Chapter 3

Since it was only 4 o'clock and my parents would be out for a while, I walked over to John and Beth's house to see about developing some film. When I got there, they appeared to be in a good mood and invited me in. I asked them if I could do some work in the darkroom, and they agreed. I mentioned that they seemed to be in a good mood and got a big grin from each of them. They then said that they had just heard back from the lab the day before, and they were going to have another child. I congratulated them and we chatted for a bit. I excused myself and went back to the darkroom. I developed the negatives and then hung them to dry.

I was walking out to head home to wait there until I needed to return. I told John I was going home to fix myself some dinner while the negatives dried and then I wanted to come back and do some prints. He said I should just stay and have dinner with them. I looked to Beth and she said she had plenty. Dinner was just meatloaf and potatoes. I enjoyed dinner and hanging out with the family. Both of them were certainly happy.

John asked if I needed any help with the photos and I told him, "sure."

We did a couple of test prints and when he saw the subject, he just smiled. "You are just trying to get me in trouble."

"With who?"

"My wife."

"Which is it? You don't like the pictures or you don't think your wife will like the pictures?"

"I told Beth that you had seen our album. At first she was upset but when I told her what you said, she changed her tune and was glad you enjoyed seeing them."

"I want mine to be as tasteful as the ones you took. I loved the innocence and natural way that you took them. Even the posed ones did not look slutty."

He asked me to hold on a minute and came back with Beth. I did not know what was about to happen but I was ready for Beth to yell at me and send me home.

John handed the pictures to Beth and her eyes got big. She looked at me and then back to the pictures. Finally, she looked at me and asked, "What is this?"

I answered, "I took those today. What do you think?"

"I think you are too young to be taking nude photos. You are only fourteen years old."

"I saw the natural beauty in the shots that John took and I wanted to try to capture some in the same way. Robin was interested in my photography and volunteered."

"Does she know you are showing them to everyone?"

Her accusation really hurt my feelings. "I did get permission to show them to John so that he could help me get better. I did not know he would show them to you without my permission. I guess I screwed up."

She could sense my level of upset at what she said. She could see that she and John had just broken my trust with my model. She could see that this wasn't just a stunt to see naked girls.

She quietly said, "I am sorry Britt, I shouldn't have reacted that way. These are very good pictures for your first time with this type of subject. I should not have snapped at you without getting some of those questions answered first. I think John thought they were good but I was not looking for the artistic value but just the subject matter. Please forgive me."

"It's ok. I can understand what you were thinking and why you were thinking that way. I didn't know where John was going when he went to get you."

She started to study each photo and came back with three, the same three that I liked the best. Beth asked me to tell her about them. I explained what I liked about each and what I was trying to capture when I took each picture. We seemed to lean closer and closer until our shoulders were touching as we leaned over the counter to look at them. She finally said, "Britt these are very good pictures. You have a good eye and the right heart and frame of mind for taking these types of photos. You seem very mature and I don't think you were just trying to take nudie pictures."

"Thanks Beth, I would love to take some of you and John but I know you wouldn't want to do that."

She was about to explode again but stopped herself. "What does that mean exactly Britt?"

"When I was in developing the negatives earlier, right after you told me you were pregnant, I thought it would be cool to have a series of nine photos. The first would be you and John both naked but standing in a traditional pose. You would be on the right and he would be on the left. He would be slightly behind you and you would turn your body with your left leg slightly forward. He would have his arm around your back. You would both be naked but the only viewable nudity would be your breasts and then mostly from your left side."

"We would mark a spot on the floor and do a time lapse sequence where we would take the same picture each month. Your stomach would grow and I would guess your breasts as well as they fill in with milk. You would see the baby growing from the outside. I could envision the love radiating from you both as you love each other, and as the baby grew inside you, your love would also grow for the baby. I thought the final photo would be you holding a new baby to you breast to complete the sequence."

I looked away from the visions in my head and shifted my focus to Beth. She had tears in her eyes. She reached out and touched my arm.

"I wish we would have done that with Johnny as well. Will you take the pictures?' I can see in my mind what you just described. I only wish that the baby were already born just so I can see the finished pictures. I want to have a long frame down the hallway so everyone can see the love you described. I always thought that John just took pictures of me so he could look at my tits. Now I see the love that you saw in those pictures. I don't want to hide them on a shelf any more. I don't think I will put them all out for viewing but I'm not ashamed to have them around or for people to see them. She pulled me into a big hug."

I looked over and John had a tear in his eye as well. "I don't know if I should be happy about the change in Beth or upset because you just got my wife to sign me up for nude photos." I lifted up my shirt showing my results from the sit ups I was doing and said, " You better start doing some sit ups or you will just look like a fat old man standing next to your beautiful wife."

We all laughed and the tension broke. John said he had a backdrop out in the garage and he would set it up if I could come over tomorrow for the first shot.

I told him that would be fine.

We all sat down in the family room and talked about the pictures of Robin. John gave me some feedback and Beth put in her two cents from and artistic and a female perspective. She also told me that if I wanted to bring Robin by she would talk to her. At the same time, she would also apologize for looking at the photos.

Just then, Johnny woke up from his sleep and Beth went to check on him. I made my exit and headed home.

Robin loved her pictures. I did tell her about Beth seeing them and went on to explain what happened. Understanding the situation, Robin forgave me. She and I became good friends, but she did take some shit for hanging out with "the kid". One of the things I most respected about her was that she didn't give a shit what other people thought or what other people said. She knew what she liked, she knew what she wanted and that's what she did. She was also very sexual and adventurous. She loved her body, she loved to play with her body, she loved to show off her body and she was very comfortable with who she was.

We got together many times over the rest of the year and through the summer to take pictures, go swimming, play tennis or take the boat out. On the last day of summer, Doug came over to the house and wanted to go water skiing. That day, Robin was over, so we all took the boat out. Doug went first and I was driving. Robin was sitting next to me but facing the other direction to keep an eye on Doug to watch him ski. I teased her that with the dark tan she had from being out in the sun all summer, if she took off the bikini bottoms she would still look like she had on a white bikini. She looked at me and said, "No way." It wasn't a busy day on the lake and there were only around three or four other boats out that day. She was shaven almost bald for bikini season so to anyone looking, it would look like a white bikini from a distance.

She was next up for skiing so I got out my camera to take some pictures. I told Doug to get ready to drive and I would get Robin ready. She slipped in the water and asked for her first ski. I held out my hand and asked for her bottoms. I was quiet when I asked her, but she heard me. She shook her head but I held out my hand again. She finally gave them up and I put them in the corner of the boat. I handed over the skis and slowly let the rope out until she gave the signal to start the boat, and then up she went.

It wasn't crowded on the lake but Doug still had to keep his eyes open for other boats. It was the third time looking around that he finally looked back and did a double take. I had taken a couple pictures of Robin and then focused my camera on Doug. The look on his face when he figured out what was going on was a picture that we all have a copy of to this day.

She finally fell and we swung around to pick her up. I told her to grab the rope so she could ski back to the house, but she didn't want to ski up to our beach without a bathing suit. She had on her top under the life jacket but still, she felt uncomfortable. I told her we could just leave her for another boat to pick her up. I started to pull in the rope and she said she would ski in. I told Doug to head to the house and off we went. As we started to get close, I told him to slow down, not too slow, that she couldn't stay up, but about 20% slower than we had been going. We eventually got to the house and she dropped into the water and swam to the back of the boat after she pushed her skis to the beach. She was going to clobber me.

As soon as she got in the boat, I wrapped her in a big towel and told her how hot she made me. I reached down and put my finger at the entrance to her pussy. It just slid up inside of her. She was so wet. I asked her "Do you want your bottoms or my tongue?" She pulled me down on top of her right in the walkway of the boat. She was as horny as I had ever seen her. The excitement of someone possibly catching her in this position really got her going. I started to lick her pussy and then looked up at Doug who was in shock. I told her that we couldn't leave him hanging and if she wanted my cum, then she should start taking care of Doug. She pulled him to his knees and turned to the side to get at his cock as I went back to eating her out. I would get her close and then back off, and then get her close again. She was hitting at my head to get me to finish her climax. I finally just clamped down over the top of her slit and sucked as hard as I could. The suction took her over the top. Doug finished around the same time and he was still in shock over what had just happened.

Later we were sitting by the pool after Doug had gone home. I could tell that Robin liked someone to dominate her. She got off on following others orders. She was particular about who that person was. However, when she went into that mode, she went all the way. During the time that we were together, I would challenge her or dare her to take things to the edge. There were a few times that someone almost caught us. There was one time someone did catch us but I think the man in the park was more pleased than upset with what he saw. Robin asked me about our relationship and what did I feel about what we were each other. The term "friends with benefits" came to mind but that was not a common phrase and we had not had sex yet so I did not want to use those words.

"Robin, we are good friends. At this time, I am not looking for a wife or a girlfriend. I truly enjoy being with you and playing with you. I like it when we role play and you are my sex toy, but I don't want to own you or anyone else right now." I couldn't read her thoughts so I went on, "I care for you and would do anything for you, and I would never hurt you. What are you looking for between us?"

"Britt, you excite me. You are much more mature than your age would show. I don't really want a boyfriend but if I had to have one, it would be you or someone like you. I will be busy this coming year with school and tennis. I like it when we play as well and I love the way you get me excited. I have dreams at night about what you did or what you may do."

I would masturbate almost every night and some mornings. I was going through puberty and starting to produce more seamen when I had a release. I was already tall for my age but it seems that my growth spurt was taking place before my own eyes.

School was school. I was working hard to really learn and understand the subjects. I was taking computers and learning basic programming. I was helping as a trainer after school and still getting up at 6 am to run, swim, and do my pushups and sit ups. I had an idea for a Christmas present for Robin and it was only the end of September. I drew a picture of what I wanted and was very specific about the design. I took it in to the jeweler down the road and after I made it perfectly clear what the design should be, we agreed on a price and I gave him a deposit. He thought it was an awkward design but if I never came back, the deposit would cover his labor and he could melt the gold down for scrap.

The months crawled by and school took up most of my time. The time finally arrived for me to give Robin her present. It was a necklace. If you can't picture it don't feel bad, the jeweler had trouble too and he had a picture.

The necklace was made of 18-carat gold. It has a "tassel" also made of gold. The necklace and tassel look like the end of a cord you would use to adjust your blinds, and just behind that tassel was a clasp. At the end of the chain was a small loop where the tassel threaded through.

The idea was for her to wear my necklace using one of two options. If she clasped the loop, it would remain a 30" necklace that had a solid gold medallion or tassel that hung in front. If she unclasped the loop then the tassel would slide though the loop, tightening the necklace to her neck, and my pet would now have a leash around her neck. When she wanted to be my pet or my slave, she could unhook the clasp and that was her indication that I was in charge. If she wanted to be in charge of her life, all she had to do was clasp the loop.

She loved the necklace and the options that it gave her. She mostly left the leash at the ready for me to take control of her. She got many comments on it and questions about where they could get one. She would just smile and tell them to ask me. For those that did ask, I told them they had to earn it. I had four more of the necklaces made and even passed a few out over the next five years.

Over time, I was able to meet a few more kids in my school, at the club and around the neighborhood. My parents never set a curfew for me and when I would call home to ask them if I could eat at a friend's house or spend the night, it almost seemed like the call was a bother. They really didn't care too much about my comings and goings and if they didn't see me, I don't think they thought about me much at all. I tried to stay away and give them space so we didn't argue.

I did come home to a fight one day and my mom was pissed at dad. From the conversation, it appeared that he had fucked some young slut in his office. He was trying to apologize but I think they were just getting tired of one another. My dad worked and mom's folks always gave them money so neither could afford their life style without the other. I guess it was OK to sleep with someone as long as you have permission from the other, but it was not OK without that permission. The house was big enough for me to live with my folks without too much contact so I guess they could do the same.

I did bitch to grandpa about it during one of our weekly calls and the usual Christmas present checks never showed up. Only a nice new set of skis for me and a trip for my parents to take an all-expense paid cruise. They liked the 10-day cruise but suddenly had to figure out how they were going pay their bills this year.

I called my grandparents after dinner. After I thanked my grandmother for the skis and she told me how much she liked the perfume I had gotten her. We then wished each other a merry Christmas and she put grandpa on the phone. I thanked him for the skis and asked where I was going to live after he finalized his plan to bankrupt my parents? He laughed.

"Britt, it sounds like they are living the high life and have become selfish people and bad parents. I never promised them more money, year after year forever. They just took up the lifestyle and from what I hear they spent every dime that they made and every dime that I gave them throughout the year. They could have paid off their house but instead, they just made the minimum payments and then hold their hands out expecting their allowance at Christmas. The cruise we gave them is not cheap so it is not as if they got nothing. I will wait and see what story they come up with to get through this, but maybe it will bring them together to think about the family first instead of themselves."

My parents finally called grandpa and they hemmed and hawed about needing some cash. He said that now that they had paid off the house that they should not be having any trouble making ends meet. My mom just stuck her foot in her mouth. "We haven't paid off the house, why would you think that?"

"Because we gave you close to $60,000 over the last three years, to get you out of debt. How much do you still owe on it?"

He knew it was around $48,000 since most of their payments went to interest and they were just paying the minimum.

"We didn't use the money for the house payments so we still owe quite a bit daddy"

"Baby, I guess it is OK if you decided to invest the money instead of paying off the mortgage but can't you just liquidate some of your investments and pay off the mortgage? I bet your interest rate is what, around 14%? It doesn't make sense to play around with investing with the high interest rates on your loan." He was so mean.

"Daddy, we didn't invest it, we spent it. We don't have more than $2,000 in the bank and when our charge card bills come in for Christmas most of that will be gone." She couldn't bring herself to talk about all the trips and parties they had blown the money on, so she shifted the blame to me. "We wanted Britt to have all of the things the other kids got to enjoy so we got the boat and the club membership so he could play tennis".

It is very hard to increase the value of a very nice $4,000 boat to $60,000 and in addition, my dad did have a great job. It was times like these that I was glad I had grandpa set up the trust and had him keep quiet about the money. As my trust's guardian, I could think of many other ways they would have spent my money for "my benefit".

Grandpa finally let them off the hook but changed the lump sum annual payments to monthly payments, which went directly toward their debt and mortgage. Now, we would need to start living off my dad's income. This would either get them together or drive them apart. It was just a couple years before I would be getting out of there anyway, so whatever they decided was fine with me.

Dad had been coasting at his job for a couple of years and did it well, but he was not putting in the time for management to look at him as an up and comer. He started working more and after just six months, he started getting raises and a promotion. He is a smart person; he just wasn't trying very hard. They still had people over but it was much less extravagant. They would have burgers on the grill and beer before they fucked the other couple instead of champagne and lobster. I think they knew that I knew but neither of us brought it up.

I was supposed to go camping with Doug and his father one weekend and we were taking their boat up the St Johns River. We were not even to the boat ramp, just forty minutes from the house when Doug got sick. I think we stopped at every McDonalds between Sanford and Winter Park so Doug could puke in their bathroom. Three hours after we left I found myself back home. I was supposed to be gone for two nights and three days but that was not how it turned out. When I returned home, I saw quite a few cars in the driveway and wondered if my parents just counted the minutes for me to leave the house, before they had their "friends" come over.

I slipped in through the garage and then up the back stairway to my room. I unpacked my stuff and got out my camera. We did have a fence between the lake and the pool for privacy. My mom said it was to keep people out but I think she just hated to wear clothes when I wasn't around. There was a table set up like a bar on the patio and many swingers in many different places doing many different things. I put on a telephoto lens and just started snapping away. I would try to figure out who was who later but now was just collecting an inventory of players. I guess that people that are more affluent need more adventure to feed their needs. I wondered about my future when I had the time, money and the means to do whatever I wanted and how I would handle my life. At that time, I just might fit right in at this party.

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