This story is the pre-quel to my earlier submission about Bobbie, one of my greatest loves. I hope readers will enjoy it as much as I enjoyed reminiscing about her.
As Bobbie and I decided to go our separate ways, I hated the thought of being without her. We rarely fought and I enjoyed every minute of our time together. I just couldn't get past our religious differences and realized that no matter how much I cared for her, those differences would eventually tear us apart. Breaking up now would be far preferable than later, when there might be children to be concerned with.
Bobbie and I began to wean ourselves from the other by encouraging ourselves to go out with others and by lengthening the time between our dates. Looking back on it, the one word that describes this process best would be excruciating.
One of the things I hated leaving behind was sex with Bobbie. I suspect she shared that thought. We always seemed to click in bed. One night, we were lying in bed, having exhausted ourselves in our ecstasy. I was on my back, holding her with my right arm and pulling her soft body to me. Bobbie rested her head on my shoulder and caressed my cock as she came back to reality. Over the past two hours, I had cum three times and I lost track of her orgasms at eleven. Even her gentle and expert touch couldn't coax another hardon out of me. We were both very content.
"I'm gonna miss these times with you, you know."
"Me, too. I love being with you and making love with you."
We snuggled for another hour or so. Bobbie eventually looked at the clock and realized she had to get up early the next day to be at work at 7:30 a.m., so she went under the covers, gave my cock a goodbye kiss and forced herself out of bed, walking over to the chair where she had tossed her clothes just a few hours earlier.
Bobbie was rarely shy or self-conscious. Whenever we walked into my room, she was anxious to get naked and she wasted little time. Within a minutes, she went from looking like a million bucks dressed to looking like a million bucks naked! I loved her both ways. Bobbie was one of the few girls who could give me a woody while putting her clothes back on. I loved watching her step into her panties and put her bra back on. She was very feminine in her way and she got to me every time. More than once I have wondered if the religious conflict wasn't somehow solvable and I have beaten myself up many times for assuming it was not and moving on. But, what's done is done. We both resumed our lives and, today, she is happy and so am I.
We said goodbye over thirty years ago. But, before we did, I asked Bobbie to do something for me. I asked her to pose for me so she could be more than just a memory. She could be an inspiration for years to come. She was enthusiastic about the project and we agreed to meet at my place the next day.
One reminder for readers: This story takes place in the mid 1970's. There were no camcorders, no digital cameras. I could have taken 35mm photos and gotten them developed in the police department lab, but that was the surest way of them getting all over town and I wouldn't have done that to Bobbie. No, these photos were to be for my personal use. I promised Bobbie that no one else would ever see them. So, my only alternative was to go the Polaroid route. I had two cameras to choose from. One was an ancient black and white Polaroid, the kind where each picture is pulled from the camera, whereupon a one minute wait occurs. Then, you pull the photo from its backing and coat it with some kind of protective goo. My camera had six photos left, so I thought I would use them up early in the session and close with a roll of color SX-70 film.
I lived in a small Cape Cod house on a quiet street in the town next to where I was a cop. Bobbie and I agreed to meet on a Saturday around eleven in the morning. It was a glorious day in May, flowers in bloom and not a cloud in the sky. I paced anxiously, awaiting Bobbie's arrival. I don't know why I was so nervous. We had been naked together hundreds of times. Why should this be any different? I checked and re-checked the equipment over and over. What if she had a change of heart? What if she just didn't show? By quarter to eleven I was sweating so bad, I had to change my shirt. I put on an old favorite, a Brooklyn Dodger t-shirt and changed from my heavy and hot jeans to a pair of navy sport shorts. I left off my shoes.
At precisely the stroke of eleven, Bobbie pulled into my driveway in her little powder blue foreign car. She bounded up the stairs, smiling like she had just gotten away with something. I met her at the door. She was always a vision and this day was no exception. Her hair was long, straight and shiny as always. There is just no way to describe her angelic face. Bobbie's body was trim and girly in all the right ways. I doubt she weighed more than 105 nicely distributed pounds. Her ass was absolutely flawless and on this day was on display in a tight pair of red pants that I can still see in my mind's eye all these years later.
We hugged and kissed in the doorway. I ushered her into the living room and we sat on the couch chatting for a moment. As I was telling her that I would be okay with it if she decided she didn't want to be photographed, I was praying silently that she would not change her mind. She giggled and told me she had been looking forward to it since the moment I suggested it; that it turned her on to know she would be memorialized on film forever.
"I would be lying if I told you my panties aren't soaked right now. Why don't we get started?"
I led Bobbie into my bedroom, where the light was streaming in. Both cameras required a flash indoors but I think I could have gotten away with just the natural light. Nevertheless, the flash bulbs did tend to remove whatever shadows existed.
My room was not overly large and in it was a queen-sized bed with a matching end table and dresser. I had a television in one corner and a tub chair in the other. Most of the shots were to take place on the bed.
Bobbie began undressing immediately, tossing her clothes on the chair and giggling at my rapt attention to every detail of her very familiar body. When she was naked, I took a test shot of her standing at the foot of the bed. Her long hair hung over-and hid-her boobs. I think I snapped the shot before she was ready and the photo, when developed, showed a look of consternation on her face, almost apprehension. But, other than that decidedly uncomfortable look, the shot went well, though neither of us was pleased with it totally.
Next, I posed Bobbie on her back on the bed, her upper body supported on her crooked elbow. She spread her legs slightly and gave me a killer smile which gave the photo a sensational, sexy look. If she was a bit nervous for the first shot, it was all over now. This was a girl who loved the camera and vice versa.
For the third shot, I had Bobbie sit on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed. She stuck her chest out a bit and gave me a sassy smile as I took the shot. One of the great qualities of this girl was her ability to be both sexy and almost innocent and childlike in the same photo.
Bobbie was totally sexy in shot number four as she remained seated on the edge of the bed while pinching her left nipple. The look on her face was one of pure, molten desire and I began to feel that familiar sensation in my shorts. Damn, Bobbie always had that effect on me. I was trying my level best to keep this on a casual basis, but my cock was beginning to betray me.
