This story builds slowly, but life sometimes does. The chapters that will follow will build on the beginning.
I come from a really good home. Both my parents love me very much. I was raised with values. My older sister loves me and we have gotten along pretty good most of our lives.
Nonetheless, I was an insecure teenager. I always had my own style, kind of funky. I dressed differently than the other kids, and I liked it. But I was never secure in those choices. Still, I couldn't make any other choices. I loved art and drama. That made me different as well. I was an odd combination of a determination to follow my own path and a desire to be accepted.
I wasn't beautiful, and I am still not. I had a cute figure, nice hips but small breasts. That's still the same. I'm pale of complexion with blonde hair. My classmates never thought of me as hot or pretty.
Then, in my junior year, I agreed to help a local photographer promote his business by posing for pictures and passing out copies of his cards to my classmates. Apparently, it was a good system for him. He had utilized it for years with lots of kids. And I thought it would be lots of fun. The photographer was a friend of my dad, so I felt really comfortable.
On the day of my shoot, my mom, my older sister and her boyfriend came with me. Marcus, the photographer said that I could have one or two people in the session with me, whatever made me feel relaxed. Too many people in the session were a distraction, he said. Part of the experience was for us to get to know one another. I chose my sister, who is an artist and quite interested in photography. That left my mom and my sister's boyfriend together alone. That was scary, but I didn't care.
I was really nervous at first, but Marcus made me feel really at ease. As he shot more and more photos, I calmed down. He kept saying how great the images were. We talked while we shot. He told me about his life and experiences and asked me about mine. We really connected. I just kind of acted like myself, like I would in front of the mirror. He loved it and was very excited about the images we were creating.
He told me I was fabulous and wonderful and beautiful. No one outside my family had ever told me those things. My sister liked him, too. He shared his artistic experiences with her and gave her tips for her photography. She thought he was cool, too. The whole experience was fabulous for both of us.
When the session was over, Marcus walked us to his receptionist to make the appointment to view the finished images. As we walked, Marcus touched me in the middle of my back, directing me in the proper direction. When he touched me, I felt a charge go through me. It was electric. He didn't seem to notice, but it made me tingle.
After the details were complete, we said our goodbyes. I couldn't resist, I hugged Marcus and pressed my breasts into him. It felt so good. He hugged me back, released me and told me I was wonderful. I felt wonderful.
We had stayed after hours, so Marcus had to walk us to the main door and let us out. I wanted to hug him again, but it seemed to be excessive. Still, I touched him on his shoulder. I felt the electricity again. He smiled and touched my cheek. I shivered, but he didn't see. He told me again how fabulous I was. I sighed. I was a very quiet girl then. I hoped my smile told him all he needed to know.
I've always been close to my dad, but I have never had a connection with a male outside my family like I established with Marcus that day.
He made me look sexy and feel sexy, without being creepy or coming on to me. He just brought out what was on the inside. He was very adult and kept the appropriate boundaries, but I fell for him anyway. It wasn't fair to him, and it wasn't right for me, but I feel in love with my photographer.
I tried to ignore it. I kept up with my school obligations; student council, French club, pep club. I participated in the social life of my school. I was involved in the drama club presentations. I went to prom with a boy my age. But I couldn't get Michael out of my mind.
My dad and mom urged me to go out on dates and have a social life. And I did. It was a small school, so dating my classmates was like dating my brother. Still, I went out with the few guys who asked. I was weird enough that not many asked. But I tried hard to be a regular teenager.
Being a rep for Marcus, I was allowed to have as many photo sessions as I wanted for free, before a set date. I don't think he ever imagined a rep would do eight sessions over the course of junior and senior years, but I did. I just called and scheduled a session when I was feeling inadequate or when I was feeling ignored at school. I scheduled a session when I got tired of being pawed by my classmates. I scheduled a session when I wanted to feel special.
Every session, Marcus made me feel unique. He used his newest backgrounds and props. He knew I could never get enough referrals to pay for the time he invested in me. Still, he took the time. And our connection got stronger and stronger. It was all very appropriate, but we knew we had a bond.
Marcus acknowledged the bond, but was honorable enough not try to take advantage of me. Although, I was beginning to think I might want him to do so.
We came up with great images. I graduated and he was there, taking pictures and talking me up to my family. Every time he touched me and we hugged, I felt the fire run through me. Because of him, I started to masturbate. I imagined him holding me close. I never wanted any of those teenage boys to put themselves in me, but I imagined his hard cock up inside my tight pussy, and I fingered myself to the thought of it often.
Over this time, about 18 months, I felt like I grew up a lot, matured both physically and mentally. When it was time for me to go to college, I was ready. My only regret was that I was no longer going to be able to call up Marcus for a session, to be with him, to feel the special way he made me feel, to feel the spark that I felt every time he touched me and when he photographed me.
I called and asked for one more session. I lied and said that I needed a portfolio for modeling. Marcus had referred me to agencies because he thought I had the look. I guess I didn't think so, because I didn't pursue it. But I used it as an excuse to be photographed one more time. I worked it out so that his staff wouldn't be around during the shoot. They trusted me not to cause a problem for him. I wasn't going to cause a problem, I just wanted to fuck him.
