Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. I work as a photographer - from home -- using my living room and a bedroom as my studio and a second bedroom as my virtual darkroom. It's a good living, with interesting people and an outlet for my creativity. I love to have people in front of my camera but sitting in front of a computer monitor for hours on end can become tedious. When I can't take the sitting any more I walk. I walk around the block or through a nearby park or even to a mall a half mile away. It was on one of those walks, early one summer evening, that I met Cindy, a ten-year-old girl skateboarder. She was walking, too, and carrying her skateboard, which I found curious enough to ask her why. "'Cause it's broken," she answered. "Where?" "Here. The wheel's loose," she said, turning it over and pointing to where one of the trucks was dangling loosely. "That's a shame." I bent down to look at it more closely --- and to get a closer look at this cute, if somewhat pudgy, young girl: a freckled face, dirty blonde hair that needed washing and a decent haircut, a tank top, showing a couple of nice mounds on her chest and Daisy Duke short shorts that left a lot of leg out in the open and so tight that they showed some of the crease between her legs. Lots of freckles on her face; black high-top tennis shoes. Basically, a sexy but unwashed Norman Rockwell kid. "Yeah. Now I can't use it 'til I get it fixed." "So, there must be plenty of places where they sell and repair skateboards." "Yeah, but they cost money." "...And you don't have any?" "No." "How 'bout your mom or dad?" "I just have a dad and he won't give me any. He says it's not something we can afford." "That's a shame.," I said again. But an idea had begun to form -- an idea that I wasn't really comfortable with but which took over my brain nonetheless. "Let me look at it again." She showed me the board again and I could quickly see that a nut had fallen of a bolt and the wheel truck had slipped off as well. The bolt was still there. All it needed was the missing nut and a little tightening. "I think I can fix it," I said. "You could?" Her face brightened and then fell. "But, like I said, I don't have any money." "I'm not asking for money." "Maybe I could give you a blowjob," she said, matter of factly. "A wha.....?" I stammered. "A blowjob," she repeated. I was still rocked. "Ummm...I.....it's....I mean....uhhh...How do you know about blowjobs?," I said, still completely out of words appropriate for the occasion. "Everyone knows about blowjobs," she answered, as if I was a complete dummy. "Not at ....how old are you, anyway?" "Ten. So you gonna fix it?" "Yeah," I said, recovering. "And you'll give me a blowjob?" "Sure." "So, Miss 10-year-old know-it-all, how do you know about blowjobs?" "My daddy taught me and I watched some of his movies." "So you suck his dick?" "Yeah." She was saying all this without any discomfort whatsoever. "So, where do you live?" "Not far," I said. "I was gonna walk to the mall mainly for the exercise." "Oh. I just been there." "I see. Well, I don't really need to go there today. What say we walk to my house. I have some tools and I probably have the nut that fell off." An assortment of images was flashing through my mind. I saw this girl naked in my studio. I saw her on her knees, her head bobbing on my cock. I saw her in my bed, legs over my shoulders as I pumped my seed into her. But then I realized I was getting ahead of myself. She might just want to unzip my fly, pull my cock out and slurp on it for a couple of minutes. "Ok." "What's your name, honey?" I pointed the way and we started to walk. "Cindy. What's yours?" "John." "Are you married?" "No. I was but it didn't work out." "What happened?" "She didn't like sex as much as I do," I lied. Truth be told, we had married at 18, high school sweethearts, but by 30, we had become different people. She still wanted to go out every night drinking and dancing while I wanted more quiet nights at home -- in bed with her. She liked the chase; I liked the prize. I still like pussy more than enything else I can think of. I like to smell it, taste it and, of course, slide my big cock up into a hot, wet, tight one. I hadn't really thought about sex with an underage girl -- well, not since Jr high school -- but I was already imagining how sex with Cindy would feel. "So, you're ten?" "Yeah -- almost eleven." "And how long have you been sucking cock" "I dunno. A couple years, I guess." "Just your dad's?" "Yeah." Then she added, " Well... I sucked some others', too." "Guys at school?" "Yeah." "So, did you fuck 'em, too?" "No. I just sucked 'em." "And that was it?" "Yeah. They wanted to fuck me but I wouldn't let them." "Why not?" "I don't like fucking." "So, have you tried it?" "Yeah. My dad made me do it once." "And you didn't like it." "No. It hurt and I was bloody down there." "Well, first, you were a virgin and it's common to bleed a little when you break your hymen." "It scared me." "Didn't he get you ready?" "Whattaya mean?" "I mean, didn't he play with your pussy...maybe lick you a little first." "No. Was he supposed to?" "YES, he was supposed to. That's the reason it hurt you. Fucking should feel good. I think it's absolutely the best feeling in the whole world." "It doesn't hurt?" "No. Not the way I do it." "Oh." Cindy was quiet for a while as we walked. "So, no one has ever tried to make YOU feel good?" "You mean buy me presents and stuff?" "No. I mean lie down with you and be gentle, touching and kissing you and giving you a blowjob." "How can someone give me a blowjob. I ain't got no cock, just a pussy." "A pussy is all you need. And any guy who gets a blowjob should be willing to do the same for you." "That doesn't make sense." "It will, if you let me." "Let you do what?" "Let me make you feel good." "Ok. But I don't understand how you can give me a blowjob." "Yeah. It's not actually a blowjob. You're right. But a guy can lick and suck a girl's pussy and it feels just as good as a blowjob." "That's gross!" "Why?" "That's where I pee." "Yeah. And a cock is where a guy pees." We were getting close to the house now. "Yeah, but there's just this little hole and I got a big hole." "Doesn't make any difference. If it's clean -- I mean, if you wash it -- it's fine." "My dad's cock tastes nasty." "Does he bathe before you suck it?" She laughed. "No. He comes home from work with a bottle of vodka, we have dinner and watch TV. When he finishes the bottle he always wants me to suck his dick for him before he goes to bed." "Every night?" "Yeah. Almost. Some times he gets so drunk he falls asleep on the sofa and doesn't wake up till morning, so I don't hafta." "That's not good." We walked a little more without speaking. "So, how does your cock taste?" "I've never tasted it but the girls who've sucked it seemed to enjoy it." Another short pause. So, if I suck you, will you suck me -- like you said?" "I'd be happy to. If you're sucking your dad, he should be doing the same for you. That's why it hurt when he tried to fuck you." "Oh." "Haven't you ever played with yourself -- your pussy." "Yeah, sometimes." "And it gets all wet, doesn't it.?" "Yeah." "And it feels good, doesn't it?" "Yeah." "Well, a guy is supposed to play with a girl's pussy until it gets all wet and open and ready for him." "And it doesn't hurt?" "Well, it could hurt the first time, 'cause girls have what's called a hymen. So, when a guy sticks his dick, or even a finger, in there for the first time, it can hurt -- if she hasn't already broken it herself. After that, it feels good. In fact, it feels better than anything you've ever done." "No foolin'?" "No foolin'. You said you made yourself feel good but I can tell you, it feels even better if someone does it for you." Do you do that sometimes?" "I LOVE to do that. "Would you play with my pussy?" "I'd be very happy to." "And then would you fuck me?" "If you'd like me to." "I would if it doesn't hurt." "It won't hurt. We were in front of my house by this time. We turned up the walk. "Nice house," she told me." "Thanks." "I live on the next street." "How come I've never seen you?" "I don't usually ride my skateboard during the day." "You ride at night?" "Yeah. That's how I stay away from my dad. I tell him I'm going out with some of the other kids in the neighborhood." "And he doesn't object?" "Shit, no. He's usually too drunk to care. When he gets drunk all he wants to do is watch TV and try to fuck me." "But you don't let him?" "No. I told you. It hurts." "So, do you ever mess around with the neighborhood kids?" "Sometimes." "And what do they do for you?" "They buy me stuff." "Like....?" "Like sodas and ice cream." "Do you ever suck dicks just for fun?" "Nope. But sometimes I'll suck one for a dollar so I can buy something I want." "What do you buy?" "Clothes, usually." "You can buy clothes for a dollar?" "No. Shit, mister, don't you know anything?" "Well, I wasn't sure what you meant. So you suck lots of dicks?" "Yeah." We were at the front door. I unlocked it and motioned Cindy inside. We went into the garage as I explained what we were going to do to fix the skateboard. I always have a jar or two of nuts and bolts, nails and screws on my workbench and it didn't take long to find the right sized nut and lock washer. I tightened them and handed the board back to her. It hadn't taken more than five minutes. "Thanks, mister." she said, smiling and trying the board on the garage floor. "Works fine." Then she looked at me and asked, "So, where do you want to do this?" "Do what?" "I'm gonna suck your dick, like I said." "The 'quid pro quo.'" "The what?" "Quid pro quo." "What's that?" "That's when someone does something in return for a favor: you do something for me; I do something for you." "What's it called?" "Quid pro quo." "What kinda language is that?" "It's Latin. Nobody speaks Latin any more but it's still used by lawyers and doctors and scientists." "Why?" "Well, people speak hundreds of languages around the world and they needed a way to talk to one another so they chose Latin, which was the language of the early romans and later by the church. Everyone in science knew Latin, so they could talk to one another using Latin when they didn't understand each others' language." "Cool." "But, today, english is the universal language and we're lucky because we already speak it. So Latin has almost disappeared because everyone speaks english." "Not everyone." "What do you mean?" "We got some russian kids in my school who don't speak english." "Not at all?" "Not at first. There's some kids in 2nd and 3rd grades who hafta take special classes so they can learn it." "Well, I should have said that business people and scientists speak english -- grownups." "Oh. Ok. So, where we gonna do this?" "Wherever you want." "You got a TV and a big chair?" "Yeah." "Ok. Let's go there. That way it'll be just like every night." "When was the last time you had a bath?" "Why?" "'Cause I think the reason your daddy's dick tastes bad is that he doesn't wash it often enough." "He don't bathe much." "I thought so. And when was the last time you washed yourself?" "I dunno. Couple days." "A couple...like two?" "Maybe longer." "Ok then. Before we do this we're gonna get ourselves clean and sweet smelling." "Do we hafta?" "We do," I said firmly. "Tell you what. We'll bathe together; that'll make it fun. I'll wash you and you wash me." She laughed. Is that like the 'Quiz' thing?" "You mean quid pro quo?" "Yeah." "Yes, it is. I do you and you do me." "Ok. Sounds fun." "Do you usually take a bath or a shower?" "A bath, 'cause I can soak until the water gets cold." "Ok. So let's take a bath together?" "Can we do that?" "Sure. Why not?" "'Can we both get into the bath together? I mean is it big enough?" "Dunno. Never tried it. I usually shower." I led Cindy to the bathroom. "Are you ok getting undressed in front of me?" "Umm. I guess so. I'm gonna see your dick soon anyway." I started running water in the tub. "Good attitude." She seemed just a little nervous as we disrobed together. I noticed she wasn't wearing any panties when she dropped her shorts. I don't wear underwear as a matter of course, so my hard cock sprung out as soon as I undid my pants. Cindy sat on the closed toilet to untie her shoes and, as she removed them, her feet were dirty. I figured it had to be a week or two since she last bathed. But, when she stood again, her figure was cute beyond belief. She had the beginnings of a waist and hips and her legs, while not slim, were lovely. She still had what most call 'baby fat,' the soft, rounded cherubic shape of a tot. But her chest those two very nice low conical breasts, each topped by a small pink nipple and aureole. She was nervous but not enough to cover herself. We stared at each other, she at my cock and me at her boobs. "My dad's is bigger," she said. "What?" "My dad's dick is bigger," she said again." I looked down at mine. "That's not something you should ever tell a man," I said. "Why not?" "Because every man wants to think that his is the biggest, best-looking cock in the world." "Why" "Because it's our manhood." "What's that?" "It's how we view ourselves. We like to think that we're handsome and virile and irresistable to women -- and that we have big dicks." "Whatever," she groaned. "But I like it." Then she added, So how do we do this?" "Hmm. We'll have to figure it out as we go. Maybe I should sit first and then you sit in front of me." We climbed into the tub and found that we did indeed fit. Whether we could wash ourselves was another question. I soaped up a washcloth and used it to wash her arms and chest but I missed the tactile feeling of my hands on her breasts, so I dropped the cloth and just used soapy hands to was those. What a delightful feeling her wet, slippery boobs gave me as I rubbed them up and down and around. "How's that feel?" I asked. "Feels nice. This is how Daddy used to wash me when I was a little girl." "Lean forward so I can wash your back." She did and I used the washcloth again to wash it. "Bring your knees up so I can wash your legs." This was a little more difficult. "Maybe you should stand." "Ok." She stood and faced me, my face now just inches from her pussy. I could see a few blonde hairs growing just above her cleft and her clitoral hood at its apex -- peach fuzz. My cock twitched in anticipation. "Lift your foot." I held it with one hand as I scrubbed it carefully, including between the toes. The dirt melted away. Then the other. Finally, I used my hands and the wash rag to wash up each leg, stopping just below her pussy. "I think the wash rag will be too rough when I wash your pussy," I said as I dropped it back into the water and stroked my middle finger through her slit." "Oooh!" she said, lifting her body up on tiptoes as my finger touched her clit. "Did I hurt you?" "No." "Feel good?" "Yeah." "Move your feet apart," I said. There wasn't much room but she widened her stance as much as she could in the narrow tub. She had a little tummy, probably from lack to exercise for the stomach muscles. A few situps would cure that. I lifted handsful of soapy water to her crotch and tried to make sure she was squeeky-clean. Not much good, so I went back to the wash cloth method, scrubbing her pussy with the soapy cloth. This didn't seem to please her much but she was what I would call "edible." (And I intended to test that theory very soon.) I scrubbed until she was beginning to turn red there. "Turn around so I can wash your butt. When she did, I saw the cutest little round, tight butt ever. That she still had a little baby fat made it round and soft -- and inviting. I just used my hands to rub and massage that gorgeous little butt of hers, periodically sliding my finger up between her legs to quickly graze her pussy. I probably overdid it but she made no protest. I'm sure she knew I was getting my jollies from fingering her and seemed ok with it. "That should do it," I told her after a couple minutes of fondling her.. "Now it's your turn to do me and then, later, we can turn on the shower and wash our hair." "Ok," she said. "You sit now," I said as I stood in front of her, my cock waving. When she was seated in the water again, facing me, my cock was just about at her eye level. "Perfect," I thought." "It's different," she exclaimed. "What's different?" "Your dick. It's prettier than my dad's." "How do you mean?" "My dad's has all this skin on the end and you don't. Your thing is just looking right at me." "Well, that may help explain why his dick tastes bad." "Why?" "'Cause that skin makes it harder to keep clean." "Oh. Can I wash it now?" "Please do." I didn't care if she washed my legs and feet; I had bathed just that morning anyway. She did a good job, first with the wash cloth and then with her bare hands. I much preferred the bare hands. I had her pull back the little bit of foreskin I had and then, with soapy hands, use both hands to stroke it. "Let's get it all clean and nice for you," I said. She smiled up at me. When I was feeling like I would cum soon I said, "Ok. Let's wash our hair now. Stand up and I'll start the shower. It'll be easier that way." "This is fun," she said as I turned the water on, adjusting the temperature before starting the overhead spray. We each lathered up, worked the suds through each others' hair and rinsed. I stepped out and grabbed two large towels, handing her one. "I'll dry you and you dry me," I said. "This is the 'quiz' thing again?" "Yeah. The quiz thing." "I like that. So, any time you do something for me I should do something for you, right?" "So, if I suck your dick you'll suck my pussy, right?" "Right." "And if I let you fuck me, what do you do for me?" "I fuck you." "How is that a 'quiz' thing?" "When you let me fuck you, that gives me pleasure. When I fuck you, that gives you pleasure." "Oh." "You see, sex is a two-way thing. When you give someone a present or when someone gives you a present, it makes both of you feel good." "With your dad and the boys you've sucked, you've been giving presents but not getting any in return. With me, we give each other presents." "I like that." "I thought you would. Now, let's dry your hair." I went to the closet and pulled out two very large, thick white terry cloth robes and slippers. I held one open for Cindy, who slipped into it and was almost lost inside it. Her hands were short of the sleeves and the hem was dragging on the floor. I put mine on, got a dry towel and led her to the bedroom. "Wow! This is nice," she gushed. "This is like a movie." "Sex is supposed to make you feel good and what we do before sex is all part of it. Girls need some time to feel like they want sex. Guys are ready all the time. I want you to want to suck me and have me suck you." "I already do." "Good. Now let's brush out your hair so you'll be beautiful." I sat on the bed and motioned for her to sit next to me. She looked freckly-faced cute in the oversized fluffy robe. I rubbed some of the moisture out of her hair and then began to brush it. "That feels nice. Nobody's ever done that for me -- except for my mom when I was little." "It's almost nine o'clock. Will your dad be missing you?" "Naw. He'll be passed out by now. He never knows what time I come home." "So, you're ok to stay a while?" "Yeah. I wanna suck you and have you suck me." "Good girl." I used my hand to brush her short blonde hair away from her face and slowly moved to kiss her. Her lips were taut when we kissed. I backed away. "You haven't kissed much, have you?" "No." "Let me show you how. Here's the basic close-mouthed kiss," I said as I approached her again. Let your mouth and lips relax." This kiss was much better. "Now I'm going to use my tongue a little bit. Let me do it -- and join in when you feel like it." She watched me warily as my mouth neared hers. We kiss, softly, a nice, warm kiss. Then I slid the tip of my tongue between my lips and hers, moving it back and forth along her teeth. "What do you think?" I asked. "'s ok." "Good. Now open your teeth, too, just a little." We kissed again. Her basic kiss was getting better. Then, right on cue, she opened enough to let my tongue in and played tip to tip. "Ok?" I asked. "Yeah. Kinda cool." "Wanna do more?" "Yeah." "Let's open this robe," I said." "You open yours, too." As her robe fell open, her naked body was framed with soft white. She had no tan lines, only the darker legs below where her shorts ended so, apparently, she never wore a bathing suit. She looked like one of those 19th century nudes. You know the kind: a little plump, not fat but softly rounded with, had they had bras at the time, would have been B-cup breasts with little pink aureoles and dainty nipples, alabaster skin (they covered up in those days unless, I suppose, they were posing for a painter), never any pubes showing and curly hair tied up with ribbons.... Except for her age, Cindy could have been an apprentice Goya model. Beautiful! "I'm looking forward to my blow job but would you like it if I gave you yours first?" "You wanna do that?" "Yeah, I wanna." "Ok." "Sit on the edge of the bed. Good. Now slide back just enough so you can bring your feet up next to your butt. Yeah, like that. Now let your knees fall open... farther open....waaay open. Oh, wow! That's terrific!" I got down on my knees between her knees. "That's one beautiful pussy." Cindy giggled. "You think my pussy is beautiful?" "Yeah." And I did, too. I had seen it in the bath but now it was right in front of my face and spread open, showing some pink. I loved the way her fat labia framed the pink slit even without being aroused. I had an idea. "Would you let me take a picture of it?" "Why would you want a picture of my pussy?" "Like I said, I think it's beautiful. To me, it's a work of art." "You're silly." "No. Really. I can imagine a huge photo of it on a wall -- a closeup -- maybe three by four feet or something, with that shiny pink interior peeking out from between those smooth lips." "OMIGOD! Wouldn't you get in trouble putting something like that on a wall where everybody could see it?" "Hmmm. Maybe." But then an idea came to me. I could distort the image with a photo editing program like PhotoShop until it wasn't recognizable -- or not quite recognizable. The shape and colors would be there but fuzzy and obscured to the point where the viewer would be intrigued by it but not sure what it was. I wanted just enough light and shadow in the right places to create an interesting impression, just enough form to suggest something vaguely erotic, but not enough of anything to positively identify the subject of the photo. I wanted no hair or skin texture to give it away, no details sufficiently sharp. "I'll take a super closeup of it," I told her. The idea was already swimming in my head. "Can I see the picture after you take it?" "Sure. I have a digital camera, so you'll see it right away." "Ok. But nobody else will see it?" "Not the original. what they'll see is just a blurry light and dark image of something they can't identify." "And my face won't be in it?" "Of course not. It'll be just your pussy; no arms or legs or titties or face. Nothing but your pussy." "Ok." "Stay right there." I ran to get my camera and a flash in a softbox. Cindy, true to her word, didn't move. I fumbled with the camera and light as I hurried to get the photo before she changed her mind but, eventually, I got the camera on a tripod with a long lens that would focus very close. "I'm going to take one or two to make sure I have the right exposure," I said. "Rub yourself a little. See if you can get yourself a little wet." "Ok." She reached down between her legs with one hand and stroked her middle finger upwards through her slit a couple of times. "Touch your clit." "What's that?" "The little button at the top of your slit." "Oh, that. I call that my 'tickle spot.'" "Rub it in a little circle." "Ok. Yeah, that's nice." I let her get herself excited for a couple of minutes. "I never did this in front of anyone before," she said. "It feels kinda funny.." "It's ok. Just enjoy. I'll have my tongue doing that in a few minutes." "MMmmm," she murmurred as she worked her pussy. I let her go on for another minute, until I could see lots of pink glistening beneather her fingers." "Ok, babe. Take your hand away now and just lean back and relax. Ok?" "Ok." The first shot was a little overexposed. I reduced the aperture and the second was right on. "Got it," I said. "Just one more for insurance." She waited while I shot two more, leaning back on her elbows and a bemused look on her face. She had no idea what the results would be. For that matter, I had only a vague idea how I was going to accomplish my goal. "Stay there," I told her. I'll show you the results." I was anxious to see them myself. I sat on the bed next to her and pressed the 'review' button. The first shot was faded, as I knew it would be. But the second and subsequent shots were right on the money. "You think that's beautiful?" she asked after looking at all the shots imapssively. "I do. I think that's one of the prettiest pussies in the whole world." "I think you're crazy," she said, smiling. "Maybe so, but now I'm going to lick you until you can't stand it." "I'm waiting," she said, leaning back again, legs spread wide once more.. I set the camera aside and slipped to my knees at the edge of the bed. Her clit was plainly visible now, like a little tit at the apex of the gorge. I stroked the insides of her thighs very lightly with my fingertips before I leaned in. "That tickles," she giggled. I touched her first with my tongue at the bottom of her crease, down near the perineum and felt her body stiffen. As I sluiced upwards, she grabbed the back of my head and lifted her butt, pressing her pussy to my mouth. "Mmmpphh," she wheezed. I backed away. "You like?" "Yeah," she said, breathing heavily already. "Do more." I dived back in, plowing her furrow with my nose, tongue and chin in repetitive upwards motions for a minute or more. Then I locked onto her clit with my lips and sucked -- hard. I flicked my tongue against it, listening to her groans of pleasure as her body responded to my lips and tongue. Every time I flicked her clit with my tongue, she would say, "Do that more!" So I did. Soon I had my middle finger inserted into her vagina. There was no obstruction, so I figured the pain she felt with her dad must have been when he took her cherry. Good for me! The bad stuff was behind her and now there was only pleasure to be had. Her tight little pussy would periodically close down around my finger as I moved it in and out and around. Her thrusts soon matched my finger's in and out movement. She was an active participant now, her pussy trying to swallow my finger up to my elbow it seemed. I wasn't long until she clamped her legs against my head, threw her head back and ground her pussy against my face. Then she collapsed, sated, her eyes closed, arms and legs relaxed. I stopped my assault on her pussy, knowing it was now too sensitive. "So, what do you think?" She didn't answer for a while, her chest heaving as she panted heavily. Finally, "Awesome! I never felt so good." I backed away and looked at her now very swollen pussy, inner lips distended and slick, the inner folds of her pussy bright pink and glistening and the entrance to her love tunnel open and dark in its depths. If her unaroused pussy was beautiful, this sight was like seeing a rainbow at daybreak -- utterly astounding. "Stay just as you are," I told her. "Why?" she asked raising her head off the bed weakly. "I want to take another picture." "Like this?" "Yes, like this. I'll show you what you look like when I'm finished. I think you'll like what you see -- a downright gorgeous sight! You have the most beautiful pussy in the world right now." "That's silly. Why would mine be so pretty?" "Because you're young and have just the slightest pale blonde peach fuzz around it. No stubble, like you'll have later unless you wax it or have laser treatments. Your skin is so soft and pale and the inner folds are bright pink and coated with your juices," I continued as I shot picture after picture, varying the angle and focus slightly for each, moving the flash slightly now and then. "Your inner lips have opened like flower petals marking the entrance to your pleasure hole, guiding your lover to your own private gift to him." "What do you mean, 'gift?'" "Your vagina. The place where he puts his penis for your mutual pleasure." "It felt pretty good." "And that was just with my finger." I figured a little optimism would be in order here. "When you feel my penis in there, you'll almost faint, it'll feel so good." "You mean fuck?" "I mean fuck." "And it won't hurt like it did with my dad?" "It won't. Your dad was only interested in his own pleasure and didn't consider yours. That was rape. Lovers care about each other and in giving pleasure more than they care about getting pleasure. You get what you give." "I don't have time to do that tonight. Can I come back tomorrow and do stuff with you?" "Sure. I'm hoping you'll come back often so I can teach you all the ways a guy and a girl can pleasure each other." Cindy sat up on the edge of the bed when the clicking of the shutter stopped. "Geez. I feel all shaky now but I gotta get dressed and get home or my dad will be pissed.." "I understand." She gathered up her clothes and dressed. "Can I see the pictures after you finish with them?" "Just one. I'm looking for the one perfect shot to work on. I just want one piece of art that I can put up on my wall and let people see and be amazed at how beautiful it is." "And nobody will know who it is?" "That's right. Nobody." "Ok. But I gotta go now. Will you be here tomorrow -- after school?" "Definitely." "Ok." She came over to where I was standing, stood on tiptoe and gave me a very soft kiss. "Thanks for fixing my skateboard," she said. I walked her to the door, where she gave me another kiss. "And thank you for the ... ummm ... other stuff, too." "You're welcome. See you tomorrow." "For sure." I closed the door, walked back into the bedroom and began to look through the photos in the camera. All were pretty good; some were just extraordinary. I began to think of the Edward Weston photos of bell peppers that he did in the 1930s. Extreme closeups in black and white, many people thought they were obscene as they looked at the glistening highlights, the smooth curves and deep shadows of the peppers' convolutions, not realizing that they were looking at vegetables and not art nudes. I would turn Cindy's pussy into the same sort of erotic shapes and shadows but, this time, in glorious color. ------------------------------------------------------- As a photographer, I have wanted to do this for years but I've yet to find a good-quality photo of a young pussy without hair or tattoos. I'm still looking for one. Oh, well. Someday I'll find one. -------------------------- As you must suspect, this encounter is pure fantasy. The impressionist pussy has been a fantasy of mine for years. I would be glad to hear from readers who have enjoyed this story. I'm thinking of a Part 2. Email me at cyberguy20038@yahoo.com.