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(Mf, ped, voy, 1st) *** A short while ago I had the very great fortune to encounter a young woman – a girl, really – who shared my interest in photography. The results of that encounter were both wondrous and terrifying. I'm still not sure if it was worth the risk, but I do know that the memories of that young woman will last the rest of my life. To me, photography is an avocation – particularly digital photography. I've got a top of the line Canon EOS Digital Rebel set with a variety of lights, filters and tripods. In addition, I enjoy hiking. I explore the wilds whenever I can. Of course, the two hobbies intersect quite nicely. Some of my best shots have been due to happy coincidence while wandering the backcountry. Whenever I set out to explore an area, I make sure to pack a likely selection of filters and a small tripod. I've never enjoyed using a monopod much, I'm afraid. I find the stability is quite lacking when compared to the rock-like solidity of a decent tripod. When you're after a macro-shot of an insect on a colorful bloom, that stability is important. Fortunately, my entire kit fits neatly within a small backpack along with the variety of victuals and other tools necessary for productive explorations. This particular day was spectacular. The sort of a day you'll only find this portion of Canada. Warm, but not hot with a sprinkling of clouds cast across an azure sky that mirrored the lakes below. The light breezes wafted the scent of pine while the red-winged blackbirds called to each other across the water. The trail that I was on was unmarked and traveled from the deep woods through lighter forest and along a ridgeline that overlooked the crystalline lake below. In the two hours I had been hiking, I had already taken several landscape shots and even a few of the wildlife when I could get them to cooperate with my lens. I was just finishing a shot of some boulders overlooking the bay below me when I heard a pixyish voice break my reverie, "Hey Mister, watcha doin'?" Surprised – I thought that I was the only human being for many miles – Manitoba isn't exactly swarming with people – I turned to see a girl of perhaps 12 standing at the crest of the trail. She was a true beauty in every way. Blonde hair down past her shoulders, slim (but not skinny), sparkling blue eyes alight with curiosity and intelligence and a body that was blossoming into womanhood. I've never thought of myself as an ephebophile (the correct term for someone attracted to an adolescent, rather than pedophile which you Americans seem to overuse), but this girl was something special. She was wearing a green Girl Scouts T-shirt and olive-drab shorts. Neither did much to hide the shape of her body; rather they accentuated her developing curves. "Well, I'm taking pictures, silly. That's why I've got this camera." I hefted my Canon with its long-lens and smiled at her. Her obviously friendly manner invited banter. "You're a photographer?" she asked, a little shyly, I thought. "Yes, I am." I replied. "I'm not a professional, but I'm a pretty good lens man." I admitted modestly. "How did you get here? I've been coming to Camp for 4 years and I've never met anyone else up here." "I walked – I have to admit I was surprised to see you too. I thought I was out in the middle of nowhere. Where is your Camp? I didn't think there was anything way out here." "It's a Girl Scout Camp down on the edge of the lake. You have to go around this point here to really see it. I get tired of being with everyone else all the time so I like to take hikes when I can. Since I've been here so long, the Leaders don't mind if I go off by myself." "Well that makes sense. You seem like you know your way around here pretty well!" I should have continued breaking my equipment down. I should have said adieu and gone on my way. Instead, I said, "My name is Jim. May I take your picture?" "I'm Sally. You want to take MY picture? Really?" She actually blushed. "Sure! I said." I take pictures of everything. The woods are beautiful and scenery like this is too spectacular not to get a shot of. Having a pretty girl like you in the frame would only make the picture better." She bit her lip for a moment then suddenly asked, "Do you think I'm pretty enough to be a model?" "Oh yeah. There are all sorts of web sites with girls your age who are models. People pay a lot of money for memberships and even send them clothes and jewelry for special photo-shoots." "I've heard about those sorts of places. Aren't they illegal?" Now it was my turn to blush, "No, not like that. These are sites where the girls keep all their clothes on, or if they do have something off they don't really show anything." I coughed, embarrassed, "Sorry, I didn't mean to imply anything nasty." "It's OK – I didn't take it like that." She giggled a little "I don't mind anyway. I never thought I'd be pretty enough that someone would WANT to see me without my clothes on." "I don't think you've looked in a mirror recently then." I laughed too. "Would you like to try a couple of shots? I'll show you what they look like and you can see how pretty you really are. This is a digital camera, so I can show you the picture right after I take it." "Sure! What do I do?" She was clearly excited and interested in modeling for me, and I was excited to have such a lovely subject. I wasn't lying when I said that she would improve any photo. She looked like a not-so-mythical wood nymph. I placed her in a number of poses so that she was accenting the landscapes I was shooting. Then I started using the landscape to highlight her best features, getting the light just right, letting shadows fall across her body, or letting the wind blow her hair with the lake in the distant background. After about a dozen poses and perhaps a hundred shots, I sat her down next to me on a large rock and ran her through them. Having her so close to me was adding to my discomfiture. Her scent was intoxicating and her innocent manner was very arousing. "Now, do you see what I mean? You're very beautiful." "Wow! I've never seen myself like that – And these aren't like any pictures I've ever seen anyone take. These are like art or something." I smiled in spite of myself. "Thank you. I like to think that I'm pretty good with a camera. With a subject like you though, it's easy to take great pictures." I swapped memory cards in my camera as this one was about full. While I was doing that, she asked the question that led to my undoing. "What sorts of pictures do they take on those web sites? Not the nasty ones." I sat back on my heels and finished inserting the new card. "Well, they're clean shots, but they're intended to make the person viewing them think that they're not, do you know what I mean?" "No." she looked at me, waiting for an answer. "Well." I cleared my throat. "The nasty sites are illegal. But a lot of men like to see young women in, um, very adult poses so that they are ALMOST illegal. So the young women in those pictures wear really tight clothes, or almost take pieces of clothes off, or wear really small swimsuits. "Sometimes they're naked or almost naked, but they cover their private parts with their arms or legs or just the camera angle so they're not really showing anything. That way people will pay a lot of money to see the pictures, but they're legal. The idea is to make the viewer THINK they're going to see something nasty and let their imagination do the rest. On the really good sites the pictures are beautiful – just nice photos showing a lovely young woman at her best." "That doesn't sound so bad." "Well, most people don't think it is, but some people don't like it." "Do you like it?" "I never really thought about it much. I like any beautiful picture. So, I guess I would like it." "Can we try a couple of shots like those?" she asked me shyly. I almost dropped my camera. I looked at her and said, "Well, I'd be THRILLED to take any picture of you, but I don't want to do anything that will make you uncomfortable, or make you think I'm pushing you to do anything, Ok? You call the shots. I'll take any pictures you want, but you have to want me to." Somewhere in my mind I felt that this would justify what was going on. "All right. I don't know what to do though. How should I be?" "Well, that depends, Sally. Like I said, we can do anything from wearing your clothes really tight, or making it LOOK like you're taking off your clothes, to being completely naked but not showing the camera anything. What sort of a shot do you want to start with?" "Um, maybe I could kinda knot the front of my T-Shirt so it's really tight and that'll show off my stomach too. Would that look good?" "Sally, that would look terrific." We took a couple of shots like that and I suggested a slight change. "Hm. You know, we could make these look even sexier, if you want, but it might embarrass you so if you don't want to, just say so." "How?" "Well, with your shirt that tight, your bra is really obvious. If you took it off and put your shirt the same way, it would make people think you were being naughty – which is what we want these pictures to do." "Okay. I run around without a bra a lot anyway. It's not like I've got a lot of boobage anyway." She giggled. "They're perfect. Hang on, I'll turn around so you can take it off." I turned around and waited while she took off her shirt and bra, and then put her shirt back on. "That looks great – can I slide your shirt up a little bit? The more skin you show, the sexier the pictures look." "Okay, I guess." She stood stock still while I slowly slid her knotted T-Shirt's hem up until it was just under her breasts. She sucked her breath in as my hands almost brushed the delicate undersides of those tempting mounds. "There, that looks great." I stepped back and snapped a couple of shots. "Now, do you want to get really crazy?" I grinned at her. She smiled back, "How?" "Well, you still won't be showing anything, but we'll make it LOOK like you're about to. We'll unsnap your shorts and unzip the fly and just pull them open and down a little bit so your panties are showing. You're still wearing more clothes than if you had a bikini on, but it'll look really sexy." "I still can't get used to the idea that people would think I looked sexy." "Believe me, you're a knockout. Be glad I'm a gentleman, or I'd tear your clothes off and attack you!" I growled teasingly. She giggled and said, "OK, go ahead." I had meant for her to adjust her pants, but I wasn't going to pass up on the invitation. I moved close to her and carefully unsnapped the top of her shorts. She sucked her tummy in and watched me as I slid my fingers under the waistband, grasped the zipper tab and slowly slid the zipper down. I peeled her tight little shorts open and tugged them a few inches down her developing hips so that her panties were showing clearly. Light pink cotton – I couldn't have asked for a better contrasting color to her skin tone. I stepped back a bit and said "Wow." I snapped several more shots, breathing a bit hard as this young beauty was slowly being exposed before my eyes and my lens. I lowered my camera and said, "You are the most beautiful young woman I have ever taken pictures of." She blushed and said, very softly, "Thank you. Are the pictures really pretty?" "Oh YEAH!" I said, "Here! Let me show you." I stepped her through the 20 or so pictures we had so far. "Can you see how gorgeous you are? I could sell these shots for hundreds of dollars. Hell, I want to take more!" "Really? Ok! What do I do next?" "Well, do you want to get some really sexy shots?" "Sure! This is fun! And like you said, I'm not even showing as much as when I wear a two-piece." "Ok, this idea might be a little crazy, so if you don't like it, just say so and we'll try some different shots. What would look really sexy would be if you did this same exact shot, but without your panties on. You'll still have your shorts on, with the fly open and part-way down your hips, but it'll LOOK like your' just about to be naked." She giggled again – I really liked that little laugh of hers. "Okay, I guess. That should be Ok." I turned around and listened as she removed her shoes and then to the whisper of cotton on skin as she shucked her shorts and panties off and then pulled her shorts back on. "I'm ready." "Hm. That's almost perfect. I'm going to pull your shorts down just a little bit more, Ok? Tell me when it's just about to make you uncomfortable and I'll stop – that way we show the most without making you feel wrong. That would spoil the shot." She nodded and I slowly slid her shorts down her hips. She finally stopped me just before the top of her vulva would have become visible over the open fly of her shorts. "WOW!" I said, "That's great! You're really a lot more grown-up than I thought. Most girls your age would be terribly embarrassed. Which is silly 'cause you've got nothing to feel that way about. Hell, you should be showing this incredible body off whenever you can!" I gave her a big smile and was rewarded with one back. I took several frontal shots of her standing in different poses, and then suggested another change. "Let's have some fun like this. I want you to turn sideways and sort of bend over. Stick your rump out and pull your shorts all the way down to mid-thigh. Since you're sideways, I won't be able to see anything, but it'll look amazing." Her eyes got wide, but she did as I asked. I got a couple of shots of her like that and then asked, "Can I take what's called a 'dorsal shot'? That's this same pose, but I'd be standing behind you and you'd look back at the camera while I took the picture. You'd almost be mooning me!" She laughed at that and agreed. Her ass was an image of perfection and I wasted no time in getting several shots from a full body shot to a close-up of her rear- end. "You're the best! Want to get really crazy? Without showing anything at all?" "Why not? This is fun! I fell so naughty, but I'm not showing anyone anything. I feel really pretty too." "You should. You're gorgeous. Ok, what I want you to do is take your shirt off – I'll take a shot or two of you doing that and then we'll get another posed shot like this." She did as I asked and I watched the creamy smooth skin of her back slide into view as her shirt was tossed off to the side. We took a few more dorsal shots with different poses and expressions. "I can't believe I'm almost naked!" She giggled that lovely little laugh again. "Feels good though, doesn't it?" "Yes." This time there was a definite wicked tone to her giggle. I laughed too. "Well then, let's step it up a notch. Let's go back to some frontal shots, but I want you to use your arm or your hands to cover your breasts. Let's start with the arm." A dozen or more shots went by with one arm or the other covering her delicate little breasts, or her hands cupping them gently, with the V of the open fly of her shorts drawing the eye down her body. I paused there and showed her the pictures we already had. She demurely kept her arm covering her chest throughout the entire process. "Do you see how incredibly beautiful you are? I don't think I've ever seen a woman of any age look as gorgeous as you do." "Thank you." She said softly, with an angelic little blush. "Well, how crazy do you want to get, Sally?" "CRAZY!" she shouted with a shake of her head. "This is fun!" "You are a born model, Sally. Let's try this, but only if you want to! I'll turn around and I want you to take off your shorts. You're going to be totally naked, but not showing a thing. In fact, you'll be showing less than in these last shots. I want you to get on your hands and knees and use your right arm straight down so that it covers the side view of your breast, and I want your right leg brought forward so that I can't see anything down there, Ok?" Her eyes got wide and she said, "Sure. That sounds really naughty!" I'll show you the picture right after I take it and if you don't like it, I'll delete it, Ok?" "Ok." I turned around and she quickly kicked her shorts off and got into position. "I'm ready!" I turned around and almost died. She was incredible. The sun was glowing on her back; her hair was cascading down her neck and off her shoulders, her face looking at me with an unspoken question. "You are beautiful beyond the lot of mortal women, Sally. You look like a goddess of old. And you're in exactly the right pose. You really are a born model." By now the hard on in my pants was becoming painful. We worked several slight variations on that pose and different expressions and I got perhaps a dozen more shots. I was glad I had a 4GB Flash card! "Er, Sally, I want to show you the pictures – do you want to get dressed so I can show them to you, or can you cover up so I don't embarrass you?" She thought for a moment then laughed that wicked little laugh again. "I'm Ok with staying naked if it won't bother you." "BOTHER me? Sally, there isn't a man alive that would be bothered by you being naked. I would consider it a privilege to have my model trust me enough to stay naked around me." "All right then. Let's see the pictures. " She sat back on her heels, and brushed her hands off then stood up and walked towards me, a vision of youthful beauty that Da Vinci never dreamed of. Barely a trace of blonde pubic hair creating an arrowhead pointing towards the delicate furrow of her groin, a subtle sway to her hips and only the slightest vibration in her firm and high- set breasts, each crowned with a perfect dime-sized areola and exquisitely small nipple. She sat next to me, her gaze interrogating my reaction to her display. "Sally. I." I swallowed to try to regain my composure. "I've. Wow. You are so beautiful that there are no words." I wanted her so badly. I wanted to take her in my arms and make slow glorious love to her beneath this perfect azure sky. I retained enough self-control to resist my urges for a while, however. Instead, I showed her the pictures we had just taken. "Surely you see that from these pictures?" "I guess I've just never really thought of myself as pretty. I'm really glad that you think I am though. I've never let anyone see me naked before, so I was pretty afraid that you were going to laugh or tell me to get dressed." She cast her eyes down. "My step-dad always says I'm ugly. I think he's teasing, but it always makes me wonder. And my dad left, and that was my fault." "You needn't wonder. You're very, very beautiful." I patted her leg just above her knee, reveling in the silky sensation of her thigh. "I'll tell you right now, I'd love to take pictures of you naked too. I could never show those to anyone though, they'd put me in jail. But it would help me to remember you, because otherwise I'm going to think this was a dream." She blushed all the way down to her chest. "I don't mind. I'll let you take some, if you want to, Jim. No one has ever been this nice to me. What should I do?" I ran her through almost a dozen poses and perhaps another 60 shots. One of my favorites to this day is where she is stretched out on a boulder overlooking the lake. The sun highlights the gold in her hair and the deep cobalt blue of the lake provides the perfect canvas to frame her dazzling young form. Her left leg is straight towards the camera while her right leg is cocked up with her foot resting against her left knee. Her arms are over her head with her hands providing a pillow. While I was taking a rear- angle shot of her on all fours, she looked over her shoulder at me and asked the question that would lead to my utter downfall. "Jim, what is sex like?" I stopped clicking the shutter and lowered my camera. I didn't do the sensible thing. Instead, I answered her question. "It's wonderful, Sally. When a man and a woman love each other and want to show it, it just helps them to grow closer and love each other more." "No, I know that. I mean, what does it feel like? How do you do it?" "Oh." Now it was my turn to blush. That was ridiculous on its face as I was sitting here taking pictures of a naked underage girl while fantasies of taking this fledgling siren rampaged through my mind. Still, I couldn't help the reaction. "Well." I coughed "The man and the woman get naked and they get very close together. There are a lot of different ways to do it, but they all involve the man putting his penis inside the woman's vagina, or mouth, or anus." I took refuge in the formal terms to hide my foolishness. "Can you show me some of the ways people do it? You don't have to put it in me, or anything, but I'd like to know how to do it. And maybe you could take some pictures so that it looks like we're really doing it so I can see what it looks like." My jaw dropped until it bounced off my chest. "Sally, I'd have to get naked to make it look like we were really doing it. Wouldn't that bother you?" She wiggled her very naked bottom at me and giggled that wicked little laugh again. "Jim, I got naked for you, why should you getting naked for me bother me?" I wasted no time stripping my clothes off. Her eyes widened appreciably when my 6" long and 5" around dick sprang into view. "So, what do you think?" "I had no idea men looked like that! And look at all that hair!" I'm afraid my chest and legs are quite hairy. "Do you like it?" Now it was my turn to be shy in front of my 12-year-old model. "Yes, very much. So what do we do?" "Let me get this back on its tripod." I put the camera back on the tripod while I explained. "If you want to get back on all fours, I'll show you what's called 'doggy-style' because that's how dogs make love." She wasted no time getting onto her hands and knees. My mouth was dry as I approached her, my penis bobbing in time to my pace. She was looking over her shoulder watching me without any visible apprehension. "Like this?" "Almost – lower your shoulders just a little bit and stick your bottom in the air more." She did as I asked, "Sally, I'm going to have to touch you in some really sensitive places to show you this. Are you sure that's Ok?" "Oh yes. It's Ok Jim. I want you to. I really want you to." "All right." I reached between her legs and slowly stroked above her mound, watching her jump and shiver at my touch. "This needs to be up in the air a bit more, Sally." She moaned, very softly, and complied. "Now, if we were going to really do it, I'd do this." I stroked the tip of my erection from the base of her lips to the fragile button at the top, back and forth. "That helps your body to get slippery and ready for me to put this inside you." I punctuated my lecture with a slight pressure from my hard on at her virgin opening. "Once I put it in you," here, I slid myself along her slit and lay down on her back, cupping her breasts in my hands, "I'd come down here and use my hands to do things to make you feel even nicer." "Oh Jim. Oh. That feels wonderful." "Or, I could do this." I sat back up and took hold of her hips, pulling her bottom into my groin. She groaned again, "Take some pictures, Jim. I want to see what it looks like." I used my remote to take several shots of us in this position, then backed off a bit and took another one with my erection just barely spreading her lips apart. I thought I felt her pushing back at me, but I couldn't be sure. I wanted her so badly, but I wasn't just going to take this innocent flower. In this very short time she had become more precious to me than gold or rubies. I would not hurt her or allow her to be hurt if I could prevent it. "Do you want to see some other ways?" I asked as I was gliding the length of my shaft along her slit, teasing her opening and then letting it slip down towards her belly. "Yes. Yes. Please show me." "Lay on your back for me, Sally. These are called 'missionary position.' They're probably the most common way people make love." I took a couple more shots while she lay on her back, looking up at me with those deep indigo eyes gazing back into my soul. Finally, I scooted forward so that my length was just enough to barely spread her open. "Hook your legs around my back, Sally." She did so, and again I teased her with my shaft. In this position her bottom was resting on my thighs so after a few moments, I slid my hands along the backs of her thighs and lay my full weight upon her, resting on the backs of her legs. "This way is always fun. It lets the man have a lot of control." She was panting and now I was sure – every time I teased her slippery portal with my dick she was pushing back. "You can let your legs slip down to my hips too." She did so and I began slowly rubbing my length along her slit. She was pushing herself up and into me to increase the friction between us, repositioning her legs several times to find the best feelings. "Is that nice?" She was biting her lip and simply nodded. "Here, there's one more really common way to do it. It's one of my favorites because the woman gets to pick what feels best for her." I got off her and she whimpered. I smiled as I lay back on the soft grass. 'Come over here and sit just below my hips, Sally." In an instant, she was astride my legs. Without any suggestion at all, she began exploring my package, stroking, squeezing, rubbing, and probing. I groaned happily at her touch. Too happily – Too late I felt my climax rising. "Oh! Sally! I'm GAAAAAAAA!" I screamed as I came, exploding my body's essence all over her. To her credit, she didn't even slow down. She seemed fascinated by my actions, exploring the sticky white fluid with her fingers. When I finally finished, she asked, "Jim? Are you Ok? What happened?" "Oh, Sally, you made me climax – that's my semen, my sperm." "I did that? Really?" She almost purred as she resumed her stroking touch on my member. "That's the stuff that makes girls pregnant, right?" "Well, it would be. I've had a vasectomy, so my semen doesn't have any sperm in it. I can't get a girl pregnant." "Cool." She said. "So what do I do here?" "Well, if we were actually doing it, you'd simply raise up a little bit and hold me straight up and then lower yourself down onto me so that I slide inside of you. But since we're not doing that, just slide forward a little bit and let my penis go flat against my stomach." She did this, and began riding me like a cowgirl at the Calgary Stampede. My earlier ejaculation provided additional lubrication to the copious amounts of fluid coming from between Sally's legs. I raised my head slightly and wrapped my arms around her back, drawing her to me and began to suckle at her right breast. Her head snapped back and she began grunting as she sped up her thrusts, obviously climaxing with my penis buried between us. It only lasted a short while and she paused. "Jim, I love you." I felt her rise up, but didn't see my danger. I felt her hand slip between us and grip my erection and still didn't awaken to what she was doing. "Sally, I think I …I … Sally! Wait!" it was too late. Her weight was coming down onto me with the tip of my penis lodged safely in the vestibule of her virgin body. Her eyes closed and her face took on an aspect of intense concentration as she took me into herself. The pressure of her untouched vaginal walls was unimaginable. Her inexorable lowering took perhaps a minute and I was fully within my pre-teen lover. Fortunately for me, my finger was twitching on the remote control so I have a wonderful photographic record of her deflowering. She stopped, holding me within herself, acquainting herself with the sensations emanating from her body's most private spaces. I was speechless. "Jim. Are we doing it? Is this really having sex?" I gurgled and finally managed to croak out, "God yes, Sally. This isn't just sex. This is the best sex I've ever had!" The smile that spread across her face was only matched by the radiant glow her entire body took on. She lifted her hips slightly, and then lowered them again. She spent a few moments thinking about this newest of new wonderments and then repeated the motion. Quickly she began to match her movements to her body's desires. Long beyond any control, I matched her rhythm with my own thrusts. I felt her begin squeezing me within her tight little pussy and looked down to see my glistening rod playing hide-and-seek between the folds of her sex. I lost it again, crying her name and bucking my hips as I burst within her. She gasped and her eyes flew open wide as I emptied myself into her. That Mona Lisa smile returned as she realized what was happening between her legs and she adjusted her speed to match my own thrashing motions. When I had finished, she resumed her own pace. I could only lay back and watch this angelic vision moving above me, her face framed by the golden halo of her hair and the infinite violet blue of the sky vault, with the occasional cloud wheeling above us. After an eternity of pleasure, I felt her quicken her pace and her breathing above me. I tried to match my own climax to hers, but I was too late. She throbbed upon my impaling penis, her back arched, her eyes closed, her face a frozen mask of indescribable pleasure. She was just finishing when I followed her into orgasm, grabbing the solid muscles of her ass and pulling her hard onto me while my penis erupted its seed within her belly. Finally spent, we lay together enjoying the refreshing breeze wafting over our grassy bower. For the first, and only time, we kissed. Sally slowly raised her hips, allowing my abused penis to slip from within the velvet firmness of her vagina. She lay back down upon my chest, resting her cheek on my shoulder. "Jim, I always dreamed about what my first time would be like. I never dreamed it would be like that though. I'm sore. But I feel wonderful. I feel like I'm the most wonderful, special and beautiful girl in the world." "You are, Sally." "I can't see you again though, can I?" "What?" I am still amazed that she was thinking more clearly than I. "You'd go to jail, wouldn't you?" "Yes, I would." I admitted. "We couldn't really be together anyway, could we? I mean it's not like you could come visit me in Middle School. I wish you could though." She sat up. "Sally, I…" She interrupted me. "No, don't say anything, Jim. This is the most perfect day I've ever had and I want to remember it just like this. I'll always love you, Jim – No matter where you go there will always be one person who loves you. Always. I…I'm going to go. I love you." She scampered over to her clothes, scattered about the rocks. I glanced at the traces of blood, semen, and vaginal lubricant on my legs, groin, an abdomen, and watched this gossamer dream get dressed. The same stains were between her legs, but she seemed not to care as she quickly slipped on her panties, shorts, and T-shirt. She picked up her bra, turned and gave me one of those golden-haired smiles and dropped it on my camera bag. Then I watched her head back down the trail, limping slightly, until she disappeared. I removed the Flash Card from my camera and stowed it safely, dressed, packed my gear and headed back the way I came. I knew there could never be any more perfect shots than the ones I had just taken. I keep those photos safely encrypted and take them out whenever I need to remind myself that somewhere in the world there is a vision of perfection and that just once in our very imperfect world, there was a perfect day. I remember that somewhere, a young woman remembers me and loves me as I love her. Legally, I committed a heinous crime. However, I just can't convince myself that the exquisite experience we shared was wrong or immoral. I read about girls who's first times were being taken by a drunken boyfriend in a thirty second encounter at a party, or who do it 'just to get it over with' and I wonder who is the bigger criminal. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 35