"Oh my God, Susan."
Ashley clicked the mouse and John's next photo filled the monitor.
"Susan!"
Ashley stared at the picture of Susan, a former elementary school teacher and current model, lying on her back on John's bed, a fellow model licking her clit while being fucked from behind by her boyfriend.
"You? In a threesome?" Ashley asked incredulously.
"Don't knock it until you've tried it," Susan replied. "Besides, it turned into a foursome."
Ashley pulled back from the computer desk. She looked at John in disbelief.
He shrugged timidly. "Hey, they invited me, and..."
"Oh, shut up." Ashley hit the mouse. "Jesus."
Susan giggled and John tried not to. He suspected Ashley, with whom he had an intimate if not long-term relationship, was more turned on by the pictures than appalled.
At the end of the show, Ashley tried to summarize her thoughts. "Well, uh, they're very good, John. As usual. And Susan, I...I don't know what to say."
"Oh, come on," Susan said. "It wasn't planned. It was fun. And really erotic. I'd do it again."
Ashley looked at Susan with a puzzled look on her face. But she knew the younger, unattached model was more likely to try something new much more quickly than herself. Ashley was OK with fooling around with John after a photo session in private. But she questioned her willingness to get in bed with that many friends at a time. At least without heavy drinking beforehand.
"What do you think the old hags at school would think about THAT?" Ashley asked, pointing to the screen.
"Don't know," Susan said. "Don't care."
John and Ashley did have to care because they still taught school and needed this type of photo shoot to be kept secret. They trusted each other totally, as well as the couple in the pictures, who were friends of Susan from her modeling career.
"It does make you wonder, though, what some of the girls, and guys, at work would do in private?" Ashley was staring off into space while asking the question. "How many of the women would let another woman go down on them? Which guys would get in bed with which girls?"
John was getting refills for everyone, but heard the random thoughts being expressed. He walked back into the family room.
"You know what we need in our district is an unofficial yearbook. Not the standard crappy head and shoulder shots, but real poses," he said, sitting on the couch. "Let the people wear whatever they want. Or NOT wear whatever they want. And be with whomever they want in whatever poses they want."
Susan and Ashley were quiet. But their expressions indicated to John he wasn't totally being blown off.
"A staff directory. But only for the eyes of the staff," Ashley said.
"Exactly," John agreed.
"I think you should do it," Susan said nonchalantly.
"Oh, sure. It's not your career on the line," Ashley replied.
"What? You think somebody's going to agree to the pictures, have them taken, and then distribute the disk to somebody so they can be fired?" Susan asked.
"And bring half the staff down with them?" John added.
"Do you really think we could get half of the staff?" Ashley said.
There was silence for a moment.
"Only one way to find out," John concluded.
#
A couple nights later the trio was back together at John's Victorian mansion for a planning session. Although Susan no longer worked in the school district with John and Ashley, she still kept in touch with many of the younger teachers and could act as a contact person if necessary.
"OK. We need to figure out who we want in the yearbook first," Ashley said. She put the district's phone directory on the coffee table and they began the tedious task of putting a 'yes' or 'no' next to each name.
When that was done and they had taken a break for snacks, Susan got them back on track by saying, "Now we need a plan on how to contact these people."
"I suggest we send them one of your nude poses with the caption, 'This could be you'," John said with a smile.
Susan gave him a derisive gaze.
"How about a small card we can put into envelopes. Nothing to indicate what it is. I can deliver them myself, either in the mailboxes or right to their desk, or both. We don't want the ones not invited to get suspicious," Ashley proposed.
"We need to personalize them somehow so somebody doesn't stick one into a mailbox of somebody we didn't invite and have them show up," John said.
They all agreed. Another meeting was scheduled to begin the process. School would be starting back up in a couple weeks and everything would be in place by then. The rest of the evening was spent fantasizing about who each of them would like to be with in the photo sessions. Of course, Ashley and John kept trying to pair Susan with an attractive female teacher and, each time, Susan laughed a little harder.
#
Ashley chose one of the days that school was open for classroom clean-up prior to students arriving to start distributing the eighty invitations. The invitation was a simple note on a card advising the selected teachers that a yearbook was being prepared that would only be shared with the participants and that there were no restrictions on what kind of photo they wanted taken. Teachers were told they could pose alone, in pairs or in groups, wearing whatever they wanted. It listed John's and Susan's phone numbers. John's because they knew he was an amateur portrait photographer and Susan's because they knew she was a magazine model.
It took Ashley two days to hit every school in the district. That evening, John's phone started to ring.
To the surprise of the three organizers of the yearbook, many more females called than males. Actually, there were a higher percentage of females that called than there were a percentage of female teachers in the district. This thrilled John. But Susan and Ashley were still satisfied at the number, and quality, of guys that called for appointments. Several pairs called in, some of which shocked John, Susan and Ashley and some of which did not.
The first photo session was in five days.
The first subject was one of the teachers at John's high school, Amy Bolden. Amy was around thirty, John guessed, with a slim body that she seldom drew attention to with her clothing. She was tall with a great face and straight, unassuming hair. John didn't expect much more than some playful shots of the shy geography teacher.
But Amy had requested that the pictures be taken at her house. This led John to believe that maybe she was going to be more daring than he thought, and that she felt more comfortable doing it in surroundings she knew. He'd just have to wait to find out.
On the appointed evening, John showed up at Amy's house. She met him dressed in a simple t-shirt and shorts. Amy explained that her husband was out of town on business, building up John's hope that he'd get to see much more of the woman.
They sat for a few moments before Amy asked if it was OK if they used the pool area as the backdrop for the pictures.
"Certainly," John said. "That would be perfect this late in the evening. The lighting should be great."
She led them onto the back porch and out to the tiled area around the pool. John only had to carry his camera and a tripod for the outdoors session and was ready to go in short order.
"Is that what you want to wear?" John asked.
"No. Actually, I've got a suit on." With that, Amy pulled off her t-shirt and shorts to reveal a brightly colored, and very tiny, bikini. It was as if a new woman now stood in front of John. Every inch of Amy's otherwise undistinguished figure came into view. Her small breasts teased John from behind the diminutive pieces of material and her waist, hips and legs were much curvier without shorts on.
"Wow. I like it," was all John could say at first. "That works."
"How about on the edge of the pool?" she asked, walking towards the water.
John couldn't take his eyes off her ass as it swung back and forth. Then she sat on the edge and put her feet into the water.
"Let me get on the other side," John said, scurrying around the end of the pool to face her head on. He zoomed in, focused, and began shooting.
Amy was a natural poser. She crossed her legs, uncrossed them, lifted her hair with her hands, leaned from side to side and obeyed every one of John's commands. Any one of the pictures would have been fine. But she wasn't done.
She dropped into the water and John moved back around to get closer to her. Taking several shots from just a couple feet in front of her and well above here, he was able to capture most of her tantalizing breasts. Sensing what John was focusing on, Amy leaned on the tiled edge of the pool, further highlighting her breasts.
Then she let her legs stretch out behind her. Seconds later her flawlessly shaped ass was peeking above the water. John could feel the familiar twinge between his legs that signaled the start of an erection.
Without any direction from John, Amy floated backwards. Water was up to her neck. She reached back and untied the top of her bikini. Still underwater, she took it off and tossed it next to John. She smiled at him seductively.
Amy treaded water in the decreasing light of dusk. John was delighted with the light acting with the action of the water to just hide Amy's upper body. At the same time, he desperately hoped he would get to see more of her.
She floated for a while, bobbing up and down just enough so that her nipples always remained below the surface. But John was able to get some interesting shots of the top of her breasts emerging above the little waves.
Then she settled down and John saw her hands working under the water. Just as he thought he figured out what she was doing, her bikini bottoms were flying out of the pool onto the tile floor. He was right.
Amy was in the middle of the pool now. John waited for her to make the next move. When she did, he was pleasantly surprised.
She leaned back and allowed her nude body to drift to the surface. John took a deep breath and took some shots of her gently curving chest, flat stomach, and neatly trimmed pussy. She looked like a teenager with her perfect skin.
John took advantage of Amy floating with her eyes closed to readjust his cock. How long could he go without her noticing? Or had she already?
"Why don't you get in?" she asked suddenly.
"Oh, I didn't bring a suit," John said.
"You don't need one."
