It was a hot day last summer when my daughter Emily brought home her friend Katie. Emmy's 19 and Katie's 18. Katie first showed up at our house when she was 3 and made it her second home almost from day one. Katie is one of those happy high energy girls. From the time she was 12 she's wanted to be a model and I have to admit, she seems to have what it takes. She's a little thin for my taste but otherwise very attractive. Her long slender legs seem to go on forever and her eyes are the most alluring I've ever seen. They are a very light blue so much so they seem to shine. Her fair skin and blond hair seem to amplify them. Her smile can make you laugh and her pout draw you in to her desires. That pout has more than once gotten me to give in when I was trying to keep Emmy at home for some reason when Katie wanted her to go to the mall or other such place.
.Katie always called me "Mr. O." It'd be "hi Mr. O how're you doing?" So that's what Katie said on that hot day last year. Katie came from a troubled home. Her mother ran away to Norway with a guy she met on the Internet. Her father was a nice guy though not particularly bright. So Katie came to me that day looking for advice.
"Mr. O, remember how you said I could talk to you about college?"
"Yes."
"Well, I know it's late but I wanna go."
"It might not be too late. Where do you want go?"
So that's how things got stated. She wanted to go to one of the state teachers colleges and I agreed to help her. I'd been through this with one of my other daughters so I knew the ropes. Katie told me she thought if she got into fashion design it might help her in her modeling career. I remember thinking how I wanted to tell her that if she didn't have a modeling career already it probably wasn't going to happen but I don't believe it unnecessarily killing a dream. I'd let her have it.
Somewhere in the middle of our discussion Emily came back and said, "I need to go to the mall to get some stuff for school this fall. You coming Katie?"
"No," Katie replied, "your dad is helping me with college plans so I need to stay here. Is that all right?"
"Sure, but I'm going to be a while."
"That's okay, this is going to take a while anyway. You don't mind do you?"
"No, I don't mind," Emily replied. Emily was serious student and very focused so I suspect she liked the idea of going alone for her stuff.
When my conversation with Katie about college came to its end Katie sat back in the chair she was in a closed her eyes in thought. I found myself staring at her beautiful legs. I've never been one to mentally undress a woman so I was taking pleasure purely in the beauty of her long legs and their ultimate vortex at her hips. I thought she looked particularly stunning that day though I couldn't have said why if I were asked.
Then I heard Katie say something that jerked me out of my trance, "Say Mr. O, would you do me a favor?"
"Um sure, what?"
"You know Rick's in Iraq and well I'd like to send him a few sexy pictures of me so would you mind taking a couple for me?" Rick and Katie had been friends since grammar school but I hadn't realized he had become her boyfriend so I was a little taken aback by her request.
"Um., sure, what do you have in mind?"
"Well, I'd like to get a few of me in my bikini."
"Okay, so when do you want to do it?"
"Now if you don't mind." I looked a bit confused at her and she picked up on it. "I left one in Emmy's room. I'll run up and put it on now." Before I could say anything else she had jumped up from her chair and quickly left the room. My camera was close by so after finding I had plenty of film in it I waited for Katie's return. When she got back I was a bit surprised by what she was wearing. It was one of the smaller suits I'd ever seen and I certain didn't expect to see such a bikini on a teenager who also happened to be my daughter's friend. Katie has small breasts, a small B cup so there wasn't much to show off there but the bottom half of her suit resembled a thong in all respects. When Katie came into the room she twirled in front of me modeling the suit. I hadn't ever seen this much of her body.
"So where do you want to take them?" I asked.
"Here's okay if that's all right with you."
"Sure, so let's see," I was trying to think fast of a pose I thought she should take. But Katie didn't wait for any suggestions from me and she quickly struck one of her own. She turned three quarters of the way from me and turned her head back to me. She had a temptress look on her face and I quickly snapped a couple of pictures of her in that pose. We went through a series of similar poses all somewhat erotic in their own rite.
Katie looked at me thoughtfully and finally said, "Um, would you mind taking a . . . "her words trailed off as she obviously was struggling with what to say, "um a sexy picture?"
"You mean these weren't sexy?" I said somewhat sarcastically. I had honestly thought they were quite sexy.
"Well," she started stringing out the word well, "I wanted to show him a little skin."
"Honey, you're showing him plenty of skin. You're going to get the guy all worked up and no way to do anything about it."
"Well, yeah, but um, he sort of asked me to take some pictures." She said her words coming out slowly.
"And we've given him some."
"No, he wanted some really sexy pictures like," Katie pulled the bra straps of bikini down so the that it left most of her breasts revealed without showing her nipples, "like this."
I gulped and said a feeble, "Oh, okay." The areoles of her breasts puffed out away from the rest of her breast a little. I took several picture of her in various poses of her like that. Then as she moved around Katie took her hands and ran them up the back of her neck pulling her long hair up as she went. I took pictures of her doing this until the film ran out. "If you want more pictures I've got to put a new roll in." Katie just nodded to me and I went and got another roll of film and put it in the camera. "So what now?" I asked.
Katie smiled, reached behind her and unsnapped the bikini top and let it fall to the floor. She looked at me intently. I'm sure she was waiting for my disapproval but it didn't come. What she did see was a shocked look. I'd had treated Katie like she was one of my daughters and had thought of her that way. Katie was one of those girls who I think don't need to wear a bra. Her breasts stood out from her body firmly and taut. I first wanted to just stand there and stare at her beautiful breasts for a while and then I wanted to touch them. That wasn't a thought I felt I should be having so I quickly took a couple of pictures of her and Katie responded by going into her model poses again.
After taking what I thought were more than enough pictures I said to her, "Is that enough?"
"Yeah, I guess," she replied as she fell into a chair. "Could I have something to drink, I'm hot."
"Oh yeah, you certainly are," I responded and then asked, "What would like?"
"Beer?" She replied.