"Hi Barb.  You know that trip from last Monday, I want you and George to
use it."  Marnie told her friend.

"Marnie, you won that fair and square.  You and Roger have a good time.  No
ill feelings here, believe me."

"Barb, I don't think I can handle it.  My life seems so off kilter. I've
got to do something special for Brenda's sixteenth birthday, and I just
can't seem to stay focused on what's important in my life."

"Marnie, believe me I understand, we all do."

"You do?  Who, how . . .?"

"Well, maybe I misspoke.  I just understand there are things and people
that you can't completely control in your life, and I want you to know that
I am here for you if you need me."

"Barb, you're the greatest, but really, you should take George and have a
great time.  We can watch Susan for you.  You won that trip just as much as
I did, maybe more.  I had no idea you could still do those things, and in
front of an audience, my god woman, you were fabulous."

"Thanks Marnie, I try to stay stretched out.  You know, the fair thing to
do is for you and I to go together, and let our husbands have some
father/daughter bonding time.  It would be great, a couple of "Blues
Sisters" with sunglasses on the loose in the south of France."

"That does sound like fun."

"Remember, we're turning forty, and you're always telling me to lighten up
and live a little before it's all behind us.  The more I think about it the
more it seems perfect."  Barbara said with confidence.

"I might have been wrong about the adventuresome spirit talk.  It is
starting to seem to me now, that there is a great deal of comfort in
simplicity and routine."  Marnie said with slight melancholy.

"Snap out of it Marn, let's go the day after Brenda's birthday. She'll be
able to drive herself then, and you can celebrate that milestone as well."

"Okay, I'll ask Roger tonight."

"That's the spirit.  Call me later."

"Okay, bye"

Marnie vacillated the rest of the day between excitement, guilt,
apprehension, and dread in a carousel of emotions until Roger got home.
After greeting him warmly, and while still in each other's arms, Marnie
said, "Sweetie, Barbara has invited me to join her on a trip she won for
seven days to the south of France.  How would you feel about my accepting
it and joining her?"

"If you convince me that you don't find her as tall and handsome as I am,
there would be no way I could object.  When is the trip planned for?"

"I told her that I couldn't possibly leave, of course, if it was okay with
you, until after Brenda's sixteenth."

"That seems like it would be okay.  She'll not be needing me for rides, and
she is really growing up quickly these days.  If it is what you want to do,
we'll make it work out."  Roger said, giving her a peck on the lips.

"I'll go up and talk to Brenda about her party then."  Marnie said.

"Brenda, what do you want to do about your birthday this year?" Marnie
asked.

"I've asked six friends if they would like to slumber over here this
Friday, if that would be okay with you.  I really didn't want to do
anything big."

"So you'd rather have it the weekend before than the weekend after?"

"Sure, if that's okay with you and Dad."

"Sure Dear, that would be fine.  Only six friends?"

"That's all I think I can squeeze in my room, don't you think?"

"Well, I'll see to dinner, cake and ice cream.  Your father and I, and
maybe Ron and Sally, can celebrate it with you on the actual day,
Wednesday.  How will that be?"

"Sure Mom, and pizza would be just fine.  We'll rent some videos, stay up
late, talk, and sleep late Saturday morning.  We'll try not to be any
trouble for you."

"Don't worry honey, I want you to have a good time."  Marnie said.

When Marnie called Barbara and told her the news that they could go
together, Barbara said, "Great, you call the resort company and get the
information from them tomorrow, and I'll see what I can do about the plane
tickets."

Marnie called the number on the travel voucher.  There was no problem with
Thursday through Wednesday.  It coincided with their regular bookings.  The
next day she received the brochures and travel information in the mail.
"Club Mediterranean Adult Resorts and Cruises," it was called.  It didn't
occur to Marnie at this point that it didn't just call itself, "Club Med".

Barbara said over the phone that she had been trying to get affordable
flights for hours, but on such short notice, all she could get was on a
chartered flight that was willing to open a couple of seats up to
passengers outside their group to cut down on expenses.

"It's just the transportation.  Our fun will be when we get there." Marnie
said consoling her for the effort well done.  Then she went to explain the
features and procedures.  For the list of what to bring and what not to
bring, she asked, "Do you want me to just make copies and send it or get it
to you tomorrow?"

"That will be great.  I can't wait.  We are going to have just the best
time." Barbara said enthusiastically.

On Friday, six of Brenda's closest friends assembled for her birthday
slumber party.  Marnie and Roger tried to make it as fun for her as
possible, but the girls started to hint that they would have more fun by
themselves.  When they started dressing down to panties and tops borrowed
from Brenda and a few of Roger's shirts, Marnie and Roger decided to take
in a late movie.

After the first video, they started to talk about boys.  The other five
could not believe Brenda and Susan's account of Jeff and "Libido Falls".
Brenda picked friends who were generally less adventuresome than she,
people who looked up to her for examples and guidance.  She pulled out a
box she was using to contain the beginnings of a collection of items on her
road to becoming a model.  She showed them her profile card, then some
portfolio shots.

Jennifer, the shyest of the group said,  "Brenda, but you don't have your
breasts covered in some of these."

"That's right Jen.  If you are going to be a model, you are modeling your
body, with whatever the photographer decides to have draped on you, no
matter how much or how little.  Think of those swimsuit models in Sports
Illustrated, Playboy Magazine, and the Victoria Secrets catalog. They all
get paid the big bucks and they have little or nothing on." Brenda
explained.  "Look, here are some things thrown away from my first modeling
job."  Brenda pointed out, showing them artist sketches that only made it
to the floor.

Rosemary, the second shyest of the group said, "But Brenda, you were
completely naked in front of all those people, while they drew and painted
you?!"

"It was figure drawing, what do you expect, they have to see your figure to
draw it.  Besides, it was a famous artist and only his students in his
studio. It was all on the up and up.  I'll tell you about the unusual
technique they used another time, when I'm sure you won't faint on me."

"God Brenda, you can't leave us hanging like that, come clean with it
girl." Susan demanded.

"Well, this famous artist, Mr. Dix, he has this speed drawing technique he
calls something like, "Kino-mapping", where the artists close their eyes --
they're supposed to close their eyes -- and they touch you all over your
body to get a second picture of you through their body in addition to their
eyes.  Then when they paint or draw you, they do it quicker than if they
just looked at you to do it."  She explained.  "Chrissy, you're good at
drawing, you want to try it?"

"Brenda, I don't know.  Do you think I should?"  Chrissy said.

"Sure, it will give everyone a good idea of what I'm talking about. Now who
wants to be drawn?"  Nobody volunteered.  "Susan, I know you've got the
guts now to do it, give it a try."

"Brenda.  I don't want everyone to see me naked."  She said softly but
insistently.

"Come on someone's got to do it.  I already know what it is like." Brenda
pressed.

"I'll try it, I suppose."  Lauren volunteered.  Then she removed her shirt
and bra, her nipples erected instantly from her excited anticipation and
the room's air cooling of them.  She stood demurely waiting, with her hands
fiddling with each other in front of her panties.

"That's the spirit, Lauren.  I just need to get something for Chrissy to
draw with."  Brenda said, as she searched for suitable paper and a soft
pencil. "Here ya go.  Now, if I remember it right, you get kind of
meditative.  Try to forget about the rest of us and think about nothing but
Lauren here, the volume she takes up in the room, the texture of her skin,
like this," Brenda said as she started at Lauren's face and gently guided
her fingers over it, then down her neck, "her height, width, depth, and so
on."  Lauren took in a deep breath and started to step back when Brenda was
at her breasts, then stopped herself. "You do this for the entire area that
you are going to draw or paint, and you will draw it better and faster.
Here, now you try.  Everyone back up and be quiet so Chrissy can
concentrate."

Chrissy advanced to Lauren, looked at her seriously, then closed her eyes
and put her fingers on her face.  Lauren closed her eyes, she knew how good
this was going to feel, and she wanted to hide her enjoyment from the
others. Lauren's face started to turn red as Chrissy's hands left her face
and traveled down her neck and shoulders on their way to her breasts.  She
shuddered when Chrissy mapped the fullness of her new firm breasts and the
texture and tumidity of her excited nipples.  Moisture appeared on her
forehead, as Chrissy's hands traced down her curved sides and flat stomach.
When her hands left Lauren's hips and she placed her fingers flat on
Lauren's pubic mound, they both opened their eyes wide in surprise.
Chrissy broke the momentary stalemate with, "I think I'll just do the waist
up."

Chrissy began drawing while Lauren held her standing pose, trying to look
on the outside, what her mind inside imagined a professional model would
look like.  Chrissy's assessment of her own experience with it was that it
could have been faster, and that it did seem easier.

"You know, I think I could do that now, if someone wanted to try and draw
me." Susan volunteered.

"Well, I could see if I could draw better than a stick figure of you, if
you want me to try."  Said Ronnie.

Susan shucked her top and bra in half the time Lauren had.  Lauren sat next
to Chrissy looking at and commenting on her drawing, sitting with just her
top on, unbuttoned.  Ronnie tentatively started to place her hands on
Susan's face, and as soon as she felt Susan's skin, she pulled her hands
away as if it was red-hot.  Then she reapplied them and mapped Susan's body
down to her toes.  Susan hadn't given her any signal or reason to stop.
She really didn't care about how well Ronnie did with it, being Kino-mapped
was enough.

"So does anybody want to experience what it would be like to be a model
like am?"  Brenda asked.

"How do you mean?"  Jennifer asked.

"You know, like I take your picture and you move into positions that I tell
you to move into, and I tell you when you are doing it right or wrong."
Brenda offered.

"That doesn't sound too hard."  Rosemary challenged, uncharacteristically.

"You first then."  Brenda directed.  "Everybody off that couch, and help me
move this one back out of the way.  Now, Rose sit on the couch. I'll use
this camera here, it doesn't have any film in it, but if you believe it
does, then you will see how difficult this modeling is. Okay, now I'm a
guy, all right? You've been hired to do a shoot.  You get there and someone
tells you to get down to your bra and underwear."

"I can't do that."

"I thought you said that it would be easy.  Okay down to your bra and
underwear. You've been made up and, . . . Come on, off with the shirt. It
is just us girls. That's better."  Brenda encouraged, as Rosemary covered
her breasts by placing her hands on her opposite shoulders. "Now support
yourself with your right hand on the couch, the other hand on your left
thigh.  Look left, SNAP, that's it, now look here, SNAP, very good.  Now
put your hands on the clasp of your bra in back."

"Brenda, I can't do that."

"Rose, this is how it is done.  There is no film, you're here with friends,
and I'll give everyone a shot at it.  You can all feel what it is like to
be a model, except for the paycheck."  The last remark got giggles.  "Okay,
SNAP, now unclasp the bra, but don't take it off."  Rosemary liked that it
wasn't coming off.  "Good, SNAP, now peel it off and dangle it in your
fingers."

"Brenda!"

"This is what it is like.  Just do it, like the shoe slogan, and see what
it feels like."

Rosemary's tits were white as snow, in contrast to her tanned skin. It was
obvious that she only wore one suit all of the time because of the strict
tan lines.  Her snowy breasts were firm like the others, still stretching
the skin as they grew, no sports or babies to let them give in to gravity
yet.

"SNAP, SNAP."

"Why two pictures there?"  Rosemary asked self-conscious.

"Oh there would be a lot of pictures here probably, but I'd be asking you
to get those nipples hard for them."  Rosemary blushed beet red, the blush
showing streaky red between her breasts as well.  "Now you could kind of
pinch them, or maybe Jennifer, or someone, could get a cube of ice."

"Brenda, really, I get the idea about this model thing, really I do. It's
someone else's turn."

"Okay Jen, you've got the ice now, why don't you pick up where Rosy left
off." Brenda suggested.

"Oh, I don't plan on being a model.  Someone else try it."

"You first, you can't say you would never be one, unless you've tried it
out. You can try it out here among friends and then say it's not for you.
Hurry, you are losing that perfectly good piece of ice in your hand."
Brenda said, as she advanced in Jennifer's direction and started to
unbutton her shirt for her.

Jennifer stood in shock and terror, as Brenda slid the shirt off her
shoulders and down off her arms.  "Still have some ice left there?" Brenda
asked.  Then she unclasped the bra, as Jennifer gasped in a sudden breath.

"Please, no, I don't think . . ." Jennifer was saying, frozen in place
holding out the piece of ice away from her body so it wouldn't get her wet.

"Here let me do it for you.  I'll be your makeup lady a moment." Brenda
said taking the ice from Jennifer's hand and applying it in circles on the
mortified Jennifer's virgin nipples.

Jennifer wanted to cover her nipples with her hands, but Brenda was also
pinching and tweaking them to make sure they would stay up for a couple of
shots.  "Okay now, leave that hand out like you are holding something and
put your other one on your hip, yeah like that, SNAP. You're doing great."

Jennifer was almost in a trance from shock.

"We're going to need a smile.  SNAP."  Jennifer gave her a plastic attempt
at a smile.

"Okay, I tried it.  It is great for you, but it isn't for me." Jennifer
said determinedly.

"Okay whose next?"  Brenda asked.

Brenda worked it out so each girl had a turn at it.  It went easier as they
went along, and it became more fun for them.  They sat around and watched
another video in open tops, or no tops, until they were surprised by Marnie
and Roger coming in the back.  They scurried for their clothes and ran
screaming upstairs and into Brenda's room, panting and praying at the door,
that neither of her parents would come in to check on them.

"Brenda, is everything all right?"  Marnie said from the door.

"Yes Mom."

"Are you all having a good time?"

"Yes Mom."

"Goodnight.  Please don't make it too late tonight."

"Yes Mom.  Goodnight."

Once they felt safe from Brenda's parents, they all sat around the sleeping
bags on the floor and laughed to tears.  In the next few minutes, they
heard the sound of gravel hitting the side of the house and Brenda's
window.  They turned off the lights and snuck up to the window.  Brenda
identified the culprits as Jeff and his buddy, Tony. She opened the window
to speak, "What do you think you are doing? It's late at night?"

"Hey we want to party with you."  Jeff said.

"How did you know I was having a party?"

"I didn't.  Can we come and join you?"

"No, it's a private party.  I'll talk to you tomorrow."  Brenda said, and
shut the window.

The girls huddled around Brenda in rapt anticipation.  "Is that the boy
from Libido Falls?"  Rosemary asked.

"The one talking was Jeff, the klutz, calling like this so late at night.
Can you believe it?  He could really get me in trouble." Brenda said
pretending to be annoyed.

She put on a light, "I need a match.  Anybody got a light of any kind?"
Brenda asked.

"I think I might have a pack in here."  Chrissy said looking in her
backpack. "Here you go."

"No you light it, I feel a blast of gas coming on."  Brenda said and
surprised everyone by mooning the group standing beside Chrissy, and farted
right before Chrissy got the match to her wind tunnel.

"Damn, I messed up.  Got any more in there?"  Chrissy asked holding the
burning match in wait.  Just as she had to shake out the match to avoid
getting burned, Brenda let off another smaller one.

Everyone was now rolling on the sleeping bags in bellyaching laughter. When
the tears of laughter subsided, Susan asked,  "Let me see something.  Bend
over like you're going to do it again a second." Brenda bent over at the
waist. "What happened to your hair there?" Susan asked.

"Oh that?  I shaved my pussy last night.  It's just like my mom"s now
except I am leaving the part in front, hers is all bald down there now."
Brenda explained.

"Why would you do that?"  Jennifer asked.

"Boys like it better, I hear, and I've seen a lot of models do it in my
parents' Playboy."  Brenda explained.  "It feels sexy.  You should try it."

"I don't think so."  Jennifer said.

"I could see trying it."  Susan said, not wanting to get trumped by one of
the shyer girls again.

"We'll help you do it."  Brenda said.

Then all the girls squeezed into the bathroom, leaving Susan enough room to
stretch out a little on the john.  Brenda crouched down in front of her and
guided her efforts, then took over for the more intricate maneuvers.  "Do
you want to leave the front like me?  Or, do you want to go all the way
like my mom?"  Brenda asked.

"Let's do it like yours."  Susan said.

"Now, feel how smooth that feels."  Brenda said, petting Susan's pussy.

Then everybody took a turn, as Susan blushed, but didn't object.  By the
time Jennifer tried it, she exclaimed,  "Oooo Susan, you're wet, did you
pee on me?"

"Jen, Babe, don't you know what just happened?"  Brenda asked.

"What do you mean?"  Jennifer asked with apprehension.

"Oh never mind.  So whose next?"  Brenda said presumptively.

"Well I guess I'd like to try."  Lauren said, and took Susan's place on the
seat.

Brenda helped her, as she did Susan.  When she demonstrated on her the
smoothness, the petting line formed again and the precedent was
established. It was easier to get the rest of the girls to follow suit with
the promise of innocent petting at the end, until only Jennifer was left.

"Jen, your turn."  Brenda said waiting.

"No guys, I don't think I should."  Jennifer protested.

"Com'on, everyone else did.  Don't be a stick in the mud.  Be one of us.
Look, what's the worst thing that could happen, your hair would grow back
in a couple of weeks like it is today.  Now what's so bad about that?"
Brenda argued. Then the others piped in with their seconds and further
arguments."

"What if it hurts me?  I am so tender down there."  Jennifer said,
deflecting the attention from the shyness reason.

"Look how much practice I have just had.  No one else complained of
hurting. Did any of you not like it?"  They all shook their heads. "Com'on,
have a seat, and we can all be the same."

Jennifer took the seat and put her face in her hands as Brenda applied the
water and lotion.  Jennifer turned red and started to breathe in short
irregular breaths as Brenda massaged the lotion around her vulva.  "Jen,
take deep breaths or you'll pass out.  That's better. Now look, I'm putting
in a new blade, just for you.  It will glide the hair off without any
discomfort. You'll see."

Brenda took charge of Jennifer's hair removal, and gently wiped her pussy
dry. "Now see, just as smooth as a baby's bottom."  Brenda said as she
petted Jennifer's pussy a little longer than she had the others.  The
petting sample line formed again.  Jennifer knew she would have to submit
like the others had done.  She resigned herself to it by leaning back on
the john seat and putting her hands on the seat behind her, with her knees
falling out naturally to the sides. She found it embarrassing and closed
her eyes to avoid showing her humiliation and newfound pleasure to the
group.  Each one took a little bit longer than they had done with anyone
else.  They had impish smiles that Jennifer's eyelids blocked out.
Jennifer's stomach started to tighten, her thighs tensed, her breathing
grew deep and her body started undulating to the rhythm of it.  Finally,
she scrunched up her face, emitted a long "Ooooooo . . .", and stiffened
her body straight off of the john seat, merely supporting herself by her
arms.

After a moment for Jennifer to compose herself, Susan said, "Gee, did you
pee on me?  Look, feel down there for yourself."

Jennifer sheepishly felt her sopping pussy, and put it all together.

"Did it hurt, or did you like the way it felt?"  Brenda asked.

"I liked it."  Jennifer said a little age regressed.

"Well you can do it for yourself, or you can have someone do it for you,
like tonight, anytime you want to feel that good again."  Brenda assured
her.  "In fact, why don't we all do it together before we go to sleep; it
will make us sleep better."

Everyone looked around at each other silently, first like "has she gone
crazy", then "I am really turned on and I probably won't get to sleep very
well like this anyway", to "I'm game if you're game."

"Com'on, we'll help each other.  Let's sit in a circle.  Okay, no let's lie
down forming a circle.  Yes, that could work.  Okay, everybody touch the
person to your right.  That's it.  Now do it the way you want to be
touched.  It will be communicated around the circle until it comes back
around to you."  Brenda instructed.

They all got past the tentativeness and started stroking in ways that they
were enjoying form the person doing them.  "Now, phew, phew, we are going
to have to keep, phew, phew, the moaning down.  No screaming, whatever you
do."  She coached.

This daisy chain of undulating virginal flesh sweated its way to a fevered
pitch of movement and groans.  First one sounded off, then another.  Each
time, causing the others to work up their intensity of manipulation to
catch their partner up to the rest.  Finally all but Jennifer had cum.
Susan worked at it until Jennifer had to ask her to stop, because she was
getting too sore.

Ronnie said, "Why doesn't somebody just kiss it?"

Everyone froze on shock at her statement.  "Here, I'll show you." Ronnie
said, and crawled in between Jennifer's legs, following in closer as she
tried to scoot back away from her.  She gently put her mouth on Jennifer's
clitoris and frenched her pussy.  Jennifer's horror involuntarily turned to
arousal, as she closed her eyes, untensed her body, and ran her fingers
into Ronnie's hair, holding her head lovingly.  She started making wailing
sounds.  Everyone tried to shush her, but she was now disconnected from the
room, her friends, her own sense of propriety, she was going to conclude
this like she had done in the bathroom.  Then she came, crying loudly.
Lauren and Chrissy tried to cover her mouth to muffle the sound.

"There, I knew that would do it."  Ronnie said, satisfied with herself.

Then there was a knock on the door.  "Brenda, is everyone okay?" Marnie
asked.

"Yes Mom, we were just playing a game, but we are going to sleep now,
goodnight."

"Goodnight everyone."

When they figured Marnie was out of earshot, they burst into giggles, all
except Jennifer, who was curled up in her sleeping bag in a fetal position
staring off into space.  Soon everyone was saying goodnight to each other
like the Walton family and they went to sleep.

The next day, Brenda had a baby-sitting job in the evening for the Crandel
boy, Jimmy.  Jimmy always idolized Brenda, and had an obvious crush on her.
It made for the Crandel's being her favorite baby-sitting job. She would
find ways to get him to display his feelings towards her, but would torment
him by pretending not to notice or get it.

Half an hour after Mr. And Mrs. Crandel left, there was somebody at the
door. When Brenda tentatively opened it, there was Jeff and his friend
Tony.  "What the hell are you doing here?"  She challenged.

"So why didn't you invite us to your party?"  Jeff asked, ignoring Brenda's
question.

"I can do as I please and see who I please; you don't own me." She said, as
the two let themselves in.

"I could if my dad would let me."  Jeff muttered.

"What was that supposed to mean?  Besides, it was only for girls." Brenda
clarified.

"Well, let's party here."  Tony suggested.

"I'll never be able to work here again, if you get caught by the Crandels."
Brenda cautioned.

"The only way the Crandels would know is if that snot-nosed kid were to
tell them.  What's your name kid?"  Jeff asked.

"Jimmy.  You don't belong here."  He said, standing strong to defend
Brenda.

"Yeah guys, we should make it another time."  Brenda added.

"Hey Jimmy, did you know that your baby-sitter is a real live model?" Jeff
asked.

"Yeah Brenda?  Is that true?"  Jimmy asked impressed.

"Yes Jimmy, that's true."  Brenda said proudly.

"So Jimmy, would you like to see what it would be like to work with a
model, a professional model like Brenda here?"  Jeff asked, while keying an
eye on Brenda for her response to it.

"Wow, would I."

Brenda was taken by his enthusiasm.

"Well you got any cameras around this place?" 

"Sure, I'll go get one."  Jimmy ran off and brought back an expensive SLR
camera. "Here, how about this one?"

"Great, looks professional-like.  Well it has no film in it."  Jeff said to
the sullen Jimmy.  "But, that's a good thing.  It is better if we use a
Polaroid camera for the real shots.  Do you think you have one of those
here?"

Jimmy ran off and came back with one, and the film for it.  Good job, Jimmy
my man."  Jeff said.  "Let's arrange things a bit.  Now in the real studio,
there are lots of lights, right Brenda?"  She nodded. "We'll use this couch
for the set.  Now you have to treat your models real nice, because you want
to help bring out their best.  Now let's pretend I was the photographer and
Brenda here has just come out of make up and wardrobe.  She would stand by
the couch here." Jeff said positioning Brenda for a shot, having her stand
in profile.

"That's good, Click."  He said simulating the shutter.  "Now unbutton that
blouse."  Brenda looked at him crossly, but the "professionalism" took over
and she did as directed.  "Beautiful, Click.  Now shed the blouse.  Click,
click." Brenda was annoyed with Jeff but sucked it up to "rise to the
occasion."

"Now Jimmy, got the idea?  You try.  No, with the Polaroid."  Jeff said in
a brotherly way.

"This is great."  Jimmy said ebulliently.  "Okay Brenda, take off the bra?"
He said tentatively.  Brenda looked pissed at Jeff, but felt locked in and
removed it.  "Ohmygod! Click."

"No Jimmy, this is where you do it for real."  Jeff instructed.

FLASH!

"Gosh guys this is GREAT!"  Jimmy exclaimed.

"Don't tell us, communicate it to your model.  You want her to feel
appreciated, desirable, and attractive.  Now ask your model to remove her
shorts."

"Jeff I think this has gone too far already."  Brenda protested.

"Brenda you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.  I had no idea
your body was as nice as it is.  Would you please remove the shorts for the
camera?" Jimmy said with sincerity that melted Brenda's heart, and she
slowly removed them, but just for him.  FLASH! "You are making me the
luckiest photographer in the world tonight. FLASH!  Would turn to your
left, yes, beautiful.  FLASH! Ohmygod, you are fantastic.  FLASH!  Would
you take off the panties please?" Brenda forgot about Jeff and Tony, and
removed them for the camera and Jimmy. FLASH!  Then walking around her,
FLASH!  And still further around, FLASH!  Then again, nothing.  I'm outta
film guys."

"Time-out everyone.  Hold your positions, we need a reload.  There you go."
Jeff handed the newly loaded camera back to Jimmy.

"Could you stand with your legs apart a little more?  Oh that's incredible,
FLASH!"

"Damn right it's incredible.  You've spruced up a bit down there. Looks
great. Keep it up."  Jeff said referring to her shaved pussy lips.

Brenda was soaking up the attention and the praise, so when Jimmy asked if
she would bend at the waist, she did it without hesitation. Then he moved
around her and took shots of all sides, with a couple of extra from behind.
Jimmy was beside himself with the good fortune he was having.  Jeff
gathered up all of the pictures and they looked at them while Brenda put
her clothes back on.

"Okay Jimmy, I'm going to give you these, except these two," he held out
two of the virtual duplicates, one for Tony and one for himself, "as long
as you promise never to mention a word of this to either of your parents.
You'll be thanking all of us, as you get older and a stiffness develops
down there that you want to get relief from.  These pictures will be your
salvation.  Protect them."

"Thank you very much."  Jimmy said holding the pictures to his chest.

"Well, we'll be going now."  Jeff said to Brenda, "Don't want to be around
when the mom and dad get back."

"Later."  Brenda said coolly, closing the door.  Then closing in on Jimmy
drooling over his treasures in the living room, she said, "Jimmy, maybe I
should hang on to those until you are older."

"Brenda, he gave them to me.  This was the very best time of my whole life.
I took pictures of a real model, and she was you.  You are so beautiful,
and I'm going to remember this evening for the rest of my life."

Brenda found it hard to fight with the flattery, especially when it was so
sincerely lavished. "Well then, you will follow my instructions and get
ready for bed then won't you."

"Yes Ma'am!"  He ran upstairs.

As he lay in bed, and Brenda was tucking him in for the night, he asked,
"Do you think we could ever play model and photographer again?"

Brenda playfully responded, "I suppose and more, if you continue to be this
good."  She said casting his mind off into multiple fantasies at once.

"Could you come a little closer here, I want to tell you something
special." Jimmy said, asking her to lean in close to him.  Then he took her
head in his hands, pulled her ear to his mouth and whispered, "You're the
greatest." And deposited a well-meaning kiss before she could sit back up.

"You're pretty special yourself."  She said smiling.  "Now get to sleep."