The girl is tricked and coerced into sex without ever consenting. The sex act itself is short in this story, more about the build up.
This works as a standalone story. 2 & 4 in this series establish his history with Marge and the rest show his progression towards completing a bet that is very lightly referenced in this story.
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Marge was lying on a green couch. The wood frame was old and faded, chipped and discolored in many places, but the upholstery was new and soft. Her elbows sank into the couch. Her head leaned over to the side to peer around the armrest and at the photographer.
This photoshoot had taken a lot of prep work. Her once curly hair was perfectly straightened. Her brown hair was highlighted, getting progressively lighter as the strands got further from her scalp. She wore makeup and lipstick, an atypical look for her.
The dress was also atypical. She wasn't used to wearing dresses, so it took some time to pick the right outfit. She was uncomfortable wearing something short and tight, but the photographer thought her first few options were far too plain. Eventually they agreed on a tight strapless dress that went down to just above the knee.
To finish off the outfit was a gold pendant and a pair of brown wedge ankle boots. Those boots were her favorite thing about the outfit. Her knees were bent with her legs up in the air to ensure that those boots also appeared in the shot.
That was the photo that broke her personal record for number of likes on social media. Absolutely everyone reacted to it.
And that's why Marge's photographer wanted her to post his contact information. She agreed to do it, but didn't want to. Her photographer was also her teacher and her boyfriend. He wanted to expand his base and get photography going as a side business. He was good, but she was afraid the spotlight would expose their relationship.
She was also afraid he wanted to do more than take photos. He fucked her on that old soft couch once the official shoot was over. There were more pictures that she couldn't post; ones of her nude on that couch.
They had an open relationship. On their second date she discovered that she was the second woman. Before she had time to fully process it, his first girlfriend was fingering Marge while he was fucking a third in the next room. After that of course it was an open relationship, what else could it be?
Marge received a lot of likes and comments when she posted the photos, way more than normal. Not just her friends, but nearly everyone from school was reacting to the photos and several people she was confident did not go to her school. One of the jocky boys tried to DM her, which was never a concern before. But it was Caroline who took the bait.
"OMG, these are so good. Who you use? I need to get my senior photos done?" she commented.
"Actually it was Mr. G!"
"No way! Think he'll do mine?"
"Def."
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Mr. G was at his desk typing on his computer when there was a knock at his door. Looking over his eyes saw two pairs of sneakers first. One pair led into a loose pair of khaki pants while the other was underneath a tan pair of legs that made him smile.
"Hi girls!" he exclaimed as his eyes shot up to their faces. They were his current students Caroline and Marge.
Caroline's eyes sparkled as she smiled back at him. She was Pilipino with long black hair that draped over one shoulder. She wore a plain dark red form-fitting T-shirt that was tucked into a flowy A-line skirt. It was short, but within boundaries of the school dress code.
Marge's T-shirt by comparison hid her body as did those loose fitting khaki pants. Marge was Caucasian, pale skinned with curly brown hair. She was already smiling when he noticed her, but it seemed less genuine, a smile over clenched teeth.
"So," he continued, "to what do I owe this surprise?"
"Well Mr. G," said Caroline, "I heard from Marge here that you are quite the accomplished photographer."
"Well I learned a few things over the years photographing volleyball games and other sports for the school."
"Would you be willing to take my senior portrait?"
His smile spread grew a bit wider. "I would absolutely love to."
"Great, are you free this weekend?"
"I am, but before we get into it I need to know more about you."
"Sure, anything."
His grin got even wider. He turned his laptop towards her. "Log into your favorite social media account and show me your favorite picture of yourself."
She complied. She did hesitate, twice. Once before sitting down at his computer and once before entering her password. It was only for a moment each time before complying.
Mr. G watched over her shoulder as she scrolled through pictures. She passed over a bikini picture from this past summer to select a more conservative beach outfit. She and a friend were sitting on a blanket. The empty beach stretched behind them with moderate sized waves in the distance. The clouds near the horizon were swirls of orange that faded to white as they moved to the top of the picture.
In the picture Caroline wore a tanktop with ruffled shoulders. Her arm stretched down, her elbow locked, her hand gripping her ankle. Her bare foot was just barely in frame. Her legs covered by a pair of blue jeans with a massive rip that exposed her entire knee. White lines of ripping fabric went up her thigh. Her knees touched her friend's knees, hers clothed in a pair white baggy pants. The friend's hand had bright red nail polish that was especially noticeable against the white pants. Her hand was between her knees, with the pinky resting on her own knee and the index finger touching Caroline's bare knee. They were both smiling. The friend had her chin up with a huge smile showing all of her teeth. Caroline had her chin tilted down with her eyes locked on the camera. Her smiled wasn't quite as wide but still showed her pearly white teeth.
"That's a good picture," he commented. "I like your eyes in that photo. They're seductive."
She giggled at that comment.
"So I noticed you picked a beach pic that's showing less skin than you are now. What's your comfort level on how much is shown?"
"I don't know. I mean it's not like I don't have any bikini pictures posted, but yea I'd probably like something more conservative for my senior portrait."
"We could do multiple outfits. The conservative one for mom to hang on the wall and a more risqué one for you to use as you see fit."
"It's a lot less awkward than you'd think," said Marge. "He didn't just take my senior pictures. The Halloween photos of me in that angel costume."
"Those were gorgeous photos," said Caroline.
Marge's smile shifted, became more genuine as she looked into Mr. G's eyes. "He made me feel beautiful, which is something I'm not used to, and it came out in the photos."
"Getting to know Marge really helped her natural beauty shine through," said Mr. G, "It's important that you're comfortable and confident. The camera will pick up on how you're feeling. What would you say is your favorite attribute?"
"What do you mean?"
"Do you have a favorite side? Is there a mole or scar you like to hide or showcase? Your legs, your arms, your hair, is there anything in particular you'd like me to highlight?"
Caroline crossed her legs. "Well there is a reason I'm in a skirt today."
"Would you be comfortable wearing a bikini around us?"
"Yea, I think so, although I don't think that's the outfit I want to use."
"Well we'll try multiple outfits and you pick the pictures you like best. Photographers' trick is to take an overabundance of photos so not every picture has to be the winner, just one of them. But I ask because is the underwear you're currently wearing more revealing than a bikini or about the same?"
She let out a short loud laugh out of shock. "It's probably covering more than my bikinis to be honest. Why do you ask?"
"It's important to know that your legs are your favorite attribute, but with a photographer's eye, there may be other great things about yourself that you haven't appreciated until now. I'd like to be able to plan ahead of time what types of shots would work best, what types of outfits would work best. Think of today as a preview session so that we do everything right for your actual photoshoot."
"So you want me to strip down?"
"If you're comfortable with it, then I think it'd be very helpful, but you don't have to show any more than that bikini picture you scrolled past a moment ago."
"Sure, I guess." She stood up and untucked her shirt. "I can't believe I'm doing this."
"Is it more revealing than what you wore to Halloween?"
"Me, yes? My maid outfit was just like this outfit. Maybe a bit lower cut but not as tight."
"True," said Mr. G, "but Zoe's Lilo outfit was basically underwear."
"Oh god," said Caroline as she turned to Marge. "Did you show him pictures from the party?" There was a moment of silence and then everyone laughed. "Fine I'm doing it." She pulled off the shirt to reveal a dark red full cup bra. "I know, I'm flat chested, so that's why I want you to focus on my legs."
"But what about that flat stomach you've been hiding?" Mr. G asked. "A shirt that shows off your midriff would be hot. We can even make it work for the conservative photos if you want. Just a small strip of skin below your belly button."
Caroline smiled and shook her head.
"I told you," said Marge. "He has a way of zeroing in on your best qualities while not caring about the things you worry about."
"OK, this wasn't as bad as I feared."
"Hold on now. Aren't you on the cross-country team? I suspect that's a firm booty too, but I can't be sure right now."
