The Lessons

This is chapter 19 of a series. If you like this story, I encourage you to read earlier chapters as they can help understand characters and context. In any case, please do provide feedback. I would be happy to hear your suggestions for how to improve this story or for additional stories you would like to be developed.

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Wendy Meadows arrived early for her appointment with the yearbook photographer, Mr. Wilson. She was very excited. Mr. Peters had told her that he had spoken with Mr. Wilson to arrange a photography session so that she could develop a portfolio. Mr. Wilson even said that he would send some of the better test shots to modeling and advertising agencies. Wendy so much wanted to be a model and she was very grateful to Mr. Peters for setting this up. She never realized that Mr. Wilson had agency connections.

Mr. Wilson greeted her at the door to his studio. "You must be Wendy Meadows."

"Yes sir," Wendy replied gleefully, even providing a bit of a curtsy. "I'm so very thankful that you're willing to do this. I want to be a model ever so much."

"Really dear, it's my pleasure. I'm happy to do it. I wanted to do a test shoot myself with some new equipment. Paying a professional model for this would have been unnecessarily costly. So, we're both helping each other. And, besides, what I see now tells me that you have tremendous potential."

"Really?" Wendy beamed with delight. "Oh I so hope so. I want a totally awesome portfolio. Someday I hope to be a Cosmo girl. That would be so amazing!" Her heart pounded with excitement as she entered the studio. She almost dashed into the room. She couldn't wait to get started.

Mr. Wilson was sincere in his accolade. Wendy was a very attractive girl. She reminded many of Elle Woods in Legally Blonde. She had Elle's (actually Reese's) shapely legs, thin hips, long wavy blonde hair falling past her shoulders, perfect skin and teeth, little perky nose, and sparkling blue eyes. Given that this was to be a professional photography session she was also allowed to wear makeup, and she was as careful and thorough with her make-up as Elle, including the rich red lipstick. She even had Elle's animated vivaciousness, high pitched voice, and the delightful wiggle in her walk. Wendy had to work at that though, purposely taking somewhat shorter steps and placing her feet a little bit inward rather than just stepping entirely straight forward. It was at first hard and took some concentration but it eventually became natural for her.

Perhaps the only distinction between her and Elle Woods was her breasts. Elle Woods' breasts were large, very nicely large, but Wendy's were much larger (38E to be exact). In fact, many of the male students at Templeton referred to her as Wendy Whoppers, a porno star who is herself very pretty with equally thin hips and humongous breasts (80HHH, at their largest). Mr. Wilson's eyes naturally went to Wendy's breasts when he met her at the door, although it was truthfully a delight simply to look into her cheery blue eyes. She had such a gaiety and enthusiasm about her that it was infectious. Her breast size could be a problem for some professional modeling but nevertheless there was plenty of fashion and cosmetic modeling that would not involve her breasts.

"What type of pictures would you like?" he asked as he finished setting up the lights and cameras.

"This is so truly amazing." Wendy gushed, "Look, there's a set and everything!"

Mr. Wilson chuckled at her eagerness. "Well, let's begin with just a few tight head shots. Why don't you touch up your hair while I set this up. There is a make-up table behind the room divider."

"Yes sir." Wendy scampered off to the privacy panels, her bottom wiggling with enthusiasm.

Wendy was gone for almost a half hour, but Mr. Wilson didn't mind. He needed the time to get familiar with his new equipment.

"I'm ready," she announced nervously as she came back around from behind the panels.

"Well, my goodness, I didn't think you could get any prettier." It perhaps sounded like a line but he was again being sincere. She had a very natural beauty that was well enhanced with her skillful use of make-up.

"Here is your mark," pointing to a spot on the floor. "Would you like to be sitting or standing for this?"

"Golly, I don't know, what do you think?"

"Well, the only thing in the frame will be your face. So, whichever you would find most comfortable is fine." "Sitting."

"Alright then." He brought out a stool and placed it on the mark. "Do you want the main light toward your left or right?"

"Oh, gosh, I'm not sure. I mean, what's the difference?"

"Well, it's just the angle of lighting. Do you think you're prettier from the left or the right?"

"Totally the left," she said confidently. She had studied that in her mirror many, many times.

Mr. Peters proceeded to take a series of tight head shots. He was impressed at how photogenic she was. She was a natural in front of the camera. She was confident about her attractiveness, and she smiled easily and comfortably. Her teeth were perfect, her make-up immaculate, her cheeks were a natural rosiness, her eyes and lips glistened in the light. "These will provide some excellent shots for your portfolio, Wendy. I would be surprised if you couldn't get work for some beauty products."

"Oh Mr. Wilson, that's perfectly intense."

"I take the right though to reserve one of these for the school yearbook." Wendy giggled. "Alright then, let's get some full body shots."

Wendy had brought with her a small bag with a few outfits. She didn't want to be in her school uniform. She went behind the partition to put on a more appealing dress. It was perhaps her finest outfit: a light strapless blue belle spring dress, with a mid high waist, held by an Organza sash with dark blue tiering below the waist. She particularly enjoyed abandoning the Mary Janes for her high heels. They made her feel especially grown up and professional.

She returned somewhat tentatively from behind the partition but Mr. Wilson greeted her with a broad smile. "You look stunning, Wendy."

"Thank you sir." She stepped awkwardly onto the set. Walking in heels didn't come naturally to her, something else she did not have in common with Elle Woods, but she could tell that they helped to highlight her figure. Her heels clicked along the hard wood floor as she got to her mark.

Mr. Wilson took a series of shots. She again related well to the camera. She took direction well, following his instructions where to place her hands, arms, and hips in ways that within a photograph would appear to be natural moments in time when in reality they were quite artifactual and even odd poses, particularly when having to keep oneself motionless as he got a good shot.

At one point Mr. Wilson had her bending over facing the camera, providing a very revealing look down her cleavage. She smiled demurely, knowing where the eye of Mr. Wilson's camera was focused, or at least perhaps the eyes of Mr. Wilson. He seemed to keep her in this pose for quite a bit of time.

"Mr. Wilson, do you think they're too big? "

"Excuse me?"

"You know, I mean, well, my bosoms." That word sounded so ridiculous to her. It was something her mother would say. She corrected herself. "My breasts," relieved that she could speak more openly. "They aren't too large, are they?" It was particularly awkward asking him this question as they were almost spilling out of the front of her dress.

Mr. Wilson also seemed to find the question a bit awkward. He was having difficulty taking his eyes off of her substantial cleavage. He was thinking how nice it would be to reach down inside, to use both hands to reach down the front to grasp hold of both of her luscious globes, but just thinking of this made him feel guilty. Wendy was so much younger than himself. She was less than half his age, and she was one of their students, seeking assistance and help in the pursuit of her career. He shouldn't be having such thoughts.

"Uh, no, no, Wendy, of course not." That wasn't a particularly honest answer. He had been caught of guard.

His flustered response was evident to Wendy. She smiled meekly, not at all sure that he was being straight with her.

Mr. Wilson gathered himself and responded more forthrightly. "Wendy, you should feel very proud of your breasts. Their size will be a problem for some modeling, yes, but your figure is otherwise perfect. Your face, hair, hands, cheeks, lips, teeth, and legs are fantastic. For acting, your entire package is excellent, although I would not recommend trying to go that far."

Wendy was reassured. She knew her breasts would be a problem for some jobs but it was good to hear that she was otherwise fine. She even provided a little teasing wiggle of her breasts. She knew that guys liked to look at them. She didn't mind that.

Mr. Wilson's eyes widened behind the camera. He took a couple of quick shots. They jiggled so nicely.

"What next, Mr. Wilson?"

"Do you have any other outfits?"

"Well, yes." She hesitated. The spring dress was the only one she was confident about, although she had brought others. She strode back behind the partition, her heels clicking.

Mr. Wilson's eyes followed her wagging behind. When she turned the corner she looked back at him and gave him a smile as she disappeared behind the barrier.

Mr. Wilson watched her silhouette through the partition as she changed. The room divider did not provide complete privacy, particularly when the back light was on and the lights on the set were off. He turned his lights off. He watched as she removed her dress. Her breasts were noteworthy in silhouette. They stood out so far. They were especially prominent when she was wearing only her bra and panties, as the rest of her figure was quite slim. He watched as she reached behind to unclasp her bra. He could feel his cock swelling in his pants as she bent over to drop the cups from her breasts. He reached down to stroke himself as she stood back up. The jiggling was even evident by silhouette. When she stood back up, amazingly, her breasts still stood out well from her body. He thought that maybe he could even see her nipples in silhouette, but that must have been his imagination.

His dick got especially stiff as she slipped off her panties. Just the thought that she was now entirely naked in the same room with him was making him so hard; such a young pretty girl. If only he was still a young man. But, well, even then a girl as attractive as Wendy wouldn't have been interested in him.

He was disappointed to see her reach for another brassiere. At least he could see them wiggling again as she bent over to maneuver them into the cups. He squeezed his dick hard but he looked away, feeling guilty about his thoughts. He turned the set lights back on. This was a young student. He was old enough to be her father. 'Grab hold of yourself,' he thought, although that was in fact what he had been doing. He worked on the lights for the next shoot as she finished changing.

"Ready Mr. Wilson!" Wendy strode around the partition, this time wearing a red and white, polka dot, lollipop dress, with a red silk sash that went around above her waist, just below her breasts. The red polka dots were accented by a wide red trim collar and hem. The skirt was very short, in fact cut almost to her panties. It was trimmed beyond the red hem with willowy white fluff.

It seemed to be a rather unusual choice. Mr. Wilson's jaw dropped.

"Isn't it like perfectly awesome? I got it from the costume department. I thought it would be good for my legs." Her face flushed a bit as she spoke of showing off parts of her body to Mr. Wilson.

"Yes, yes, I think it's, uh, very good." It was not what he would have selected, but, it did flatter her legs.

Wendy turned around and bent over a bit. The skirt rose up to reveal the bottom part of her fanny, encased in white frilly panties that matched well the rest of her outfit. "You don't think it's too revealing, do you?"

"No, no, in fact, I think that's an excellent pose right there. Let me get a shot."

Wendy placed a finger to her mouth and sweetly smiled as she looked back at him. "Oh good. I was a little worried about this one. I mean, it is awfully short. You can't see anything back there, can you?"

Mr. Wilson was focusing the camera right on her soft, smooth thighs and the round cheeks of her pantied bottom poking out from beneath the flirtatious skirt. "See? No, I mean, yes, the camera is focused nicely."

"No," Wendy replied. "I mean, uh," she dropped her voice to a whisper. "You can't, you know, see my panties can you?"

Mr. Wilson immediately snapped a few pictures. Her meek expression as she looked back at him, providing him with a beautiful view of her gorgeous legs and thighs, as well as a bit of her bottom, encased so sweetly in the sexy panties, made an excellent shot. "No, no, it's fine." It was a lie but he knew that seeing some of the panties provided a much better shot.

They focused on poses that emphasized her legs. She didn't mind showing them off, but the skirt was so short that Wendy worried the pictures would be more cheesecake than fashion. Wendy kept pulling on the skirt, trying to keep her panties from showing.

"Wendy, what's wrong?" Mr. Wilson inquired.

"No biggie, Mr. Wilson. I just should have given more thought to this." She was facing him, pulling down on the front of the skirt. Her effort to hide herself was charming. As she pulled down on the hem to hide her thighs the upper part of the dress was being pulled tightly around her large breasts. Mr. Wilson took pictures as she spoke. "I thought the skirt looked totally perfect in the costume section but I'm afraid it's a little small."

"Honey, no, it's actually suppose to be this short. In fact, aren't the panties part of the ensemble?"

Wendy became a bit flustered. "Well, yes, but you don't want them to show, do you?" She was surprised at his suggestion.

"Certainly dear. You must learn to become more relaxed and confident in front of the camera. Some of the fashions will involve women's undergarments. Modesty is not a virtue in modeling. In fact, you will at times be required to change in front of cameramen, male models, and others who happen to be around when there is simply no time or space to allow for privacy."

Wendy knew he was right about that. If she was going to become a model she would have to get over her inhibitions.

"Wendy, lift up the front of the skirt so that the camera can see how your undies compliment the skirt."

Wendy blushed. "Mr. Wilson, my goodness, you want me to lift up my skirt? I mean, you will totally seem my panties!"

"Of course, dear." He reassured her. "But, it is entirely professional. You must learn to get comfortable with this."

"Well, alright, but golly." She looked off to the side. Her delicate fingers clutched nervously at the hem of the polka dot skirt. She hesitated, but lifted it up in front, revealing to Mr. Wilson her panties.

Mr. Wilson quickly took a few pictures before the redness in her face dissipated. Her bashfulness, along with her panties, made the shot. And, the panties were awfully cute. They were white, trimmed with a frilly border that matched the hem of her skirt. Embroidered throughout were red candy canes. She was an adorable sight, with her thighs clasped shut in a feeble effort to hide the evident mound of her cunnie. "These are excellent pictures, Wendy. The panties beg to be included. It's clear that the candy canes are suppose to be seen with this skirt."

"You think so?" She lifted her skirt up higher and looked down so that she could see for herself. This was another good picture: her curiously looking at her own sexy panties.

"Alright then, let's try another outfit."

"Awesome!" Wendy went behind the partition to put on another outfit. Mr. Wilson forced himself this time to avoid watching her change. When she returned she was wearing a harem girl's outfit, like Barbara Eden wore on I Dream of Jeannie. Wendy was smiling as she scampered up to Mr. Wilson. Her breasts were very well displayed in this outfit.

"How do you want me?" Wendy asked.

Mr. Wilson remembered the manner in which he wanted Barbara Eden when he was a teenager, but he quickly got that out of his mind. There was a problem though with this outfit. The thin cloth that enclosed her breasts was transparent.

"I'm afraid Wendy that the bra beneath the top won't work. It rather spoils the effect, don't you think? I mean no harem girl would actually be wearing a brassiere." "Oh!" She was momentarily nonplused, but quickly attempted to display a professionalism. "No biggie. How silly of me." She turned around, pulled down the silk straps of her top and removed the bra. Covering her naked breasts with one hand, she tossed the bra over the partition. Mr. Peters took the opportunity of her back being turned to adjust his cock within his slacks. Wendy pulled up her straps and turned to face Mr. Wilson.

Mr. Wilson now had a very good view of her large breasts through the diaphanous material. She was a very sexy sight. She had such a pretty, innocent face, yet thrusting out beneath were two luscious globes of sexual pleasure. The gossamer fabric did little to hide them. Wendy also had a very nice tan which only exaggerated the virginal whiteness of her breasts. It was a part of her that rarely saw the light of day. Even her nipples were evident, like little pointed peaks poking up from twin mountains. Wendy looked down at herself apprehensively. "You don't think that they are now too exposed, though, do you Mr. Wilson?"

"Not at all, Wendy," Mr. Wilson reassured her. "They show the outfit well. These pictures will be excellent. Any designer with a fashion that highlights the bosom can now see who will successfully sell it."

"Wow, that's completely brilliant!"

"Wendy, you know, rather than try to hide your, um, your breasts, perhaps you should actually try to use them to your advantage?"

"Do you really think so, Mr. Wilson?" she asked. He snapped another candid shot of her face. Her eyes were sparkling nicely in the light; her lashes fluttering delicately.

"Of course, dear. Your breasts are one of your greatest assets. Rather than secret them away, you should put them out in front of you with pride."

"Really?" On the one hand, this sounded like a good idea. She had no difficulty showing them off to the boys, when she was dressed. She knew they liked them a lot, and she had been worried that they would be a serious problem for modeling. Mr. Wilson's suggestion that they might even be good for her career was exciting to contemplate. Still, she wasn't sure.

"Here, I want you to try something. Grasp your breasts with your two hands and lift them up."

"Mr. Wilson! I can't do that. That is a biggie. Not in front of you."

"It's not for me, Wendy, it's for the camera. You must remember that. I am not even here."

It was a good lesson but hard to learn. She was posing for the camera, not for him. Nevertheless, it wasn't easy ignoring the fact that a grown man like Mr. Wilson was behind the camera, and he was even a fairly good looking man. If he wasn't so totally attractive she could ignore the implications of holding up her boobies, but with Mr. Wilson she couldn't help but feel that she was holding them up for him. Well, she should do it. He was the professional, and he was probably giving her good advice. She looked down at the floor, grasped her ample breasts with her hands, and lifted them up. All she could think about was when she had to do this in Mr. Peters' class. That had been a very difficult experience, although, actually it had ended well (see Chapter 4). At least this time they were still covered.

Mr. Wilson's dick swelled further. Her breasts looked so inviting as she pointed her nipples at him. With her eyes averted he could safely shift his cock again. He needed to as he was developing a full erection. He took a few pictures. Her embarrassment was good for the picture, but he wanted her to look straight into the camera as well. Her pretty, sparkling eyes should not be wasted. "That's nice, Wendy, but the camera is over here. Look right into the lens, as if nobody is here but the person you want to please with your young, full, beautiful breasts."