My Sub Jolene

1. This is the first of a two-chapter story.

2. Thanks to LD for the idea about the story.

3. No sexual thoughts or activity involving minors is mentioned.

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Already in early high school, I knew I was attracted to girls rather than boys. Boys were aggressive with only sports on their minds. I exaggerate because not ALL boys were like that, but the other boys were too nerdy to be considered interesting. We girls had much more finesse: We knew how to manipulate guys to help our causes. Yes, we could be cruel, inconsiderate, and even nasty at times, but we did it in less obvious ways. We did show our true faces via gossip and other behind-the-back maneuvers.

In my senior year, through bribery, behind the scenes manipulations, and hutzpah, I became one of the top 2 girl leaders in our class. My rival was a snobbish rich girl who bought her way to the top by sleeping with the 3 most sought-after guys: The quarterback of the football team, the captain of the basketball team, and the son of the richest person in the state. Well, I wouldn't do that - As I mentioned before; I drooled thinking about women.

Guys ogled me, and some asked me out, but I rejected them all. I attempted to do it politely, understanding they considered me attractive: At 5'6", I weighed 128 pounds. According to my relatives, I was 'exotically-pretty.' And I bet among the boys, my ample, D-cup breasts did make an impression too...

For my 18th birthday party, I invited 10 girls and a single guy. Tommy was a shy, nice guy who was a known gay. All the girls liked him, so I agreed to include him. My birthday happened to be on a Saturday in August, and as predicted, the day was sunny and hot. The plan was to celebrate it in our fenced yard, taking advantage of the nice 10-meter pool and the 4-men jacuzzi. My parents helped by ensuring the grass was neatly trimmed, cleaning the pool and the whirlpool, preparing the decorations, and buying the food: Pizzas, a large chocolate cake, snacks, and sodas.

A day before the party, Mom and Dad asked if I wanted them to stay around or leave the house. I smiled, "Guys, we are not children anymore, and as you can see, there is no alcohol around. I promise we won't destroy the property."

My Dad mumbled, "OK, Emma, we trust you. But in case you need us, do not hesitate to call."

By 5 pm, all the invited guests showed up. It included Rachel, the 19 year old, who carried an opaque bag with a couple of 6-packs (Heineken and Stella Artois), and Joan, who brought with her enough marijuana for the whole city... I put on pop music, and as usual in our frequent gatherings, gossip took center stage: News about new pairs, separations, descriptions of obnoxious guy's behavior, mocking our teachers - All came out with the girls looking to me to say the last word and give my verdict. I tried to stay sober, so I remained in control, but most others used alcohol and weed freely. About an hour into the celebration, I instructed the girls to put on the swimsuits (Tommy too, but he barely talked, and we considered him a boy-girl).

I wore my new white skimpy bikini. It looked great on me: It highlighted perfectly my brown-tan skin. It also exposed the top of my prominent tits to the admirer guests. At the same time, my eyes explored the other girls' figures. Among the 10, there were two I considered seducing. The first was Eva. She had a pretty face and a nice figure. Her smile, innocence, and lack of experience were tempting. The other one was Emily. She was 5'1", skinnier, with a dirty blonde hair. There was something challenging in her eyes and facial expression that I found difficult to resist.

When I was in the kitchen about to bring a pitcher of cold lemonade, Brittany blocked my way. She was a classmate who frequently ogled me, but never dared to approach me before. I invited her because Eva said she was a good girl, yet shy, and asked me to let her join us. She was 5'4", 130 pounds, red-haired with a cute freckled face. I looked at her quizzically. Brittany's eyes were red, likely a result of alcohol, grass, or both.

She stuttered, "Emma, For 2 yeears now, I loooked up to you. I admire yooou, and I think I aam in love with yoou..."

I smiled, "That is a great compliment. I heard from Eva that you are a good kid."

"Thaank you. I meant whaaat I said. I REALLY like yoou a lot."

I watched her being mesmerized by my bulging tits. My eyes explored her body up and down. Her red bikini revealed pinkish skin with occasional freckles, nice C-cup set breasts, and an athletic body. Overall, not bad!

I glanced at her eyes, "Brittany, what are you trying to tell me?"

"Yoou have no boyfriend, aaand I wondered if yoou'd consider goooing out with me..."

"Do you mean BFF or... dating?"

"I waas thinking daating..."

"Look, the girls outside will notice I disappeared, so I better go back to the party. But let me think about it for a couple of days, and I'll get back to you. Make sure I have your contact number." I winked at her and went outside.

I mingled with the crowd, watching the girls becoming louder and laughing uncontrollably at anything that remotely sounded like a joke. Some girls went into the water and even removed their tops. They were clearly under the influence. Tommy sat on a lounge chair. He had a Speedo on, revealing a tiny package. He had an open beer can in his hand and a marijuana cigarette between his lips. His eyes were glazed. I chuckled: The poor boy was out of place, consoling himself with the forbidden stuff.

I chatted with a couple of girls and then went to the bathroom. When I was on my way out, I heard the doorbell ringing.

I opened the door. There was a middle-aged woman. In the dim outdoor light, I couldn't see her details.

I asked, "Lady, may I help you?"

"Are you Emma?"

"Yes."

"Congratulations on your birthday. My son, Tommy, is here. I came to pick him up and drive him home."

I didn't want her to watch the wild partying at the back and said, "Please sit down in the living room, and I'll bring him to you."

I led her to the sofa and said, "It may take some time, because he has on his swimsuit and he could be in the pool. In the meantime, may I bring you something? Tea? Coffee?" As I talked, I saw her facial features for the first time. She was about 40 years old with a radiant face! Her naturally blonde, wavy hair framed her face beautifully. The hazel eyes gazed softly at my mouth. She had a small, straight nose with a pair of plump lips. She was adorable! Her midi style dress suggested average-size breasts, narrow waist, and perfectly shaped hips. Not only was her appearance impressive, but her soft-tone voice was very pleasant too.

I was ogling the lady, barely listening. She smiled, "Emma, your mind seems to be somewhere else. I said if you have green tea, it will be fine."

I chuckled, "Sorry, since the party started, I had a lot on my mind. I'll tell Tommy his mother has arrived and then bring you the tea."

I went outside and felt lightheaded. I drank a single Stella Artois and didn't use weed. Even if the alcohol played a role, it was a minor one. It was the vibe I got from this gorgeous woman. If before I was pontificating about whether to seduce Eva or Emily, now my brain became focused on Tommy's Mom. I knew nothing about her, but her appearance and the way she looked at me made me forget anything else and I got shivers down my spine.

I walked slowly, thinking what I could do about the newly discovered lady. I saw Tommy in the same position as before: Semi-comatose, yet staring at the sky. I said, "Tommy, your Mom is here to take you home."

He gazed at me blankly and didn't react. He was in worse shape than I thought. I was in a bind. If his Mom saw him like that, all of us could get into trouble: Alcohol and grass with no parents around... Topless, drunk, and stoned bikini-wearing teenagers roaming around... Then I came up with an idea: I'd tell the woman that her son was playing with other guests and asked not to be disturbed. If the game ended within 15 minutes, he'd come to the living room and go with his mother home. But if the game lasted longer, I'd drive him home myself later. In the meantime, I'd sit and chat with her. I told 2 of the partying girls I'd be busy in the next 15 minutes and wished not to be disturbed unless an emergency occurred.

I returned to the sitting mother, and made tea for two. I placed a couple of cookies on a tray and put everything on the small table in front of her.

I told her Tommy wanted her to wait up to 15 minutes for him, and if he didn't show up, to go back home, and I'd arrange his drive home.

She had a raspy laugh, "Emma, it's nice of you to sit with me, but it's YOUR party. Better get back there."

"Ma'am, everybody is busy there, and they hardly care where I am now. I like your son and wish to know a bit about him and his family."

I loved her smile; I could drown in it... She muttered, "My husband is an application specialist for a software company, and travels a lot for business. I am a freelance photographer, and now and then send my photos to Getty, Shutterstock, and other places. Tommy is very shy, probably because I spoiled him since childhood. His father is rarely home, so I spend too much time with him. I thank you for inviting him. It's rare he gets to go to parties."

I glanced at her and mumbled, "Your work sounds very interesting. I would love to see your pictures."

"Emma, I was rude and didn't introduce myself. My real name is Jolene, although I publish the pictures under a pseudonym. You are welcome to visit me at any time and see my work. But call in advance because, at times, I may be out, shooting in a distant location."

"I hate to bother you when you spend precious time with Tommy."

Jolene chortled, "I don't think he will mind, but every Tuesday afternoon he spends about 3 hours in the local library, and on Thursday afternoons, he and a couple of other students practice on the violin with a special tutor."

"Will it be OK if I am at your house at 5 pm next Tuesday?"

"Sure. It will be my pleasure. Some of my framed photos are on the walls. Unframe ones will be spread around in an unorganized mess because I promised Getty 5 photos the next day, and I like to see large prints before sending anything."

Jolene and I discussed how she ended up as a photographer. She was fascinating. Her soft voice and word selection captured me. After 15 minutes I was hooked.

Then Jolene stood up, extended her hand to me, and blurted, "Emma, you are very nice. Going out of your way and wasting YOUR fun time to sit with an older lady is much more than I expected. I guess Tommy is still busy outside. I won't bother him, but please, ensure somebody brings him home. If there is an unforeseen problem, call me and I'll come again to drive him home. And don't forget about Tuesday..."

"Jolene, I'll be there. See you soon."

As she left, I moved to the place she sat on and sniffed the sofa. It had a faint sweet-floral odor. It was intoxicating...

Next, I made several cups of strong coffee and placed them on a tray, with sweeteners and milk on the side. I carried the tray outside and announced I brought coffee. Only 2 girls came to have some. I took a mug to Tommy and helped him sip it. He didn't like it, but I gently forced him to drink half. I made sure he didn't have alcohol or weed nearby anymore and joined my friends, while watching him every couple of minutes.

Whether it was the coffee or simply the time that passed, about half an hour later Tommy seemed more awake. I told him his Mom was here to pick him up and I promised I'd bring him home. He chortled, "Good that Mom didn't see me like that. She wouldn't like it."

I said, "You are right. Let's make a deal; don't mention we had here marijuana or alcohol, and tell her you were busy playing chess, Monopoly, or a video game. I'll also keep your secret, so she won't worry about you."

He smiled, "Emma, I like you."

"Tommy, I like you too. I'll see you back at school."

...

On Monday after school, I painted my fingernails and toenails bright red and let them dry. On Tuesday afternoon, I wore a miniskirt and a summer blouse. I stood in front of the mirror and left the top 2 buttons open. Underneath I had my smallest-cup bra. It pushed my tits up nicely, and when I bent a little, they threatened to spill out. I added my open toe, high heel sandals and reexamined myself in the mirror. I liked the way I looked. Before leaving the house, I added matching color red lipstick, and then drove to Jolene's house. On the way, I bought a dozen good-smelling pink roses.

I knocked on the door at 5:07 pm. Jolene opened the door, smiled at me, and said, "You just missed Tommy. He left 15 minutes ago." I noticed as she was talking, her eyes inspected my body. She wore a long white robe that was tied in a knot at her waist. I handed her the roses. She smelled them and sighed, "The last time I got flowers was years ago. They were not as pretty as these, and definitely did not smell delicately-sweet as these. You shouldn't have done it, but thank you.

I grinned, "That's OK. About Tommy, I didn't want to interrupt his schedule. I was very curious to see you and your photos."

We started in the living room. There were 7 scenery pictures on one wall and 5 photos of women doing their daily routine on the other. The scenery pictures were impressive and looked like the ones on good quality postcards. However, I especially liked the women's photos. Two were black and white, and the other 3 in color. Jolene was able to show their facial expression beautifully.

I stared at Jolene admiringly and mumbled, "You are very gifted. Do you have other photos of women?"

"I do. Some I have already sent, but 3 I didn't, and I hung them on my bedroom wall."

"May I see them?"

"They are more sensual, but if you are interested, let's go."

She led me to a large room that was dominated by pink color: Bed cover, pillows, dresser cover, and even the curtains. The room was very feminine... just like Jolene.

She pointed at the 3 photos above the bed. The women were young, had on different negligees, and posed seductively before the camera.

I checked the pictures up close and gazed at her in awe, "The pictures are magnificent. I wish somebody would take MY photos like these. Everything is stunning: the partial shade, the background, their lingerie, the seductive look..."

Jolene smiled, "I can do it for you."

"Can you? I'll pay you..."

"No need to pay. It will be my pleasure. Actually, when I find a pretty girl like you, I offer her some compensation to pose for me."

"How would you like us to do it?"

"Thursday afternoon, if you can come here for 2 hours, I'll shoot you in a few poses. If you bring several types of clothes, it will increase the variety. Once I am done, we'll look at the photos, select the best ones, and destroy the others. This trial shoot will allow us a better understanding of the optimal angles, lighting, attire, and background for next time."

"I like your plan. I'll be here Thursday around the same time, and thank you very much."

She grinned, "No, thank YOU! You are very pretty, and I suspect, highly photogenic as well. Sorry I didn't offer you anything, but I arrived an hour ago and as you can see, I just came out of the shower."

I smiled, "You smelled very good. You must be using a good soap."

She gave me a strange look and blushed. I smiled again and left.

...

On Thursday, I arrived at Jolene's house wearing a short beige dress with a low-cut cleavage sans bra. I thought it made me more appealing and... desirable, and I planned to play my cards right. But I covered everything with a long coat in case her husband or Tommy were home.

Jolene opened the door with a grin, "Thanks for being on time. I prepared 3 rooms with different backgrounds and lighting, so we'll have multiple places to shoot. I see you brought a large bag with different clothes; that's even better. Would you like to have something to eat or drink first, or start shooting early?"

"I was busy at home and didn't have time for coffee, so if it's not too much to ask, I'd like a regular coffee with a single sweetener and a touch of milk."

"Let's go to the kitchen."

I didn't care much about the coffee, but I wanted some time to look at her and allow her time to gaze at me. Jolene wore a summer floral skirt with a short-sleeved blouse. The wide belt on her waist accentuated her thin figure and made her B+ cup tits look bigger. I liked her shapely calves.

Jolene brought the coffee with a variety of cookies. She bent to place the stuff before me, and the tops of her white bra peeked above her blouse. She sat down, and we chatted about my goals in life. I was going to college but wasn't sure about the following step. I noticed that while talking, her eyes often wandered down toward my protruding boobs. The thought she liked them hardened my nipples, and since I had no bra on, there was no way my pointy nipples would not be easily visible. However, I did not detect a reaction from Jolene.

We finished drinking, and she guided me to the first room. There was a large lighting device high in one of the corners, and a simple ottoman in the middle. Jolene explained it was to check multiple sitting positions and find the best angles for my face. She made me sit with my back arched. It pushed my breasts forward and they almost spilled out. Jolene kept a professional look, but I observed her face reddened. Then she asked me to bend forward with my elbows on my knees and look to the side. This picture displayed my face in profile, but also gave the camera, as well as her eyes, a good view of my tits through the plunging cleavage. Lastly, she requested that I kneel behind the ottoman, place my elbows on top of it, and turn my head to both sides, one at a time.

Jolene shot around 15 photos, and when she finished, she asked me to sit and rest. She went to her computer, worked on the pictures for 10 minutes and called me to sit by her and glance at the screen. I went through my photos in order. When I was done, I gazed at her and muttered, "Jolene, you made me look much better than I see myself in the mirror. You are very good at your job." I complimented her work, but I also noticed that 3 of the photos focused on my breasts with my poking nipples right in the center...

She smiled, "Emma, it was a trial run. Let's go to the other room and see what we can accomplish there." The second room was lighted from every direction, and the decoration was different. A plush dark sofa was against the wall. Jolene asked if I wished to change clothes or remain with these ones. We began with the same dress. I lay on my side and leaned on an elbow, giving her a seductive look. She blushed again. Then, I pouted my lips and pretended to close my eyes, though I could still see. She gasped and shot multiple photos from several angles.

Next, she inquired if I had other ideas for that room. I mumbled, "At home, when I rest on the sofa, I use a robe or my nighty. Can we see how I look in these?"

"Sure. Change, and I'll photograph you in your other things."

I turned my back to Jolene, unzipped my dress, removed it, staying in my low-cut panties, and put on a short, opaque red nighty. I turned around and stared at her. Jolene's breathing became rapid despite her efforts to hide her excitement. I strolled nonchalantly back and forth in the room, pretending to think what pose I wanted to use. During my leisure walk, my tits swayed freely behind the silky nighty. Jolene's eyes were focused on my chest. After a couple of minutes, I sat down, faced her, and leaned on the bedrest, pushing my front anteriorly. I murmured, "Jolene, I think both of us like that pose, don't we?" She didn't answer and stood up to shoot more pictures.