Full Frame
33
Will I See You in September?
“Patricia” by Serhii Yushkov, ID2153390621 licensed from Shutterstock.com
WE ALL GOT BACK to town and I pedaled like mad to get home so I could tell Mom and Dad we were stopping at Sweet Treats on the way home. ‘We,’ of course, included Kat who insisted that she deserved a treat, too. Mom just said that the chicken would be in the refrigerator as she and Dad were ready to sit down and eat. Dad said to be sure to lock the car wherever I parked tonight because his tools were in the back.
That would make turning the back of the station wagon into a bed difficult.
Back at Sweet Treats, everyone was gathering and I happily paid Mr. Lewis for the nine girls’ sundaes and my own. True to her word, Ronda slipped a five into my pocket. I heard a motorcycle outside and Tony walked in. He bought his own sundae and had to displace my sister from beside Patricia. Kat was smitten.
When we’d had our sundaes, I kissed my girlfriends and we headed to our homes, me with Kat. We all decided that we needed a shower after the river and the hot afternoon.
After I felt I was clean, I grabbed a chicken thigh from the bucket in the fridge, then washed the grease off my hands before I headed for the car. It was just after eight when I walked up to Ronda’s door. Mrs. May let me in and said Ronda would be down in just a few minutes. She was still showering.
“It’s so hot today! What are you going to do to stay cool tonight?” she asked.
“Oh, we hadn’t quite decided yet. We’re putting together a list of things that are air conditioned. The theater is a good one but they’re playing a double feature of horror films. Frankenstein meets the Space Monster and Ghidrah the Three-Headed Monster. I’m not sure I’m up for either of those. I’m not even sure where they dig them up. Any suggestions?”
“On digging up monsters? No. As to other things to do, there’s always bowling, I suppose. Ronda’s not a fan. You don’t play golf. Sitting in a café or restaurant can get expensive. I suppose you will need to content yourselves with going to the back yard and playing house.”
“I’m… uh… I mean… Maybe we’ll just go to my house and watch TV.”
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll figure something out. Ronda’s very creative.”
Thankfully, Ronda came bouncing down the stairs at that very moment and grabbed my hand.
“We’ll be in by one,” she announced to her mother.
“Yes, dear,” her mother responded. I distinctly heard her chuckling as we left.
“That was weird,” I said when we were both in the front seat. It had cooled several degrees since the high this afternoon, but it was still around eighty.
“What was?”
“Your mother asked what we were going to do tonight.”
“Did you tell her we were going to find a place and fuck ourselves stupid?” Ronda asked.
“I think she figured that out on her own. When I asked if she had any suggestions, she said she supposed we’d just end up going to the back yard and playing house.”
“She didn’t!” Ronda gasped. Then she started laughing. “That’s too funny. I’ll bet Danny blabbed his mouth. I’m sure he’s been out there. Now he and I both have a secret in the playhouse. Did you bring the blanket? Chris said she gave you one.”
“Um… No. Dad’s got tools in the back and we can’t really let the seat down.”
“It’s too hot to stay in the car anyway. Let’s go get the blanket, lover.”
“When you put it that way, love, I’m headed to the studio where it’s nicely folded up in a corner with a pack of condoms.”
“You put your condoms there?”
“No. I guess my father figured things out, too. He used the car Saturday morning before I got the blanket and pillow out of it. When I put them away, I found a pack of condoms in the pile.”
“I guess we can never complain that our parents are stupid,” Ronda said. I parked behind the building and ran up to the fourth floor where I got the blanket and pillow and condoms. I had condoms in my pocket, but I didn’t want to just leave them lying around in the studio. I tossed the blanket in the back seat and when I got in front, Ronda met me with a kiss and told me to drive out River Road.
I just followed instructions, passing the cemetery and Vicki’s house. Then passing the crossroad that led to the bridge where I pedaled my bicycle in December. The next bridge we came to, she directed me across and then to a track that led into the trees. That’s where I shut the car down and kissed my girlfriend again. We rolled up our windows and I got the blanket out of the back seat, then went around the car and made sure all the doors were locked like Dad said. Ronda took my hand and led me to a sandy stretch next to a tributary creek.
“How’d you find this place?” I asked.
“Patricia told me about it. I guess she and Tony come out here a lot. Neither the spot by the creek nor the parking spot can be seen from the road. Here. We’re going to need mosquito repellant.” She handed me a bottle of 6-12 and began to strip. As she uncovered, I coated her with the smelly stuff. I hoped mosquitoes would ignore the area of her breasts and nipples that I didn’t coat. I couldn’t imagine sucking on them if they were coated in bug poison.
“I hope they don’t decide to join us,” I sighed.
“They have other plans.”
“She’s coming over tomorrow for a photoshoot in the garage,” I laughed.
“Are you doing a whole calendar series?” Ronda asked.
“No. Get this. My baby sister wants a picture of Patricia posed on my bicycle like she posed on Tony’s motorcycle. She has quite a girl crush on Patricia.”
“That’s precious. Don’t worry that it means she’ll be like me, though. Lots… maybe most girls go through having a crush on an older girl they admire. Patricia is beautiful, independent and a little wild with her motorcycle guy. All things that make a little girl wish she was Patricia.”
“Well, just for the record, it wouldn’t upset me if she turned out exactly like you. It’s never bothered me that you like girls. I love sharing you with Christine,” I said.
“And sharing Christine with me?” she asked.
“Doesn’t bother me a bit.”
We spread out the blanket and just lay there listening to the creek as it rushed over some rocks to the river. It was a pleasant time, just holding my girlfriend’s hand. I looked over at her in the moonlight and saw the sparkle of a tear in her eye.
“Are you okay, hon?” I asked.
“Yeah. I just got to thinking. I’m going to miss you both so much it hurts,” she cried. The tears started flowing and I wrapped her in my arms, petted her hair and kissed her head.
“Hey. What’s this all about? Why would you miss us?”
“Because I love you!”
“Well, yeah. But we’re right here. I’m not going away.”
“Oh, my God!” Ronda said, pushing away and sitting up. “You don’t know!”
“Know? Know what?”
“I just assumed, because everyone knows. But I didn’t know you last summer and there’s never been a reason to bring it up. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you didn’t know,” she cried again, clutching herself to me. I was getting weirded out. Did she have some mysterious disease? Was she moving?
“Tell me what it is I don’t know. Ronda, why will you be missing us?”
“I spend every summer in Colorado. I’m leaving on Tuesday.”
“You’re… In… Why?”
“Oh, shit. There’s a school out there. It’s a college prep school. Most of them are on the East Coast or in California. This one is a little unusual. I go there every summer. The classes I get there are what will enable me to go to Boston University after I graduate.”
“You have that all planned out? What are you going to study?”
“International Studies. I mean, face it. Tenbrook High School is a good school and we have good teachers. But not more than a dozen students in our entire class will go to college. Getting into a top tier school like BU is almost unheard of. It’s like Avery going to Berkeley. Do you know where this year’s valedictorian is going to school? Drake College of Business in Des Moines. A fine school if you want to train to be the best administrative assistant or office manager in the country. Without the courses in international affairs, psychology, and politics that I get in Colorado, I’d never stand a chance of getting into Boston University. Just like Avery has been taking correspondence courses from Berkeley all through high school.”
“I just… I didn’t have any idea. You’ll be gone all summer?”
“I’ll be back in mid-August to get the next batch of cheerleaders whipped into shape and start cheering at the football games. But yeah. I leave Tuesday. I’m so sorry, honey. It’s not something I talk about a lot, but everyone kind of knows. Chris was upset, too. That’s why we decided to wrangle all the girls to come and work in the studio this week. We just wanted to be in the same space,” Ronda said.
“I didn’t know I was going to have a summer missing someone. I’m really going to be sad without you,” I said.
“You’ll have Chris. The two of you will have each other and make love all the time. I’ll be mostly with strangers, trying to make friends, and building trust on my climbing team.”
“That’s what the certificate on your wall was about. I saw it, but it didn’t register that you spend an entire summer away from here.”
“Mountaineering is a kick. Definitely something I don’t do here. Just like I don’t ski here. We go to Aspen in the winter and spring. Just… Can we stop talking about being apart now and be together?”
“Anything you want, love. We’re here now and I love you.”
That was really all the talk we had for most of the night. Ronda wanted to try everything we hadn’t done. I didn’t think I’d get it up enough times, but she seemed to have a magic touch. She sucked me, rode me, lay under me, and got on her hands and knees in front of me. I used as many condoms as I’d use with the three of us all together.
I was really amazed at how willingly this little cheerleader accepted my cock in her hot pussy, over and over again. And then managed to suck me upright and get a load out with her mouth. I ate her and pushed my fingers into her while I licked her clit or sucked on her nipples or just kissed her.
It was close to one o’clock when we scrambled into our clothes and I drove her back to town. We kissed on her porch until nearly one-thirty and she finally opened the door and went inside.
Damn it! It was probably the last time we’d fuck until fall.
I got the laundry done and included some of the fabric from my props box. I wanted it fresh and clean and smooth the next time I used it. I’d figured that the best bet for me was to roll it up and then hang it over a clothing rack in the studio so it didn’t get wrinkled. I picked up a few things from the studio for my shoot with Patricia, including a couple of fill lights, my good camera, and my tripod.
I went to the garage and got set up. Right at three o’clock, Patricia showed up.
It was summer, supposedly, so what she was wearing could have been considered just summer wear. But it was nearly twenty degrees cooler today than it had been yesterday. Just a gentle reminder that it was May, not July.
Patricia was wearing her extra short cutoffs and a sleeveless chambray shirt tied under her breasts. I could easily see there was nothing but Patricia under the shirt. I had a feeling there might not be anything under the shorts, either.
“Wow! I’ll need to be careful to not show anything in the photo inappropriate for my little sister,” I laughed.
“Well, I figured as long as we were shooting, there was no harm in you picking up a few for your private collection, too,” she said, pulling her shirt aside so her right breast was exposed. I jumped behind my camera and snapped the picture as soon as I had it in focus. I didn’t pay attention to the lighting or apertures. I didn’t want to miss the display of this perfect tit. “Don’t worry,” she said. “There will be more opportunities. Now what do you think we should do for your sister’s photo?”
We went straight to work then. Patricia was a natural at modeling, and knew exactly when to hold a pose. I dropped the seat down on the bicycle so she could straddle the bar with one foot on the ground. It showed the bike pretty well, but really looked awkward. Then she tried riding the bike into the garage and standing on the brake when she got in position. I was follow-focusing and snapped in the second before she lost her balance and had to step down.
“Let’s try something with you standing behind the bike and sort of leaning on it,” I suggested.
She tried a couple different positions and then leaned on the seat with the front wheel turned and the handlebars against her tummy. She put one foot up on the pedal as if she was going to mount the bike backwards, but just leaned forward toward the back of the bike. I took the picture.
“I like that one a lot. But for my sister’s picture, we should try to get one that doesn’t completely expose your boob,” I said. She looked down at her tit hanging out of the shirt and laughed.
“It might surprise you to discover that your sister has them, too. Maybe not as big yet, but they are definitely puffing up,” Patricia said.
“That’s my sister you’re talking about. We’re not going there!”
“Okay. I understand. I’m just saying she wouldn’t be that shocked by seeing mine. Um… I know. Give me a minute.”
With that, Patricia whipped off the shirt and reached for her bag. Yes, I got a picture of that, too. She pulled out an elastic band and pulled it over her head and down over her boobs.
“What is that?”
“It’s a swim top I had a few years ago, before I really grew these. Lots of younger girls wear them because they are elastic and stay in place, even if you don’t have anything to hold them up. There. No nasty nipples showing, but she’ll get a nice tight view of my chest.”
“That is really sexy. I can see the perfect shape of your breasts and the points of your nipples poking the fabric out. Try that same pose again.”
It was great.
“I think I have the shot that I’ll use for Kat’s pinup. You’re really something special, Patricia.”
“Hmm. Got a few exposures left?”
“Yeah. Nearly half a roll. What do you think?”
“First, I’ll do that ride toward you and brake. She might like me in this thing better than the tied blouse.”
She coasted down the driveway and into the garage, braking right where I could get the whole bike and her smiling face in the image. Also, incredible cleavage. We did it twice. Then she hopped off the bike and closed the garage door.
“This one is just for you,” she said and stripped off her shorts.
There she stood in her pussy. I mean, with nothing on but the elastic band. I couldn’t even get my fingers to operate the shutter on the camera. Her blonde pubic hair was neatly trimmed up so it would fit in her bikini with no difficulty. She’d been keeping it trimmed for all our photoshoots. It was just too perfect. But she reached into her bag and pulled out a pleated miniskirt that was barely long enough to cover her butt.
“I wear this sometimes to tease Tony. I can’t really wear it out anyplace unless I wear shorts under it,” she laughed.
She turned the bike around and threw her leg over it, flashing her butt at me. I suddenly saw the image she was presenting.
“Can you balance on the bike while looking back over your shoulder at me?” I asked. “I’ll only need a second.”
“I should be able to hold my balance that long. Just tell me when you’re ready.”
I fussed around, moving the camera slightly so I could see her butt and her face. I’d need to use a fairly wide aperture in order to get the depth of field right. I reset the lights. All the time, I kept glancing at her bare bottom facing me. I couldn’t really see her pussy because she had it smashed against the seat. Every once in a while, she’d shift, rubbing it up and down the seat.
“Okay, I think I’m ready.”
“It’s a good thing. If I rubbed my clit against your seat much longer, I’d come.”
“Oh, well, we wouldn’t want that to happen, now, would we?” I mocked. She snarled at me. “Ready now, one, two, three.”
She shifted her weight and stood on the pedals, careful to keep her pussy smashed against the seat. She was looking over her shoulder at me so I could see the impish smile and the bare butt as she appeared to ride straight out the door.
“That was fun,” she said. “Let’s do it again.”
“One, two, three.”
She moved into the pose again with a different smile on her face. One that just screamed, ‘Follow me!’ I got the picture. She put down the kickstand and swung her leg over the seat, flashing me in the process.
“Hey, is that your sister’s bike?” she asked.
“Yes. It used to be Judy’s bike and she gave it to me to fix up for Kat.”
“Let’s switch it up. I shouldn’t do this one with the bare bottom thing, though.” She pulled the skirt off and pulled up her shorts again. I think I could watch Patricia taking her clothes off and putting them on all day.
I switched Kat’s bike for mine. This bike was just enough smaller than mine that Patricia could hold the bike fully upright with a foot on the ground. So, she adopted the pose. The girlish look she got on her face said all that could be imagined about a girlfriend inviting her friend for a ride. I shot the last two frames on that roll and wound up the film.
Patricia stripped off the top.
“Whoo! That was a lot more comfortable when I wore an A-cup than with a C-cup.” She grabbed her shirt and pulled it back on as I chuckled and put my sister’s bike away. “What?”
“I was just thinking about how absolutely amazing it is that one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever met is comfortable just coming into my garage and taking her clothes off in front of me. If it weren’t for the subject matter, I’d say God has truly blessed me.” We both laughed.
“I suppose it’s not beyond reason that God would bless you with an abundance of titties to look at. For this one, though,” she pulled her blouse aside so I had a good clear view of both breasts, “you can say I blessed you. And it’s just because you’re a good guy and I trust you more than almost anyone.”
“Thank you, Patricia. I do feel genuinely blessed now.”
After dinner, I went over to Chris’s house where Ronda already was. Chris’s parents had gone to Ronda’s house with the kids for game night. Chris admitted she sometimes missed game night with Ronda and was glad we were spending Saturday night together watching TV.
We knew better than to get too involved. Chris’s parents or siblings could come home anytime. We got into some pretty heavy petting while we watched The Saint and Get Smart. We didn’t do any fucking or even licking. Ronda confessed that her pussy was pretty sore after our marathon the previous night. But we were all happy to just cuddle together and watch the comedy Come September on the Saturday night movie.
The movie had just started when Chris’s sibs came home. Of course, they wanted to watch Hogan’s Heroes, but Chris was firm. They’d come home to go to bed and we were watching TV on our date. They were a little grouchy, but Julie grabbed Brian and told him he’d understand once he and Kat were a couple years older. I looked up at that and both Ronda and Chris started giggling at my discomfiture that Chris’s little brother was interested in my little sister.
We continued to watch the movie until the end, at which time, Chris’s parents were home, as well. We stepped out on the porch to kiss our lovers good night. Chris went back inside and I walked Ronda home, extending the kissing a little more. Finally, I walked home and just fell into exhausted sleep as soon as I hit the pillow.
Sunday afternoon I was in the studio for the shoot with Pam. My first legal model, in that she was over eighteen, had helped start and define the Attic Allure style. Our first photoshoot, which I thought would just be a senior retake and glamour shot, turned into a hot scene that gave me a great photo of Pam standing amidst the piles of stuff in the attic with one hand over her head, dressed in nothing but her pantyhose. She’d come up with some good poses in subsequent shoots.
This was slated to be our last shoot together, as she was already packed and ready to move to Champaign-Urbana.
“Why in such a rush to leave?” I asked. “School doesn’t start until around the end of August, does it?”
“There’s so much to do to get established before the season starts. The first football game is August 26. Cheerleaders officially start practice August 1. I’ll have June and July to scope out the area and find out where the cool kids hang. It’s not exactly common for freshmen to become varsity cheerleaders, but I’ve got a contact who has promised to smooth the path for me.”
“You’ve got it all planned out, don’t you?”
“Have you looked around at Tenbrook? After high school, girls who stay here put on ten pounds in the first year. That’s not including if they are pregnant. And it continues to go up. Most of those who do get pregnant, never lose the baby weight. They settle down into a sedentary comfortable life with a husband who works hard, drinks hard, and only beats them occasionally. It’s our genetics or something. I need to go out and make a killing while I’ve still got a killer body. Cheerleading is a great way to advertise it.”
“It seems so mercenary.”
“Don’t judge me. I’ve offered you a free ride in this pussy every time I’ve been here. Just because you are too pure to take it doesn’t mean there aren’t plenty of guys who will pay for it.”
“Pam, I’m not judging you for anything. That’s something my mom warned me against. She said that even in seminary, they were warned that they were called to minister, not to judge. Me? I’m not even a minister. I just want to take a picture of you that will make us famous—in a good way.”
“I like you, Nate. Offering to fuck you isn’t just a payment. I understand that it could interfere with your real purpose, though. The truth is that since I got to know you, I’ve decided you’d be one of the few guys I’d do just for fun. But if you said yes, it might take something away from that illusion that you are really different. Tell me what I need to do to get that famous photo.”
From there on, we went to work. And it was a good session. We worked with a few props and I concentrated on the real cover girl shot that could be sold to a magazine when she became a cheerleader at the University of Illinois. She even brought along her high school cheerleader uniform and did some poses in it. She’d altered it significantly. The skirt that met school regulations—must touch the floor when kneeling—was about ten inches shorter. The sweater had been cropped so it just covered her unharnessed boobs. When I took a picture of her high kick, I realized she hadn’t put anything on under the skirt and sweater. That led us into some tantalizing poses as she stripped as if she was making love to a football or to a basketball. She had brought all kinds of things with her and even had a football helmet. She crouched over the ball as if she were the center ready to snap it. Somehow, I thought she looked more ready for the quarterback to snap forward into her.
We also got a rather sweet pose of her just sitting cross-wise in an armchair as if she was just exhausted from playing the game. I noticed that she had a look of something approaching despair in her eyes. Pam wasn’t going to need to worry about getting fat. That wouldn’t be her problem. Her lifestyle was aging her. I moved in close and she glanced toward me, a little puzzled. I got that picture. Just her face, as if she was asking where her life went.
I spent most of Monday working in the darkroom. I looked through all of Pam’s photos and decided which ones to print. When she left me, she handed me a $20 bill.
“Just print up a half dozen of what you think are my best photos—today and before—and send them to me at this address.” She handed me a slip of paper with her address in Urbana, Illinois. “Nate, I have to tell you that I’ve had more fun being naked with you than with any boy I’ve ever known. And that even goes for Timmy Thompson in second grade. I know you don’t fuck your models, but before I get dressed, would you just once give me a kiss with the works?”
A kiss with the works? I guess. Who was I to argue with a hot naked cheerleader ready to exchange spit with me? I wrapped her in my arms and kissed her for all she was worth. My hands just naturally found their way to her butt and to her boobs. I rubbed and pinched them and probed her ass with my fingers. And finally, I released her.
“Damn! Are you sure after that, you won’t fuck me?” she panted.
“Go get dressed, Pam. I don’t fuck my models,” I said. As I watched her head to the dressing room, I thought about the feel of her ass and tits. Not fucking her didn’t mean I wouldn’t fantasize about it.
After dinner, Chris pulled up in her family’s Belvedere wagon with Ronda in the front seat. I jumped in, gave them each a quick kiss and then we stopped by the studio. It was a quick stop, just for me to run upstairs to get the blanket and pillow.
A far cry from Friday’s 90+ weather, the temperature had just edged above sixty today. After a bit of discussion, we decided to head for the river again, but in a different location. I didn’t know how these girls knew so much about good parking spots in the area. This summer, I was going to devote part of my time to scouting out locations for us to go, including places we could go in snow or wet weather. I really loved lying outside with Ronda Friday night. We’d been naked and just lying next to the creek making love when we felt like it.
We found the place just off Indian Mound Road northwest of town. It showed some sign of having been used recently, but Chris navigated to a secluded parking spot without any difficulty.
“Let’s start outside,” Chris suggested. “If it gets too cold, we can move everything into the back of the wagon.”
That sounded good and Ronda revealed that she’d brought the air mattress and lantern with her so we could have a little light and some comfort. We spent the first half hour laughing and giggling while we tried to get the mattress blown up. It was still pretty light out and I really enjoyed watching the girls pull their tops off and then shimmy out of their panties. They seemed to like getting me undressed, too. My appreciation was obvious. We didn’t need bug dope with the temperature as cool as it was.
“I can’t believe we’ve been lovers for almost a month and we haven’t gone through a twelve-pack of condoms yet,” Chris said. “We’re teenagers. We should be having sex a lot more often than that!”
“Well, to be fair, we used three of Ronda’s and these are the last two from the original batch I bought. Fortunately, my dad saw fit to replenish my supply on the sly after prom. So, we don’t need to worry about running out soon,” I said.
“Especially since you’ll only have one girlfriend after tonight,” Ronda sighed.
“You aren’t going to break up with us just because you’re leaving for the summer, are you?” Chris asked, hugging our girlfriend tightly.
“I don’t know,” Ronda moaned. “I’ll be gone for two and a half months. You shouldn’t feel tied down to me. And I know…” she started crying in earnest. “I know you won’t want me when I get back.”
“Honey. Honey. How could we not want you when you come back? Are we so fickle that you think we’d just all break up?” I asked.
“No. That’s not it. Oh, I hate having to leave for the summer. While I’m gone, you’ll still have each other. You’ll date and make love all summer long. You’ll… turn into a couple. You won’t need or want a third wheel,” Ronda cried.
“Ronda, we wouldn’t…” I started.
“Don’t say it can’t happen. It can. And it probably will. People grow closer and things change. I just want to know… If we can’t be a triple, could we at least be like three couples? You two should go ahead and go steady, but save a little room in your hearts to take me out sometimes. Okay?”
There wasn’t much we could say to that. It seemed impossible that Chris and I wouldn’t want her to be the third part of our triple. And even more bizarre to think that we might be three couples instead. We just set about making sure Ronda knew how much we both loved her and wanted her right now.
And I got into the act with both girls at once for the very first time. As soon as I had a condom on, Christine mounted me and started posting on my cock while she kissed Ronda. Well, Ronda was right there beside my head and I just pulled at her until she got a knee on either side of me and sat back on my face.
Oh, yeah. How could life get any better? I had Christine on my cock and Ronda on my face. I had hands on both girls’ boobs. And that was probably the first time that we all three hit the big O at about the same time. It was a real knockout conclusion and we all collapsed in a heap together and just held each other and kissed for a long time.
“I can’t believe I got to make love to both of you at the same time,” I breathed. “That was so good.”
“Yeah. Kissing my sweetheart while my lover fucked me!” Christine said. “It was almost like Ronda had a dick.”
“It was almost like you had two tongues. One in my mouth and one in my twat,” Ronda laughed. “I’m going to dream about that every night while I’m gone.”
We cuddled for a long time before we were ready for another round. None of us felt particularly rushed now that the first one had been so satisfying.
“How did your photo session with Pam go yesterday?” Chris asked.
“Um… Good. She just gave me twenty dollars and asked me to send the best to her down in Urbana. I guess she’s leaving this week, too.”
“Good ones?”
“Yeah. There was one I’m not sure I should send her. Maybe you could stop by the studio and give me some advice. It’s a good photo. In fact, a great photo. But I’m not sure Pam would want to see herself like that. It kind of shows the mileage,” I said.
“That might be a good thing,” Ronda said. “I can’t imagine just… um… spreading my legs for any guy I think I can get something from. Being with you two has shown me how important it is to love my lovers.”
“Did she offer to fuck you again?” Chris asked.
“Um… not exactly.”
“Exactly?”
“She said the offer was still open, but then she asked if since this was her last session with me, if I’d give her a kiss with all the works.”
“All the works?”
“Did you?”
“Yeah, I guess so. We kissed and I fondled her ass and her tits. Um… just so you know, neither of those are showing the mileage. It was good, but when she offered to fuck me again, I just told her to get dressed and go. I’d send her the photos,” I said.
“It wouldn’t surprise me if Avery and Lori want similar treatment,” Ronda said. “We had a cheerleader year-end get-together and I’d have to say, both girls are smitten with you. Avery won’t want to fuck—I don’t think. And Lori might not be ready for her time with you to end yet. But if you can make them feel loved without actually fucking them, give them a good send-off.”
“My guess is that’s going to happen with all the models you have a long-term relationship with,” Chris said. “I don’t think it will happen with Sarah or any other models you get from Chicago or somewhere who are only here for one or two sessions. But the long-term locals… I mean Judy practically begged you to feel up her breasts and pinch her nipples. I’m sure Janice and Pris and Debbie will want some kind of personal treatment. Patricia would, but I don’t think she’d step across that line with her boyfriend.”
“I really don’t want to get into the practice of being sexual with my models,” I said.
“Oh, and we agree,” Ronda said. “But you might not realize how important your relationship with them is. They come to your studio and get naked for you. That says a lot about how they feel, right there. It’s only natural that at some point or another, they’ll want to know that you respond to them like a man and not just as a photographer. None of them really want to be your lover. Pris and Debbie aren’t ready for that step with anyone. Now that Pete’s graduated, I don’t know what Judy and Janice will do. They won’t touch each other. But as long as you can show them you care for them and like them as sexy women and not just as models, go ahead and give them a kiss or feel them up.”
“On the other hand, I think that little imp Vicki wants a little more from you,” Chris laughed. “She doesn’t want an entanglement, but she wants to experience everything before she starts spreading her love around, so to speak.”
“She’ll have more than one boyfriend to spread it to when she joins the varsity cheer squad in the fall,” Ronda laughed. “She and her sister. And such good Catholic girls, too!”
“She has kind of a weird way of dividing things,” I said. “I mean she won’t go all the way, I’m sure. She considers that ‘making babies.’ But she still wants to fuck. Go figure.”
“Well, take that one as far as it goes, but don’t make babies, okay?” Chris asked.
“Definitely,” I said.
We kind of reached a lull in our conversation and quickly filled it with more love-making. Ronda got her face between Christine’s legs and before long the two were lost in their sensations. But it gave me an idea—or it gave my hard cock an idea. I sheathed it and got behind Ronda with her butt up in the air. She was plenty wet, and I slid in smoothly from behind.
“Oh, God, yes!” she cried as she came up for air. Then she dove back into Chris’s snatch for another lick. “Christine, he’s fucking me while I’m fucking you. Oh, God! This is so good. Feel my tongue? It’s like he’s fucking right through me into you. I love you!”
Now that she mentioned it, it was like fucking into Christine from behind Ronda. Unfortunately, I couldn’t reach any of my favorite parts on Christine, but I hunched over Ronda and got one hand on her tits and the other on her clit. Then we all ramped up.
“When do you have to leave, baby?” Chris asked during our next lull to cuddle and pet each other. It was getting pretty chilly when we weren’t actively making love. We shoved the air mattress into the back of the car with the seat down and got inside to cuddle up more.
“Dad has his little ritual,” Ronda said. “He’ll time it so we pull out of town right after the parade passes by.”
“What parade?” I asked.
“The Memorial Day Parade. Tomorrow’s the thirtieth of May,” Chris said.
“I didn’t know we had a Memorial Day Parade.”
“Wow! We keep finding more things we haven’t told you about,” Ronda said. “It’s a little strange. You’ll have to get the whole story from someone a little older than us. I don’t know of a tradition like it in any other part of the United States.”
“Chicago didn’t have much in the way of parades. If we wanted a parade we had to go someplace like Rockford,” I said. “And, of course, the State Street Christmas Parade. We were only in Chicago for the day on Thanksgiving and didn’t go into town to look at the decorations until after the parade. They broadcast it on television this year, though.”
“Nobody broadcasts the Tenbrook Memorial Day Parade. No one is really sure what time it will begin. It all depends on Billy,” Chris said.
“Billy out at the Humane Society?” I asked.
“Yeah. He actually started it when he was a little tyke, I guess,” Ronda said. “He carried a flag and walked all the way out to the cemetery. People just followed him.”
“I’ll definitely want to get some pictures of that.”
“If you can, you should use the good camera and wait at the south end of the business section. You’ll see how the parade develops as people just fall in behind him,” Chris suggested. “I didn’t even think of getting his picture on Memorial Day instead of at the Humane Society. But maybe you’ll be able to use two pictures.”
We weren’t quite ready to quit loving, though Ronda said her pussy was still a little sore from Friday night. This time, though, we were in the back of the stationwagon and had a little less headroom, but Chris lay back on the mattress and I slid into her. Then Ronda mounted Chris’s face and pretty much held onto me to keep her balance as Chris licked her to an orgasm and I fucked Christine to one. It was near to midnight when we got through that one.
“Baby, I was thinking,” Chris said as she pecked round Ronda’s mouth. “We kind of laid out some parameters for Nate this summer. I’m going to have all the loving I can get with him this summer. But we didn’t say anything about you.”
“Oh, I’ll just crawl back into my shell and be the untouchable maiden of the Midwest,” she laughed.
“No. Don’t do that, honey. I’m not saying to go out and get a boyfriend or a girlfriend and fall in love, but you know… If something happens to come up and you are feeling lonely or lovey or just plain horny, don’t deny yourself a little relief. I’ll bet there will be a boy or a girl there who catches your eye and who would love to have a little summer fling.”
“You really think I’d cheat on you?” Ronda said.
“I don’t think that’s cheating if we’ve all agreed,” I said. “If I knew the guy, I’d probably be insanely jealous and angry to think his cock had anything to do with your pussy. But he’s just a nameless face, if he happens along at all. Don’t cut yourself off from all possibilities.”
“Well, I don’t think there will be any chance of that happening, but thank you both for permission. If there was anyone, of either sex, he or she would only be a temporary substitute for you two. I love you so much, I never want to be away from you.”
“We’ll all be back together again come September,” I said confidently.
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