said. Maybe that stretched the truth just a little. I’d never touched them inappropriately.
Mom turned toward me and I was afraid she was going to lambaste me with my immorality, or at the very least storm out and go to Dad to insist that he come and take a willow switch to me.
“Very artistic,” she said quietly. She hung her robe on the rack and unzipped the bag. She put it on and went to stand where I had the scene lit. “Here?” she asked.
I breathed a little sigh of relief and went about positioning her and directing her the same way I would any model.
“Step forward a baby step. Turn just a little more to your right. Lift your chin slightly. That’s nice. Let me adjust the backlight. It will only take a minute.” Mom followed direction and I felt I captured a perfect portrait, and it definitely had the Attic Allure feel to it.
“That was very professionally done,” she said as she removed the robe and stole and carefully zipped them into the bag. I shut down the lights and rolled up the backdrop. “Where did this camera come from? Did you make that much taking yearbook portraits?” she asked, looking at the Hasselblad on the tripod.
“Oh. That. Um… It’s… Well…”
“Your Uncle Nate gave it to you, didn’t he?” she demanded.
“Well, yes. At Christmas. But I don’t think it’s actually really mine,” I said. “Uncle Nate showed some of the pictures I gave him at Thanksgiving to Levi over at Camera Warehouse. Levi wanted to know what I could do with a professional quality camera and lenses instead just my old 35. They put together this kit and sent me a whole bunch of film to see if I could improve my photos with better equipment. See, the two photos that you were looking at? Those were taken with the new camera. You can see the difference—I mean in the quality of the photo—from pictures like the ones I did for the yearbook retakes, which were all done with the 35. I got good photos with the 35, and the new lighting really helped. But the quality of the optics I have and the larger format camera, really make a world of difference, don’t you think? The picture of Lori was done with the 35 and artistically, it’s one in a million. The one of Pam was done with the Hasselblad, and although I haven’t yet learned quite the control of it that I had with the 35, you can see the technical quality of the image is much better.”
“I think I will have words with my brother.”
“Please don’t, Mom,” I pled. “Uncle Nate is like a patron of the arts and he’s chosen to patronize me. I feel so honored and responsible to do the best I can. Please don’t scold him for helping me with my career.”
“Career,” Mom sighed. “Yes, I do understand. I had a patron to help me in my studies and ordination. Arts come in all forms. Just, please, don’t step over the line into pornography. It would be so easy to do.”
“Uncle Nate gave me the same warning. I’ve also made it clear to every model that I neither do anything sexy with models in the studio, nor do I date them. When Chris and I decided to go out, she quit modeling for me. I’ve refused to go out with a couple of other models who thought they could get me to date them by modeling for me. I’ve always remembered your advice when I first started taking photos up here, Mom. I try to always paint clear expectations and make sure a model understands before I ever load the camera.”
“I’m glad, Nate. And I can truly see the talent displayed on your wall. Even from the photos you displayed last summer, I can see how far you have come. Don’t hide it from me. I’d rather not be shocked.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
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