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“Sarah” by Chris Curtis, ID169105805 licensed from Shutterstock.com
THE LAST WEEK OF SCHOOL STARTED. I didn’t see Lori at school. Or Pam, or Avery, or any senior for that matter. They had senior stuff to do, which I understood included a floating party that went on all week. The rest of us had classes and final exams. Monday was pretty much a review day. Final speeches started. Mine was on the first day and I gave my five-minute speech on the “Case against the War in Vietnam.” I think I did okay.
We’d have our biology written test on Tuesday and the lab final on Thursday. English and US History were both on Wednesday. My Spanish final was on Thursday. And Algebra II would be my celebration of freedom on Friday. As far as PE went, Mr. Franks sent us all to the gym to play basketball. Those who didn’t want to play sat in the bleachers and played cards.
Every day, I was reviewing for some test the next day. Ronda and Chris and I went to my house on Monday after school and Chris’s house on Tuesday. We all had Biology, English, and US History. From there on, though, we had different classes. I wasn’t taking any home ec or business classes.
I went to the studio for a while on Wednesday after school and printed some of the images I’d selected Sunday. I was also trying to come up with some good ideas for my client who was coming on Sunday. At least school would be out and I wouldn’t need to worry about working late if I needed to. Chris was going to help me, thank goodness. I figured we’d start with some basic portrait and allure poses and then see where the model, Sarah, wanted to take it from there. But just in case, I mapped out what I thought a director might want to see in a portfolio.
Finally, Friday came and I flashed through the Algebra exam and relaxed. Not that I’m a great whiz at Algebra, but I figured if I couldn’t reason out the answer, I’d just get the problem wrong anyway. It was mostly just logic and eliminating possibilities.
We had an end-of-year recognition ceremony, which mostly included the awarding of attendance certificates, naming of the honor roll, and special honors for speech contests, DAR essay award, student exchange recognition, and the FHA, FFA, FTA, FNA and whatever society awards. I took pictures, of course. I’d be doing more of that with Anna on Saturday afternoon at commencement.
Then school was out for the summer. I walked Chris and Ronda home and kissed them soundly, right out in broad daylight.
“You two have fun tonight. I’ll just be sitting home alone watching TV,” Ronda said dramatically.
“Are you sure we should be just doing couple dates?” I asked.
“Don’t be silly! Of course, I’m sure. And next weekend, you’ll have me all to yourself.”
“And tomorrow night, I’ll have you,” Chris said, kissing Ronda again.
“Oh, yeah!”
“And I’ll just sit at home watching TV,” I said trying to sound melodramatic.
“Don’t be ridiculous. Tomorrow, you have Anna,” Chris said.
“Yeah. We have to take pictures of commencement.”
“Enjoy the time with her. I know you still like each other. Take her out for a burger after commencement. Enjoy your time,” Ronda said. Chris agreed. Well, I hadn’t made any arrangements like that, but I was pretty sure I could have the car Saturday night, so I’d ask her when I saw her and see if she wanted to go for a burger. It could be fun.
I got to Christine’s house just as her parents were pulling away. I went to the door to get her and she called that she’d be right there. I just waited until the door opened. Chris looked around, then kissed me and shoved a blanket and pillow into my arms.
“Put this in your car. I’ll be right there,” she said.
I glanced around to see if anyone was in sight and rushed to the station wagon. I opened the back door and put the back seat down, then put the blanket and pillow in the back. Chris caught up with me and I kissed her again as I opened her door.
I got in and started the car.
“Where were your parents headed?”
“They were taking Julie and Brian to see The Monkey’s Uncle, in Huntertown. I told them we didn’t plan to go to the movie tonight and they discreetly ‘reminded’ me that I wasn’t to have company in the house when they aren’t home. So, where are we going?”
“Well, not to see The Monkey’s Uncle. Want to go to Dubuque? We can find something to do, even if it’s only for dinner.”
“Yeah. Let’s do that and then we can just find a nice dark place where we can park and make love. I didn’t want to have sex in the back seat, but with the seat down and a blanket and a pillow, it’s more like a bed than the back seat.”
“I’m a hundred percent in favor of that,” I said. “I love you, Chris. Are you sure you want to do that with just me?”
“Oh, yeah. I’m going to really like having all your attention for the night. And believe me, I’m looking forward just as much to eating our girlfriend for dinner tomorrow night. And her tongue! I’d honestly never even considered having a boy do that to me, let alone a girl. Now I’m hooked!”
We drove into Dubuque with Christine sitting close to me as we recapped all that had happened at school the past week and how we thought our finals had gone. Then we talked about the shoot Sunday and guessed about what the woman would be like who was my client. I wasn’t getting a fee for the sitting because this woman would be a model with a full release signed. I’d get paid for the photos we selected for her portfolio. And hopefully there would be something in the set that I could use for competition or to submit to a magazine.
After dinner we headed back toward Tenbrook and I thought about the various locations. I had a feeling the Hanratty farm might be heavily occupied by seniors tonight. It would probably be good later in the summer, but not tonight. The ferry landing always had some amount of traffic in and out of it. I decided the golf course would be the best choice for a little private time together. We got there about ten and there was no sign that anyone had been there since the last time I was.
Chris and I climbed into the back of the wagon and spread out the blanket. Then we kicked off our shoes and started making out. There is a really big difference between making out while sitting upright and making out while lying down. I don’t know, but I think the body simply understood that kissing wasn’t going to be all we did. And Chris and I encouraged our bodies to that line of thinking, as we undid buttons and zippers to let clothes be pushed aside, if not discarded entirely.
“The blanket is nice, but it could still be uncomfortable lying on your back here,” I said. “Why don’t you let me lie back and you get on top like the first time we made love?”
“I’m okay with that, but tell me if it gets too uncomfortable, okay?”
“Okay.” As if I would ever complain about discomfort when my cock was buried in Christine’s pussy and she was pushing toward an orgasm. The biggest problem we had was when she tried to sit up, she hit her head on the roof of the car.
“Ow! Oops!” she laughed. “Maybe you could sort of put your hands on my chest to support me a little?”
“Oh, yeah. I like having my hands on your chest. This is really no hardship at all,” I said.
“Nate, I really love you. My clit is rubbing right against your hair and pubic bone. If I don’t come soon, it will be too sore to continue.”
“Let’s try something different, then,” I suggested.
“I don’t think there is room for you to get behind me, and I don’t think I can turn around and get on you the other direction. Would you, um… be okay licking me?”
“Chris, I would love to lick you to an orgasm. Please just turn around and let me reach your pussy with my tongue.”
“Oh, yeah. Oh, look! This puts me right where I have your cock in front of my face. Let me get this nasty piece of rubber off it so I can taste you like you’re tasting me.”
I liked this arrangement a lot and paused to simply appreciate the feeling of Chris’s mouth wrapping around the head of my dick and sliding down it.
“Oh, Chris! You can’t imagine how good that feels,” I said.
“If it feels as good as you licking me, I’m really glad to be able to give this to you. Um… let me know before you come, okay? I want to be prepared.”
I nodded my head, but with my tongue on her clit and my nose sliding between her pussy hole and her asshole, I wasn’t sure she understood. With both our mouths full, it was hard to talk to each other and we focused on fucking each other’s mouth.
I had one hand on Chris’s butt, just petting and squeezing her. The other hand was doing double duty on her breasts. I sort of wished she was facing me so I could kiss her, but my tongue was pretty busy. And she kept producing more and more of the magic fluid that made her pussy slippery. I dragged some of it up with my finger to press against her asshole. Her actions became more frantic and she popped off my cock.
“I’m going… to come… Oh! Fuck my pussy with your tongue and my butt with your finger. I can’t believe… I’m going… Oh, God!”
Chris smashed her pussy against my mouth and I drank as much of her fluid as I could. I realized my finger had sunk past the first knuckle in her backside. I slowed up the licking a little to let her recover a bit and then she put her mouth back on my cock.
“Ease up a little, lover,” she said. “Let me get you off before you go back to work on my clitty. Are you close?”
“Yes. Really close.”
“Then just relax and enjoy the climax!”
I did and Chris went back to vigorously sucking and fucking my cock with her mouth. I still enjoyed bathing my face in her juices and exploring her pussy with my tongue. The inevitable was coming fast, though, and I tapped her arm.
“Going… Now!” I gasped.
A split second later, I started coming in Chris’s mouth as she held my cock head in her mouth and swallowed my come. When I was spent, she continued to hold me in her mouth, lightly sucking and sliding on me. Kelly had pulled off almost as soon as I’d come when we did this. I loved that Chris just continued to make love to my cock. I started licking at her some more and Chris was quick to come to a second orgasm, this time cramming as much of my slightly softened cock as she could into her mouth.
And Christine didn’t stop there. She just kept nursing my cock as I gazed into her pussy. I once again gasped out that I was coming and she did even more to extend and nurse the come out of my cock. This time my cock began its retreat and Chris popped up.
“Um… You could take your finger out of my bottom now, so I can turn around and hug you.” I hadn’t realized I still had a finger in her and slowly pulled it out as she sighed. “I really didn’t expect to like that so much,” she said as she shuffled around. I dug in a pocket for a handkerchief and wiped my finger. I couldn’t really tell if I had anything on it. I kept that hand away from our faces as I held my girl and we kissed.
“That was so intense, Christine. Thank you!”
“You are different licking my pussy than Ronda is. I liked it a lot. Too bad we didn’t finish fucking, though. I liked that a lot, too.”
“Well, one thing is good now. The temperatures are going up. We should be able to find some nice places outside in the country where we can make love and not be so cramped.”
“We should start scouting for places.”
“It’s after midnight. I suppose for tonight we should start pulling ourselves together and head home,” I said after another long delicious kiss.
“It would be so wonderful to spend the night cuddled up with you naked like this. I love you.”
I surprised Mom with how early I was up Saturday morning. Long before ten.
“I have a lot to do today with commencement and getting the studio ready for my sitting tomorrow,” I explained. “I need to get the laundry done right away.”
“You might as well eat some breakfast and go to the studio first. Your father has the car. He has a job interview in Huntertown. This could be very good for him.”
I blanched. Chris and I had carefully folded the blanket and put the pillow on it in the back of the station wagon. We made sure we found the condom wrapper and used condom, and we put the seat up. But I intended to take the blanket and pillow to the studio when I did laundry this morning. If Dad saw it…
Oh, well. Life could end in worse ways than being killed because of a double-header blowjob and an hour of licking Christine’s pussy. I’d have to live with the consequences. I grabbed a bowl of cereal and an apple and headed to the studio.
I got to the studio and started by rolling up all the backdrops and mopping the floor. I checked both bathrooms and even cleaned the toilets again. I made sure there were fresh towels and that all the feminine products were arranged nicely beside the sink. I checked the dressing rooms and spotted a pair of Lori’s panties that she had apparently left here the last time we had a photoshoot. I was sure this was the pair I’d seen her taking off. They didn’t really cover her whole butt. I stuffed them in a pocket, intending to wash them with the laundry later on.
Yes, I took a little sniff, but it had been almost two weeks since we did that shoot.
By then it was almost noon and I headed home to get the laundry. The car was back. I didn’t see any sign of Dad around, so I loaded up the laundry and went to get things washed. When it was dry, I carefully found the pair of Lori’s panties and headed to the studio, where I took the panties, the blanket, and the pillow to the attic for storage. As I put the blanket and pillow in a corner, a package slipped out from between them. I looked at the familiar design. I knew it wasn’t my package of condoms, because these were unopened. My dad? It was the only answer.
I headed home to do the ironing.
I needed to scramble to get ready to go to the school for commencement. Anna was waiting and wanted me to get some shots in the classrooms where the seniors were getting their caps and gowns on. She directed me and took notes on what I was shooting. Several grads wanted pictures with friends in their caps and gowns and I assured them I’d leave a proof sheet with Miss Sullivan so they could choose photos anytime next week. I was going to try to get the film processed yet that night, but printing the proofs would probably wait until Monday morning.
Then I followed Anna’s direction regarding where to stand as the grads entered the gym amidst their standing parents, friends, and siblings. Every grad had a grin a mile wide as they entered and took their seats. I got photos of the commencement speaker, the principal, the class sponsor, and valedictorian. Then the obligatory photo of the changing of the tassel from right to left.
We hung around and just circulated in the gym and outside, taking pictures of the grads and their families until Anna tapped me on the shoulder and said that was enough.
“As long as you had film in the camera, I think you took enough pictures to wallpaper the school,” she said.
“Film? Oh, my gosh! I forgot the film!” I cried.
Anna looked at me in horror but I couldn’t keep a straight face and we both busted up laughing.
“Hey, it’s only eight,” I said. “Want to go to Huntertown for a burger?”
“Really? I mean… Is it okay with Chris and Ronda?” she asked.
“Yeah. They’re out together tonight doing who knows what. Boys aren’t allowed. They even suggested that I ask you out for a burger after the commencement,” I said.
“Is that why you asked me?”
I realized at once that it sounded like I was only asking her because they said to.
“No! I’d really like to spend a little time with you. We’ve been through a heck of a year and we shared a lot of it together. It’s summer and school’s out. Let’s go kick back and enjoy ourselves for the rest of the evening.”
“Okay,” she said, dropping her eyes and biting her lip. I held out my hand to her and she took it as we headed for the car.
Once we were in the car, she slid immediately to the middle of the seat.
“If we’re going out together, I’m going to sit right next to one of the nicest guys I know,” she said.
“I’m glad you brought him along on our date,” I laughed. She just leaned her head on my shoulder as we went into Huntertown and stopped at Gerties for a burger.
We talked about all the photos we worked on together and how cool the yearbook would be this year.
“Don’t forget we aren’t done yet,” she said. “We have meetings with the yearbook staff Monday and Tuesday afternoons.”
“Yeah. I’m going to encourage them to postpone the Tuesday meeting until Thursday so I have time to print the photos they select. Otherwise, we’ll need to come back again to get them in the layout.”
“That’s a good idea.”
It was only about ten-thirty when we headed back to Tenbrook to take Anna home. I guess that was early, but I really didn’t have an excuse to keep her out later. We couldn’t exactly go parking. Our relationship was never like that.
I pulled up and went around to walk her to the door like always, holding her hand. I wasn’t expecting anything else but to say goodnight.
“Um… I kind of know now why my church made such a big deal about not kissing and stuff until we found the one we wanted to marry,” she said as she kept hold of my hand. “It kind of makes you want to do other stuff, you know? I’ve dreamed about the little kiss we had several times.”
“I understand,” I said. “Anna, I respect your beliefs and won’t try to push you away from them.”
“Well, I already had that first kiss. You know, my first kiss ever?” she said. “I know we aren’t boyfriend and girlfriend any longer, I’m not suggesting otherwise. But would you, maybe, kiss me again?”
I looked into her eyes and saw something akin to longing there. I put my arms around her and she closed her eyes as I pulled her to me for a kiss. I figured it was just a nice kiss between two good friends, but somehow, I let my tongue slip out enough to touch her lips. She caught her breath but didn’t pull away. Instead, her lips parted and her tongue just touched mine. We let them slide around each other with just the tips touching and not trying to invade the other’s mouth. Then she pulled away and took a deep breath.
“Yeah. It makes a girl want to do all kinds of things she shouldn’t,” she sighed. “’Night, Nate.” She opened the door and slipped inside.
Well, it made a guy want to do all kinds of things, too.
I went to the studio and processed the film and kept forgetting what I was doing as I relived that very sweet kiss with my first girlfriend. I decided I’d better not try to do anything else tonight. I went home and went to bed. I wasn’t going to, but I just sort of stroked myself a little as I was remembering holding her in my arms.
It was a very satisfying release.
I got to the studio as quickly as I could after lunch Sunday. Sarah Fox was scheduled at one o’clock, and for once, my family didn’t try to detain me. I barely swallowed my food and took off. Chris arrived a few minutes after I got there, while I was setting up my camera. I greeted her with a big kiss and we asked each other how our night went.
“There’s a big difference between licking a pussy while my pussy is being licked and trying to swallow a big old cock while my pussy is being licked,” she giggled. “They’re both pretty distracting, though. Did you do any pussy licking last night?” I squeezed her to me and kissed her again.
“You know better than that. I went out with Anna. If it had been Vicki, you might have caught me. But Anna and I just talked mostly. She did want a goodnight kiss, though. That surprised me. You know that all the time we were going together, we never kissed? But after the music awards she apologized for the way she broke up with me—not for breaking up, just for the way—and then gave me a very sweet kiss. Last night, she said she understood why her church discouraged kissing anyone you didn’t intend to marry, because it made a girl want to do other things. Then she asked me to kiss her again. It was… um… not passionate, but very intense. She muttered something about ‘all kinds of things she shouldn’t do,’ and then went inside.”
“Wow! I’d be okay with you making love to her sometime, but I don’t think she could take it. I don’t mean your cock. I mean the emotional impact it would have on her,” Christine said.
“I agree.”
“Speaking of Vicki, though, that’s another matter entirely. You know that this week she found Ronda and me together and asked if she could please have one more date with you? She promised she wouldn’t bug us anymore after that, but she really wanted one more time with you,” Chris said.
“I assume you just told her no,” I said.
“No. We told her one more time would be okay, but she shouldn’t get addicted to you because you were definitely taken. You should give her a call in a couple of weeks.”
“Really?” I moaned.
“Don’t forget, you got your first taste of pussy from her. I don’t mind you getting another taste. Maybe you’ll learn something new to do to me!”
We finished getting ready and a couple of minutes before one o’clock, there was a knock on the studio door.
“Is this Attic Allure?” the bleach blonde at the door asked. Don’t ask me how I knew it was bleached, but it looked like she’d just had it renewed professionally. There wasn’t a color shift of any sort all the way to her scalp.
“Hi and welcome,” I said. “You must be Sarah. Come on in. I’m Nate Hart and this is Attic Allure.”
“When I saw the stairs up the back, I wasn’t sure, so I left most of my stuff in the car. I mean it did look like what Mr. Mayer said it would, but I just wasn’t sure.”
“Do you need help bringing anything up? There’s a dressing room just over there.”
“Okay. I’ll set my makeup kit down and go get my clothes.”
“I’ll help,” Christine said.
“This is my assistant, Chris,” I said. “She’ll be helping with all kinds of things today. Including, I guess, getting your clothes from the car.”
“Thanks, Chris. I’m Sarah.” They headed out the door to the car parked below.
When they returned, Sarah put her things in the dressing room while Chris came to me and whispered in my ear.
“It’s a Lincoln Continental and it smells brand new!” she said.
“I understand there’s money in her family,” I said. “Let’s let that go. Here she comes.”
“So, um… what do we do next?” she asked. “I knew the photographer was young, but I didn’t expect quite this young. Are you even out of high school?”
“Nope,” I said. “I just have a good touch on the camera and I love taking pictures of pretty women.”
She looked at me, a little startled, and then looked at Chris. Chris had chosen a nice conservative look today that included tailored slacks and a form-fitting blouse. You could certainly tell her figure was superb.
“Please, come and take a look at my gallery and you’ll see what I mean.” She joined me at the gallery wall and I described a few of the photos. The pictures I’d exhibited at the fairs last summer had their ribbons displayed with them. “You may have seen the portfolio pictures my… er… Mr. Mayer had, but I’m always updating the gallery with things he hasn’t seen yet.”
“My father saw the portfolio, handed me a release, and told me to come here to get my portfolio. I never saw your pictures. These are impressive. Can you do this for me?” She spent a long time looking at Lori’s pictures, both the clothed and nudes.
“The model you are looking at is one I’m putting together a portfolio for. I’m confident we can get a very respectable portfolio for you in one afternoon. Lori’s has come together through a number of different sittings.”
“After I see the first batch, I’ll decide on whether to come back for another,” she said. I nodded. “Where do we start?”
“The basic ingredients of any portfolio are a head-shot, a mid-shot, and a full length shot. I prefer to capture them in multiple costumes, so I hope you brought along a good wardrobe. I like to show the full length shot in something formal. Chris will help you if you need to change your hair or makeup for a specific outfit. These three shots times about three different options for expressions and costumes, will be the core of your portfolio. You’ll change them out, depending on what type of modeling or acting gig you’re attempting to get. And consider this: You are here on a modeling gig. According to your release, I’ll be able to use any of the shots I take of you for display in my gallery or even for submission to a magazine. I want you to get great roles and become famous so I can sell some of your photos. That’s why there is no charge for the session.”
“I get it.”
“First, I need to verify one thing. You said you never saw my work and your father told you to come here. Are you here of your own free will and do you want me to take your pictures?”
“Wow! Um… Yes. It’s not like I’m being coerced. I need a portfolio and my father said he’d pay for all the images for it if I came here for you to do the photos. I think that counts as being here of my own free will,” she said.
“Good. Let’s get started with a couple of classic head shots, including a close-up. When you put together your portfolio, you’ll want a folio in which you can put images up to ten by ten. Looking at your coloring and makeup, I’m going to put you against a red backdrop first. If you need to refresh yourself or your makeup, you’ve been introduced to the dressing room already. Restrooms are just opposite. It will take me about five minutes to set the backdrop and lights.”
I didn’t wait to see what she would do. She watched me for a minute and then turned and headed toward the restroom.
“If you need any help, let me know,” Chris said. “I’ll check you over when you come out to make sure we don’t have any unwanted smudges or fly-away hair when you sit.”
“Thank you,” Sarah said. She went into the restroom.
“Do you think you scared her enough?” Chris whispered to me. “The poor girl suddenly has the weight of her entire career resting on her shoulders for the next two hours. Or more.”
“I’ll lighten up. I wanted her to understand that I’m the photographer, not a horny high schooler trying to get her naked.”
“She might want that, too. Don’t worry, though. If you get really horny, I’ll take care of you after she leaves.”
I set the stool and the lights and a minute later, Sarah rejoined us. She took her place on the stool I indicated and faced the camera directly. She had beautifully sculpted features and let a lock or two of hair fall down across her face.
“This is good,” Chris said, walking around her and adjusting Sarah’s posture and look. She arranged a couple of locks of hair so they didn’t completely hide an eye. Then she stepped back to me.
“Okay, let’s start with your most winning smile. Be natural and relaxed,” I said. She did have a beautiful smile and a face to match. Incredibly beautiful. “Keep your lips apart, but give me something a little more serious,” I said. I liked what I saw and took a shot but Chris interrupted.
“Your makeup is perfect and your teeth are stunning. I’d like to see your perfect manicure in this, as well. Bring up your right hand and just touch your lower lip lightly. Finger more horizontal than vertical. Don’t press on your lip. Keep that beautiful shape the way it is.”
“Hold it.” I snapped a picture and then moved the camera for a real closeup. “Same position. Look right here at my eyes. What were you thinking when you first saw me and were surprised at how young I was? That’s it. Right there.” I snapped the photo again and we moved to another pose.
Chris and I worked well together. She saw things I was sure were a result of looking at teen fashion magazines. I decided I needed to spend a lot of time in the library this summer, looking at those same magazines.
Sarah changed clothes. I moved back a touch for a head and shoulders shot. We took profiles and three-quarter shots. Chris darted in to adjust hair slightly, and sometimes called out an instruction. We moved on to mid-shots from waist up and each shot required at least one change of clothes.
Her formal gown was terrific. It marked a turning point in the poses we were creating. It was bright red, so I immediately switched to the light blue backdrop and pulled it out so she could stand on it. The front of the gown molded to her breasts and was held in place by the long sleeves. It was completely off the shoulder and fit her like a second skin down to about mid-thigh. There it flared out and she actually picked up one edge to hold it from dragging on the floor.
Then she turned. The dress was backless, all the way down to her butt crack. In fact, it was stitched together with a seam that ran straight down the crack, pulling the fabric in until it flared out below her cheeks. To my young and relatively inexperienced eye, I couldn’t see any possible way she could be wearing underwear and not have it show.
“That is stellar,” I said. “Let’s adjust the lights a bit and start with the front view. This dress really shows your figure.”
“It was tailored for me by an internationally known designer. It’s the only one of its kind.”
“As are you,” I said.
I got the lighting the way I wanted it and started taking pictures. I switched between shots to add a red filter, which would turn the dress almost black, but would hold the shadows and contours intact. In fact, when I put the red filter across my lens, I could clearly see the outline of her nipples through my lens, confirming that at least there was no undergarment on top—even sewn in.
I had her turn around and got beautiful pictures of her incredible backside.
“Think of yourself as a model on a Paris runway,” Chris suggested. “Put one foot in front of the other as if you were walking. Move it further across the centerline. That’s the way they get that incredibly sexy walk. There!”
I appreciated Chris’s eye on that one. It did, indeed, look like she was in motion and her butt was just bouncing.
“I think we are ready to start with some less standard work and do some Attic Allure photos. These will be a little more daring. We’ll use some props, and I think we’ll use an abstract background.”
Chris and I went to get the background that I wanted set on the stand and I pulled it down. It had a subtle abstract pattern that I loved but couldn’t imagine how I’d use it until I saw Sarah’s most recent pose. The backdrop was mostly black, but it had a definite horizon line that was about waist high. The abstract was done in various shades and tints of blue. It might have been water in the foreground with a starry night sky above, or it might have been a reflection of clouds. It didn’t scream about it, either way.
I had Chris help me move the black muslin backdrop behind the drop and pull it out under the backdrop so it looked like the black continued onto the floor for her to stand on.
“You have one of Jerry’s backdrops!” Sarah said.
“I don’t know the name of the painter,” I said. “I wish I did. I’m told he was an old vaudeville scene painter who worked for a little theatre in Lincoln Park.”
“Jerry Carson. How did you get the drop? I performed ‘An Ode to Amelia Earhart’ in front of that drop.”
“A supplier in Chicago was paid to clear out the props and backdrops when the theatre went out of business. I have quite a few props as well.”
“That picture of the woman among falling bodies. He painted that brick wall, but the silhouettes weren’t in it. We used those for a dance improv. They were supposed to be dancing, not falling from the sky,” she laughed.
“Well, if you have any contact information, I’d like to give him credit whenever I display one of the backdrops,” I said. “Now, what would you like to wear for this piece?”
“How about one of those artistic poses?” she asked. “Like this.”
I moved the camera into position for a mid-shot from the waist up. She began to pull her left arm out of the sleeve of her dress. She worked slowly. I’m not sure she could have rushed this process. I had plenty of time to get pictures at different stages with different expressions on her face. In a couple of minutes, she’d withdrawn her arm from the sleeve and turned her head to look at me with a mischievous glint in her eye. Then she let the sleeve fall and it pulled the left side of the dress down with it, exposing one perfectly shaped and fairly large boob. I got a shot and then quickly moved a light to get more backlight on her, then took the picture again. She continued simply pulling off the other sleeve and eventually standing topless in front of me.
For the formal shot, she’d pinned her hair up, but now that she was topless in front of this backdrop that she knew, she reached up and let her hair tumble loose from its pins. Chris was on the spot to take the hair pins as Sarah continued her slow stripping away of the formal gown. She turned slightly away from me and the fabric stretched as she pushed it down over her hips and butt. What was revealed lived up to the advertising. She was stunning.
“This is what you meant about the Attic Allure photos, isn’t it?” she asked.
“That’s a good place to start, but we need to create something completely unique that will just scream that you are something special. More special, I mean than simply having a delectable body.”
“Oh, thank you.”
“Chris, give me a hand with a couple of cubes. We need something for Sarah to recline on. No. Let’s use the fainting couch. I have some deep blue fabric we can drape on it.”
We quickly grabbed the couch and moved it into position. Before Sarah could sit on it, I whipped out the deep blue fabric and spread it over the top, almost disguising the shape of the couch.
“Chris, we need the hourglass from the props shelf upstairs,” I said. She took off at a run. “Now, Sarah, I’d like you to position yourself with your left arm supporting yourself on the balustrade. Curl your feet under you. I’m going to get a bit of fabric to drape you in. I think pale blue to keep with the theme.”
“Drape me? You don’t actually want to take pictures of my bare tits and ass?” she asked.
“Oh, don’t get me wrong,” I laughed. “I love your bare tits and ass, and I want many pictures of them. But I also want pictures that show a level of artistry beyond perfect bare tits.”
“You think they’re perfect?”
“Don’t you?”
“Well…”
“Here’s the thing. You might get into a situation where you want the hiring agent or casting director to gaze upon a picture of your bare breasts and hire you for his next skin flick. I have nothing against that. You go for the jobs you want and no one here is going to judge you for it. But you might also want to show pictures to the director that suggest what you’ve got and what you’d be willing to do without actually showing everything. That’s what we’re going to do with the drapes,” I explained. Chris was back with the hourglass.
“What do you want me to do with that?” Sarah asked.
“Nothing. It’s merely going to sit here next to you. An object of interest that will make the viewer curious about what it’s for and if there’s a deep meaning to you showing off your perfect tits before time runs out. Something they desperately want to avoid happening to themselves. Women who see your photo will think, ‘I should do that.’ Let’s just drape this over your hips and under your arm so it blocks the nipple that every man will be trying to blow the fabric away from so they can see.”
I got the drape in place and went to look through the lens. Chris knelt beside me and cocked her head, then held up a finger for me to wait. She went to Sarah and adjusted the fabric a little higher on her leg and pulled it so it hung down just a little in front of her and was behind the hourglass. I nodded.
“Oh, woman of mystery. I just entered the room and found you lounging in nothing but your little drape. What is the expression on your face? Are you shocked that I dare look at you? Are you attempting to entice me to your embrace? Do you consider me a servant who should be bringing you wine and cheese?”
Each time her expression changed, I took another picture. It was exquisite.
“How do you get these ideas?” Sarah asked.
“Mmm. Reading. Looking at other pictures. Artwork,” I said. “Have you been to the Art Institute? Paintings by some of the great masters, Cezanne, Fragonard, Delacroix, and others, all show their nude models with some form of drapery. I think the master I’m emulating here wasn’t a permanent exhibition. It was only at the Institute for a month or so a couple of years ago. A Parisian artist named Lev Tchistovsky.”
“Sounds Russian.”
“I think he is, but lives in Paris. He specializes in painting ultra-realistic female nudes, all at various levels of being draped—or undraped. Incredibly erotic images.”
“What else can we do?” she asked. It sounded like she was getting excited about her photos for the first time.
We worked until nearly six o’clock. Sometimes she dressed and sometimes she undressed. She loved that I had so many old props from the theatre, and knew the story of many of them, though she’d only been active with the theatre for two years.
Finally, I said, “Enough. That’s all any of us can do for today.”
“What’s next, then?” she asked.
“Well, I’ll process the film and print proof sheets. I’ll send those to you and you can mark any of the shots you want enlargements of. I’ll print them and send them back to you.”
“That sounds like a lot of back and forth. Why don’t you just print the best ones for my portfolio and I’ll come back to pick them up. I can choose any others I want then, but I think you’ll probably have a better eye for them than I will. Then, if you want, we can do another session and you can direct me in any kind of photo you want for your gallery or to market. As long as, you know, they aren’t actually pornographic. My father wouldn’t like that. He doesn’t mind just seeing me naked, though,” Sarah said.
“Hmm. Let’s see. Pam, Avery, Lori, the rest of the yearbook pictures. It’s the summer,” I said looking at my calendar. “Can you make it during the week? I could have something for you, say, June eighth. We can start whenever you get here that way and not have to wait until after church on Sunday.”
“A Sunday school boy. How nice. I probably still won’t make it before noon. It’s a three-hour drive, you know.”
“Yeah, I know. I’d be going into town a lot more frequently if it was closer.”
“Okay. I’ll see you in two and a half weeks. Chris, it was nice to meet you. You two make a great team.”
“Let me help get your things down to your car,” Chris said.
I watched them leave and looked at the pile of film rolls I’d taken. This was going to be a huge job!
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