Shutter Speed
19
Prom
I GOT LAUNDRY DONE and headed to the studio early. This was the day we were to celebrate Judy’s birthday with her photoset. I got the bus changed over from seats to the mattress in preparation for my date with Chris that night. Then I leaned the mattress up against the wall so Judy would have room to use the back as a dressing room. We were going to do location work for her shoot and I loved the concept. Both Patricia and Mary Lamonte had agreed to participate and it was going to be a great addition to the gallery show.
Judy arrived with her costumes and hung them in the back of the bus on a rod across between the windows. We were lucky that the rain had stopped, but the ground was still pretty wet. We stopped toward the back of the cemetery in the ‘pioneers’ section. The oldest graves in Tenbrook were located here.
“I’ll go find the grave and get set up,” I said.
“Oh, no! You can’t,” she said. “You need to help me get ready. You know no one else is coming out here until Patricia and Mary come here. You’ll need to help me dress and get my costumes on.”
“I will?” I looked at her blankly and she returned my gaze as if I were some kind of idiot. It dawned on me that I probably was. I trotted around to the passenger side and stepped into the back of the bus with Judy, closing the door behind us. Judy immediately turned away from me and asked me to help her out of her shirt and slacks. Yes, ma’am.
When I stepped behind her and took hold of the hem of her shirt, she leaned back against me so that I had to work the shirt up between us. That meant a lot of contact between my hands and her otherwise bare skin. I finally got it off of her and she pulled my hands around to cover her breasts.
“I hardly slept at all last night, thinking about this. Don’t hesitate to touch any bare flesh you come in contact with. Okay, Nate?”
“Judy, you know I’ll do pretty much whatever you want for your birthday. I love your breasts.”
“Then help me out of my pants, too,” she said.
I ended up opening the sunroof so we could stand up enough to get clothes off and on her. I wondered if Anna had considered our inability to stand up when she was planning our after-prom. I slipped the old dress over her head. Judy wore nothing under her pioneer dress. It was tattered and worn, not an elegant gown by any means. It was a plain gray ankle-length dress with bare feet and a black shawl pulled up over her head. She wore a white apron with the outfit. She was as monochrome as the rest of the graveyard and as much as the black and white photograph I would take. She carried a simple bouquet of daisies. We located the tombstone of a guy who had fallen in the unrest with local Indian nations in the 1830s.
Judy squatted down, not quite kneeling on the wet grass. We worked on a couple of positions and I shot a different lens opening for the effects I was going to try to achieve. Judy’s dramatic photos would not show her face. But this was all about her costumes and the setting. The pioneer woman dress she wore was perfect for a rugged individual who had just lost her husband and perhaps had to dig his grave herself.
I took a total of six pictures once I had the angle correct. Then she stood aside and I took different exposures of just the headstone. We went back to the bus to change clothes.
I guess the Civil War dress must have been more complex, because it took me a lot longer to get her into it. Judy, in the back of the bus in just her panties, left a lot of exposed flesh for me to touch. And kiss. And suck on. Judy wanted as much attention as she could get. I’d enjoyed looking at these breasts since my first week in Tenbrook. Getting to touch them and lick them was a real treat.
Her dress this time was a little more formal. It was all black with buttons up the bodice. She wore simple black shoes under it. And petticoats. The skirt was much fuller than the pioneer skirt and obviously not meant to be a daily working dress. I wasn’t sure about the accuracy, but Judy seemed convinced that women of this era would not be wearing any kind of bra. I made sure her boobs were tucked in securely. She also wore a black veil and carried a lily.
We followed the same routine. I didn’t want every scene to have Judy in the same position, though that had been a thought initially. What I did need in order to make this work was a perfect alignment with the background. As soon as she was finished with her pose, she stepped away and I took a picture of the setting. Then it was back to the bus for a costume change.
I enjoyed taking this outfit off Judy, much more than putting the Spanish-American War costume on. When I had the dress and shoes off her, she stripped off her panties as well.
“Any exposed flesh,” she whispered.
Well, that left all of her body open for my touches and kisses. I managed to land a few kisses right on her slit, but didn’t do any excavating. She pulled on a pair of pantaloons and I had my first experience in strapping a woman into a corset. While I was at it, I got a few shots of her in the bus, wearing only the pantaloons and corset. Then we wrapped a tight-fitting black crepe top and skirt around her, and a black hat with a veil.
It was definitely the fussiest thing she had to wear all day. And being strapped into the underwear definitely affected her pose at the gravesite. She was stiff and seemed somehow less intimate in her pose. She carried gladioli.
Well, getting her out of the contraption was definitely more fun, though it had a world of buttons on both the blouse and the skirt. Then I had to unlace the corset and let her puppies out to play. I was sucking on one as I pushed her pantaloons down and started fingering her pussy in earnest.
“One more scene,” she whispered. “One more scene and then my naked body is yours to play with until the others get here.”
The reminder that the other models and girlfriends would be here soon got me moving and I started getting her into her World War I mourning outfit. This outfit was notable for its chest armor. Apparently, it was around this time that women were being sold bras as ‘a sensible alternative to corsets.’ It was not quite as large as the corset from the earlier era, but it was still a hefty piece of gear. The backstrap was about six inches wide and had seven hooks and eyes to hold it closed. The front concealed anything that looked like a human female shape. The skirt fell just above the ankle and she had blocky heels about an inch high. She wore bloomers under the skirt and a simple half-slip. Her butt was not nearly as well armored as her bust and I gave it a little squeeze as we got out of the bus.
We made our way to the World War I grave and she held poppies. Her black hat had a broader brim, and its hint of a veil covered only her forehead. We found the correct stone and I set up to take her picture. This was the last of the shots that would require a double exposure in processing. I wanted to get it right. The sky had remained overcast, so the light was good and balanced with no glaring shadows. We took the pictures and hurried back to the bus.
There was no pretense that we were changing costumes. I undressed Judy as quickly as I could and she pulled the mattress down from where it leaned against the wall to the floor where she could lie down on it. She spread her legs and I dove in to eat her. She tasted wonderful and I lapped all her juices I could, dipping into her vagina with my fingers to pull more of the yummy lube out. Judy had a couple of good orgasms and then tugged at me.
“Do it, Nate. Put your cock in me.”
“Really?” Was I the only man in the world who didn’t believe a girl when she said ‘fuck me’?
“We’re not in the studio. I lied to the others and told them we wouldn’t be finished until 1:00. It’s only 11:30. We can have ninety minutes with your cock in my pussy.”
“I thought you had a boyfriend.”
“I do. That’s how you know I’m not going to try to be your girlfriend.”
“But Pete…”
“Pete is going to marry Janice,” Judy said as she tore at my belt and zipper. “They say I’ll still be welcome as his extra playmate, but that will all change about the time she balloons up with their first kid.”
“When are they getting married?”
“They haven’t formalized it yet, but I’m willing to bet she’ll have a ring before the end of summer. Pete’s got another year of technical school so they might wait that long before they tie the knot.”
“Let me get a condom.”
“I’m safe. I’ve been fornicating. The church can’t damn me to another hell just for having contraception. Put it in and fill me up!”
I rolled between her legs and ran my cock through her abundant juices. Then I pressed at her entrance and slid into a very tight and slippery passage.
“Oh, God, Judy. I really never thought I’d be doing this.”
“Me either. Jesus, you’re big! When I first met you, I thought, ‘Here’s a weird guy on a bicycle. See if we can make him blush.’ Then you unslung your camera and I thought ‘Here’s a weird guy with a camera. Look sexy!’ I thought I’d die when I caught you looking at my nipples at the river. And then Janice convinced me to take the padding out of my swimsuit when you came over and I knew you were staring right at them. Now, I just undress and you’re welcome to look at them, squeeze them, lick them, suck them. Oh, Nate! I’m gonna come!”
I felt her building up to a good one and wasn’t quite ready to join her. I just kept pumping through her orgasm and riding her wave. I just kept fucking Judy.
“You didn’t come?”
“Not yet. You said we have ninety minutes.”
“I have a secret.”
“Really?”
“When Janice and I first got together with Pete, I thought I was going to stay a good Catholic. Janice doesn’t even know I let him come in my butt. You’ve been out enough times with Vicki that I’m sure you’ve tried her butt. If you liked it, you can do mine.”
“Really?” I seemed to be unable to believe anything I was hearing today.
“Really. I like it, but I like this way, too. Why don’t you try me? I’ve got so much juice running out of my pussy around your cock that you should be able to lube me up fine.”
I withdrew from her pussy and Judy started to roll over. I held her on her back and pushed her legs back so I could spread her lubrication onto and into her anus. I plunged one more time into her pussy before I lodged at her back door and pushed.
“Oh, God! Yes!” she shouted. Then she looked up at the open sunroof and clapped a hand over her mouth. As I worked my way deeper into her rectum, I bent forward to kiss her and Judy began ramping up for another orgasm. This time I was right with her and unleashed my load in her butt.
We stayed in that position for a while, but I was softening and eventually slipped out of her. She spotted the box of tissues and grabbed a handful to stuff up between her legs.
“You were so shy and body conscious when we first met, I didn’t think this could ever possibly happen,” I said as I continued to kiss and play with her breasts. “You’re almost a different person than when I moved here.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment. When we get back to the studio, we’ll take my senior portrait, then I want a full set of nudes.”
“Mmm. Usually there’s a break for cake and orgasms,” I laughed.
“Yeah, but I already had mine. My butt and my pussy are going to tingle all afternoon. Thank you for giving me my birthday orgasm. I couldn’t have done it in front of the other girls.”
We pulled ourselves together and dressed. I was set up over at William Lamonte’s stone when the girls got there. Mary was dressed in a black dress that was quite form-fitting. If I had to guess, I’d say that not only was she wearing a heavy duty bra, but also a girdle to hold her shape. The dress had black beadwork across the front. The length was a little below the knee and she had black hose and low heels on with it. She carried pink carnations to leave on her husband’s grave. She wore a pillbox hat and the black netting was actually on the hat and not on her face at all.
She was affable and quite willing to pay the honor to her husband, who wasn’t actually buried here, but the stone was prepared with her name already engraved next to his. I didn’t think she was any older than my parents. Probably not as old. I was sure my oldest sister was five years older than Billy.
I realized then that she’d worn the same dress on Memorial Day, though not with the two-inch heels she wore this time.
“I’ve tried to wear this every year,” she said. “It was a good reminder when I started to gain weight. I took the weight off. Shall we start?”
She brought a towel and spread it on the damp ground to sit on, then sat next to the stone. I stepped back and got the camera focused. As soon as I was a step away, I could hear her start talking to her dead husband.
“I bet you’re surprised I’m here just after Easter. The new photographer in town is doing a photo study and I’m dressed in the same dress I wore to your funeral. I know you would have liked it. I wouldn’t have done this, but that poor girl Patricia is sitting in the car waiting to come and have her picture taken with her husband. It’s so sad, Bill. Just like you and me. He was killed before he knew she was pregnant. I just wanted to be here for her.”
I was finished long before Mary had finished talking to her husband.
As soon as I had the camera loaded and set at Tony’s grave, Patricia got out of the car. I hugged her as we looked together at the new headstone. It had taken a couple of months before the stone was engraved and set. I guess they had to wait until the snow was gone and the frost was out of the ground.
I started crying when I saw that Patricia carried baby’s breath. It was hard to focus the camera with tears in my eyes. Tony’s grave was still a little muddy. Grass was just beginning to grow over the grave. Patricia stretched out and hugged the stone. She wore a shorter skirt that showed a lot of leg. Her blonde hair was uncovered and fell across her face as she wept for her husband.
As soon as I finished the pictures, I stepped back. That was apparently the signal my girlfriends were waiting for as the three of them swept in and wrapped Patricia in their arms. Mary came over and had a few whispered words with her and Patricia managed a weak smile.
Back at the studio, I focused on getting Judy’s senior portrait.
“I guess that’s the last of the senior pictures,” I said at last.
“Not quite,” Anna said. I was puzzled. “You need to set up for a picture of you. One of us can push the button, but you need to be in the picture.”
“Oh, crap. I forgot about that. I need to go get my jacket and tie.”
“Not to worry. Chris stopped by your house and explained the situation. Your mother picked out your suit, a clean shirt, and tie. Just go to the dressing room and get ready. It won’t take long to get this made.”
I did as I was told. I was only slightly surprised when Judy came into the dressing room with me to get me changed. I noted she brought a wet washcloth and towel with her and as soon as I had my trousers off, she lowered my briefs and carefully washed my cock, which responded to her ministrations by achieving hardness in her face. As soon as she was comfortable that I had been completely cleaned, she sucked my cock into her mouth and bobbed on me until I unleashed another load. For some reason it didn’t take very long this time. I got my suit and tie on and went out to sit for my portrait.
“Where’s your necklace?” Chris asked.
I hadn’t taken off the peace symbol since Patricia gave it to me, but I automatically tucked it into my shirt when I wore a tie. I tapped my chest where it was.
“Don’t you want it visible for your portrait?” she asked.
“Do you think they’d let it go?” I asked.
“You’re the one in charge of senior portraits. And I’m sure that Donna would pass it without comment.”
I grinned and fished the peace symbol out of my shirt and hung it around the outside of my collar. Anna was standing at the camera and shook her head. Chris went to look through the lens and they had a whispered conversation. She came back to me and pulled the cord back so she could tie a knot in it to shorten the length.
“Does no good to wear it for the photo if it’s too low to be seen,” she giggled.
“Tuck the cord up under his collar or something,” Anna instructed. “The knot and loop are visible.”
Chris tucked the loose end under my collar, examined me with the same care we’d used for all the portraits, and Anna pronounced it good. She’d been carefully observing what I’d done with portraits and advanced the film to take another as I obediently changed positions and expressions. It would be a miracle if I had a decent senior photo, but I was a photographer, not a model.
We stopped for cake and Judy sat on my lap. Then she jumped up and took her clothes off before sitting on me again. That was nice and I made sure I had a hand on her butt and occasionally caressed a breast.
“You aren’t wiggling around much,” Janice said. “Isn’t Nate giving you your birthday surprise?”
“I… um… already got mine. While we were waiting for you at the cemetery,” she said. “Sorry. I couldn’t do it in front of everyone. I mean… he’s touching my breasts right in front of you all. Isn’t that enough?”
“I know you’re not as conservative as you pretend to be,” Janice said. “But if you’ve had yours, then we might as well start getting your pictures.”
We moved to get ready and mostly, Judy just ran around naked being silly. When I finished a roll, I figured that was all there was to it, but Judy had another idea.
“Guys, I hate to get all sentimental, but I’m the last of the regular models to get my birthday pictures taken,” she said.
“Aw. The baby of the family,” Pris said.
“That was what I was thinking,” Judy continued. “Not about being the baby, but about being a kind of family. I mean, look at us. We’ve all grown and changed so much since we met Nate.”
“Some of us in more obvious ways,” Patricia snorted. She was getting back to enjoying the party after her emotional session in the cemetery. But her baby bump was certainly the most obvious way any of the girls had changed.
“Yes, and it just makes you more beautiful,” Judy said. “I was thinking, though, that we should have a family portrait of all of us together. Naked.”
“Oh! That’s a great idea!” Chris said, immediately starting to strip off her clothes. The other girls followed and I soon had the typical studio with eight naked girls running around.
“Wait!” Judy called. “Nate, too! He should be in our photo and just as naked as the rest of us.”
“Yes!” they hollered. I wasn’t going to get much choice in the matter and my clothes were soon lying in a pile as the girls decided which backdrop to use and what props. They finally chose the starscape backdrop and put the fainting couch in the foreground. We tried several different poses before I ever got film in the camera. We finally ended up with me lying on the couch and Patricia artfully draped over my middle so it wasn’t a straight porno shot of my cock.
The other girls gathered around with their favorite props. Chris had the ewer we’d used in her Greek Goddess pose. Anna had a shopping bag and sunglasses perched on her forehead. Janice and Judy had their ray guns out and stood back-to-back behind me. Pris took one of the book cover frames she’d put around her series and held it in front of her. Ronda held a martini glass. Debbie had a bunch of grapes and I set the 35mm camera on the couch in front of me. When we were satisfied that we had the pose right, I set the camera and put it on the timer so I could run around in front of it and get in position.
We had to try several times, and the girls decided they needed to use different backdrops, as well. They changed to the brick backdrop, the red spatter, the clouds, the abstract. And each time we took another couple of shots. I thought, surely this time we were actually through, but Patricia piped up.
“When Elizabeth was here, Nate and I posed together and then she posed with him. Each girl should have a separate photo of just the two of you. I mean, if you want it. I know the one of Nate and me will always be my treasured memory.”
They quickly agreed and we reset everything. I loaded more film and then, rather than have every photo look the same, we tried out a different position for me with each of the girls. I was glad Patricia came up with the idea, because I was going to treasure that set of photos for a long time.
The next weekend found me planted on the couch with Chris as I rubbed her tummy—and occasionally a breast—as we watched TV and just talked softly.
“You know, since I started on the pill, my cramps aren’t as bad as they used to be,” she said. “I still want you to hold me and rub my tummy, though. Is that okay?”
“Honey, you know it is. I think these monthly dates where we just sit together on the couch are among the most peaceful and romantic times we’ve had together,” I said.
“Even without fucking?”
“I love to make love to you, Christine, but just holding you in my arms and trying to be a comfort to you is something I will always remember and will always treasure.”
“You’re such a romantic.”
It was true. I was a romantic at heart. I had five girlfriends and had just recently fucked one of my models, but if I had to say my ideal, it would have been just Chris and me together for the rest of our lives. That kind of gave me a pang. Even as I was thinking of that, the images of Anna, Ronda, Patricia, and Elizabeth came through my mind and I knew that I felt nearly the same about each of them. I didn’t want to think of being without any of them. But it was all coming to an end or a beginning, soon.
Saturday morning early, Sandra was at the studio and we did her photos of puberty to young womanhood. Seeing her just once every couple of months did give me an opportunity to see her in a different light, so to speak. I could begin to see definite changes. These included her hair getting longer, her breasts getting a little bigger, and the shaving of her armpits, legs, and the hair around her pussy lips. She kept the hair above the lips looking pretty wild, but had shaved the area from her clit down.
“I decided that I wanted the top hair to continue to grow so it recorded how I was developing. But after looking at the photos of our last session, I realized that I needed to shave the lower area so I can get a better view,” she said.
“It is a clearer view,” I said, appreciating having her lying in front of me with her knees pulled back and her legs spread. I focused the camera from just two feet away.
“Um… Will you… um… spread my lips again and make sure everything is shiny with my lubrication?” she asked.
The previous time we’d been together, she’d asked me to open her because I could see what was exposed and she couldn’t. Oh, the tasks I had to complete as a photographer. Who would have imagined?
I gently stroked up and down her slit. Sandra had come the last time we were together, but it was by her own hand. I rather thought she was planning the experience again. I certainly wouldn’t mind giving it to her. I think, as much as she pretended this was all in the interest of science, Sandra got extremely excited about her sessions showing herself to me and letting me touch her. And as much as I tried to maintain an artistic detachment, I was hard as a rock as I gently separated her lips and looked up into her open pussy. God, it was beautiful!
“Is my hymen still intact?”
“Yes,” I said. I snapped the photo when she held her lips where I’d opened them. “It looks like the opening is a little larger.”
“I thought as much. I just can’t keep from playing with it. I keep trying to get as big an orgasm as I had when you watched me. I don’t think my hymen will last till the next time.”
“It will be interesting to see the difference.”
“Yes, but I will have missed a part of the experience. Nate, will you break my maidenhead?”
“What?”
“I don’t mean by fucking me, but if you would caress and rub me and then push your finger into me when I come and break my hymen, I’ll feel like I have had that portion of the experience of having a boy open my vagina,” she said.
“Are you sure you don’t want to save that experience for a boy that you’ve chosen to make love to?” I asked.
“Nate, I am still a long way from wanting a boy to stick his cock up my pussy. A long way. By the time that event occurs, the hymen will be long gone anyway. You know the percent of young women who actually have a hymen when they marry has gone way down. And it isn’t just because of premarital sex. Women today lead much more active lives than those of previous ages. My sister lost her hymen the first time she tried to do the splits. In gym class, we do tumbling and acrobatics, in addition to playing basketball and volleyball. All of that activity inevitably puts a strain on the hymen. And in addition to not being sedentary, girls today are more aware of their bodies and female masturbation is quite common among my classmates. Hymens get broken.”
“And you think that I should break yours,” I said.
“I think that if you excited my clitoris so that I was in the midst of an orgasm as you plunged your finger into my vagina, that the amount of physical pain would be more than compensated by the pleasure of coming. Then you could immediately take a picture of the freshly broken membrane. Please, Nate?”
“Just sit back and relax, Sandra. I think you should have the best orgasm ever.”
“Yes!”
She did relax and I started manipulating her clit and smearing her copious liquid around her clit and even tickling her asshole with it. That seemed to make her twitch and gasp as well. It really surprised her, though, when I bent to her middle and licked her clit.
“Oh, my God! You are giving me cunnilingus! I never imagined that you would stimulate me with such a wonderful feeling. Oh, Nate. I think I’m going to come on your tongue. Oh, right there! Yes! I can’t help myself. I’m… Oh!”
As soon as she hit her peak, I shoved my finger into her pussy and felt the membrane give way. I wasn’t completely sure she’d felt that as she nearly passed out from the orgasm. I backed up quickly and took the picture. I had to have her hold her lips open again so I was sure to get exactly the picture she wanted.
Later, in the darkroom, Sandra had leaned against me so I could fondle her breasts and describe any difference I could detect since the last time I had done so. Then she asked me to put my finger in her vagina again so she could just focus on the feeling of having it invaded without either the climax or the pain. She did not have a climax, but she was holding my cock in her hand and felt both the pulses and spreading moisture on my pants as I came while fingering her. She was very happy and went home with a new set of images that included her freshly opened pussy.
I had a date with Ronda that evening and went to pick her up so we could drive over to Fulton. It really wasn’t much farther to Fulton than to Dubuque, so I don’t know why we never thought to go there to see a movie. The town was about half the size of Dubuque, but it still had a movie theater and several restaurants. It even had a miniature golf course that we decided to play instead of going to the movie.
Anna had borrowed the bus earlier in the week, “to get it ready for prom night,” she said. It had been parked behind the studio since then, as I’d had no place I needed to go. When I looked in the back of the bus, I was blown away by the changes.
“Do you like your new camper?” Ronda asked when I picked her up.
“I’m a little blown away by it. Did you have anything to do with it?”
“Well, yes. Chris and Patricia and I went with Anna and figured out how to put it all together. The trickiest part was figuring out how the rear seats fold down. The Kombi was built to take larger cargo than the microbus. We went to the VW dealer in Dubuque and he showed us all about how to do a simple camper conversion. Once the seats were folded down, we could put the air mattress on it. When you open the doors, you’ll find storage under the bed for the grill, charcoal, ice chest, and backpacks. It won’t be much good in rainy weather because you’d have to eat in the front seat. And you can’t cook inside, of course. But there’s a surprise feature that Anna will show you. We even devised a way to put electric lanterns in so when all the curtains are pulled, you can still have light inside.”
“You girls are amazing!”
“And I get the maiden voyage, so to speak. Take me to a good parking place and we’ll have fun in the back.”
We did have fun in the back. I was worried about having a first time with Anna that wasn’t comfortable, but with the extended length of the bed over the engine compartment as well as the seats, it wasn’t bad at all. Ronda and I gave it a workout. It was hard to get into any position that required the top person to be partially upright because the roof wasn’t that high. If the weather was good, though, as it was that night, we could open the sunroof and have extra headroom. I thought I might be able to put some kind of tent on top and have it open when we wanted to camp.
I lay on the bed with Ronda in my arms after we’d made love and whispered together as we looked up at the stars through the trees down by the river.
“Why did I fall in love with you?” Ronda whispered. “I didn’t intend to. I thought being able to be with Christine was worth having you around. And you could dance, which was a big plus. And then, oh God, you could sure fuck. And when Chris broke up with you at first, I thought, fine. I was still with Christine and you could do what you wanted to. But then I thought, ‘I want you.’ Isn’t that strange? I didn’t want to break up. Well, it turns out Christine didn’t really want to either, but she didn’t want to be tagged as going steady.”
“But you asked her to prom and she agreed—without me,” I said.
“Nate, do you think we’d cut out a girlfriend of yours? Us going as a couple left you free to ask Anna. We all knew Patricia wouldn’t go. But to leave out Anna?” she said. “Geez! If she showed even the slightest inclination of being interested in girls, we’d have suggested a foursome. But Anna doesn’t need extra girls as spectators.”
“I know you’re right. Sometimes I just feel so clueless. Life happens all around me and I just go where the current takes me.”
“Nate, the current didn’t take you to Tony’s aid when the constable was beating him up. It didn’t take you to stand in front of the draft board and declare yourself a conscientious objector. It didn’t make you patrol streets in Chicago with gang members when King was killed. It didn’t make you go into the principal’s office and defend Patricia,” Ronda said. “I admit that we girls tend to chart a direction we want things to go and maneuver you around until you go there. But that’s really a tiny part of your life. A life we—I desperately want to be a part of. Like right now, I’ve been stroking your cock during this whole conversation. You’re hard as a rock. But you get a say in where you want to put it now. Do you want me to keep stroking it until you spray all over my boobs and face? Do you want to put it in my mouth and make me swallow all your come? Do you want to fill my hot wet pussy?”
“Hmm.” I raised an eyebrow.
“I get some choice, too. You can play around my butthole, but no trying to get into it. I do like you to play with it, though.”
“Did I ever tell you how I played with Roxie’s?”
“No! Did she let you fuck her ass?”
“Not exactly. It was fun, though. Want to try?”
“Yeah. As long as you don’t actually push in.”
I pulled Ronda up in front of me as we lay on our sides. I did a lot of stroking through her wetness—her own lube mixed with my previous deposit in her pussy. I dragged a lot of it back to her crack and then thrust into her pussy a few times. I started sliding up and down between her butt cheeks as I reached around to diddle her clit. I was just rubbing up and down over her anus as I slid through her crack. It was just enough stimulus to keep her mounting as I nibbled on her back and shoulders.
“Mmm. That’s nice. Oh!”
As I pulled back and slowly slid forward, the tip of my cock caught on her hole and then slid past. I took a couple more strokes before I caught the tip again. I bumped against it a couple of times and then slid past. That amount of stimulation was definitely getting Ronda hot. I could feel her muscles relaxing and contracting as I pulled back further and slid into her pussy. I didn’t stay there though. On the next stroke, I slid through her crack again. I was beginning to get close and I thought Ronda was, too. The next time I caught on her asshole, I held there bouncing slightly for the pressure as her anus fluttered open and shut, capturing the tip of my cock in its grip. That was all I could take. I started shooting, as I pressed hard on her clit with my finger and Ronda started to come. Her butthole was really doing a number on the tip of my cock, and even though I didn’t try to go further into her, not a drop escaped being shot up into her.
“Oh, my God! You came in my butt!”
“But I didn’t go into it,” I said innocently.
“I can still feel you there. Your come shot up inside me.”
“And you are still fluttering down there as if you want to milk more out of me.”
“Don’t push. Just stay there a minute. It’s like you’re halfway in me, but it’s the soft part at the end of your cock and not the hard part below. It’s not much different than your finger. Oh, geez! How can I possibly tell Chris you came in my butt? She wouldn’t believe it. Did you like it?”
“Oh, hell, yeah. It was really stimulating.”
“Maybe that means you’re gay and want to fuck a boy! Or, like me, you’re bi and want both a boy and a girl!”
“Honey, I can’t think of a single boy whose ass turns me on. But when I see you or Anna or Patricia or Christine walk down the hall in front of me, I think, Oh, I’d like to be cuddled up against her with my cock ready for action and her boobs in my hands.”
“That’s your girlfriends. What happens when you see Vicki walking ahead of you?”
“I think, I’d like to be fucking that ass,” I laughed. “But that’s still a girl.” I carefully did not mention fucking Judy in the ass. No sense complicating matters.
“We could do one more time where your cock is meant to go,” Ronda whispered.
So we did.
Prom was really fun. Anna and I danced almost every number and talked with friends between. At eleven o’clock, though, she leaned in close to me.
“I’m ready to leave,” she whispered.
“Um… You want me to take you home?” I teased.
“No. I made us a reservation.”
That was the first I’d heard of that part. I followed her directions as well as I could concentrate as she took off her prom dress in the front seat and slid on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. She directed me through a gate marked Pallas RV Park about fifteen miles east of town. I followed her directions to a little campsite and shut down the bus. I joined her at the back doors.
“Ronda didn’t know about everything,” Anna said. “When you mentioned putting a tent over the top of the sunroof, it gave us an idea.” She pulled a tent out from under the bed and with only a little fussing around, we got the umbrella tent set up. It was obvious that Anna had practiced this a few times because she knew exactly where everything was supposed to go. The tent had a special flap that was made to join the tent to your vehicle. It was really made for a station wagon, but it worked fine with the bus. From the rooftop carrier, she got down an aluminum table and two chairs, then pulled out the ice chest. By midnight, when everyone else was leaving the prom, we were camped out at an RV park with the lanterns lit and our clothes being pulled off and hung on the rack inside the door.
“This is really amazing, Anna,” I said as I held her and kissed her before we crawled into the van and our new comfy bed. The weather was dipping down near freezing but we were amazingly toasty in our tent and camper. “It must have cost a fortune, though. I need to repay you for it.”
“It wasn’t that bad when split five ways,” Anna said.
“Five ways?”
“All your girlfriends chipped in and we are all hoping for outings this summer. Maybe even to Canada. You’ve talked since before you got the van about how you needed to establish regular trips across the border. With a good quality zip-together sleeping bag, we should be able to even go camping in the winter. We have everything we need.”
“Oh, Anna, I love you so much.”
“Show me, Nate. Kiss me. Touch me. And make love to me. I went to Dubuque with Chris and Ronda in February and got on the pill. We don’t need to use a condom. You can just come in my vagina. I want to feel that, Nate. I want to feel your hot jets of semen spraying my insides. I’ve dreamt about this night for a hundred years,” she said.
“Really? A hundred years?”
“It’s the night of my deflowering with my lover,” she answered. “Allow me to wax poetic.”
There was a lot more poetry that night, whether intended or not. We didn’t get straight to the main event, but it seemed it didn’t take all that long before I held my naked girlfriend in my arms and slid my cock through her slippery folds and deep into her pussy.
“Oh, Nate. If I cry a little, it’s not because I’m hurt or unhappy. I’m just so overwhelmed with the feeling of being one with you that I’m too happy to keep the tears inside.”
“I love you, Anna. I’m so happy we’ve reached this point in our lives and that I’m making love to the sweetest girl I’ve ever met,” I said. “I want to love you forever.”
“We’ll make it. With Chris and Ronda and Patricia and Elizabeth. We’ll make our own happiness and our own forever.”
We stayed out all day Sunday and all night. We cut classes Monday and stayed out Monday night. We got up early in the morning on Tuesday and broke camp. By some miracle we made it to school on time, even though after we’d stowed everything, we got in bed and made love one more time.
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