Chapter 7: Cathy, the Nude Model

Louise, already completely naked, lost another hand and had no articles of clothing left to give up.

"What happens now?" I asked. "Is the game over?"

"If you're ready to take pictures, it is," Don said. "Otherwise, if we're going to keep playing, Louise has to do a forfeit."

"A forfeit?"

"Sure. Louise will have to take orders from the person with the best hand. That would be you, Tad. You won the hand."

"Hmmm," Tad said. "I have to tell her to do something?"

"Right," Don said. "Something naughty!"

"OK," Tad said. "Uh -- Louise, you have to go over and -- let's see -- go over to Don and suck on his nipples!"

"No," Louise said. "Don's still got his undershirt on, so his nipples are still covered. The way these forfeits work, you can only order the loser of a hand to do something involving someone else's bare skin. You two guys -- you haven't lost enough hands to have anything interesting for me to suck on!"

"Well," Tad said, looking over at my bare breasts, "go over and suck on Cathy's nipples!"

"It'll be a pleasure!" Louise said. Before I knew it, Louise had knelt next to my chair and had my right breast in her hot mouth, gently sucking on my nipple.

"No suck welts!" Don shouted, laughing. "We have to have her in tip-top condition for her photo session!"

Louise was cool. She got up, walked around the back of my chair, knelt again and gave equal time to a loving suck on my left breast. "Look at that!" she said. "Her puffies have disappeared and now her nipples are sticking out like gangbusters!"

It was true. The gentle sucking had turned my nipples into hardened little nubs, both pointing forward, stiff and prominent.

"Jesus!" Tad said. It was like he'd never seen them before.

Well, I still had my skirt on over my panty-less butt, but the poker game broke up anyway. Louise stayed buck naked and apparently unembarrassed, and took my hand and escorted me into the master bedroom. Sure enough, the shocking Beaver portrait was gone from the wall, with a bland wall decoration taking its place for the duration of our photo session.

"Take off the skirt," Louise said when we were alone.

I did. She looked me over frankly and appreciatively. "Blonde all over!" she said. "Fuck, girl, you're gonna make Don come in his pants!"

"No panty lines," I said, trying to relax and get into the spirit of the thing.

"God, to be nineteen again!" Louise said. "What an incredible fucking body you've got!"

"Don't give me that!" I answered. I really thought she was wrong about that one. Louise's body was tight and trim and she was, to my eyes, every bit as attractive in the nude as I was. "You look incredible naked!"

"Thanks," she said. "I do, don't I? I think even Don -- who has a wonderful eye for the female form -- was a little bit surprised -- pleasantly surprised -- the first time he saw me naked."

"I think we're going to give those two guys all-night boners," I said, laughing.

"You bet!" Louise said. "Now you're getting loose and ready for this! That's great, girl! Remember, the more at-ease you are, the better these photographs are going to be!"

"I'm ready," I said. Louise took my hand again and led me back into the living room.

Don had set up three light stands in the room, focused on the couch. His first photographs of me were going to be taken there.

When Louise and I came into the room, Tad wolf-whistled and Don just shook his head slowly in silent admiration. "You two look good enough to eat," Don said, and that's exactly what I would like to do, right now... But we've got pictures to take!"

Thanks to the two glasses of gin, the wine earlier, and the brief poker game, I didn't need the security of starting off with lingerie. We began the photo session with straight nude shots. Don, speaking to me in a calm, reassuring voice, gave me specific directions about posing, often encouraging Louise to come forward and help me to strike a pose. He usually didn't take a shot until a pose had been carefully arranged, and until I'd held it for several seconds so that I came to feel more natural and more comfortable in the position he'd chosen.

The longer it went on, the easier it got. Louise was always close by, touching me, arranging my limbs, encouraging me to relax and to move naturally. I began to enjoy the experience immensely.