Chapter 3

He put his hands on her waist as he lowered his lips to meet hers. All they did was kiss, at first. His large lips dwarfed her pale, pink ones and she practically wallowed in the kiss. She made noises and grabbed his hand, pushing it down. The kiss went on and on as they breathed through their noses. She stiffened as his hand slid over her mound and slippery vaginal vestibule. Then she lifted one leg and the passion in her kiss increased.

She was genuinely excited. That was clear to Bob. Whether she’d be excited later was the issue. But he did what she asked for. He slid his middle finger over her small clit and hooked it to push it into her virgin channel. She gasped and pulled her face away, going rigid and he stopped.

“Don’t stop!” she panted, as she correctly intuited that he was worried and about to cease. “Keep going!”

He tentatively slid his finger in and out of her, always crushing and mauling her clit.

“Ohhhh Mama!” she whined. “Ohhhh, Bob, please don’t stop!”

He kissed her again and felt it in both her mouth and pussy when the orgasm hit her. Her pussy clenched, making it difficult for him to move his finger, and her lips opened as his tongue invaded her receptive mouth. He knew to stop moving his finger and felt her begin to relax. He pulled his lips from hers.

“You’re going to be sticky, and it can be intense when I break the bond and remove my finger.”

She nodded, only breathing rapidly, trying to catch her breath.

He broke the seal slowly and her pelvis pushed against him, but then his finger was free and he pulled it out. He lifted his hand and sucked that finger, licking around it where her juices had soaked his hand.

“Ewwww, Bob!” she complained.

“Oh, no, no, no,” he said. “You taste delicious.” He kissed her – just a peck – but made sure some of her essence was in that kiss. “See?”

She froze and blinked. Her eyes moved first and then her tongue licked her lips.

“I taste like that?”

He nodded. “That’s why intelligent men like to make love to a woman with their mouths.”

She shuddered, but looked into his eyes.

“I cannot even begin to imagine what that would be like,” she said.

“You have the rest of your life to find out,” said Bob. He stood back and glanced at the last outfit she had slowly taken off.

“I know. I know. I have to go,” she said.

She padded to the changing room and in short order came out dressed in the street clothes she had worn into his studio.

“Thank you,” she said.

“I haven’t paid you, yet,” he said.

“I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about letting me explore. I was terrified and excited at the same time. And I get how crazy it was and what you’re making me do, but I don’t think I’m going to change my mind.”

“You have to bring your mom to the next shoot.” His voice was serious. “Things got completely out of control today, and I don’t want that to happen again.”

“I’ll only bring her if it’s not a sexy shoot at all,” she said.

“I know of three jobs that would work for a girl who looks like you,” he said. “I didn’t bid on them because I didn’t have a model. Now I do.”

“So you’ll call me if you get some work for me?”

“Of course.”

“And if I come over to see if there’s any work, can you take more sexy pictures of me?”

“You’re making this hard for me,” he groaned.

As she walked by she let her hand drift over his bulge.

“I believe you said that was normal.”

Erica didn’t feel any different when she got home. Her mother still wasn’t home from the team building thing yet, so she took another shower, during which she rubbed to two orgasms and put on fresh clothes. The panties she had worn were soaked and the crotch of her shorts was damp, so she put a load of clothes in the washer and got it going. She was lying on the couch, reading a book, when her mother got home.

Megan Blaylock’s life had been a hard one. She developed early, was gorgeous early, and was used and abused by a string of “boyfriends” and two grown men early, as well.

The boys just fucked her and left her, hoping some other guy would fuck her too, so that if she got pregnant she couldn’t blame it on anybody but the last guy to fuck her. Of the men, one was her math teacher, who was young, hot, and married. He actually tutored her in math, because she had a hard time understanding it, but he also fucked her two dozen times.

She learned from him that the boys had had no idea what they were doing and she never let another boyfriend fuck her. It was the other grown man who fucked up her life. His name was Dan and he was her boss at the ice cream store where she worked part time. He took her to a storage closet where he fucked her standing up. He only did it three times, but it was his sperm that got her pregnant. She was fifteen at the time. He was married, and reminded her of all those boys she’d let between her legs, in terms of his skill as a lover. She’d had a period since the last boy had gotten his dick in her and her parents had taken her on vacation after he fucked her, so when she missed her next period it looked like her boss had gotten her pregnant. It was her word against his, and she had let three boys get her drunk and gang bang her just a few days before she should have started. She knew her parents would try legal stuff so she just told them she didn’t know who it was. In one sense, she didn’t know who it was.

All she knew for sure was that it wasn’t her math teacher’s baby, because Erica was a beautiful Caucasian baby. Her math teacher was black.

Now, at thirty-three, she had it figured out. It had taken backbreaking work and determination to get where she was. Along with a scholarship she got from the Benevolent and Protective Order of the Elks, she had put herself through college as a single mom. She had worked two jobs while she was in college and Erica was a frequent attendee at the college day care center. She had not dated since Erica was born. Basically, she gave up men to get an education so she could support herself and her daughter. She was a teacher, now, and had gotten a job teaching science and biology at the high school her daughter would go to at the end of this summer.

Being celibate for seventeen years had not been particularly difficult, in some senses. After two or three years it became a habit. She remembered sex, but only dimly. The math teacher was the only one who had created reasonably happy memories. She remembered being with him a little more clearly, but it had been so long all she could dredge up in her mind was exactly how her dildo felt when she used it to get some sexual relief, and she knew he hadn’t felt like that. She used her dildo often, three or four times a week, because two of the men she worked with were attractive, and the vice principal of her new school was a hottie, too. She knew better than to have a work romance, and in any case, felt like her life was fine the way it was.

So, her buttons got pushed, occasionally, but she didn’t let that affect her decisions. There was nothing wrong with her libido. She just didn’t trust any man she had met enough to become intimate with him, or even date him, for that matter. Men who went on repeated dates with women expected to eventually have sex. And Megan Blaylock just wasn’t ready to get down and dirty with a man ... yet. Maybe when Erica graduated and went to college. Maybe then she’d go out with a few guys and see if it was fun.

When she got home from a completely useless “Team building and refresher training” session, it was because she’d been around and gone through so much, that Megan sensed something different when she looked at her daughter. Actually, nothing looked different. It just felt different. Call it a blip appearing far away on a radar scope.

“What happened to you?” she asked. She had always been honest and blunt with her daughter. Erica was at “that age” where danger lurked everywhere. So far it looked like Erica’s dating life (she was only allowed two per month until she graduated from high school) was going better than Megan’s dates went, back in the day. She was very thankful for that. She wanted Erica’s eventual sex life to be very different than her mother’s. To that end, she had made sure Erica was comfortable talking about anything with her... especially her sexual feelings.

“I modeled most of the day,” said Erica. “We finished Teasdale and started on the project he was in the middle of when his former model quit.”

“And?”

“I got horny again,” Erica sighed. “By the time we got finished with the Teasdale stuff I realized he was going to find out because I modeled six swim suits as part of the shoot and ... well, I told him they were going to have to be washed.”

“Ohhh, no,” groaned Megan. “What did he do?”

“He said it was normal, and that lots of models get excited during a shoot. He said not to worry about it.”

“And he kept shooting?”

“We were almost done. I think it was only half an hour before he told me to rest while he did something with all the shots he’d taken. He said he’ll edit them later. Then I modeled the stuff for his project.”

Erica decided it wasn’t necessary for her mother to know about how they had “prepped” her for the white bikini shoot. Nor did she think her mother would understand why she had masturbated in front of Bob, and then asked Bob to masturbate her before she left.

“He didn’t try anything with you, did he?”

In Erica’s mind, Bob had not “tried anything.” When he shaved her he didn’t molest her, really. He got her hot enough that she masturbated in front of him. She still couldn’t believe she had done that. But she’d asked him to shave her. She’d been terrified he’d just tell her she wasn’t ready for the big time and to go home. When faced with the fear of that, asking him to shave her had seemed less scary. Then it turned out it hadn’t been scary at all. And, after that, all he had done was what she asked him to and that wasn’t “trying” anything in her young mind.

“He was a perfect gentleman,” said Erica.

“There is no such thing,” grunted Megan.

“Yes there is. He got excited during the shoot. I could tell from ... the front of his pants.”

“Oh, no,” moaned Megan.

“It was okay. Like I said, he didn’t do anything I objected to.”

“I’m worried about this man,” said Megan.

“He told me to bring you the next time he has work for me.”

“That makes me feel a little better,” said Megan.

It was five days before Bob called. Teasdale had accepted the series of pictures of Erica he’d sent them and even paid him for them. It had saved them a ton of money and they could get their ad campaign going before the season changed. Four days later, on the recommendation of people at Teasdale, another company offered him a contract to shoot a line of winter wear. They said “The young woman with black hair” would be a good model, if she was available. They had overnighted the clothing and he could shoot it as soon as Erica was available. He had also been offered another job by a different company that would have to be done by an adult, since it involved very slinky underwear and semi-nude shots. He could wait on that. The winter wear project was time sensitive.

And so it was that Erica led her mother to Bob’s studio.

“This is the place?” Megan scoffed.

“Just wait,” said Erica, smugly.

Once inside Megan said, “Okay. I get it. You were right.”

Then Bob came around a corner and saw them. His smile gleamed white in his dark face.

“Erica! I’m so glad you can help me with this series. And who is this vision of loveliness you have brought to me? I told you to bring your mother with you, not your older sister.”

“This is my mother, Megan,” said Erica, ignoring his obvious play. “Mom, this is Bob Chambers, my new photographer.”

“No!” snorted Bob. “How can she be your mother when she cannot be more than five years older than you are?”

Megan was still in shock from seeing Bob. He was so tall and so black that she froze, with her mouth hanging open. Memories of Mister Cummins slammed her and made her feel faint.

“She didn’t tell you I was black, did she,” said Bob as he recognized the shock in her. He took Megan’s hand and elbow, to stabilize her until she got control of her body again.

“No,” she gasped. “She didn’t.”

“I hope that’s not a problem,” said Bob, his voice serious.

“No. No. It’s not that. You just look very much like someone from my past, that’s all, and I was startled.”

“I have a doppelganger?” said Bob, as he led Megan to a chair.

“No. You just reminded me of him.”

“Well, I hope he treated you well. I do not want my likeness out there being bad.”

“He wasn’t ... bad,” said Megan, weakly.

Bob’s voice even reminded her of the man who had taught her how to have great sex. He had been dark black, and thin, though he was much shorter than this man, and less muscled, as well. She was alarmed to realize that her panties were getting humid. She hadn’t thought about Mister Cummins in a long time.

Bob got her a bottle of water and then explained the new job to both Erica and her. This series was winter wear, including ski outfits, both outer wear and things for inside a chalet, after the day of skiing was over.

The deal was struck and Erica was photographed in a dozen different outfits standing in skis and holding them up with a winter scene in the background. She had to take breaks because the clothes and lights were hot. Megan watched the man control her daughter and then care for her health. They finished the outside clothing and before starting on the “ski lodge” clothing, Bob told her to take a break.