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Subject: {ASSM} "Photo"  by  deirdre  (FF, D/s)  --  rp by H. Jekyll and Please Cain
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Date: Wed, 26 Apr 2006 09:10:01 -0400
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Photo
By deirdre

(FF, D/s)

*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. We will finish reposting all 156 stories this month.

While you're following the a.s.s.m. 10th Anniversary "deirdre-fest,"
enjoy! There's still time to contribute.

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****

Bisexuality

I discovered I was bisexual during my senior year of high school: I was
watching a movie in which a female character took off some of her
clothes in an obvious sexual situation and I found myself getting
turned on. I guess I can credit my lack of panic to the fact that I was
well read. Even though I wasn't a participant in the 60s sexual
revolution, it provided plenty of reading material: I had read about
lesbianism and bisexuality. Since it had always been guys that I had
crushes on and who turned me on, I never feared for a moment that I
might be lesbian. And another product of the 60s revolution was an
increased tolerance and even approving attitude toward lesbianism and
female bisexuality (obviously, prejudice didn't disappear, but there
was a noticeable increase in tolerance--and prurient interest). I
suppose my attitudes were shaped more by what was being written than by
my friends in high- school, who would have been shocked even if many
were more experienced than I was.

But I'll never "consummate" my bisexuality: I'm strictly monogamous.
But I did have an experience of sorts once before I met my husband.
Some time after I started working after college, my best friend and I
had been drinking and we got to talking about a movie that had a
bisexual scene. One thing led to another and we decided to try a kiss.
After kissing for a while, I unbuttoned her blouse and started feeling
her breasts. She doesn't have large breasts but tends to be very
slender and is very attractive. Then I started kissing one of her
nipples while I caressed her other nipple with my fingers. She combed
my hair with her fingers and caressed the sides of my head. Then I
started to undo her pants--but she stopped me. She got dressed and
left, but at the door she did give me one more kiss. A real kiss too.
And that was it: we never tried anything since--I still see her once in
a while, particularly at work, though our lives are quite separate now.

And that is about the closest experience I have had to any of these
stories. -- deirdre

Disclaimer: this is not reality; it is a string of words. The author
does not wish to live out the experiences described. The author does
not wish anyone to live out the experiences described. If you lack the
maturity to grasp this disclaimer, then under no circumstances read
this story without the express permission and guidance of someone more
mature. -- deirdre

Photo 
by deirdre

My daughter's college has a really nice out-door swimming pool. I know
because I came up to visit her one weekend during summer session and
got the chance to swim in it. Of course the hot, sunny weather had a
lot to do with how nice my swim was. Cathy had a Saturday-afternoon
practice for perspective cheerleaders and suggested that I take a swim
while I wait for her. And as I implied, it was lovely--I swam a bit and
laid out a bit and generally did nothing in the sun.

It was afterwards when I returned to her dorm room that I was in for a
surprise. I had just showered and had returned to her room when the
door opened, right when I was completely undressed! It was Cathy's
roommate Lillian. And she had some other girls with her!

To say I was embarrassed would be an understatement, but I made myself
calmly move to get a robe. I didn't say anything, not trusting my
voice. It was very strange to be walking around a room with four
college girls standing there, completely dressed.

"Oh, hi, I guess we caught you at an awkward moment." It was Lillian. I
glanced at her and she and the other girls were just standing there
looking at me! At least they had shut the door! They were smiling as if
it were a little joke. I reminded myself that it *is* a little humorous
to be caught in a little embarrassment. Or it's better if you can treat
it like that.

"Hi," I answered. My voice wasn't completely confident though. I wish I
had better control. "Just a minute," I added. I looked around for my
robe and didn't see it! I felt a panic inside me. I looked some more.
It was like a dream.

"Please don't mind us, we've certainly seen it all," said Lillian. One
of the other girls giggled a little bit. I finally grabbed a towel and
wrapped it around myself. I felt like such a fool, grabbing it so
quickly like that, as if I were afraid of them.

"In fact," Lillian went on, "you really don't have any reason to be
embarrassed about your body--it's really quite something." I guess my
body is OK, but nothing like those college girls. I stood there, in the
towel, not knowing what to do next. The girls didn't leave. "Have you
ever had yourself photographed?" asked Lillian.

"No," I answered. It didn't come out either indignant or even just
confident. I still sounded nervous. I could kill myself.

"Well, you should. You're body is absolutely beautiful." She paused and
I didn't have a reply. Then she went on: "Why don't you let me take a
picture and show you."

"I..., I don't think so."

"Oh, I have a Poloroid camera. I'll just take a shot and give it to
you, so you can see for yourself." I thought about it: *a woman is
asking me to pose nude for a picture*. It was too absurd.

"I wouldn't feel comfortable."

"There is nothing to feel uncomfortable about," she answered, "just one
picture... you can keep it as long as you like and tear it up any time
you feel like it."

"Yes, there's really nothing to worry about," said one of the other
girls. Then they were all telling me I should just try it for kicks--
one little photo. They asked me if I wasn't curious what I would look
like and went on and on.

I don't know *what* made me agree to it. It seemed harmless--one little
photo to look at--then to lock up or burn. Lillian produced a camera
and told me to stand by the dresser and posed me. She had me lean
against the dresser, supporting myself with my elbow and forearm on the
dresser, my feet crossed. It was a poloroid camera. She wanted me to
smile and look natural. I did my best.

The picture. Someone had grabbed it and run out the door. "Hey!" was
all I could get out. Lillian pulled the door shut.

"Don't worry," she said. "We'll give it to you." She left with the
other girls. I sat down, my heart in my throat. Nude, sitting on the
bed. What was I going to do? What were *they* going to do? I pulled
myself together and got dressed.

Cathy came back in about fifteen minutes. I had been pacing the room
for most of the time. I'm not really a pacer either. Would they show it
to Cathy? Would they ruin me? Would the whole place see Cathy's mother?
I couldn't tell her about it. How could I be so stupid? Cathy noticed I
was nervous, but didn't say anything. She seemed to want to bring me
out of it. We talked about going out to eat. Lillian came back in the
room. She was smiling. I didn't know what to do--go hit her? Say
something? Avoid her? She walked over to me and slipped the picture
into my hand. I got it into my purse without Cathy noticing.

The next day, before I was left, I was alone with Lillian very briefly.
"What did you do with it?" I asked, in a forceful whisper. She didn't
answer but just smiled. "Did you copy it?"

"I just wanted a chance to see it before giving it up," she said
innocently.

"Did you copy it?" I repeated.

"It doesn't have a negative," she replied. Cathy came back and that was
my last chance to talk to her.

I put it in my dresser, under my clothes. I could burn it any time--it
was safe for now. I looked at it occasionally. My vanity, at my age-
-the picture was not too bad. I asked a guy I know if Poloroid pictures
can be copied.

"Sure they can."

"But there isn't a negative!" I blurted. He looked at me briefly,
wonderingly.

"Well, it isn't as good quality as if you had a negative. Basically,
you take a picture of the picture. Poloroids aren't too great in
quality to begin with and the copy can be pretty close if you have good
equipment designed for the job, but otherwise, will be noticeably
worse."

I wasn't reassured by this conversation. It's amazing how much of my
time went into thinking about Lillian and that picture. My daydreaming
time. She *must* have a copy! Who did she show it to? Cathy hadn't
mentioned anything on the phone.

Cathy came home after the last summer session and brought Lillian with
her. She didn't even ask first, but then I encourage her to consider
our house hers as well as mine. I stared at Lillian, though I tried to
act normal. I thought I saw her smile at me. FInally, I was alone with
her, the second day.

"You copied the picture, didn't you?"

"I told you--it's a Poloroid--no negative."

"I asked about that. You copied it, didn't you?"

"Well... you see, photography is my hobby and that's what I do: take
nude pictures." That was a *yes*! I had *known* it but I still felt
weak in the knees.

"Who... sees your pictures?" My voice was weaker.

"Well, I don't show them to every guy I see or anything like that,"
Lillian said, "Just people who are genuinely interested... mostly other
photographers." It was seeming OK. "Would you like to see them?" I
thought about it. It was surprising to think of Lillian as a
photographer. Seeing them would tell me how seriously she took it.

"OK." She looked around. Cathy wasn't around and wouldn't be back for a
while. I think it was instinctive for her to look over her shoulder.
Then she went to the bedroom she was using, and came back with a photo
album. She sat on the couch and I sat next to her. She opened the
cover.

The very first page was one picture, about 5 by 7 of a fantastically
beautiful girl, probably college aged. I was astounded--she looked like
a model! She had dark hair that spread over her shoulders and was
standing facing the camera with one leg raised and on an ottoman and a
hand resting on its thigh. Her legs were completely spread. Her breasts
were astounding.

I had looked at the little picture of me, and I guess it had made me
more familiar with my own body. I was a positive dowd next to this
girl. I stared.

"You like it?"

"You did a good job." What could I say? She giggled a little.

The next picture was a blond lying on a bed. The picture didn't show
anything except some skin and a little of her rear, but it was
obviously an alluring pose. I felt a little nervous, for some reason.

"I like taking erotic pictures." Oh.

The next page had several pictures, all of the same girl, and when she
said erotic, she meant it! Some of them she was dressed and looked very
ordinary, in some she was nude, and in some, she was obviously
masturbating!

The next page had a guy! He was dressed in only a t-shirt, which his
chest filled out beautifully, and was standing there, looking at the
camera, nude from the waste down, his cock hard and level! She giggled.
"What do you think?" He was cute too. I didn't answer and she giggled
again and turned the page.

I couldn't believe the pages that followed. All had lots of pictures,
each page dedicated to a different person. Not all the pictures were
solo though: the featured girl was sometimes shown in sex acts with
guys (intercourse in lots of positions, oral sex both ways, being
fingered, or fingering a guy). Some of the pictures showed guys or
girls tied up! And the featured girl with two or more guys! And with
another girl! And a guy being done in the rear by another guy!

Then there as a page with Cathy! One picture of her playing tennis, and
one of her in the dorm room in *exactly* the same pose that I was in!
And *other* pictures! In one, a profile, she was nude, kneeling, with
her hands behind her neck. In another, she was sucking a guy's cock!
She was kneeling and nude and he was dressed. And in another, three
clothed girls were standing over her and she was on hands and knees.
And another had one girl holding her by a band around her neck while
another one used a *whip* on her rear! Her hands were handcuffed behind
her! I couldn't believe it! And in another, she was licking a woman, in
fact, there were several like that!

I flipped through some more pages. More and more.

"Where am *I*?" I asked, my voice drained. She flipped over to a page
with just one small picture.

"I need more," she said. I gulped. I knew she was going to have them. 


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