Although each chapter is a story on its own, you might enjoy it more by starting with chapter 1 as there may be references to characters or events that happened in previous chapters.
I want to thank my editor for helping and teaching me more about the English language through his reviews.
Previously at the Photo Shop: Lew, the main character of the story, after being made redundant, bought an old photo shop in his village, and had a big photo studio built behind it. As a young adult, the subjects of his hobby photos changed from animals and landscapes to the female nude form when he met a young Italian waitress. He helped fulfil her life's dream and develops a life time friendship with her. His gift is to talk women out of their clothes so they pose nude for him. In previous chapters, he became amorously involved with several women in the village, who in different ways, helped him to develop the modelling career of his first nude model.
Chapter 10: Alicia
"Did I tell you Linda that when I left middle school when I was 18 and moved on to college, I was surrounded by loads of beautiful, nubile females who, me being a bit of a nerd, all turned up their noses at me, not giving me the time of day. Consequently I mainly stayed with the boys, befriending a few, also nerdy, guys who, like me, were not into sports. We were referred to as the 'nerd club' because when you didn't do sports or watch sports you were automatically labeled a nerd."
"Even today you won't find me going crazy about a football match or cycling on TV. I was already more into photography, not model photography mind you, but strictly nature, plants, animals and the like. My ultimate wish in those days was to go on safari to photograph wild animals in Africa, which come to think of it I never did. Anyway I am deviating from my subject."
"I had this particular friend George, the same age as I. He was a single child like me but his mother Alicia was single and 36, exactly double his age and consequently mine. Later, when I met her for the first time I found out that she was a good looking brunette, small, but with a very toned body, and sporting medium size boobs. She definitely didn't look 36, more like 26, and very friendly and open minded, extremely open minded as I found out later. I was almost like a second son to her, I could visit as I pleased and was always made to feel very welcome."
"I could talk about anything with her. One particular evening when I was visiting, she was home alone; George had gone to the cinema with a girl from college he was dating."
Seated at the living room table, she asked, "Why aren't you out like George, with a girl?"
"What can I say, story of my life, girls are absolutely not interested in me."
"Oh, and why's that?"
"I haven't the faintest idea, I am usually friendly and polite, but still none of them are interested in going out with me, probably because I am labelled as a nerd, and am not part of the cool crowd. I must admit that I am not the spitting image of James Bond, and on the rare occasion I get invited to a party and venture on the dancefloor with a girl, I see all the guys kissing their partners. I never dare to do that and then when I finally pluck up the courage, the girl I am targeting has already found another partner and is busy kissing him."
"You poor thing. Why is it then that you are so shy?"
"I'm afraid I'll do it all wrong, I have never kissed a girl properly; I mean what they call a French kiss."
"You have never kissed or been kissed by a girl?"
"No Alicia, and the way my life is going it won't happen anytime soon."
"We can't let that happen, no way."
"How would you feel about kissing or being kissed by an old hag like me?"
"Come on Alicia you are absolutely not an old hag. You are one, if not the, most beautiful woman I know; I even have to admit that I sometimes dream about you."
Upon saying that I turned completely red in the face.
"Don't be embarrassed, I am flattered appearing in an eighteen years old's dreams. Well I still have that question hanging for you about kissing me or being kissed by me."
"Would you Alicia?"
"Would you really kiss me?" Without further ado Alicia bent over and put her lips on mine.
It felt like soaring through the skies.
"How was that for you?"
"Oh my God I have been to heaven and back."
All matter of factly, Alicia replied, "Good let's practice some more then."
"Are you...?"
Before I could say, "sure," Alicia's lips were back on mine and this time I felt the tip of her tongue tickling my lips, trying to get in. Opening my mouth I clumsily responded with my own tongue.
Alicia drew back, "Wow take it easy, feel the way my tongue moves and try to imitate that, light feathery movements like you would taste a fine wine, swirling it around your tongue, but swirl your tongue around mine."
She resumed her kiss and I tried to do what she was doing, the tip of my tongue sort of tickling the tip of hers and also feeling my way around her mouth and slowly turning around her tongue like she suggested. After a few minutes we had to come up for air.
"Not bad, I will turn you into an excellent kisser yet."
"You have absolutely no idea what this means for me Alicia, you are the first girl ever, uh, woman, I have properly kissed, I'll remember this for the rest of my life."
"I think you give me too much credit, but I think you got the hang of it, all you now need is practice."
"Could I practice a little more with you please?"
"Yeah you can, but not today, you need to go home now."
"Yes ma'am," I said and took my leave, but not before I had given her a peck on her cherry lips again, though without tongue this time.
After this kissing session with Alicia I was wondering if she would allow me to play a little more with her, she looked and felt so enticing. The following nights, Alicia appeared more and more in my dreams even to the point that a week after our kissing session I had a wet dream featuring her as the main character. Half waking up in the middle of the night I remembered vivid images of Alicia sitting on top of me with my dick inside her, me pumping away, giving me the most wonderful orgasm as I felt myself ejaculate in my pajamas.
I really needed to do something; I needed to get laid by Alicia even if it would be the last thing I did. The next day I returned to Alicia's house. I knew George wouldn't come home quickly as he had told me he was spending the afternoon at his girlfriend's home getting to know her parents. Extremely nervous, I rang the bell.
Nothing...I waited.
I got even more nervous until after about twenty seconds, that seemed to last like twenty minutes, I heard some noises inside the house. Alicia opened the door and believe it or not she was wearing a bathrobe and bath slippers. I couldn't have imagined this in my wildest imaginings, she was every postman's wet dream come true.
"Oh it's you Lew, sorry it took me some time to come to the door but I was just finishing my shower. Please come in. What's up?"
Alicia turned away from me, going back inside the house, and I followed like a little puppy, with my tongue almost hanging out, taking in her enticing buttocks swaying as she walked.