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NWMD18.TXT -- 18/19(?)
Not With My Daughter!
Part 18
by Spunk N. Wagnels
spunknwagnels@hotmail.com
ICQ #17890536
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"Hi Barb. You know that trip from last Monday, I want you and George to use
it." Marnie told her friend.
"Marnie, you won that fair and square. You and Roger have a good time. No ill
feelings here, believe me."
"Barb, I don"t think I can handle it. My life seems so off kilter. I"ve got to
do something special for Brenda"s sixteenth birthday, and I just can"t seem to
stay focused on what"s important in my life."
"Marnie, believe me I understand, we all do."
"You do? Who, how . . .?"
"Well, maybe I misspoke. I just understand there are things and people that
you can"t completely control in your life, and I want you to know that I am
here for you if you need me."
"Barb, you"re the greatest, but really, you should take George and have a great
time. We can watch Susan for you. You won that trip just as much as I did,
maybe more. I had no idea you could still do those things, and in front of an
audience, my god woman, you were fabulous."
"Thanks Marnie, I try to stay stretched out. You know, the fair thing to do,
is for you and I to go together, and let our husbands have some father/daughter
bonding time. It would be great, a couple of "Blues Sisters" with sunglasses
on the loose in the south of France."
"That does sound like fun."
"Remember, we"re turning forty, and you"re always telling me to lighten up and
live a little before its all behind us. The more I think about it the more it
seems perfect." Barbara said with confidence.
"I might have been wrong about the adventuresome spirit talk. It is starting
to seem to me now, that there is a great deal of comfort in simplicity and
routine." Marnie said with slight melancholy.
"Snap out of it Marn, let"s go the day after Brenda"s birthday. She"ll be able
to drive herself then, and you can celebrate that milestone as well."
"Okay, I"ll ask Roger tonight."
"That"s the spirit. Call me later."
"Okay, bye"
Marnie vacillated the rest of the day between excitement, guilt, apprehension,
and dread in a carousel of emotions until Roger got home. After greeting him
warmly, and while still in each other"s arms, Marnie said, "Sweetie, Barbara
has invited me to join her on a trip she won for seven days to the south of
France. How would you feel about my accepting it and joining her?"
"If you convince me that you don"t find her as tall and handsome as me, I can"t
see where I could object. When is the trip planned for?"
"I told her that I couldn"t possibly leave, of course, if it was okay with you,
until after Brenda"s sixteenth."
"That seems like it would be okay. She"ll not be needing me for rides, and she
is really growing up quickly these days. If it is what you want to do, we"ll
make it work out." Roger said, giving her a peck on the lips.
"I"ll go up and talk to Brenda about her party." Marnie said.
"Brenda, what do you want to do about your birthday this year?" Marnie asked
"I"ve asked six friends if they would like to slumber over here this Friday, if
that would be okay with you. I really didn"t want to do anything big."
"So you"d rather have it the weekend before than the weekend after?"
"Sure, if that"s okay with you and dad."
"Sure Dear, that would be fine. Only six friends?"
"That"s all I think I can squeeze in my room, don"t you?"
"Well, I"ll see to dinner, cake and ice cream. Your Father and I, and maybe
Ron and Sally, can celebrate it with you on the actual day, Wednesday. How
will that be?"
"Sure Mom, and pizza would be just fine. We"ll rent some videos, stay up late,
talk, and sleep late Saturday morning. We"ll try not to be any trouble for
you."
"Don"t worry honey, I want you to have a good time." Marnie said.
When Marnie called Barbara and told her the news that they could go together,
Barbara said, "Great, you call the resort company and get the information from
them tomorrow, and I"ll see what I can do about the plane tickets."
Marnie called the number on the travel voucher. There was no problem with
Thursday through Wednesday. It coincided with their regular bookings. The
next day she received the brochures and travel information in the mail. "Club
Mediterranean Adult Resorts and Cruises," it was called. It didn"t occur to
Marnie at this point that it didn"t just call itself, "Club Med".
Barbara said over the phone that she had been trying to get affordable flights
for hours, but on such short notice, all she could get was on a chartered
flight that was willing to open a couple of seats up to passengers outside
their group to cut down on expenses.
"It"s just the transportation. Our fun will be when we get there." Marnie said
consoling her for the effort well done. Then she went to explain the features
and procedures. For the list of what to bring and what not to bring, she
asked, "Do you want me to just make copies and send it or get it to you
tomorrow?"
"That will be great. I can"t wait. We are going to have just the best time."
Barbara said enthusiastically.
On Friday, six of Brenda"s closest friends assembled for her birthday slumber
party. Marnie and Roger tried to make it as fun for her as possible, but the
girls started to hint that they would have more fun by themselves. When they
started dressing down to panties and tops borrowed from Brenda and a few of
Roger"s shirts, Marnie and Roger decided to take in a late movie.
After the first video, they started to talk about boys. The other five
couldn"t believe Brenda and Susan"s account of Jeff and "Libido Falls". Brenda
picked friends who were generally less adventuresome than she, people who
looked up to her for examples and guidance. She pulled out a box she was using
to contain the beginnings of a collection of items on her road to becoming a
model. She showed them her profile card, then some portfolio shots.
Jennifer, the shyest of the group said, "Brenda, but you don"t have your
breasts covered in some of these."
"That"s right Jen. If you are going to be a model, you are modeling your body,
with whatever the photographer decides to have draped on you, no matter how
much or how little. Think of those swimsuit models in Sports Illustrated,
Playboy Magazine, the Victoria Secrets catalog. They all get paid the big bucks
and they have little or nothing on." Brenda explained. "Look, here are some
things thrown away from my first modeling job." Brenda pointed out, showing
them artist sketches that only made it to the floor.
Rosemary, the second shyest of the group said, "But Brenda, you were completely
naked in front of all those people, while they drew and painted you?!"
"It was figure drawing, what do you expect, they have to see your figure to
draw it. Besides, it was a famous artist and only his students in his studio.
It was all on the up and up. I"ll tell you about the unusual technique they
used another time, when I"m sure you won"t faint on me."
"God Brenda, you can"t leave us hanging like that, come clean with it girl."
Susan demanded.
"Well, this famous artist, Mr. Dix, he has this speed drawing technique he
calls something like, "Kino-mapping", where the artists close their eyes,
they"re supposed to close their eyes, and they touch you all over your body to
get a second picture of you through their body in addition to their eyes. Then
when they paint or draw you, they do it quicker than if they just looked at you
to do it." She explained. "Chrissy, you"re good at drawing, you want to try
it?"
"Brenda, I don"t know. Do you think I should?" Chrissy said.
"Sure, it will give everyone a good idea of what I"m talking about. Now who
wants to be drawn?" Nobody volunteered. "Susan, I know you"ve got the guts
now to do it, give it a try."
"Brenda. I don"t want everyone to see me naked." She said softly but
insistently.
"Come on someone"s got to do it. I already know what it is like." Brenda
pressed.
"I"ll try it, I suppose." Lauren volunteered. Then she removed her shirt and
bra, her nipples erected instantly from her excited anticipation and the room"s
air cooling them. She stood demurely waiting, with her hands fiddling with
each other in front of her panties.
"That"s the spirit, Lauren. I just need to get something for Chrissy to draw
with." Brenda said, as she searched for suitable paper and a soft pencil.
"Here ya go. Now, if I remember it right, you get kind of meditative. Try to
forget about the rest of us and think about nothing but Lauren here, the volume
she takes up in the room, the texture of her skin, like this," Brenda said as
she started at Lauren"s face and gently guided her fingers over it, then down
her neck, "her height, width, depth, and so on." Lauren took in a deep breath
and started to step back when Brenda was at her breasts, then stopped herself.
"You do this for the entire area that you are going to draw or paint, and you
will draw it better and faster. Here, now you try. Everyone back up and be
quiet so Chrissy can concentrate."
Chrissy advanced to Lauren, looked at her seriously, then closed her eyes and
put her fingers on her face. Lauren closed her eyes, she knew how good this
was going to feel, and she wanted to hide her enjoyment from the others.
Lauren"s face started to turn red as Chrissy"s hands left her face and traveled
down her neck and shoulders on their way to her breasts. She shuddered when
Chrissy mapped the fullness of her new firm breasts and the texture and
tumidity of her excited nipples. Moisture appeared on her forehead, as
Chrissy"s hands traced down her curved sides and flat stomach. When her hands
left Lauren"s hips and she placed her fingers flat on Lauren"s pubic mound,
they both opened their eyes wide in surprise. Chrissy broke the momentary
stalemate with, "I think I"ll just do the waist up."
Chrissy began drawing while Lauren held her standing pose, trying to look on
the outside, what her mind inside imagined a professional model would look
like. Chrissy"s assessment of her own experience with it was, that it could
have been faster, and that it did seem easier.
"You know, I think I could do that now, if someone wanted to try and draw me."
Susan volunteered.
"Well, I could see if I could draw better than a stick figure of you, if you
want me to try." Said Ronnie.
Susan shucked her top and bra in half the time Lauren had. Lauren sat next to
Chrissy looking at and commenting on her drawing, sitting with just her top on,
unbuttoned. Ronnie tentatively started to place her hands on Susan"s face, and
as soon as she felt Susan"s skin, she pulled her hands away as if it was red
hot. Then she reapplied them and mapped Susan"s body down to her toes. Susan
hadn"t given her any signal or reason to stop. She really didn"t care about
how well Ronnie did with it, being Kino-mapped was enough.
"So does anybody want to experience what it would be like to be a model like
am?" Brenda asked.
"How do you mean?" Jennifer asked.
"You know, like I take your picture and you move into positions that I tell you
to move into, and I tell you when you are doing it right or wrong." Brenda
offered.
"That doesn"t sound too hard." Rosemary challenged, uncharacteristically.
"You first then." Brenda directed. "Everybody off that couch, and help me
move this one back out of the way. Now Rose sit on the couch. I"ll use this
camera here, it doesn"t have any film in it, but if you believe it does, then
you will see how difficult this modeling is. Okay, now I"m a guy, all right?
You"ve been hired to do a shoot. You get there and someone tells you to get
down to your bra and panties."
"I can"t do that."
"I thought you said that it would be easy. Okay down to your bra and panties.
You"ve been made up and, . . . Come on, off with the shirt. It is just us gals.
That"s better." Brenda encouraged, as Rosemary covered her breasts by placing
her hands on her opposite shoulders. "Now support yourself with your right hand
on the couch, the other hand on your left thigh. Look left, SNAP, that"s it,
now look here, SNAP, very good. Now put your hands on the clasp of your bra in
back."
"Brenda, I can"t do that."
"Rose, this is how it is done. There is no film, you"re here with friends, and
I"ll give everyone a shot at it. You can all feel what it is like to be a
model, except for the paycheck." The last remark got giggles. "Okay, SNAP,
now unclasp the bra, but don"t take it off." Rosemary liked that it wasn"t
coming off. "Good, SNAP, now peel it off and dangle it in your fingers."
"Brenda!"
"This is what it is like. Just do it, like the shoe slogan, and see what it
feels like."
Rosemary"s tits were white as snow, in contrast to her tanned skin. It was
obvious that she only wore one suit all of the time because of the strict tan
lines. Her snowy breasts were firm like the others, still stretching the skin
as they grew, no sports or babies to let them give in to gravity yet.
"SNAP, SNAP."
"Why two pictures there?" Rosemary asked self-conscious.
"Oh there would be a lot of pictures here probably, but I"d be asking you to
get those nipples hard for them." Rosemary blushed beet red, the blush showing
streaky red between her breasts as well. "Now you could kind of pinch them, or
maybe Jennifer, or someone, could get a cube of ice."
"Brenda, really, I get the idea about this model thing, really I do. It"s
someone else"s turn."
"Okay Jen, you"ve got the ice now, why don"t you pick up where Rosy left off."
Brenda suggested.
"Oh, I don"t plan on being a model. Someone else try it."
"You first, you can"t say you would never be one, unless you"ve tried it out.
You can try it out here among friends and then say it"s not for you. Hurry,
you are losing that perfectly good piece of ice in your hand." Brenda said, as
she advanced in Jennifer"s direction and started to unbutton her shirt for her.
Jennifer stood in shock and terror, as Brenda slid the shirt off her shoulders
and down off her arms. "Still have some ice left there?" Brenda asked. Then
she unclasped the bra, as Jennifer gasped in a sudden breath.
"Please, no, I don"t think . . ." Jennifer was saying, frozen in place holding
out the piece of ice away from her body so it wouldn"t get her wet.
"Here let me do it for you. I"ll be your makeup lady a moment." Brenda said
taking the ice from Jennifer"s hand and applying it in circles on the mortified
Jennifer"s virgin nipples.
Jennifer wanted to cover her nipples with her hands, but Brenda was also
pinching and tweaking them to make sure they would stay up for a couple of
shots. "Okay now, leave that hand out like you are holding something and put
your other one on your hip, yeah like that, SNAP. You"re doing great."
Jennifer was almost in a trance from shock.
"We"re going to need a smile. SNAP." Jennifer gave her a plastic attempt at a
smile.
"Okay, I tried it. It is great for you, but it isn"t for me." Jennifer said
determinedly.
"Okay whose next?" Brenda asked.
Brenda worked it out so each girl had a turn at it. It went easier as they
went along, and it became more fun for them. They sat around and watched
another video in open tops, or no tops, until they were surprised by Marnie and
Roger coming in the back. They scurried for their clothes and ran screaming
upstairs and into Brenda"s room, panting and praying at the door, that neither
of her parents would come in to check on them.
"Brenda, is everything all right?" Marnie said from the door.
"Yes Mom."
"Are you all having a good time?"
"Yes Mom."
"Goodnight. Please don"t make it too late tonight."
"Yes Mom. Goodnight."
Once they felt safe from Brenda"s parents, they all sat around the sleeping
bags on the floor and laughed to tears. In the next few minutes, they heard
the sound of gravel hitting the side of the house and Brenda"s window . They
turned off the lights and snuck up to the window. Brenda identified the
culprits as Jeff and his buddy, Tony. She opened the window to speak, "What do
you think you are doing, and this late at night?"
"Hey we want to party with you." Jeff said.
"How did you know I was having a party?"
"I didn"t. Can we come and join you?"
"No, it"s a private party. I"ll talk to you tomorrow." Brenda said, and shut
the window.
The girls huddled around Brenda in rapt anticipation. "Is that the boy from
Libido Falls?" Rosemary asked.
"The one talking was Jeff, the klutz, calling like this so late at night. Can
you believe it? He could really get me in trouble." Brenda said pretending to
be annoyed.
She put on a light, "I need a match. Anybody got a light of any kind?" Brenda
asked.
"I think I might have a pack in here." Chrissy said looking in her backpack.
"Here you go."
"No you light it, I feel a blast of gas coming on." Brenda said and surprised
everyone by mooning the group standing beside Chrissy, and farted right before
Chrissy got the match to her wind tunnel.
"Damn, I messed up. Got any more in there?" Chrissy asked holding the burning
match in wait. Just as she had to shake out the match to avoid getting burned,
Brenda let off another smaller one.
Everyone was now rolling on the sleeping bags in bellyaching laughter. When the
tears of laughter subsided, Susan asked, "Let me see something. Bend over
like you"re going to do it again a second." Brenda bent over at the waist.
"What happened to your hair there?" Susan asked.
"Oh that? I shaved my pussy last night. It"s just like my mom"s now except I
am leaving the part in front, hers is all bald down there now." Brenda
explained.
"Why would you do that?" Jennifer asked.
"Boys like it better, I hear, and I"ve seen a lot of models do it in my
parents" Playboy." Brenda explained. "It feels sexy. You should try it."
"I don"t think so." Jennifer said.
"I could see trying it." Susan said, not wanting to get trumped by one of the
shyer girls again.
"We"ll help you do it." Brenda said.
Then all the girls squeezed into the bathroom, leaving Susan enough room to
stretch out a little on the john. Brenda crouched down in front of her and
guided her efforts, then took over for the more intricate maneuvers. "Do you
want to leave the front like me? Or, do you want to go all the way like my
mom?" Brenda asked.
"Let"s do it like yours." Susan said.
"Now, feel how smooth that feels." Brenda said, petting Susan"s pussy.
Then everybody took a turn, as Susan blushed, but didn"t object. By the time
Jennifer tried it, she exclaimed, "Oooo Susan, you"re wet, did you pee on me?"
"Jen, Babe, don"t you know what just happened?" Brenda asked.
"What do you mean?" Jennifer asked with apprehension.
"Oh never mind. So whose next?" Brenda said presumptively.
"Well I guess I"d like to try." Lauren said, and took Susan"s place on the
seat.
Brenda helped her, as she did Susan. When she demonstrated on her the
smoothness, the petting line formed again and the precedent was established. It
was easier to get the rest of the girls to follow suit with the promise of
innocent petting at the end, until only Jennifer was left.
"Jen, your turn." Brenda said waiting.
"No guys, I don"t think I should." Jennifer protested.
"Com"on, everyone else did. Don"t be a stick in the mud. Be one of us. Look,
what"s the worst thing that could happen, your hair would grow back in a couple
of weeks like it is today. Now what"s so bad about that?" Brenda argued. Then
the others piped in with their secondings and further arguments."
"What if it hurts me? I am so tender down there." Jennifer said, deflecting
the attention from the shyness reason.
"Look how much practice I have just had. No one else complained of hurting.
Did any of you not like it?" They all shook their heads. "Com"on, have a seat,
and we can all be the same."
Jennifer took the seat and put her face in her hands as Brenda applied the
water and lotion. Jennifer turned red and started to breathe in short
irregular breaths as Brenda massaged the lotion around her vulva. "Jen, take
deep breaths or you"ll pass out. That"s better. Now look, I"m putting in a new
blade, just for you. It will glide the hair off without any discomfort. You"ll
see."
Brenda took charge of Jennifer"s hair removal, and gently wiped her pussy dry.
"Now see, just as smooth as a baby"s bottom." Brenda said as she petted
Jennifer"s pussy a little longer than she had the others. The petting sample
line formed again. Jennifer knew she would have to submit like the others had
done. She resigned herself to it by leaning back on the john seat and putting
her hands on the seat behind her, with her knees falling out naturally to the
sides. She found it humiliating and closed her eyes to avoid showing her
humiliation and new found pleasure to the group. Each one took a little bit
longer than they had done with anyone else. They had impish smiles, that
Jennifer"s eyelids blocked out. Jennifer"s stomach started to tighten, her
thighs tensed, her breathing grew deep and her body started undulating to the
rhythm of it. Finally, she scrunched up her face, emitted a long "Ooooooo . .
", and stiffened her body straight off of the john seat, merely supporting
herself by her arms.
After a moment for Jennifer to compose herself, Susan said, "Gee, did you pee
on me? Look, feel down there for yourself."
Jennifer sheepishly felt her sopping pussy, and put it all together.
"Did it hurt, or did you like the way it felt?" Brenda asked.
"I liked it." Jennifer said a little age regressed.
"Well you can do it for yourself, or you can have someone do it for you, like
tonight, anytime you want to feel that good again." Brenda assured her. "In
fact, why don"t we all do it together before we go to sleep, it will make us
sleep better."
Everyone looked around at each other silently, first like "has she gone crazy",
then "I am really turned on and I probably won"t get to sleep very well like
this anyway", to "I"m game if you"re game."
"Com"on, we"ll help each other. Let"s sit in a circle. Okay, no let"s lie
down forming a circle. Yes, that could work. Okay, everybody touch the person
to your right. That"s it. Now do it the way you want to be touched. It will
be communicated around the circle until it comes back around to you." Brenda
instructed.
They all got past the tentativeness and started stroking in ways that they were
enjoying form the person doing them. "Now, phew, phew, we are going to have to
keep, phew, phew, the moaning down. No screaming, whatever you do." She
coached.
This daisy chain of undulating virginal flesh sweated its way to a fevered
pitch of movement and groans. First one sounded off, then another. Each time,
causing the others to work up their intensity of manipulation to catch their
partner up to the rest. Finally all but Jennifer had cum. Susan worked at it
until Jennifer had to ask her to stop, because she was getting too sore.
Ronnie said, "Why doesn"t somebody just kiss it?"
Everyone froze on shock at her statement. "Here, I"ll show you." Ronnie said,
and crawled in between Jennifer"s legs, following in closer as she tried to
scoot back away from her. She gently put her mouth on Jennifer"s clitoris and
frenched her pussy. Jennifer"s horror involuntarily turned to arousal, as she
closed her eyes, untensed her body, and ran her fingers into Ronnie"s hair,
holding her head lovingly. She started making wailing sounds. Everyone tried
to shush her, but she was now disconnected from the room, her friends, her own
sense of propriety, she was going to conclude this like she had done in the
bathroom. Then she came crying loudly, Lauren and Chrissy tried to cover her
mouth to muffle the sound.
"There, I knew that would do it." Ronnie said, satisfied with herself.
Then there was a knock on the door. "Brenda, is everyone okay?" Marnie asked.
"Yes Mom, we were just playing a game, but we are going to sleep now,
goodnight."
"Goodnight everyone."
When they figured Marnie was out of earshot, they burst into giggles, all
except Jennifer, who was curled up in her sleeping bag in a fetal position
staring off into space. Soon everyone was saying goodnight to each other like
the Walton family and they went to sleep.
The next day, Brenda had a baby-sitting job in the evening for the Crandel boy,
Jimmy. Jimmy always idolized Brenda, and had an obvious crush on her. It made
for the Crandel"s being her favorite baby-sitting job. She would find ways to
get him to display his feelings towards her, but would torment him by
pretending not to notice or get it.
Half an hour after Mr. And Mrs. Crandel left, there was somebody at the door.
When Brenda tentatively opened it, There was Jeff and his friend Tony. "What
the hell are you doing here?" She challenged.
"So why didn"t you invite us to your party?" Jeff asked, ignoring Brenda"s
question.
"I can do as I please, see who I please, you don"t own me." She said, as the
two let themselves in.
"I could if my dad would let me." Jeff muttered.
"What was that supposed to mean? Besides, it was only for girls." Brenda
clarified.
"Well, let"s party here." Tony suggested.
"I"ll never be able to work here again, if you get caught by the Crandels."
Brenda cautioned.
"The only way the Crandels would know is if that snot-nosed kid were to tell
them. What"s your name kid?" Jeff asked.
"Jimmy. You don"t belong here." He said, standing strong to defend Brenda.
"Yeah guys, we should make it another time." Brenda added.
"Hey Jimmy, did you know that your baby-sitter is a real live model?" Jeff
asked.
"Yeah Brenda? Is that true?" Jimmy asked impressed.
"Yes Jimmy, that"s true." Brenda said proudly.
"So Jimmy, would you like to see what it would be like to work with a model, a
professional model like Brenda here?" Jeff asked, while keying an eye on
Brenda for her response to it.
"Wow, would I."
Brenda was taken by his enthusiasm.
"Well you got any cameras around this place?"
"Sure, I"ll go get one." Jimmy ran off and brought back an expensive SLR
camera. "Here, how about this one?"
"Great, looks professional-like. Well it has no film in it." Jeff said to the
sullen Jimmy. "But, that"s a good thing. It is better if we use a Polaroid
camera for the real shots. Do you think you have one of those here?"
Jimmy ran off and came back with one, and the film for it. Good job, Jimmy my
man." Jeff said. "Let"s arrange things a bit. Now in the real studio, there
are lots of lights, right Brenda?" She nodded. "We"ll use this couch for the
set. Now you have to treat your models real nice, because you want to help
bring out their best. Now let"s pretend I was the photographer and Brenda here
has just come out of make up and wardrobe. She would stand by the couch here."
Jeff said positioning Brenda for a shot, having her stand in profile.
"That"s good, Click." He said simulating the shutter. "Now unbutton that
blouse." Brenda looked at him crossly, but the "professionalism" took over and
she did as directed. "Beautiful, Click. Now shed the blouse. Click, click."
Brenda was annoyed with Jeff but sucked it up to "rise to the occasion."
"Now Jimmy, got the idea? You try. No, with the Polaroid." Jeff said in a
brotherly way.
"This is great." Jimmy said ebulliently. "Okay Brenda, take off the bra?" He
said tentatively. Brenda looked pissed at Jeff, but felt locked in and removed
it. "Ohmygod! Click."
"No Jimmy, this is where you do it for real." Jeff instructed.
FLASH!
"Gosh guys this is GREAT!" Jimmy exclaimed.
"Don"t tell us, communicate it to your model. You want her to feel
appreciated, desirable, attractive. Now ask your model to remove her shorts."
"Jeff I think this has gone too far already." Brenda protested.
"Brenda you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I had no idea your
body was as nice as it is. Would you please remove the shorts for the camera?"
Jimmy said with sincerity that melted Brenda"s heart, and she slowly removed
them, but just for him. FLASH! "You are making me the luckiest photographer in
the world tonight. FLASH! Would turn to your left, yes, beautiful. FLASH!
Ohmygod, you are fantastic. FLASH! Would you take off the panties please?"
Brenda forgot about Jeff and Tony, and removed them for the camera and Jimmy.
FLASH! Then walking around her, FLASH! And still further around, FLASH! Then
again, nothing. I"m outta film guys."
"Time-out everyone. Hold your positions, we need a reload. There you go."
Jeff handed the newly loaded camera back to Jimmy.
"Could you stand with your legs apart a little more? Oh that"s incredible,
FLASH!"
"Damn right it"s incredible. You"ve spruced up a bit down there. Looks great.
Keep it up." Jeff said referring to her shaved pussy lips.
Brenda was soaking up the attention and the praise, so when Jimmy asked if she
would bend at the waist, she did it without hesitation. Then he moved around
her and took shots of all sides, with a couple of extra from behind. Jimmy was
beside himself with the good fortune he was having. Jeff gathered up all of
the pictures and they looked at them while Brenda put her clothes back on.
"Okay Jimmy, I"m going to give you these, except these two," he held out two of
the virtual duplicates, one for Tony and one for himself, "as long as you
promise never to mention a word of this to either of your parents. You"ll be
thanking all of us, as you get older and a stiffness develops down there that
you want to get relief from. These pictures will be your salvation. Protect
them."
"Thank you very much." Jimmy said holding the pictures to his chest.
"Well, we"ll be going now." Jeff said to Brenda, "Don"t want to be around when
the mom and dad get back."
"Later." Brenda said coolly, closing the door. Then closing in on Jimmy
drooling over his treasures in the living room, she said, "Jimmy, maybe I
should hang on to those until you are older."
"Brenda, he gave them to me. This was the very best time of my whole life. I
took pictures of a real model, and she was you. You are so beautiful, and I"m
going to remember this evening for the rest of my life."
Brenda found it hard to fight with the flattery, especially when it was so
sincerely lavished. "Well then, you will follow my instructions and get ready
for bed then won"t you."
"Yes Ma"am!" He ran upstairs.
As he lay in bed, and Brenda was tucking him in for the night, he asked, "Do
you think we could ever play model and photographer again?"
Brenda playfully responded, "I suppose, if you continue to be this good. Maybe
we could even play around with what happens after the sessions." She said
casting his mind off into multiple fantasies at once.
"Could you come a little closer here, I want to tell you something special."
Jimmy said, asking her to lean in close to him. Then he took her head in his
hands, pulled her ear to his mouth and whispered, "You"re the greatest." And
deposited a well-meaning kiss before she could sit back up.
"You"re pretty special yourself." She said smiling. "Now get to sleep."
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