Chapter 8: Revelations

After her shower, Eve rejoined Karl at his workbench and sat next to him as he worked, choosing to remain naked.

“What are you doing?” She asked out of curiosity.

“Oh, just trying to decide what you should be doing next,” he casually told her.

Feeling much at ease near the kindly older man, she hugged herself against his arm as she looked at the papers strewn about. None of it made much sense to the 16-year-old, but she still trusted him.

“Err, Eve, honey,” the old photographer finally said to her as he came to a decision. “I know that tomorrow is Saturday and all, but I was kind of hoping that you could drop by for a few hours extra work.”

“Do I really have to?” The young blonde asked.

“N-o, but I think you should anyway,” Karl told her. “It might help smooth things over between you and your Mr. Davenport I think. Oh, and it’ll probably be an all day thing.”

“Oh, all right, I’ll come,” she reluctantly agreed to come in. “I just have to think of something to tell my Mom so that she doesn’t come looking for me.”4

“You do that and let me know what you decide,” Karl smiled kindly at her.

Disengaging herself from him, Eve made her way to the changing room where her cheerleading uniform was. Only this time she didn’t even bother closing the door as she slipped it back on before heading home.

The bus ride home was fairly uneventful, the cool late afternoon air caressing her bare cunt-mound under the flap of her outfit. It did give her time think of something to tell her parents about tomorrow.

Then an idea came to her. She opened her cellphone and called one of the girls from school.

“Hello?” A familiar voice answered after the third ring.

“Hello, Marsha? It’s me, Eve,” she replied. “I need a big favor from you.”

“What kind of favor?” Marsha Winters, a 17-year-old from her home economics class.

“Well, I have this date tomorrow, you see,” Eve came up with a reason for her favor. “And I kind of need you to tell my folks that I’ll be spending the day with you.”

“A date? You?” Marsha seemed dubious of this. “And just who is this ‘date’ with?”

“I cant tell you that,” Eve told her. “We’re ... you know, we’re keeping it a secret.”

“Whatever,” Marsha humped. “Okay, fine, I’ll do it.”

“That’s great, thanks Marsha,” Eve smiled. “I’ll call you again later so that my parents can hear. I’ll return the favor somehow, I promise.”

About ten minutes later Eve walked into her home and headed straight to her bedroom to change into something more appropriate before her parents returned from their jobs.

But once in the privacy of her bedroom, she didn’t feel any rush to put on different clothes. Instead, she stripped out of her cheerleading uniform and just laid down naked on her bed.

Then, spreading her knees apart, she started strumming her fingers across her pussy, lingering over her tiny clitoris.

She was in such a rush to pleasure herself that she didn’t even bother closing the door to her bedroom, leaving it wide open. All of her past inhibitions seemed to have faded away thanks to Karl Richter’s indoctrination, just as it had today at the photo studio as she paraded around naked with not a care in the world.

Eve was still masturbating in her bedroom when the front door opened and in walked her father. He dumped his briefcase on the hallway table and headed up the stairs to change out of his business suit.

He was walking down the hallway pulling his tie off when he walked by Eve’s open bedroom door and stopped a few step further. From the corner of his eye something unexpected had gotten his attention.

Quietly backtracking, Philip Swanson peeked around the corner and couldn’t believe what he was seeing. This sweet innocent little girl was there on her bed, naked, and openly rubbing her cunt-lips as if she didn’t have a care in the world.

‘Eve?!?’ Phil thought in shock at what he was seeing. ‘What are you doing, baby?’

But instead of doing the fatherly thing and just walk away to give his daughter some privacy, he just stood there and stared like any red-blooded man would at such an unbelievable sight. And as he kept staring at his beautiful young daughter pleasuring herself so wantonly, he could feel his penis stirring in his pants.

‘When did my little girl become a ... a woman?’ Was his only thought as he heard her moaning in sexual gratification.

Then, without even thinking, Phil Swanson pulled his prick out and started stroking himself in time with his daughter’s masturbating fingers. It didn’t take very long before his prick was as hard as it ever had been before and he was finding I difficult to keep standing there.

And so, with his cock sticking out all stiff of his pants, Phil made his way to the master bedroom and quickly tore at his clothes before disappearing into the ensuite to finish the hand-job he had started on himself. He quickly lost it and blasted a stream of his cum all over the mirror in front of him.

Meanwhile, back in Eve’s bedroom, the blonde 16-year-old was also experiencing her own orgasm at almost the same moment. It was as if father and daughter were somehow connected in their lust.

Meanwhile, across town at Karl Richter’s Photo Studio, James Davenport arrived so that he and his partner could discuss the progress in young Eve Swanson’s development.

“I do believe our young Eve is ready for the next phase, partner,” Karl informed him. “Here, check out the videos from today.”

Karl played back the events of the day, including young Eve caught in the compromising position of going 69 with their Mastiff.

“Of course she was out like a light at the time,” Karl did add. “But anyone watching this won’t be able to tell the difference I assure you.”

“Yes, I see what you mean,” James agreed with a sly grin on his face. “What else have you got.”

“Well, there’s this,” the older man said as he adjusted the playback to about an hour later.

This one showed young Eve parading around naked in front of Karl without showing any sign of distress or even caring that she was naked.

“As you can see, most, if not all of her inhibitions appear to have left her now,” Karl commented. “Why the girl didn’t even flinch when I touched her around her cunt. Why the poor girl thought it was more important to hide her tits from me than her pussy being licked by Copper, can you imagine!”

“Now that is promising,” Eve’s school Vice-Principal smiled. “So, when do you think we should move on her?”

“I was thinking we could do it as soon as tomorrow,” Karl suggested. “We have more than enough footage to keep her in line if she balks, don’t you think. I’m just waiting for her to call me too confirm that she can come over. Apparently she has to ask permission to her Mommy and Daddy if she can leave the house. HA-HA-HA!”

“Yes, I think you’re right,” James Davenport readily agreed. “Tomorrow it is then. Let’s gather the things we’ll need and set things up for her now. And you’re sure hat her virginity is still intact?”

“Absolutely!’ Karl grinned. “I made sure that none of the dogs got to her cherry ... yet. But IT won’t be intact for much longer I think. HA-HA-HA!”

“I think you’re right about that too,” James grinned. “HAR-HAR-HAR!”

And so the two men busied themselves setting up the studio for Eve’s big CUMMING out performance. They rolled out the big round bed from her earlier photo session, and also a few of the sex-toys from the fake sex-shop.

A few hours later at the Swanson household, Joyce Swanson had arrived from work and was busy in the kitchen preparing dinner when her husband joined her.

“Have you had THE TALK with Eve yet, honey?” Phil asked his beautiful while in a hushed voice so that their daughter couldn’t hear.

“Just the basics,” Joyce replied, also keeping her voice low. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, I almost walked in on her while she was ... you know ... doing things,” he told her.

“Why you dirty old man,” Joyce smiled at him admitting this to her.

“Hey, it’s not like I helped her through it you know,” Phil smiled back. “But obviously she’s having thoughts about sex now and I think we ... well, you, should maybe talk to her about things she needs to know. You know, girl to girl.”

“Okay, fine,” Joyce scowled. “I’ll make some time this weekend to have THE TALK with her. Now if you’re not going to help with dinner, will you please leave so I don’t burn it.”

“Yes, ma’am!” He grinned teasingly as he left, but not before slapping his wife’s ass.

The family had a quiet dinner, even thought Philip kept staring at his teenage daughter more frequently than he usually did.

After dinner, Eve helped her mother clear the table and do the dishes. This gave Joyce the perfect opportunity to have a heart-to-heart talk with her daughter about sex. Though she felt uncomfortable talking about such things, she did manage to learn that her 16-year-old daughter was indeed curious about such things.

But her conversation was more about how a girl can pleasure herself without having a boy around to make things ... messy, as she called it. She also emphasized the importance of practicing safe sex if she ever decided to be more serious with a boy.

It was in the midst of this discussion where Joyce suggested she take her daughter to their family doctor so hat she could be placed on the pill, just in case.

“Oh! That’s cool ... I guess,” was Eve’s subdued response.

Her daughter’s demure response reassured Joyce that her child showed no real interest in having sex, which was really reassuring for her.

About an hour later Eve received the expected phone call from Marsha Winters. The two girls chatted for a bit and then she spoke to her parents.

“It’s Marsha Winters from school,” she informed them. “She wants to hang out tomorrow at the mall, is that okay with you?”

“Of course, dear,” her mother smiled.

“I don’t see a problem with that,” her father nodded in agreement. “You girls have yourself a good time. Mmm, don’t you have a game to go to also?”

“That’s much later, Dad,” Eve reminded him. “I’ll just bring my uniform with me and change once I get at the stadium.”

“Okay then,” he smiled back at her.

“I probably won’t get home till late thought,” Eve then added.

“I’m sure everything will be fine,” her mother smiled, secure in the knowledge that her young daughter wasn’t fooling around, or so she believed.

“But if you’re going to be real late, I want you to call home and I’ll come pick you up, okay,” Phil quickly added.

“Oh, Daddy, you’re such a worrywart,” Eve giggled at his concern. “But fine, I’ll call you if its late ... say... 9:00 o’clock, okay.”

“Make it 8:30 and you have a deal,” he smiled back at her.

“Okay, fi-ne,” Eve reluctantly agreed. ‘Mr. Richter and me should be done by then anyway.’

She then spoke to Marsha, who had hung up long before, letting the phantom caller know that she would meet her at the mall.

And so that Saturday morning, Eve left the house wearing a pair of Daisy Duke shorts and a ight fitting tanktop, without a bra underneath, which seemed to be her choice of late. She rushed o the bus stop to then head straight to Karl Richter’s Photo Studio.

About ten minutes later she walked into the studio to find Mr. Richter setting up some video cameras with a gorgeous dog at his side. This surprised her because he usually only took photos of her, and the few times he used video was so that he could pick shots to his liking, or so he said. Not to mention that anytime a dog was around she would somehow wind up up doing some pretty weird things with them.

“Why all the cameras, Mr. Richter?” The 16-year-old asked. “And why is that dog here?”

She then noticed that he had set up a standard bed in front of the huge backdrop which made it look like a young girl’s bedroom much like her own.

“Oh, this is my dog,” Karl said, patting the large German Shepherd’s head. “His name’s Champ. Anyway, I’ve been leaving him at home alone so much lately that I didn’t feel right leaving him behind this time. I hope you don’t mind.”

Unbeknownst to her, for now at least, Mr. Davenport, the Vice-Principal from her school who had sent her here in the first place for his silence, was watching all of this from the control room at the back with a knowing grin on his face.

“Well, he certainly is adorable,” Eve smiled, knowing that the dog wasn’t going to part of today’ photo session as she started cooing to the big dog as she rubbed the big Shepherd’s face while leaning down to him. “Aren’t you a handsome fella! Yes you are!”

“And as for the cameras,” Karl acted quite nonchalant about the cameras. “Well, today is going to be a little different you see. This new client of mine puts together photo-novellas, do you know what those are?”

“Err, no, not really,” Eve shrugged her shoulders.

“Well, they’re a bit like a comic book,” Karl explained. “But instead of doing hand drawn characters to tell the story, a photo-novella uses pictures of real actors and actresses to pay it out in photos.”

“Oh, cool,” the 16-year-old seemed intrigued by this.

“Mind you, if we do this,” Karl said hesitantly. “The pictures might be a little risqué for you. Are you sure you want to do this?”

“What do you mean by ... risqué?” Eve waned to know.

“We-ll, this will be for the European market, you see,” Karl said, lying yet again to put her mind at ease. “And, well, you know how the French are, they want to see skin like all the time.”

“You mean I’ll be naked?!?” The ‘shy’ teen gasped.

“Well, not exactly,” the old photographer quickly tried to ease her mind. “Not all the time anyway. It’ll be more like you’re play acting ... you know ... make believe.”

Though he knew full well what plans he and James Davenport had in store for the girl this day, and risqué doesn’t even come close to describing what they had in mind for the beautiful blonde-haired 16-year-old virgin. He was betting that his young model would be so free of her past inhibitions now that she would be willing to do just about anything he asked of her, just so long as he made it sound all ‘innocent’.

And Eve was not to disappoint.

“I suppose that would be okay then,” she naïvely accepted his assurances at face value. “So what clothes should I wear for this ... novella thing?”

“Your clothes are in the change room as always,” Karl told her. “Oh, and please put on the underwear this time. It’ll be important for the novella story.”

“Uh, oh, okay,” Eve said as she scampered over to the change room and stripped out of her shorts and top.

But when she saw the clothes waiting for her she was bit taken aback by them. It looked to be a very short catholic school girl uniform, much like hers, and on the bench were fairly plain looking panties and bra along with a pair thigh-high white socks.

As she had come to do over the last few days, she didn’t bother closing the door as she changed, which was a bonus treat for James Davenport back in the monitor room.