Chapter 26: New Living

I HAD ONE MORE TASK before I could move back to Chicago for the winter. She was waiting for me at the top of the stairs when I got to the studio.

“Hi, Sandra. How does it feel to be a junior in high school?” I said.

“Blech! If it weren’t for not wanting to be out in the real world being an adult like you have to be, I’d say I hate it. But it’s saving me from the life of labor and responsibility that I know awaits,” she said.

“Well, by this time, you know what school is all about and you can do what’s necessary to get through. Are you considering what college you’re going to?” I asked the sixteen-year-old girl collecting photos of herself to compare her development over the years.

“Yeah.” She unceremoniously stripped off her clothes as I got the camera attached to the tripod and pulled down the backdrop. This was our tenth photo session together. Over the past two years, I’d probably learned as much about human female development as my client had. I’d seen her budding little breasts when she was not quite fifteen, had photographed her hymen, and had compared each session’s photographs with the previous. I’d held her breasts, spread her labia, broke her maidenhead at her request, and fingerfucked her to orgasm. All in the name of her research on how her body grew and changed. Now, she was nearly seventeen and was truly a beautiful young woman. I hate to make comparisons, but far more beautiful than her older sister Pam.

“The difference I see in you this morning is far more dramatic than anything I’ve seen before,” I said. “And at the same time, I’m having trouble describing it. Are you taller? More developed? New haircut?”

“Yes, yes, and yes,” she smiled. She took the first position for her comparison shots and we started working. “If we don’t have to take as many pictures to get good comparison shots, I’d like to try some other things, too. I mean poses. We’ve taken all these pictures—like more than a hundred—and I don’t have one that I can show anyone else. Do you think we can do something new?”

“Of course we can,” I said. “If I need to load a second roll of film, I have no problem with that. If you don’t mind, I’d like a picture I can show of you, too.”

“Oh, good. I could sign a model release. I’d love to become one of Nate’s models.”

I took just two of each pose, confident now that I knew what I was doing when I set them up. We moved the couch to its position, covered with a white sheet and she laid back on it, spreading her legs to expose her pussy to me.

“Nate? You know, I really enjoy it when you ... you know ... open me up. I mean touch me. Would you mind? I feel that I’m beginning to moisten. I’d like one photograph in which I am truly lubricating. Would you touch me? Please?” she said.

I was tempted to laugh. How ridiculous is it for a beautiful girl to practically beg a nineteen-year-old boy to handle her pussy and try to get her turned on so she lubricates? How absurd to think that I’d refuse that invitation. I stroked up the inside of her thighs to her pussy and she sighed, pulling her legs back and open even further.

“You know, this is very special to me,” I said. “I have girlfriends that I touch, and make love to, and sometimes I touch models. But you are the only girl I sit with and talk about her development and just look at. Your little research project has been very informative for me.”

“I know you like to look at my naked body—especially my pussy. I know you like to touch me and feel my breasts and even put your fingers in my vagina. But do you like me, Nate? Just me, without thinking about my tits and pussy?” Sandra asked.

I stopped what I was doing and moved up to sit next to the girl who had been coming to me for two years to have a record of her growth made.

“Sandra, I have grown very fond of you. I can’t exactly say, ‘like a sister,’ because I would never do these things with my sister. And not like a girlfriend, because I don’t think of you as a life companion. But I consider you to be a dear friend who has shared with me a rare gift, and has invited me to be part of her world. And I love being a part of your world, Sandra. I care very much for you.”

I leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips—a kiss that she invited deeper. We kissed and I caressed her, treating her breasts the way I’d learned she liked most. When we parted from that kiss, I saw moisture in her eyes and kissed them.

“I had better finish our little task before we get carried away,” I said. She nodded.

Inviting me into that kiss had done as much for Sandra as I could have done manipulating her clit. Her pussy was well lubricated with a white mucus that dripped out of her vagina and down her crack. I took the picture and backed it up with a second. Then I moved the camera away.

“Nate? Please?” she said. “Make me come?”

I found myself helpless to resist her innocent plea, even though we had done this before, I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen her pussy so ready to fuck. I bent to it and licked her bud, then inserted my fingers in her very wet hole. I moved my other hand in so I could press my thumb against her rosebud. So much of her lubrication had run down her crack that the back hole was very slippery, and the tip of my thumb entered the passage.

Sandra gasped and pushed her pussy into my mouth so I would continue to lick it. In a moment, with the triple stimulation, she came hard. But she didn’t pass out. She rolled toward me and found the zipper in my slacks. She quickly began licking and sucking on my cock until I finally moaned and filled her mouth with my come.

I pulled myself together and stepped away from where the sixteen-year-old was still splayed wide open. She sat up and took my hand so she could stand.

“I was thinking of a pose with a sunbonnet that would cover my eyes and maybe part of my face so I couldn’t be recognized. Then you could display a picture of me and no one would know it was me. You know, you’re still the only boy who’s seen me like this,” she said.

“Do you have a bonnet?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Let me get the seaside backdrop up. You’ll need to help me.”

She helped lift the backdrop up onto the stand and I deployed it while she fetched her sunbonnet. She was pleased with the backdrop, which had been labeled, Sur la Plage, but didn’t have a show name on it.

“Now, let’s get you in a good position as we only have two frames left.” I moved her around until I thought we had a good position and took a shot, then lit her a little differently and took the last frame.

“That’s it?” she said.

“Actually, I’d like to take one more, but with a different camera and film. The texture of your skin is so beautiful, I want to see if I can capture it with slower film and a large format camera. It will take a minute or two for me to set up.”

“Okay. I’ll just stay here looking out at the sea and imagining I am in Hawaii or something.”

I got the 4x5 camera and a sheet of x-ray film to shoot at an extremely low ASA. I got Sandra aligned like I wanted her and then had her fold her arms so her breasts would not be visible. I spent time holding her in an embrace as I made subtle adjustments. Then, finally, I got behind the camera lens and carefully focused.

“Hold steady now. Long exposure.”

I pressed the cable shutter release and the big camera clicked loudly.

“Now, let’s see what we have on this frame,” I said as I pulled the film holder. I headed for the darkroom and Sandra followed me in without dressing.

I set Sandra to agitating the developer tank with the Hasselblad roll in it, while I set up the bath for the 4x5 film. When Sandra had the roll of film processed, we rinsed it and I set it up to print the usual set of photos. While the paper was being exposed, I rinsed the x-ray film and got ready to print it. I had the feeling Sandra was being more ... loving than usual. She always came into the darkroom naked. But as I set things up, she was constantly touching and hugging me.

“You haven’t told me anything about how life is going,” I said. “When we last got together, you were dating a guy named Bruce and were thinking of going all the way with him. How’d that go?”

“Hmm. I suppose you couldn’t just tell by looking at my vagina that nothing’s been in there but my fingers. Or yours,” she sighed. “I could have slept with him, I suppose, but it turned out that I didn’t like him that much. You know, he was okay. I can’t think of anything that was particularly wrong with him, but he just didn’t seem important enough to me to have sex with.”

“Well, I’m sure the right guy will come along. Are you dating anyone else?” I asked as I exposed the enlargement of her beach scene.

“Yeah. This is where having an older sister who’s a slut comes back to bite me. Guys with older brothers have heard that Pam was a juicy lay and all a guy had to do was find out what she wanted at the moment and she’d fuck him. So, the younger brothers figure that if they take me to dinner or buy me flowers, I’ll at least let them finger me. I’m getting disgusted with it.”

“Ouch. That smarts. You don’t give off any of the same vibe as your sister did.”

“I know she offered to fuck you just about every time she saw you. And she would have, too, just because you made her look so good in your pictures. She considered that a fair trade. I can’t think of anything I’d trade my pussy for if I didn’t really like the guy,” Sandra said as she hugged me and I turned off the enlarger lamp and moved the 10x16 print to the developer. I turned in her arms and wrapped mine around her bare back.

“You’ve chosen a tough path, I think, but it’s a good one. I don’t think I told you that when I was dating Chris and Ronda—before we’d become lovers—I was also dating a girl named Kelly. My mission was to get experience with Kelly so I’d know what I was doing when I made love to Chris and Ronda. But when it came down to it, the night I was supposed to go all the way with Kelly, I didn’t want to. I wanted to share that experience with Christine. I wanted her to be my first. It turned out that Kelly really wanted to have this guy named Allen be her first, so we agreed to not go all the way that night and to save the experience for our ‘real’ boyfriend and girlfriends,” I said.

“Wow! So, you were both prepared to go all the way but just stopped? That must have been hard.” She punctuated her statement by grinding her pussy against my cock. She knew what condition I was in because I was always hard when Sandra was around. I pushed back against her.

“We didn’t just leave each other hanging. We were two naked teens in the back seat of my mother’s car and definitely found a way to relieve each other. Then we went to a movie, and when it was over we went back out and parked, so we could have a good time with each other again.”

“But you didn’t fuck her.”

“No. Not until a couple of months ago. We just ran into each other by accident and ended up spending the night together. She’d broken up with Allen that first summer, and the next summer Christine broke up with me. So, we just decided to enjoy finding out what it would have been like with each other. Turns out, it would have been pretty damned good, but neither of us would have been happy with it.”

I released her and moved the photo to the stop bath. Sandra pulled at my shirt to try to get it off.

“Hey, what gives?” I laughed.

“Get naked. Get naked and do with me what you did with Kelly. I don’t mean two months ago, but two years ago when you decided not to go all the way. I know you don’t want to go all the way with me, but I want to feel that naked happiness like you had then.”

“You know, it’s hard for me to resist you, Sandra. You are far more tempting to me than your sister ever was.”

By the time I’d finished with that statement, my shirt was off and Sandra had my belt unfastened and my pants unzipped. I glanced at my watch. We had more than an hour before anyone would come to the studio. They all knew not to show up when I blocked the time off as private session. I pulled Sandra to me and kissed her. I don’t think I’d ever kissed her with such passion and intensity. It was very good. My cock was pressed up against her belly and she was rubbing up and down against me.

I moved the print to the fixer. Then I went back to kissing Sandra and working my way down to suck on her tender nipples. I kissed her all over, as much as we could do standing in the darkroom. Then I grabbed the print out of the fixer and rinsed it. As soon as I had the print on a drying plate and squeegeed off, I set it aside and picked Sandra up in my arms. I stepped out into the studio and carried her to the fainting couch. I hadn’t turned any lights on in the studio except the photo lights, so when I turned those off, it was pretty dark. I lay down with Sandra on the couch and began worshiping her lithe young body with my mouth and hands. I made sure she came on my fingers before I gave her a chance to start kissing my cock.

“Are we going to make love, Nate?” she whispered.

“We are making love, Sandra. We just aren’t having intercourse,” I answered.

I moved her around so her pussy was over my mouth and she had easy access to my cock. Then we went to work on each other. We both came, and didn’t slow up a bit. I kept munching on her clit with a finger in her pussy and another pressing against her asshole, just wiggling and stimulating her there. She liked that a lot. She acted like she’d just fallen in love with my cock and wanted to kiss and pet it in every way possible. Eventually, I let another load go in her mouth. She came on my tongue again and collapsed. I pulled her around and held her in my arms, kissing her all over her face and lips. Kisses which she was soon returning.

“I feel it,” she finally whispered. “I feel the satisfaction and the desire. I’ve shared so many of my thoughts with you as I’ve grown up the past two years. And now I feel how close I’ve really become to you. And I feel hope. I know now that I don’t need to just choose a guy to give my virginity to so I can have that experience and write down my thoughts. When I find a guy that clicks, I can go that step without making it the goal. And one day, like with Kelly, you might find me naked in your arms with your cock in my vagina. And we’ll both find out how wonderful that could be.”

“I think you’ll have a very good year in school this year,” I whispered. “I’m looking forward to recording more of your progress, and sharing this little bit of love with you.”

Sunday afternoon, I kissed Patricia and Little Toni goodbye for a while and took Anna and Ronda east with me. We had the VW packed with what we felt we needed to get started on the school year. In Rockford, we got Anna moved into her room and spent a little time loving her before Ronda and I continued to Chicago.

We didn’t have a place to stay Monday night. We didn’t feel comfortable crashing at Elizabeth’s again with just the two of us. We couldn’t move into the apartment until Monday the first. So, we checked into a Motel 6 about five miles west of the campus. We went out for dinner and just talked for a couple of hours. It seemed I’d had a lot of time with Anna the past few weeks, and not as much with my other girlfriends. Anna had become my righthand person in the studio, managing the accounts and making sure I was seldom alone in the darkroom. I spent time with Ronda and Patricia and Beth, but whenever I turned my head, it seemed Anna was with me.

“I like having Anna with me in the darkroom and in the studio,” I said. “I feel like I don’t spend enough time with you and Patricia.”

“Or Beth.”

“Yes, but there’s no real remedy for that. Beth and I were together a lot during the school year last year, but the calendar doesn’t always work in our favor. And now she’s on tour we won’t see each other for weeks.”

“Now you’re stuck with me.”

“Ronda, I don’t consider being with you the same as being stuck. I can’t believe we’re going to live together. Are we ready for this?”

“I’ve been thinking about shacking up with you for two years, love,” she laughed. “I don’t know if we’re ever ready for that kind of thing, but I’m sure looking forward to it.”

“What are you looking forward to most?” I asked.

“Well, I’d be lying if I didn’t say making love to you as often as we want isn’t high on my list,” she said. “But there are simple things, too. Like just having dinner with you at night. Sitting with you and studying. Grocery shopping. And then making love. I want to go through my day, studying and listening to lectures and writing papers. But I’ll know that at night when I’m exhausted and fed up with people, I’ll be home with you. Even if you’ve had a bad day, you’ll hold me and comfort me, because that’s what I’ll be doing for you. We’ll take refuge in each other’s arms and know that no matter what the world throws at us, we have each other.”

“I love you so much, Ronda. Are we going to become a couple this fall? I mean like Christine and I did when you went away for the summer. We were together. We became a couple. When you came back home, it was different than it had been. I often wondered if she’d still be with us if we hadn’t become just a couple and then broke up with each other,” I said.

“We’re already a couple, honey. We became a couple the night you told me we could share Chris instead of fighting. And you didn’t become a couple with Christine that summer. You became a couple when you kissed after midnight on New Year’s Day. You became a couple with Anna the day you met. You became a couple with Beth in the darkroom after her first photo shoot.”

“And Patricia?”

“That was complicated because there was Tony. But you truly became a couple with Patricia when you went into the delivery room to hold her hand while Little Toni was born. You might have a deeper bond with her than with any of the rest of us, even if you don’t spend as much time together,” Ronda said.

“And we’ll still have room in our lives for all of us?”

“I’ve come to love Anna, Patricia, and Beth. You know, I played around a little with Leanne and Theresa. And Judy. But even though we aren’t lovers, I can go to bed naked with naked Anna and we’ll hold each other and kiss until we fall asleep in each other’s arms. The same is true of Patricia and Beth. Not lovers, but we love each other.”

“Hmm. I think we need to pay the check and get out of here. Our waitress is eying us,” I said.

“Yes. I want to lie naked in your arms tonight. I want to feel your hard cock invade my pussy, slide in and out of me, and feel your semen splash against my vaginal walls. I want to couple with you.”

We went to meet the apartment manager and get our keys Monday morning, thankful that he’d meet us on the holiday. We carried our bags up to the apartment and then went shopping. By the time we were done, the back of the bus was full of stuff we’d need. I was thankful there was an elevator up to our sixth floor apartment.

“I think we need to go on a scavenger hunt,” I sighed as I looked around. We’d brought everything up to the apartment that we had in the microbus and it didn’t look like much. The only furniture we had was a kitchen set with a table and four chairs. Ronda had managed to find dishes and pans to cook with. We’d brought the air mattress from the bus up to the apartment and I was still puffing to get it blown up enough for us to sleep on. Our clothes were either in the closet or still in our suitcases since there was no dresser.

“I never thought about what moving into an apartment that wasn’t furnished would be like!” Ronda laughed as she put away the remaining dishes. “Um ... We’d probably better get groceries tomorrow before we start on scavenging anything else. All we managed to get today was cereal and milk for breakfast. And a couple of sad looking bananas.”

“I think we’ll be able to find some furniture in the studio. And we should plan a trip to Tenbrook to raid the studio there. We do have some pieces of furniture that are usable. I don’t think Patricia will be able to bring that much in her little Rambler. She’ll need to bring a bed for Toni and the other baby stuff she needs here,” I said.