Louetta here. Everybody in this story is over eighteen. In this one I've just returned from a summer stint working in Amsterdam at a BDSM club with my Dutch cousins.
Being home in the US was marvelous. After the long flight from Amsterdam I was exhausted. Mummy made me a steak dinner and my sisters sat at the table while I ate which was great. I wanted to see my Dad, but he was out. I headed upstairs to take a shower and unpack and get into bed. I emerged from the shower completely naked to find my Dad waiting in my room to surprise me. We embraced joyfully. Well trained by my Dutch-born mother, who never in my experience had ever tried to hide her nudity from any of her family, I made no move to cover myself. Daddy never turned a hair. All he saw was the beautiful body of the lovely young woman his oldest daughter had become. He sat there on the edge of my bed talking to me while I dried my hair with a towel, the rest of me presented to him in total innocence. I treasured the experience. If I couldn't show all of me to the man who gave me life who could I show myself to? We talked until one in the morning.
The next day I was up at six to run, came back and ate breakfast, took my shower, and washed my hair. I put on underpants and a shift and clogs. I called my photographer Harry and asked if I could come over. He was waiting for me when I arrived at a quarter to eight. I had been working with him for years. We'd started with bikini stuff and it sold well to his regular customers, who anxiously awaited some racier stuff. And we did not disappoint. As soon as I turned eighteen, literally the day after, we started taking nudes and he started peddling them to his regulars by a carefully planned schedule. Carefully planned, that is, to gradually show more and more of me in each set until I showed everything I had.
The first thing we did on this day was go over the account books. Money was just flowing in from the sale of my photos. Even some of my male friends, those who could prove they were over eighteen at least, were placing orders. We turned to discussing what would come next. I wanted to try some simple BDSM stuff like I had been doing in Amsterdam. Hogties were what I had in mind. In the nude, of course. I figured well-lit nudes of me tied up and struggling would be bestsellers. We went ahead and it was actually these photos that my older brother's friend Billy Andrade saw that led to this story. He wanted to tie me up. For whatever reason. Billy was a lacrosse star who played in high school with my brother, and later in college. He was very good-looking and thought he could have any girl for the asking, and he halfway could. But he was older and had had a lot of girls, so I figured he'd just fuck me and be gone.
But Billy was undeterred. He worked hard to expand our relationship and I began to weaken at least some. I started seeing him more and more, not because of anything I did, but because he was still playing lacrosse with my brother and he would come over to our house to practice or to pick up my brother or to watch sports on the big screen TV we had in the game room. He always stopped and talked to me when he was over and I admit I liked the attention. He would ask me out, but I always said no, even though having him as a boyfriend would have been about the best thing that could happen to me socially, and he knew it. He knew he was good-looking and I think he knew I found him at least somewhat attractive.
A typical repartee at my house:
"Why won't you go out with me, Lou?"
"Because I don't want to." Maybe I did actually.
"Why don't you want to?"
"Because I don't."
"I think you do!"
"You're wrong!"
"Come on, I'll take you anywhere you want to go."
"Take me to Belize."
"I don't know how to get there."
"Good, then you can't bother me there."
"You're just playing hard to get."
"I am hard to get. And what does get mean?"
"I want you. Every inch of you."
"You're not getting me."
"You'll change your mind if you go out with me, Lou."
"But I won't. I have to go. 'Bye."
But at night before I went to sleep I'd think about him and what it would be like to be with him and my hands would slip softly down my body and I would cum gloriously.
A typical repartee before a lacrosse game:
"Are you going to the game?"
"What game?"
"The lacrosse game!"
"Is there a lacrosse game?"
"Yes. I'm in it."
"Good. I hope you win."
"I'll score a goal for you. If I score a goal for you will you go out with me?"
"No, but I hope you score two goals."
"I'd love to score with you."
"Stick to lacrosse." Now there's a good line!
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No."
"I'll be your boyfriend, Lou."
"I'm too young for you."
"I like younger girls."
"I'll bet you do."
"I'll bet you're a virgin." If he'd seen the films I had made he wouldn't have said that.
"I bet you like them too."
"I don't mind that you're a virgin. Go out with me and I'll change that."
"No. I have to go now. 'Bye."
But at night I dreamed about what it would be like for him to have me. Then my brother organized a pool party for the lacrosse players. Billy came. I wore the smallest bikini I could get to stay on me. When we were alone together:
