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Happiness and Upset
A LOT OF THE BUZZ at school Monday was about the prom and after-prom and who was or wasn’t there. It turned out to be more of an issue than finding out who had snuck away. Constable Stoneburner was in one of the classrooms and a lot of kids were called in to talk to him, including me.
“Constable? What’s up?”
“I hope nothing, Nate. I have a long list of names and am trying to cross them off. In order to do that, I need to know where you went and what you did after the prom. In a general sense. You don’t have to get detailed. But you were listed as a student who left after the prom and didn’t attend the after-prom.”
“There must be at least half the kids who went on that list,” I said.
“Which is why I’m trying to cross names off of it. If you’d just answer a couple of questions, yours will be one of the names I cross off. And, just so you know, I’m asking the same question of your dates, so just give me a simple and truthful answer. Where did you go after the prom?”
“We went out to get our clothes out of the car and fell asleep there,” I said.
“All night?”
“No, sir. We woke up and left a little after one.”
“Where did you go?”
I was suddenly unreasonably thankful that we hadn’t gone to the studio!
“We went to my date Ronda May’s home. We were there the rest of the night.”
“Any witnesses to that?”
“I doubt that anyone who was missing after the prom had a witness to where they went. Aside from Ronda and our date Christine Evans, I don’t believe anyone was aware of where we went.”
“Okay.” He scratched my name from his list.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Vandalism,” he sighed. “It’s the worst case we’ve had and the first since I started as Constable. The only incidents I’ve had prior to this were two break-ins: One in your studio and one at JB’s Bar and Café. I’m just trying to eliminate everyone it could have been so I can focus on who it couldn’t have been.”
“That sounds complicated.”
“Policework. I’d prefer if you didn’t discuss the matter, but I think that’s futile. By noon everyone will know and there won’t be much I can do to stop talk.”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t more help.”
“You didn’t see anyone else in the parking lot when you left, did you?”
“I kind of looked around before I started the car. I had to get out and get back in. I didn’t see anyone.”
“I’m not going to investigate why you had to get out and get back in. You can go, Nate. Thank you for your answers.”
“Nate, can you do some pictures this afternoon?” Lori asked as she walked up to our table at lunch.
Word had spread pretty quickly that three cars were vandalized in the parking lot during the after-prom and were discovered when everyone left the school in the morning. We were discussing what might have happened. Constable Stoneburner’s questions were simple compared to the questions our classmates asked. They wanted the intimate details of what we’d done after the prom. We circumvented most of the questions and Lori’s was a welcome change of pace.
“What’s up, Lori? I can probably do a few this afternoon. Anxious to get started on your portfolio?” I asked.
“Let’s chalk it up to that. I’m just very frustrated at the moment and the thought of um… posing makes me relaxed.”
“She means getting naked,” Ronda whispered in my ear.
“Let’s go over right after school is out and see if we can get some good poses,” I said.
“You’re a doll. Thanks.”
“Portfolio?” Karen asked.
“My mentor looked at some of the photos I’ve done of Lori and suggested that she needed a portfolio she could shop to some reputable modeling agencies in Chicago. I told her I’d take the pictures for her.”
“That’s nice,” Andy said. I liked that Andy always took the simple response and accepted it at face value. He and Karen, of course, had stayed at the after-prom all night.
I got to the studio with Lori right on my heels. She followed me in to the fourth floor, and while I unlocked my camera, she started undressing. I came out with the camera and saw her unfastening her bra.
“Lori, don’t you want to use the dressing room downstairs?” I asked.
“Right. I’ll take my shit down there. You probably don’t want it up here.”
I followed her bare butt down the stairs and ran to turn on lights so she could see where the dressing rooms were. She opened a dressing room door and just threw her school things inside, then followed me to the table where I opened my camera case and started loading film.
“I can’t believe how quickly a great evening could turn to crap,” she started. She scooted her butt up on the table while she watched me get the camera ready. “And everything was working in my favor until we got back to the school as the after-prom was letting out and we saw their car. What a mess.”
“Lori, did you really want to pose for pictures or do you just want to sit here naked and talk?” I asked. “I’m good either way. I love to take your picture, but just sitting here looking at you is good, too.”
“Oh, Nate. Yes. I mean, yes I want to pose and yes, it’s okay to just look at me, too. I’m just so frustrated right now, I couldn’t think of any other way to work it out.”
“Well, we’ll get something set for you to pose and you can just keep talking to me. We don’t have an agenda and we aren’t in a hurry.”
“Avery said you were as good as a therapist.”
“So, tell me what happened. I saw you leave with the twins. Didn’t you go somewhere together?” I asked.
“Yes, but that was the first problem. They are smart as blazes. If it wasn’t for Joan Weakly, they’d be valedictorian, I’m sure. But they’re a little socially awkward and immature. Oh, we had fun, but getting there was a pain. We went through an elaborate ruse with the cars. I brought mine to the school earlier in the day and left it there. Then the boys came to pick me up in their… get this… Corvair. Now, it’s a cute little car and funky as all get out. Rear engine. Four on the floor. Two-door with bucket seats. Guess who got to climb over the seat into the back so the boys would have room for their legs in front?”
“You’re kidding. In your formal? That black dress was a killer. I think every guy at the prom was jealous of the twins. Isn’t the Corvair the car Nader targeted as Unsafe at any Speed?”
“Yeah. Certainly unsafe for black formal wear. Imagine what it looked like getting in and out of their back seat. They pretty much saw everything before we even had a dance.”
“Ooh. That really sucks. I don’t get the elaborate ruse, though.”
“Well, they told their parents they were going to the prom and the after-prom, so they wanted to leave their car there in case their parents cruised by to check.”
“You’re kidding.”
“After the prom, we got in my car and checked in at the Hill Motel. We were right next door to Melanie and Ron. I almost joined them. The boys did not know anything! I knew they weren’t experienced. That was going to be half the fun, but they didn’t know how a girl was built or where they were supposed to put things. Not to mention that they’d no more than dropped their pants and I had come all over the front of me.”
“Oh, yuck! Unexpected?”
“Yes, unexpected. By the time they had their pants off, I’d let my dress just drop to the floor. They stood there with giant erections and I thought ‘Oh, boy, this will be fun.’ So, I reached out to touch them and kaboom! I was being sprayed.”
“I feel bad for the poor guys. I almost came the first time I saw a naked girl. In fact, she wasn’t even naked. I just saw one tit and thought I’d pass out.”
“Well, the worst was that I had to wait an hour before either one was ready to go again. I tried to use the time—after I’d gone to the bathroom and cleaned myself off—to sort of give them instruction about a woman’s body, where things are located, and how to get me excited. And they really, really tried hard. But they were so lost in their first experience touching a breast that we almost didn’t get any further. I probably should have taken them on a few dates before prom, but I didn’t think any senior as smart as they are could possibly be so backward when it came to sex.”
“So, you never got what you wanted, huh?”
I’d maneuvered the camera around and didn’t bother with backdrops or lighting. I’d just been taking pictures of Lori while she talked about her time with the twins. When she was just talking to me, she was totally relaxed and very animated.
“Oh, I got what I wanted. That was the best part of the night. I got them in condoms as soon as they got hard again. That slowed up the second ejaculation enough that I could get them in position. Then they started taking turns pounding my pussy. Oh, God, Nate! They are huge. I’d bet the biggest in the school when they’re up. Not much to look at when they’re limp, but erect… Worshipful! I was pounded by one and then the other and then one and then the other. They were faster getting up the next time and I got on my hands and knees. I had one in my mouth and one in my pussy, and I choked his whole cock down my throat!”
I had to put the camera down a minute and not too subtly, shift my cock to a more comfortable position. Just listening to Lori tell about her night had filled my imagination with images.
“Oh, you don’t have a bad cock yourself from what I can see,” Lori said. “Are you sure you don’t want to see if you can give me more satisfaction?”
“God, Lori. Don’t tell me you weren’t satisfied by that treatment.”
“I was. We’d actually managed a couple of hours of fun and a nice cuddle then a lively shower together before we headed back to the school. They insisted that they needed to head to their car at the same time that everyone left the school after-prom. So, we parked my car back where it had been and then went around the corner of the building and walked out as everyone came out the doors to go home. That’s when the shit hit the fan.”
“Don’t tell me theirs was one of the cars that was vandalized.”
“Hit it right on the money. At first, they were just mourning about the damage to their car, but then they started getting the guilties. If they hadn’t taken me to a motel, their car wouldn’t have been vandalized. If they hadn’t lied to their parents, they wouldn’t have left their car in the parking lot. The whole vandalism thing was because they were sinning against God and their church by consorting with a girl they knew had loose morals. They’d been led down a road to destruction and needed to repent.”
“You can’t mean to tell me they blamed you for the damage to their car!”
“Exactly what they did!”
“What church do they go to? None of the churches in town have that extreme a view.”
“Oh, they go to some Bible Church out east of Huffington. I’ll be lucky if they don’t come to town to stone the harlot who led their boys down the path to hell and destruction.”
“All right. Help me change backdrops over here,” I said. “They’re not too heavy, but it takes a person at each end.”
We lifted down the blue sky and clouds backdrop and I chose a red drop that was spattered with other colors in such a way as to look like a hole to hell. I threw down some red fabric and it draped over a couple of cubes. Lori stood in the middle of the setting looking bewildered as I set lights and changed film.
“All right, harlot!” I exclaimed. “This is your doom! You’ve led two innocent boys to their destruction for your lascivious pleasure. Now you stand at the gates of hell. What are you going to do about it?”
I prayed that I’d read her right and was gratified when she got right into the flow of things. She did a couple of melodramatic poses weeping and attempting to resist being drawn into the pit. We went through a roll of film as Lori fell into the depths of hell. I changed film.
“Now, you’ve been to hell. It’s time for you to conquer it. Rise from the depths and dance victorious on the open pit!” I shouted.
Lori flew into her next dance. She leapt. She twirled. She grabbed the cloth and threw it into the air and let it fall over her as she swept it off her body. And then with the cloth wrapped once around her body and up her arm, she jumped up onto a cube and posed as if she were an angel taking flight.
“That’s it!” I said. “You’ve been to hell and survived. You’ve triumphed.”
Lori bounced off the cube and ran to me to hug me. What could I do but hug her naked body to me?
“Thank you, Nate. Thank you. The pictures might suck, but I feel great. Can you feel me, Nate? Do I feel great?”
“Yes, you do,” I said, squeezing her butt in my hands. “But you’re not going to lead me down the path of destruction. Go get dressed so we can go home for dinner. I might come back tonight to develop these.”
“Avery was right. You’re as good as a therapist.”
She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and ran off to the dressing room. I watched her butt go and looked at my hands.
Yeah. She felt great!
I’d taken three rolls of Lori during our session. The first was all candid shots as she sat or leaned on the table to talk. I’m not sure if she was consciously posing, but she kept shifting positions and I got a new headshot that I thought was as good as any portrait I’d done. It had the drapes over the windows as a background and no special lighting, but when I’d finished the processing and enlarging, it showed Lori as the bright and lively girl she was. And I’d decided that during this session, I was going to compose my shots and print the full frame. This picture was perfect without needing any cropping.
I looked at the proof sheets for the other two rolls of film. The first, I thought of as Lori condemned. The second as Lori victorious. Despite having the camera handheld and not on the tripod, I captured something special going on. I thought about how Levi had told me the theatre company had produced a bunch of psychodrama and improv, and had to chuckle. This scene played out in front of the theatre backdrop was exactly that. Lori’s therapy.
I selected the best of each roll and printed a total of eight 10x10 full frame enlargements. I thought this might be a complete story that I would post in my gallery. Like I would post Patricia’s most recent story if only she was eighteen.
When I wasn’t studying or kissing my girlfriends, I spent the rest of my time that week printing full frame enlargements of some of my best pieces. The developing went fairly rapidly since I was looking for composition of the larger piece and not at creating the highest quality print. They were all done on RC paper and at standard exposures. I still wasn’t sure what I was looking for. It was easy for me to look at a photo and use a marking pen to visually crop it so it had the most dynamic and expressive image. Mr. Grossman encouraged me to continue doing that so that I could make excellent cropped prints. But I was really looking outside the crop marks.
Much to my surprise, I thought the original 35mm photo I did of Lori that started me on this quest actually looked better full frame than with the cropping I’d done. In the cropped photo—How do I say this?—it was as if the universe consisted of Lori’s nipple and the rest of us were looking with her, trying to get into her universe. In the uncropped version—even though most of what I’d cropped off was black or near black—it was more like her nipple was a point in the universe and we were invited to look through Lori’s telescope at it.
I’d run that by Chris. She was much better at using words than I was. She often saw things in my photographs that I missed or hadn’t considered important.
On Saturday, as soon as I’d finished the laundry and ironing, I picked up Chris and Ronda for a run into Huntertown. On the way, we pulled into the overlook ferry landing and just took a few minutes kissing and loving each other. We didn’t spend long as it was full daylight out, but we’d had so little time together since we made love Saturday and Sunday that we just had to have kisses and touches of our lovers. When another car pulled into the overlook, I headed out and continued to Huntertown. We just wanted time together.
We decided on the spur of the moment to catch the matinee at the theater. We didn’t even look to see what was playing and sat in the very back of a sparsely attended showing of The Singing Nun. It was a sweet show with a lot of decent music, but we didn’t really pay that much attention as we slouched down in our seats and continued to make out.
I had just enough time after the movie to make it to the florist, which was my purpose in coming to Huntertown in the first place. I paid for my purchase, ordered two weeks before, and carried the huge floral arrangement out to the car.
“That doesn’t leave much room in the back seat for us to make out,” Chris said.
“Worse yet, someone has to ride with it so it doesn’t tip over,” I said.
“How about if Chris and I ride in the back seat with the flowers and you chauffeur us?” Ronda suggested.
“That works for me,” I said. “That way maybe I can keep my hands on the wheel and my eye on the road.”
The girls piled in back with the flowers, but didn’t sit on either side to hold them. The flowers were pushed to one side and the girls sat together to kiss and giggle. I kept my hands on the wheel, but it was easy to get distracted by them petting in the back. Especially, when Chris’s shirt somehow got pushed above her breasts so Ronda could suck on them.
“Um… We’re a mile from town. Maybe someone should get dressed before people can see her,” I said.
“Oh, damn!” Ronda said. “I was just getting to the good part.”
“You sure were, baby,” Chris answered. Nonetheless, she pulled her bra and shirt into place and straightened her skirt.
We got to the church and I carried the surprise bouquet to the chancel and positioned it in front of the altar where flowers were often placed for Sunday morning.
“What’s the card say?” Ronda asked.
“In honor of Reverend Mother Superior, from Kat, Nate, Naomi, and Deborah,” Chris read. “That is so sweet.”
“Well, that task is done,” I said. “What would you like to do next?”
“Sweet Treats is open,” Ronda said. “How about having ice cream for dinner tonight?”
“That works for me,” I answered.
“And maybe we could visit Attic Allure afterward. I hear you have some cool new photos you might be able to show two horny girls while we undress you,” Chris suggested.
“Want to just skip the ice cream?” I asked as I kissed her.
We giggled as we left and walked up the street to Sweet Treats. Since it was our dinner, we each had a large hot fudge sundae and we all crowded in on one side of the booth. A few minutes after we got there, we heard motorcycles outside and three couples came in. I noted that Leah and her boyfriend were not with them. He’d already reported to basic, having joined up as soon as he was eighteen and dropped out of school. They all ordered and paid for their treats before finding seats. Tony and Patricia slid in on the opposite side of our booth.
“Hey, we don’t see you guys in town nearly often enough,” Chris said.
“We don’t need to hide out of town from the new constable,” Patricia said. “He seems like a decent guy.”
“No trouble with the vandalism after prom?” I asked.
“I tell you, I’ve never been so glad to be trapped in a school with my babe instead of off in a hayloft making love,” Tony said. “We weren’t even on the constable’s list, since we stayed for the after-prom and pretended to be sociable. That was hard without you there. Where’d you head out to?”
“Oh, we went to get our stuff from the car and got to making out,” I said.
“We fell asleep and the doors to the school were locked before we woke up,” Chris added with finality. Ronda didn’t let it go at that.
“So, we went to my house and made love for the rest of the night,” she giggled.
“Your parents…?”
“Were conveniently not home,” she finished.
“Where do you guys go?” Chris whispered. “You know, to…”
“Oh, Tony has a place all fixed up in the loft of Mr. Packard’s barn. He works every Saturday for the privilege of having it, but Saturday night and Sunday, we can just live up there and make love all we want,” Patricia said.
“Lucky!” Ronda said. “If my parents and little brother aren’t gone for the night, the best we’ve got so far is a sleeping bag in the playhouse. Not exactly comfortable.”
“Lay on Nate,” Tony laughed. “I bet he’s a comfortable bed.”
The conversation continued and when we’d finished our sundaes, Tony and the bikers took off while we walked around the block to enter the studio from the back stairs.
I took Ronda and Chris directly to the table where I had photos spread out to examine. They zeroed right in on Lori’s new collection.
“Oh, these are so neat! Has she seen them yet?” Chris asked.
“No. I have a set in an envelope for her and told her I’d come over tomorrow afternoon long enough to deliver them, but I wouldn’t be doing any photoshoots tomorrow because it’s Mother’s Day,” I said.
“Yeah. Wish we could come to church with you to see the expression on your mom’s face. But we need to go to church with our mothers,” Chris said.
They continued to look at the photos I was printing full frame and commenting on them. I asked Chris about the two photos of Lori and she said she’d think of some words, but thought I’d expressed it pretty well.
“We need to make love now,” Chris said. “I hate to sound like such a horny girl, but I just found my lovers and I want more of them.”
“We could… um… do stuff up here, if you want. Maybe we should go up to the fourth floor rather than out here in the open,” I said.
“No,” Ronda said firmly. “Chris, you know better. We all know it would spoil Nate’s work environment if we started mixing sex in it. We can’t expect him to keep it separate when we’re not here if we don’t let him keep it separate when we are here. Let’s go to the playhouse. It’s, like, sixty degrees out. We can keep each other warm at that temperature.”
“You’re right,” Chris said. “I’m sorry, Nate. I was so excited about having a place to make love that I wasn’t thinking about what else it would mean to do it here. Come on, lover. Let’s go to Ronda’s. Are you, um… prepared?”
I tapped my pocket where I’d stuffed the condoms before I picked the girls up to go to town. I’d been properly warned to always be prepared.
“I moved my little supply to the playhouse,” Ronda giggled. “So nice of my parents to make sure we were equipped.”
I turned out the lights and locked up the studio before we took off walking toward Ronda’s house, holding hands and giggling about knowing we were going off to have sex.
“I made an improvement when I was out here this week,” Ronda said as she held the door for us. We bent over and went in. We couldn’t really see anything in the dark, but as soon as Ronda had the door closed, she clicked on her penlight and went over to the play kitchen. Suddenly there was enough light to see by in the room and Ronda stepped aside to show us an electric lantern. “I was going to use an oil lamp, but it would be just our luck that we’d kick the counter, knock it over, and all burn to death in the great Tenbrook Playhouse Fire of 1967.”
“Wow! You already named it!” I said.
“That’s pretty gory,” Chris said. “But if I was going to burn to death, I guess I’d want it to be with you two. They could bury our ashes together here in the back yard.”
“Well, that’s why I decided on a battery-operated lantern instead,” Ronda said. “There’s one more thing we need to do. When I was digging through our camping supplies for the lantern, I found this. I know this isn’t the kind of blowjob you were hoping for, Nate.”
She held out an air mattress. I got it unfolded and sat down to start blowing.
“Do you suppose if I blew his um… cock, it would help him blow up the mattress?” Chris asked.
“We can always try!” Ronda said.
They did try, but it didn’t help me have more breath. How could I even remember to blow in the mattress when Chris and then Ronda took turns with my dick in their mouths. Ultimately, they took turns blowing into the air mattress while we attempted to find out if sucking nipples had any adverse effect on breath control. Turned out that it did have. The mattress might not have been all the way inflated when we sealed it off and spread the sleeping bags on it.
Then, at last, we helped each other out of our clothes until we were all three completely naked again.
“I know that we could do this in the back seat of a car with our panties pulled down and our skirts pulled up,” Ronda said, “but I just love to have my lovers naked with me. I like to look at you and touch you and I’m just so excited to feel our skin against each other.”
“You’ll never find me complaining about that,” I said. “I love to look at both of you and to touch you everywhere.”
Chris didn’t say anything. She had her mouth full of my cock again.
“Don’t be greedy,” Ronda said as she got her face down there, too. We hadn’t really done a lot of oral sex—on me—during our first night together. I’d had blowjobs from Vicki and from Kelly, but having two girls all over my cock at the same time was sensational.
“If you keep that up, I’m going to blow and then we’ll be into all oral for a while,” I said.
They popped off my cock and crawled up beside me as I pulled them in for kisses and petting. I loved having their boobs pressed against me and my hands on their bottoms. It felt so good and so sexy.
“I forget there’s kind of a limited supply of that stuff,” Chris said. “I can come one right after another sometimes. I wish you could, too.”
“Mmm. So do I, lover. I would love to come in you and then just roll right over and come in Ronda. Then come in Ronda again and roll back to come in you again.”
“Rock, paper, scissors,” Chris said. She counted one to three and we all put our fists out. Ronda and I both displayed rock and Chris displayed scissors. “Oops! I lose. Let me just kiss all over the two of you while you make love.”
“Really?” Ronda said breathlessly. “I get to go first? Um… Oh, wow! Better make sure I’m ready while I get a condom on Studly.”
She grabbed one of our condoms and started working it down my wet shaft as Chris took a long lick between Ronda’s legs. Ronda gasped.
“That’s sooo good!”
“Believe me, honey, you are wet. I love to taste you and love you,” Chris said, kissing our girlfriend. “But I love watching Nate put his cock at your pussy and seeing it disappear as you swallow him whole.”
“Yes! Put your cock at my pussy and let me swallow you whole, lover!” Ronda said, pulling me on top of her. Chris rubbed my cock through Ronda’s wetness and I began to sink into Ronda.
“I’ve had my fingers in your pussy and I can’t believe you can take all of Nate inside you,” Chris said as I penetrated. She began fingering Ronda’s clit between us and I started moving in and out of our lover.
“I almost believed I’d dreamed last Saturday,” I said. “It had to be a dream because nothing in the world could possibly feel this good. But it’s not a dream. I’m really in you, and it really feels this good.”
“It does!” Ronda pulled Chris’s hand out from between us and licked at her fingers. “Push in all the way and hold it, Nate. Come lay on top of me for a few seconds with your cock all the way up inside me. Do you feel it? Feel the bone against your bone? Remember I said I imagined our pubic bones pressed against each other and the only way that could happen was if you were in me. I feel you in me. I feel your weight on me. And I just want to scream out that this boy is my lover! This guy I never thought I could ever be interested in has his penis in my vagina and I love it!”
She pushed me up enough that she could breathe again and we began rocking back and forth as I slid in and out of her incredibly tight and hot pussy. The three of us kissed as Ronda and I moved upward. I had a hand on Chris’s butt and found that I’d slid around far enough that I could finger her wet pussy at the same time Ronda and I were fucking.
After the blow job and the sensual touches, I didn’t last all that long. I moaned out my orgasm as I pushed as deep into her as I could.
“Oh yes!” Ronda cried out. “I could feel every pulse of you shooting in my pussy. Oh, that felt good.”
“But… you didn’t…”
“That’s okay. Maybe Chris would give a girlfriend a little boost,” Ronda said.
I slowly withdrew as I softened and Chris gladly took my place between Ronda’s legs. I kissed and caressed Ronda as she mounted to a climax she shouted into my mouth.
A couple of minutes later, Ronda was returning the favor to Chris as I kissed and sucked on whatever nipple was closest. Chris loved being the center of attention. As Ronda licked, I felt her hand on my cock, and soon I was hard again. I reached for a condom and when I was fully dressed, I slipped between Ronda and Chris and slid home. Chris was every bit as hot and wet as Ronda had been. I was good for a little longer this time, in spite of being overwhelmed by the second pussy of the evening wrapping my cock. Chris made the peak before I did. I followed before she was on the downslope and we kissed until we ran out of breath.
We tossed one of the sleeping bags over the top of us and cuddled close just to hold each other and whisper our love to each other. I think I liked just being naked and holding them as much as I liked actually making love. Maybe. Almost.
“We need to go out with just two of us at a time,” Ronda whispered. “We should find out what it’s like to just love one other person for a while. I know that sounds greedy, but I’d like to know what it’s like to give Nate a blowjob and have him come in my mouth. And then still have him able to make love. I’d like to try licking Chris while she’s licking me. You get what I’m saying?”
“Yeah. I think so. Sometimes I think that being with both of you is so overwhelming it will just blow my mind,” I said. “But I wonder if I’d always be missing the other when I was out with just one.”
“Well, we’re young and have a lot of time to get it together. I mean, we’re just seventeen. I don’t like to sound like our parents, but we really don’t have much experience to know what we want in life,” Chris said. “Maybe that means Nate should go out with other girls some more, too. I wish there was any other guy in our class I’d consider going out with. I think there are a few really good guys like Nate, but they have girlfriends and I wouldn’t even think about going out with them.”
“You almost sound like you want someone else,” Ronda said. “Do you, honey?”
“No. That’s not what I mean. I don’t think anyway. Don’t you ever fantasize about someone else, though? I mean, before the three of us started getting serious, I had fantasies about a whole bunch of guys. I thought if I could just tape their mouths shut, they might be fun to have sex with,” Chris laughed.
“You must have had some fantasies about girls since you got to Tenbrook, Nate. Whose pussy have you imagined your cock slipping into?” Ronda asked.
“Um… Really? Pretty much every girl in our class. I… uh… have a collection of private photos I’ve taken this year, though, that are inspirational material. Pretty much every girl I’ve ever seen naked or partly naked.”
“Let me see. That has to include Patricia, Judy, Janice, and me,” Chris said. “Oh, wait! Pris and Debbie? Yeah. Does Nate have a naked picture of you, Ronda?”
“Um… You don’t, do you?”
“No, honey. I’ve never taken a picture of you naked.”
“Do you… want to?” she squeaked.
“Every picture of a naked girl has been a gift from that girl, not something I would ever ask for or expect from anyone. I never want a picture of someone who doesn’t really want me to have one.”
“I love you,” she said kissing me. “You can look at me naked anytime. I just don’t want pictures of me floating around.”
“You mean like Lori, Pam, and Avery?” Chris laughed.
“Yeah. Do you fantasize about them, Nate?” Ronda asked.
“It’s hard not to fantasize about Lori and Pam,” I said. “They generally make a point of teasing me while they’re posing. Lori’s invited me to fuck her almost every time she’s seen her pictures. Pam went so far as to make sure I got a good view of her pussy while she was suggesting what a good time we could have after the prom if I went with her.”
“And Avery?”
“Avery is kind of in a different class. It’s not that I can’t imagine myself making love to her, but she’s a whole different type of girl. Please don’t tell anyone this. You know the picture of her under the streetlight?”
“So perfect. I can just hear what my parents would say about me having a picture of a naked girl hanging on my wall. Otherwise, I’d be begging you for a copy,” Chris sighed.
“Even my mom has approved having a copy hanging in our living room,” I laughed. “Anyway, that night was pretty cold—just above freezing, really. And the pavement was slippery. Avery parked her car just around the corner and I carried her to the pool of light, then rushed to the camera to take twelve pictures. I picked her up and deposited her back in her car with the heater going while I changed film.”
“Naked?”
“Yes. Her, not me.”
“You might be the only boy who has ever had her naked body in your arms,” Ronda said. “She’s definitely hetero, but single-minded about not being interested in any boy in our school—or probably the whole county.”
“Well, the second set we took was going okay and we both knew she wouldn’t be good for another set. It was just too cold. Just as I was ready to snap the last picture, a truck came barreling up the street and caught her in its headlights. Artistically, it was perfect. But Avery was so startled about being caught naked in the street by a stranger, she started to run back to the car and slipped and fell.”
“Oh, no!”
“I ran to her and scooped her up, turning away from the street to keep her from being seen by the trucker. I carried her back to her car and managed to slide her into her seat in the warm car. But Avery didn’t let go of me. She pulled me close to her and kissed me. She even pulled my hand to her bare breast and encouraged me to pet it.”
“But the rules!”
“She said this wasn’t part of the photoshoot, not in the studio, and not a date. It was simply a reward for the hero who saved her from her fall and sheltered her from the headlights. And… um… wow! She definitely felt as good as she looks. I have to say she fueled a ton of fantasies. But in a way, they were like a fantasy of having Annette Funicello. You know? A fantasy you recognize as simply being an impossibility, but still inspiring.”
“Well, from my viewpoint, if you get the opportunity—with either Avery or Annette—take it!” Ronda said. “I can pretty much guarantee I would.”
We lay there kissing and fondling a little longer but the temperature had dropped from sixty to closer to fifty and without actively making love, it was getting pretty chilly in the playhouse. We reluctantly pulled our clothes together with farewell kisses and touches. Then we rolled up the sleeping bags and I gathered the spent condoms. We checked to make sure we hadn’t left anything and went home.
Mom loved the flowers and took a minute out of her sermon to tell everyone how important her experience as a mother had been and how much she loved her four children. It was really special.
About two o’clock, I went to the studio and was there when Lori arrived to look at her new set of photos. She cried. I held her and she just buried her face against my shoulder and bawled her eyes out.
“My contract and release…” she whimpered, “…I know they say just one photo from a series. You can’t keep just giving me whole sets of pictures. I need to pay you for them.”
“No,” I said firmly. “We have a special new agreement that says I’ll prepare a portfolio for you. You need to go out and find a nice presentation folio to display them in. And it better be able to accommodate a bunch of photos, because we already have around twenty and I expect to get at least that many more.”
“Oh, Nate. I know you have girlfriends and I know I always offer to fuck you. And maybe it means something different than when your girlfriends say it, but I love you. Thank you for taking such good care of me.”
I couldn’t remember the last time Lori came to the studio and didn’t get naked as quickly as she could. But I’d been firm about her not staying for photos today.
On a whim, I went through proof sheets starting when I first came to Tenbrook. I selected a couple dozen images to test at full frame. I was learning a lot from my successes and wanted to check out a few of my failures as well. This would definitely keep me busy through finals this week.
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