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Model Behavior
“Patricia” by Hank Shiffman, ID408997642 licensed from Shutterstock.com
THE RUMORS DIED DOWN around school. I was asked several times if I took photos of underclassmen and explained the fee structure. Anna made a few appointments, but I reserved the coming Saturday off. Chris and I were going car shopping.
I spent most of the week working on my letter to the draft board, pleading my case as a conscientious objector. Dad read it and we had several dinner conversations that week. Mom participated with relevant scripture passages and why she believed war in the contemporary world was an abomination before God. And Kat wrote her letter. I didn’t know who else I could turn to since my other sisters wouldn’t write letters. I felt my strongest argument was simply having been raised to be nonviolent and anti-gun.
On Friday, I packaged up the letters and sent them to the draft board. Then there was nothing I could do but wait.
I got the laundry and ironing done first thing Saturday morning and Chris picked me up at noon. We headed into Huntertown first, where there was a Ford dealership and a couple of used car lots. I described what I wanted and how I planned to use it. Chris listened intently and sighed.
“I know this is important, honey. It makes me so sad to realize that you’re preparing now to leave. And I won’t be with you anymore. Ronda will be in Boston and I won’t be with her anymore. I’ll probably be at some business school and be out hunting a job or a husband. You and Ronda have such lofty goals. I want to be excited about how committed you are but then I… I know you’ll think this is stupid, but sometimes I envy Patricia. She’s married to a guy who’s crazy about her and is off fighting for his country. Maybe he’ll even have a career in the army and they’ll raise a bunch of children.”
“I don’t know what to say. Tony didn’t want to go into the army. He had a job lined up and was supposed to spend this summer in Wisconsin building a Playboy Club. He didn’t want to go, and he’s fighting for commercial interests in the East, not for our country. The people in Vietnam never did anything against Americans until we started bombing them. I don’t blame Tony. None of the soldiers want to be there, but they don’t have a choice. If I follow my plan and try to leave the country instead of being drafted, I could be caught. I could spend two to five years in prison and lose my right to vote. But I will not report for military service in any way. And while you envy Patricia, I pray for Tony every day—and I know she does, too.”
We pulled into the first dealership and that conversation ended, but it was an indication to me that Chris and I would be parting ways when school ended and that made me sad.
Other than the disheartening conversation, Chris and I had a great day. When we finally found a used VW Microbus, it was ten years old and in really bad condition. There was a Chevy dealer who advertised Volkswagen, but he had mostly Beetles. He said the microbus was really popular right now and there weren’t that many used ones coming on the market. He offered to take my name and phone number so he could let me know if one came in.
Then he tried to interest me in a Chevy Van. Don’t ask me why, but the van just didn’t have the appeal the microbus did. I guess I’d have to say it was too industrial. Of course, it had plenty of room and was a reasonable price, but I’d want my dad’s opinion on it before I put money down on one.
It did ramp up Chris’s enthusiasm for what I wanted, though.
“Nate, you could put a whole bed in this,” she whispered. “We’d have a place to go anytime we wanted.”
“I kind of expect that I will equip it for camping. Something like Ronda’s air mattress would be ideal. That way I could stow it when I need to carry passengers or equipment.”
“I think I like the idea of you having a van. But every girl will want to go out with you—not that they don’t already want to. Do you know what Mary told people? She said you didn’t even need to touch her. You talked her into an orgasm.”
“That’s pretty ridiculous. You know what happened.”
“Yes, but she wouldn’t want to have it spread around that she let you touch her breasts. I hear she’s going out with Rod now.”
“Good. I’m glad she’s opening up a little. She’s really a nice girl.”
We headed home without a van, but Chris had her family Belvedere and we had added a couple of blankets from Mrs. Wilson, so we managed to park and stay fairly warm as we cuddled up together and made love.
I had three more photo sessions Sunday afternoon and Chris and I spent most of the day just smiling at each other. We enjoyed the photo sessions, but mostly we just kept remembering how wonderful it had been the night before, making love as we whispered about going camping together when I got my new van. I was really looking forward to it.
In the meantime, I had Rachel, Kay, and Hope kind of cluelessly flirting as they got their senior portraits and then tried on various costumes and poses for their Attic Allure photos. And that came up to three more sets of my classmates’ boobs that I was treated to. I think there were only six girls in our class I hadn’t seen. Including Anna.
“Look at the tiny little nipples on Rachel,” Chris whispered to me. “They’re like mine were four years ago! Wouldn’t you just love to suck on them and see how hard they get? Mine are tingling just thinking about it.”
I didn’t think I was going to be talking any girls into orgasms that afternoon, but it was completely possible that Chris might talk me into one.
“When I got Kay into position for that last pose, I could smell her. She was so excited over having you catch a glimpse of her titties that she left a wet spot on the bed. I’m sure she’s a virgin, but she probably counts this as her first time.”
There was absolutely nothing wrong with Kay as far as I could see. She just hadn’t progressed as rapidly as some of the girls in our class. She didn’t usually wear makeup, but when Chris added a little base to smooth out her complexion and highlighted her eyes and lips, she turned into a real beauty. And she obviously felt good about it when she let the sheet fall away from her breasts and smiled seductively at me. Er… The camera.
“Hope has been planning this ever since she saw the photo of Janice in Henry’s garage.”
“You’re kidding,” I said. “That went up almost a year ago.”
“She specifically requested the library background and an extra set of bookshelves.”
“She doesn’t seem like the librarian type.”
“Oh, she’s not. She’s a sexpot. Phil Owens took her virginity in the library last fall. She wants a commemorative picture. I can’t believe she and Phil are still together. It wouldn’t surprise me if she was pregnant when we graduate.”
“Well, in that kind of relationship, she wouldn’t want me to see her naked,” I said.
“Oh, you don’t know the half of it. Phil’s the only guy who’s ever seen her naked. The only guy who’s ever touched her. She’s hoping you have to step out from behind the camera and move her into exactly the position you can imagine her in when you take her cherry. You know, in her imagination. If you have to adjust the position of her boobs or her ass, you should use a firm hand. Take your time.”
I had instructions from my girlfriend, who just ‘accidentally’ brushed her hand across my stiff cock.
Hope appeared in something reminiscent of Patricia’s schoolgirl outfit. Not allowable as an outfit in our school! She wore a plaid miniskirt and a white blouse with bobby socks, Mary Janes, and ribbons in her hair. We got a couple of shots with her posed in the ‘library.’ Chris motioned to me with her head, directing me toward our classmate. I stepped out from behind the camera.
“Is this what he saw when he found you in the library?” I whispered to her. “A cute innocent little girl just trying to entice him?”
She nodded and bit her lip, trying to act innocent.
“You were waiting for him, weren’t you? You’d already taken your bra off so he could see your nipples through your blouse.” I brushed the back of my hand across her breasts and she caught her breath. “What book were you looking at when he saw you?”
She looked at the bookshelf filled with whatever books we’d collected in the past few months and grabbed one at random. That told me a lot, too. She wasn’t going to say anything during my questioning, and it didn’t make any difference what book was in her hand. It was just a prop.
“Oh, I see. The Facts of Life for Teenage Girls,” I made up without looking at the book. “You were really curious. You had these cute new boobs with hard little nipples that were just aching to be touched. And such a sweet round ass. You stood on your tiptoes,” I said, lifting her butt a little, “and pretended you didn’t see him looking at you.”
I got back to the camera and adjusted it slightly as I took the picture. I had a strong enough front light on her that it clearly showed her nipples through the thin fabric of her blouse. I returned to her to adjust her position slightly. I turned her toward me and started unbuttoning her blouse.
“I think you prepared a little better. You didn’t want to have him work too hard to see what you’ve got. You saw this blouse style in a magazine and thought it would be enticing so he could see the inside rise of those perfect new breasts of yours.”
I wasn’t carefully avoiding touching her, but I didn’t reach in and grab anything, either. I just glided across her boobs, as I tied the tails of her blouse together loosely under her breasts and made sure it gapped open enough to see the curve of her flesh. Then I had her bend over slightly to put the book on a lower shelf. I got a shot that showed an enticing angel in the library who looked ready to fuck.
“Did he kiss you when he saw you?” I whispered to her as I returned to positioning her. I pressed my finger lightly against her lips and she automatically pursed them to kiss it. “Keep that position,” I said. “How long was it before you felt his hand slip inside your blouse to caress your delicate flesh? Did you greet him with hardened nipples that said you were begging for his touch?”
This time I did move under her blouse and cupped her breast to lightly rub her nipple and make sure the hard point was as firm as it would get. When I dropped my hand, the loose tie of her blouse fell open to reveal the breast I’d been touching. It did look good.
I returned to the camera and she got in the flow of things, pursing her lips, and letting her eyes drift partially closed as if she was reliving that kiss.
“You must have felt deliciously wicked when he pressed you down to bend over with your hands on the shelf. Did you realize how vulnerable you were when he pulled your skirt up in back and stepped behind you? You knew it would come to this when you came here dressed like this.” I ran my hand over her bare bottom and lifted her skirt so it was exposed. “You didn’t even wear panties, did you? You wanted the wet heat of your pussy to be exposed to him, ready to receive his hard cock and take away your virginity.”
I moved back to the camera and took pictures of Hope with her blouse open and her skirt above her waist in back as she bent over to receive her lover. She was breathing hard and had her lower lip caught between her teeth. Chris stood beside me and whispered in my ear.
“It will only take a touch. Get the orgasmic expression when she comes.” I raised an eyebrow at Chris and she kissed me lightly. I returned to Hope where she was holding her pose.
I ran my hand up her leg to cup her butt, lifting her to her tiptoes.
“Did he show you how hard he was, or was it a little surprise when he touched your crack with his cock? He pressed it between your legs and ran it through the hot liquid of your pussy. When the head of his cock touched your clit, you were ready to come. Do you want to come now, Hope? Aren’t you just aching to feel his hard cock open the folds of your pussy and press into you? That was all it took for you to start coming. Was it the hardest you’d ever come?”
I slid my finger down her crack and through the liquid heat of her sex. I rubbed the side of her clit and she began to whine. Then I pulled back a little and plunged my finger into her pussy. Hope lit up like the Fourth of July and threw her head back to whine out her orgasm. I quickly ran to the camera and got the picture of her ecstasy. I nodded to Chris and she went to hold Hope and get her put back together again.
I licked my fingers.
“There’s no way I can not call that sex play in the studio. We’ve been getting closer and closer to that with every model,” I said. “How do we put the brakes on? I don’t want to fuck anyone who poses for a picture, and I don’t want to produce porn.” I walked Chris home after we’d had ice cream and TV with the family.
“Did she taste as good as she smelled?” Chris asked.
“Yeah. She did. Getting that little taste made me want to go down on her.”
“Maybe she’ll get Phil to take that next step,” Chris speculated. “She won’t be asking you for a date. She really wanted a picture that would make her come. You gave her that.”
“I think it was my finger in her twat that made her come,” I said.
“And your storytelling. She’d have been fine with you stepping behind her and fucking her in that position. Thank you for not doing that. It’s more than we want in the studio. She felt open and vulnerable, but also safe. And I don’t think she’ll tell anyone that she got fingered. She’ll probably just say that it was so good she came. And I doubt very much if her first time was that good.”
“Well, she’ll have a whole memory book to remind herself of it in a week or so. I hope she’s happy with it.”
“I’d be awfully happy if you gave me a little loving tonight.”
“It’s cold out. Where can we go?”
“The garage. It’s a lot warmer in there.”
The garage was a bit warmer. Chris and I just stood there, leaning against the car and started a marathon kissing session that ended with her bent over the hood of the car while I plunged into her from behind with a condom-covered cock, like she’d imagined Hope had been ready for.
The position and location were new for us and more exciting as a result. And let’s face it: I had Chris’s boobs in my hands and her butt pressing back against me as we fucked. There was no limit to the excitement.
“Fuck me, Nate. Fuck me like you would have fucked Hope in the library. She had nice firm breasts and just enough padding on her ass to bounce when you thrust into her. Do me like that. My pussy is a swamp. Splash into it! Wade where it’s deepest!”
I wondered what Chris had been reading lately. This was the dirtiest I’d ever heard her talk during sex, and comparing herself to the fantasy I’d painted for Hope made it that much more exciting. Chris had worn slacks that day and they were around her ankles with her panties. Her parka was hanging open and I had my hands up under her shirt to hold her boobs as I smashed into her from behind. I recognized the strong contractions in her pussy as heralding the onslaught of her orgasm, as she fought not to scream it out. I groaned and pushed into her as far as I could go as come erupted from my cock.
When I’d withdrawn, I got her turned around and kissed her as I fingered her to an extended climax.
“I’m corrupting you,” she whispered. “You were a nice reserved boy when we met who was so concerned about establishing the right expectations and not behaving inappropriately in any way. And your perverted girlfriend encourages you to fuck other girls and gets off on watching you finger a girl in the studio. I’m such a pervert!”
“I love every perverted inch of you,” I said. “I love anything that turns you on and lets us fuck together like this. I never want it to end.”
“It only ends when you get soft,” she giggled. “You really need to get that van. I’ll decorate it and put a bed in back. We won’t have to worry about doing anything else on our dates. Whenever we want to, we can just go to the van and bang each other silly.”
“I’ll make it happen soon.”
“It would be so handy this weekend.”
“What’s this weekend?” I asked stupidly.
“You can’t forget! You’re taking Roxie out Saturday. You practically promised to fuck her until she passes out!”
“Oh, Christ. I forgot all about that.”
“Can you get a room at the Hills Motel? That would be most appropriate for what she wants.”
“Every time I see her, she’s watching me. I feel almost like I’m being stalked.”
“She’s always been a predator. She’s not used to being prey.”
“I haven’t been treating her that way.”
“No, I have. I’ve been teasing by telling her the price of having you in her pussy would be having her face between my legs. She’s only recently admitted that excites her a lot.”
“Well, I guess there’s nothing I can do but fuck her then. I definitely want to get her face between your legs.”
“You’re turning into as much a pervert as I am,” Chris giggled. I kissed her again and went home. Even after the terrific orgasm I had with Chris, I got hard when I thought about bending Hope over and jabbing my fingers into her pussy. I went to sleep with come drying on my chest.
Roxie invited me to have dinner at her home before our date Saturday night. I was a little worried about that. Parents have a way of trying to find out your intentions toward their little girl. My intention was to fuck Roxie, but I didn’t think that would fly very well with parents.
I needn’t have worried. Roxie’s parents and brothers weren’t home. It was just her and me.
“There’s a big livestock and agriculture show in Kansas City this week. It includes the FFA national convention. So, my parents and two brothers conveniently left the entire house to me to entertain the legendary Nate Hart,” she giggled.
“Roxie, honey, you started the legend. I was nothing before you started talking about what we did. You know, if a boy started talking like that, girls would hate him and he’d never get a date,” I said.
“Boys brag about what they did to a girl,” she responded. “It’s a whole different thing when a girl brags about a boy. Especially if she has no claim on him. Have you had fun with all the other girls in the studio?”
“I don’t talk about what I do with the girls in the studio,” I said.
“Which is why they keep coming. And coming and coming,” she laughed. “I’m just making burgers for dinner. I want you to have your energy. And not be too full, you know.”
“Burgers are great, Roxie. I didn’t mean for you to have to feed me tonight. I intended to take you someplace,” I said.
“Well, there are benefits to eating at Roxie’s Restaurant. Like you get to eat Roxie for dessert.”
“Roxie, I’d even eat you for an appetizer.”
“Oh, dammit, Nate. I was going to be completely in control and be demanding tonight and you’re already changing things around.”
She set a burger on a bun in front of me with a pile of potato chips and a Coke. It was basic food, but it was good. She sat beside me and we joked with each other about all that was happening in school and the studio. She told me what some of the other girls had said in the locker rooms and in Home Ec.
“No one wanted to believe Mary when she said you talked her into a climax, but this week Hope agreed that was exactly what you’d done while posing her and telling her what a bad girl she was for seducing Phil in the library. She made it sound like she was coming while you were taking pictures.”
I just nodded. I wasn’t going to say anything that could in any way potentially damage one of those girls’ reputation. We finished our burgers and she guided me to the living room after we’d cleaned up our plates. She had a stereo and turned all the lights off except one lamp so we could dance.
Dancing led to kissing, and kissing led to fondling. I danced close to Roxie with her butt in my hands as she ground her pussy against me through our clothes.
About the time I had Roxie’s boob in my hand, she kissed me hard and whispered, “My room’s at the top of the stairs. Let’s go there.” I followed her luscious rump up the stairs and once in her room, I really started pouring it on. I remembered what a turn-on it had been for Patricia for me to rub her feet, so I took Roxie’s shoes off and gave her a foot massage that about had her limp as a noodle before I was finished.
I chose a different route than I’d used before and just continued the massage up her legs. While she lay back on her bed, I lifted one leg at a time and worked her calves over pretty thoroughly. She was just relaxing. Then I moved up to working on her thighs. That was considerably different. I rubbed her soft skin all the way up to her panties and didn’t make a big thing about avoiding her pussy when I was rubbing up the inside. I didn’t focus on it, but just casually touched it as I moved around the inside of her thighs and then up the back under her panties to squeeze and rub her butt. From my view, I could see a growing damp spot on her panties.
I moved up between her legs spread kisses all along her chest until I reached her neck and then her lips.
“Are you going to just fuck me now?” she husked.
“No, honey. We’re a long way from that. Now I’m going to undress you so I can really appreciate what you were trying to show me in the studio.”
“Undress me?”
“Yes. I’m going to take your clothes off you so I can kiss all over your body. I want to kiss your navel and your tummy and your breasts. I want to kiss your fingers and your arms and your shoulders. I want to roll you over and kiss every inch of your back, your neck, your butt. Roxie, I’m going to worship you. You are a goddess of sex and I will give you all the devotion tonight that you deserve.”
“Oh, God. I’m definitely going to come before we fuck.”
“I hope so. And not just once. Roxie, rumors travel two ways, you know. I’ve heard that you want me to fuck you until you pass out. Well, you are going to have a lot of orgasms before I ever put my dick in your pussy. Are you ready to come, baby?”
“Oh, yes. Do whatever you want to me. Kiss me, touch me, lick me, fuck me. I want it all. I’ll suck you and fuck you and kiss you. Whatever you want.”
By that time, I had her blouse and bra off and Roxie’s glorious tits on display. I punctuated my statements with kisses and sucking on her nipples, then pulled her skirt and panties off. I set about touching and kissing all of her, just as I said I would. Roxie was pretty well primed when I moved from kissing her lips to sucking her nipples while I diddled her clit with my fingers. Her first come was satisfying, but nowhere near what I was aiming for. I kissed my way down her body and moved to licking her slit and playing with her clit while I moved my fingers in and out of her tight channel. The next come was much better and I decided it was a good thing Roxie lived so far out in the country or she’d be heard screaming.
I stayed with my tongue on her clit and my fingers tickling the top of her channel until she had another smashing orgasm. I worked my way up her body again and kissed her lips. She was almost too spent to respond. I rolled her over and straddled her to massage her back and shoulders.
“Take your clothes off, Nate. They’re scratchy against my skin. Let me feel your skin against mine.”
“Absolutely, honey.” I slipped out of all my clothes. I didn’t bother to keep underwear on. I fully intended to fuck her. I straddled her again and laid my cock between her butt cheeks where its rigidity slid nicely up and down. I kept rubbing her shoulders and back, running my hands down her arms and sliding under her to hold her breasts.
A lot of Roxie’s pussy juices, and I suppose some of my saliva, had run down her crack from her pussy and my cock was sliding up and down it happily. Inevitably, however, I touched her asshole with the tip of my cock and snagged a little before sliding up through her wet crack. She gasped and I heard her moan, “Yesss.”
“You like having your little bottom hole played with, don’t you?” I whispered as I caught on it again and slid off.
“Yesss. I like that. Don’t shove too hard. Just play at it. It makes my clit tingle.”
I reached between us and found her pussy hole then slid down to her clit to ramp her up. I dragged more of the pussy lube up to her asshole and played there with my finger as she panted and rose toward another peak. I was hard as a rock and leaking precome like you couldn’t believe. I lodged my cock head against her back door and just bounced against it. The stimulation on the tip of my cock was intense. When Roxie started fluttering open and closed with her orgasm, the tip was caught in the ring of her anus and was rhythmically squeezed. That was too much for me and I started firing right up against her asshole. That feeling of my sperm jetting through her anus was enough to send Roxie rocketing up again and I felt her go limp.
I softened enough that I was no longer worried about maintaining contact and slid over to her side. As Roxie recovered, she began kissing me frantically. I kept stimulating her breasts and pussy.
“You came right up my butt!” she gasped. “I’ve never felt anything like that. I was afraid you were going to push into me, but it was just your come that went in. God! That was intense.”
“The best is yet to come, baby,” I said.
“You’re getting hard again. Is this it, Nate? Are you going to fuck me now?”
“I am. I’m going to put a condom on my cock and shove it all the way up into your pussy—farther than my fingers will reach. And it’s thicker than my two fingers. I’m going to stretch your pussy like you were afraid I’d stretch your ass. Do you want that, Roxie? Do you want me to be pumping in and out of your tight little pussy while I diddle your clit and maybe even press against your butt with my finger?”
“Oh, God, yes. You don’t need to use a condom.”
“What? Are you protected? On the pill?”
“Um… No. But it’s not likely I’d get pregnant. And if I did, it would be okay.”
“No, it wouldn’t be okay. It would ruin everything. Let me get dressed in my rubber and then we’ll play some more.”
“I just mean that… Well, I don’t think raising a family with you would be terrible, you know?”
“Think about what it would be like to raise a family by yourself when I’m gone,” I said. “We’ll use a condom.”
I figured it was dangerous enough to have my come leaking out of her ass. While I got the condom on, I grabbed a tissue and wiped down her butt. Then I rolled between her legs and slotted my cock at her entrance.
“Remember, there is absolutely no reason at all for you not to come while we’re fucking. You like the feeling of my fingers in your pussy. Now enjoy the feeling of my cock.”
I pushed into her and began sawing along as I rubbed her clit with my fingers. The idea of getting pregnant was shoved out of her mind as my cock was shoved in. Roxie became very active, thrusting up against me as I entered her and rolling us over so she was on top. She rode for glory and when she came again, she collapsed forward with her breasts in my hands.
I’d come just a few minutes before and wasn’t ready yet. Well, Roxie wanted to be fucked unconscious. I pulled her up to her knees, wiped leaking sperm out of her ass again, and pushed into her from behind. This was a great position to ride Roxie in. I loved her ass and I could reach her tits. I even reached around and found her clit again. It was so quick after her previous orgasm that Roxie never really ran down. She started screeching with every thrust, bucking against me, and driving me deep in her pussy. That’s where I was when she clamped down on me with all her might and howled. I started coming in the condom and pounded into her a couple more times.
Roxie collapsed forward and pulled away from my cock. I stretched out beside her and watched her sleep. Eventually, I dozed, too.
I woke up to find Roxie’s head lying on my stomach with my cock in her mouth, nursing me to full hardness again. I relaxed and just let myself enjoy being sucked by this sexy woman. I’d had my dessert, and in a few minutes, I gave Roxie hers.
It wasn’t the end of the night. Having started at her house with dinner, it was only ten when she sucked me dry. We continued to lie in bed for another two hours and I ate her to two more orgasms before I finally dressed and went home. Roxie never got out of bed after that last one.
Chris wanted a complete play-by-play report of Saturday night’s date, but she wanted it from Roxie. She got it, I was informed, in Roxie’s bed Sunday afternoon.
Apparently, it had been delivered rather one-sided as Chris did the licking while Roxie told the story. Chris considered herself off limits for another two days as far as her playground was concerned. Roxie, however, ended up in the same condition as when I left her Saturday night. It had been another first for her.
Patricia celebrated her eighteenth birthday on Friday the seventeenth and requested the presence of the other regular models for her ‘Playboy shoot’ in which I was to treat her as a Playboy model and shoot a series she could send to the magazine. She was convinced, however, that it should not only be appropriate for the magazine, but it should include my Attic Allure style.
Chris was scripting the shoot, Judy and Janice were in charge of costuming, Pris and Debbie were working on scenery and backdrops, and Ronda and Anna were working on recording the shots and dealing with the administrative assistance.
“First scene is the schoolgirl shot,” Chris shouted.
“Schoolgirl!” Anna called and stepped in front of the camera with the chalkboard that said “Schoolgirl.”
Patricia approached in a familiar outfit from the photo shoot we’d done for Tony’s birthday last spring. She had her hair in pigtails and a plaid miniskirt with a little white sweater. She wasn’t wearing makeup or Chris had done such a subtle job of it that it looked like no makeup at all. In the scene, she used the fainting couch to curl up on and take several different poses. Most notable, however, was the prop she used: a 1960 Playboy magazine. As I took pictures and worked different angles and lighting, Patricia mimicked poses of the playmate of the month. I’m not sure what she did with her boobs, but they certainly didn’t stand out like I’d grown to know and love.
Chris narrated the scene.
“Since she was ten years old and came across her father’s collection of Playboy magazines, Patricia has dreamed of becoming a Playboy model. She’s practiced her poses, grown her hair, and even worked on her figure. After years of practice, we’re pleased to see what’s become of our new eighteen-year-old model.”
“Scene one. That’s a wrap,” Ronda called as I changed film. Patricia ran to get her next outfit on as Pris and Debbie changed scenes under Chris’s direction. They continued with the plain backdrop and moved in a dressing table, chair, and mirror. They put a variety of makeup bottles and such on the table. Patricia seated herself and Chris brushed out her hair. I think it was the longest I’d ever seen it, falling below her shoulders.
“Scene two. Ready to debut,” Chris called. Anna paraded with the chalkboard and I took the picture for the roll. Then I started working with the lights, the angles, and the distance to take Patricia’s pictures as if she was making up. It was soon evident that Patricia was not wearing anything under the fluffy robe and I was able to get a shot over her shoulder that showed her in the mirror with the robe parted and showing her cleavage all the way down to her navel. It was beautiful and it was obvious that she had a lot more to display than what was hinted at in the school girl photo.
“Now Patricia is eighteen and ready to show the world what she’s got. As you can see, she’s got a lot more of what was only hinted at in her schoolgirl photos. Patricia’s flawless skin requires very little makeup. Her cobalt eyes are all the accent needed to define her Scandinavian heritage. When you look deeply into them you are likely to see your own soul reflected. But it’s time now to see her ready to go out for a night on the town.”
“Scene Two. That’s a wrap,” Ronda called, and everyone went to work as I changed film again. The next scene would take place in front of the windows and drapery. The girls hung the mirror ball and lit it so it would reflect on the background drapes. I directed them to bring it just a little lower so I could get it in a photo without showing our ceiling. I set lights so I could get good light without any washing out the reflections on the drapes. The window would provide nice backlight at this time of day, without glaring and messing up the interior light. The vision that came out of the dressing room was enough to drop the jaw of any male reader between fifteen and eighty. Patricia was beautiful.
She wore a pale blue gown that hugged her like a second skin. It made her eyes look even more intense. It was backless with only a thin strap across the shoulders to hold it on. There was absolutely no evidence of a bra. The front view confirmed that it was only Patricia’s perky nipples under the single layer of stretchy fabric. The dress was slit up the left leg, just to the outside of the center of her thigh, all the way to her hip bone. In certain positions it would be obvious that she wore no underwear, even though you couldn’t actually see her pussy. She wore spike heels that just emphasized the shape of her calf and the length of her leg. She carried a champagne glass. Topping it all off was a rhinestone tiara.
“Scene Three: The Debutante,” Chris called. Anna stepped forward with the chalkboard and we were underway again. Patricia had several poses and at one point changed the champagne glass for a bouquet of roses. Before I got to the end of the roll, some hidden latch was undone and the front of her dress fell to free one incredibly beautiful boob.
“When Patricia made her debut, the young men were breathless. They could finally see what had changed in Patricia’s eight years of training to become a Playboy model. And when they saw what she had become, it was hard to explain why they’d ignored this beauty all through high school. But Patricia had bigger fish to fry than these little boys.”
“Scene Three. That’s a wrap,” Ronda called. I changed film and we all took a break.
Mimicking Pris’s birthday party, we sat at the table in the studio for birthday cake and pop. Patricia was given the place of honor on my lap and I was privileged to caress her still-exposed breast.
“What are we doing next?” Debbie asked.
“Well, Scene Four has already been shot. It will be the picture of Patricia on the motorcycle that Nate took a year ago. We don’t have to worry about the fact she wasn’t eighteen because it wasn’t explicit at all,” Chris explained. Then “we’ll be reshooting some of Patricia’s favorite scenes from the past year and a half. The original photos can’t be used because little Patricia couldn’t wait until she was eighteen to get naked in front of the camera.”
“Who among us could?” Judy asked. “He even had me naked before I turned seventeen. And Janice was ready to get naked the day she met him.”
“I’ve settled down, though,” Janice said. “I’ll still get naked on demand, but I’ve kind of got my heart set on Pete.”
“You can marry him,” Judy said, “as long as I can still fuck him. I’m thinking I don’t want a guy of my own. It’s too messy. So, as long as we can still share, you marry him and have babies and all that. I’ll just be his spare.”
“That works for me,” Janice said. “We started sharing him, I’m not going to get stingy on my best friend.”
“What about you, Patricia,” Pris asked. “Doesn’t Tony object to Nate feeling you up?”
“Did Chris object to Nate feeling you up?” Patricia laughed. “Tony isn’t quite at the point of sharing me with Nate, but he says this is where I can get kissed and touched. Just not fucked. I don’t have a problem with that. I found out that it’s true that Nate can give me an orgasm without even touching my pussy. And thank you, Chris and Ronda. That really makes this a lot easier on me.”
“I think I’d want to be there if Nate fucked you,” Ronda said. “I’d sort of want to make sure you were getting satisfied.”
There were some cat calls about that, but each of the girls were planning a session much like Patricia’s and Pris’s for their own eighteenth birthdays. Everyone except Ronda and Chris. I hadn’t taken a posed picture of either of them since we started going together.
We decided we all had energy for one more scene and Patricia wanted to reproduce her ghost scene from the previous Halloween. We pulled down a black backdrop and set up the table with a skull and a black cat. We brought down the church window wireframe that I’d also used for my mother’s photo. We had a candle and a few cobwebs strung from the window. Once I got the lighting where I wanted it, I had Chris call the scene and Anna give me the chalkboard. Then I cleared the set of people and took a long exposure photo of just the setting. I tried a couple of f/stops and then I was ready for Patricia. Chris called the scene again.
“Scene Five: A ghostly presence.”
Patricia entered in her nearly transparent gown with her makeup done in gray. Chris gave her the candle and lit it. I repositioned a light slightly so I got a better view of her tits through the gown. Then I took several exposures of the pose with slightly different expressions, pulling the candle closer or holding it higher. This was a scene in which I couldn’t really move the camera because I needed the background for a double exposure. That gave me an idea and for the last shot, I photographed the background again and then tripped the counter without advancing the film. I called Patricia back into position and had her hold very still as I shot a second exposure. We’d see if that worked.
“Scene Five. That’s a wrap,” Ronda called. “That’s all for today. We do the last three scenes at two o’clock tomorrow afternoon. Get a little rest. These will be the nude shots and we want you looking bright and fresh and beautiful, Patricia.”
“As if you could possibly look any other way,” Debbie said.
Anna gave me the exposed rolls, each of which had been labeled with the date and scene number. I’d get working on that pretty quickly on Monday.
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