When Gaye Rennie sat for her graduation pictures the photographer paid special attention to her; after the portraits were taken he asked her to wait and he went in to an office and came out with his wife. She sat down with Gaye and held her hand. At first the young girl thought something was wrong but then the woman asked if Gaye knew about Playboy Magazine.
"We've recommended several girls with great success and we think you'd be perfect."
Gaye didn't know what to think; she knew about Playboy and knew that boys in her class read it but she never though much about it. "Why don't you give it some though. We'd like you to come back for some additional shots in a few weeks."
She waited outside in the California sun until her boyfriend's Thunderbird came to pick her up. All her girlfriends at school were jealous of this car and she really liked it a lot. It was champagne colored with black leather seats. But best of all it was a convertible and Gaye loved racing up into the mountains with the night air blowing in her blonde hair. Of course they would park for make-out sessions but the bucket seats were no good for that. Russell, her boyfriend, dedicated a lot of energy and determination trying to get her into the back seat.
As soon as she got in the car that afternoon Russell knew something was up. She didn't want to tell him but it came out anyway. Russell almost ran up onto the curb, he was so excited. "You have to do it!!!" Gaye said she wasn't sure but he kept bugging her. She finally got the subject changed after extracting a promise that Russell wouldn't tell anybody, especially his sister. Russell had graduated a couple of years ago but his sister Cynthia was a senior like Gaye.
Of course, the next day everybody at school was staring at Gaye and whispering and she spent the whole day blushing in embarrassment. Worse than that, a real change came over Russell. Up to now she had managed to limit his petting mostly to stroking the fabric of her sweater and once in awhile brushing his hand over her crotch. On one special occasion she let him put his hand under her sweater and feel her breasts through her bra. But now he seemed to think that just being asked to be in Playboy meant that she should be willing to do anything.
Graduation and summer went by pretty quickly. She did go back to the Figge Studio but blushed and almost cried when she realized that she'd have to be nude in Playboy. Now she understood all the whispering behind her back at school. She did let them take some head shots and even some swimsuit poses, but she told them she wasn't sure. They were so nice about the whole thing and gave her a card and asked her to keep it in mind.
After she graduated she got a job at a beauty salon in town; most nights she either stayed home or went out with Russell. She still loved the Thunderbird but the wrestling matches when they parked were getting tiresome. But lately he'd been behaving a lot nicer. He seemed to be making a special effort. Like tonight, it was her birthday, she was turning eighteen and it was too special an occasion to stay home even though The Flying Nun, Bewitched, That Girl, and Peyton Place were on TV back to back. Instead he took her to a nice dinner and then to the movies. They saw Bonnie and Clyde at the Alex Theater, a place Gaye loved because it was so old fashioned.
The whole evening Russell had been a real gentleman. At dinner he ordered all her favorite food in the fanciest restaurant in town; during the movie he held her hand and didn't mind when she squeezed it hard at the really violent parts. After the movie they rode in his car; the night was warm still and the moon was large and bright. Russell turned down Dunsmore Avenue towards the canyon and Gaye knew instantly that they were heading to the Le Mesnager Stone Barn. This was an old abandoned building that used to be used to store grapes from an ancient vineyard; it stood by a stream at the foot of the hills overlooking the city. It was a spot Gaye loved.
When Russell parked the car he told Gaye to wait. "I want to surprise you." He headed off into the barn carrying a basket. Gaye sat and stretched like a kitten. She was wearing a white sleeveless sweater which showed all the curves of her firm ripe breasts and she had tight black leather pants she had spent most of her summer wages on. Her hands pressed on her chest and ran down her whole body as she wriggled with pleasure. She looked at the bright stars and moon illuminating the stone barn and sighed in contentment.
Russell came back and opened the door and helped her out of the car. "I know how much you love this spot and I figure that you don't turn eighteen everyday, so..." He led her into the barn where he had arranged three candelabras around a blanket. There was also a bucket with Champagne cooling and two crystal glasses.
Gaye held her breath as she took it all in; the dozens of flickering candles made the barn look like a cathedral as they sent light and shadows dancing into the eaves. The moonlight streamed into the large room and the oak beams and old barrels glowed warmly in the golden light. The two glasses and the wine bottle sparkled and the glow flashed in her widening eyes. She felt so romantic and giddy but then a darker thought clouded her mood. She realized that he had more than romantic intentions.
"Russell, I don't think..."
He put a finger to her lip. "Don't worry, we're just here to enjoy the beauty of the place." He led her to the blanket and gently guided her down. The Champagne opened with a delightful pop and the wine looked like bubbling honey in the glasses. Gaye giggled as the bubbles burst over her lips and tickled her nose.
Her legs were stretched out on the blanket and she supported herself with one arm as she sipped wine with her other hand. To Russell's mind she already looked like a pose in Playboy, if only he could get that top off. Sure he set up this nice romantic scene but he had decided that tonight was the night; he'd been patient until now but he was going to get into her pants or else.
Gaye's thoughts were more dreamy. She looked seductively over the edge of her glass then tossed it down with a gulp and held her arm out for more. They were both quiet, just listening to the night sounds, the gurgle of the stream, the distant hooting of an owl, the autumn breeze gliding through the trees.
Gaye finished her second glass and purred, "Russell, do you remember that time we, I mean I, I let you put your hand, you know..." Suddenly her voice became a hush, "Under my shirt."
Russell's heart jumped and so did his cock. Could it be this easy? But he played it cool. He reached over and softly stroked her hair and brushed his fingers along her cheek. "Oh babe, that was nice; you're such a beautiful girl. I just want to be close to you."
Gaye's head dropped back as he caressed her face and her lips, moist with wine, parted slightly. Her warm mouth gleamed delicately in the candle light as the tip of her soft pink tongue licked back and forth at the back of her lips .
With his fingers pressing lightly under her chin he lifted her face and brushed his mouth over hers. She put down the glass and placed her hand on his neck. She pulled him into her and opened his mouth with her tongue. He let her explore his mouth as his hands slowly rest on her waist and he moved up her body.
She stiffened slightly as his hands came over her breasts but she didn't pull back. He loved the warm feel of the firm round breasts in his hands yet he resisted doing too much.
Gaye fell back and reclined on her elbows. She gazed at him with a serious look and then looked down at her own heaving chest. "Russell?" she said meekly as she nervously toyed with the bottom edge of her sweater; she had absentmindedly twisted the end of the sweater in a knot and laid bare her smooth flesh right above the edge of the tight pants. Slowly, with trembling fingers she took his hand and rested it on her belly. His fingers were trembling too at the contact with her bare skin fluttering under his touch.
