The weather was absolutely gorgeous and I had my first all over tan with zero tan lines. My Dad was really impressed and he made sure he doused my 19-year-old body in moisturizing cream every few days to preserve his baby's soft skin.
Life was wonderful to say the least, every night I slept with my Dad in his bed and it was great, our love had grown immensely. It was a different kind of sex with Dad than with any other man, done with feeling, passion and desire.
Once a week during weekdays when my Dad was at work, Mr. Worthington would stop by and give me the benefit of his 8-inch stick of dynamite. Karen would come by occasionally and we would get it on, but she was still pissed off with me because my Dad had no desire to be intimate with her.
I told Dad that I didn't mind him having it off with Karen and if he was interested then some weekend he could have the both of us in bed together overnight. After he had raised his eyebrows he said he would consider it maybe one day.
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September came and the weather was changing quickly. I had signed up at community college to take a 2-year course in Practical Nursing. Karen, who had no will of her own, signed up for the same course, probably so that she could still be close to me.
In bed, Karen was phenomenal, she would do anything to please me but outside of the sex she was starting to bore me with her conniving ways. She was incapable of keeping secrets so I was careful what I told her and what I allowed her to see.
Luckily she took a serious liking to another girl in college and they had a torrid affair that gave me a rest from her for several months and gave her Dad a source of new pussy from her new college girlfriend. During that first year I just kept my nose to the grindstone and concentrated on schoolwork. Well apart from one very brief fling with a male teacher who I didn't have classes with in the 2nd year.
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In the 2nd year I had two entirely new teachers, one female, one male. The male Mr. Trafford was a huge man, slightly over six feet and weighing in close to 320 lbs. His belly came through the door 5 minutes before he did. It was hard to believe that he was married and had a kid as I envisioned his wife looking like she had been run over by a steamroller. How she could endure him on top her I didn't know.
The female teacher Ms. Rogers was from Quebec, she was petite and charming in a way with her French accent, short skirts and high heel shoes. Once I got to know her it was obvious that she preferred female companionship, as she seemed to have a chip on her shoulder regarding men. I guess she was a true Lesbian and not just bi-sexual.
I'm not really stupid but I also know that I'm not the brightest star in the sky and knew I had to keep on good terms with both of them if I hoped to get through the final year.
My tanned breasts seemed to catch the attention of both Mr. Trafford and Ms. Rogers, as I never wore a bra so when I was sat down at my desk they could peek down the front of my low cut blouse and get quite an eyeful.
Mr. Trafford was the first to engage me in 'adult' like conversation when one lunch time I was sat at my desk finishing off a piece that was due straight after lunch.
"You have a beautiful tan, I haven't seen any white. Do you mind if I ask if you sunbathe topless or do you go to those tanning salons?"
"In the nude actually Mr. Trafford."
"Oh wow, where do you accomplish that?"
"Either at my swimming pool or on a nude beach."
"Really, that's wonderful, really wonderful, so you have no tan lines at all then."
"None at all."
"Interesting. You would make a great subject for photography."
"Oh, is that what you do, photography."
"Yes, it's been a hobby of mine for many years. I used to teach it many years ago."
"Very interesting."
"Would you consider modeling for me sometime?"
"Wow, I don't know. Does it pay well?"
"I'm sure we can work something out, Sue."
"Well maybe talk to me after school Mr. Trafford, I have to finish this project for Ms. Rogers."
"Okay, how about the coffee shop down the road?" He said and I nodded.
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"Hi, what would you like to drink, anything to eat?" Mr. Trafford said as I walked in the coffee shop.
"Well after this afternoons session maybe a black coffee and a muffin."
"No problem, I'll have the same." He said as he ordered and minutes later we were huddled over our coffee and feeding our faces with a big blueberry muffin.
"Do you have a problem with posing nude, Sue?"
"No, not at all."
