Photographic Escapades Ch. 02
Authors' Note: This is the second installment of a much longer story with each chapter being a different category. Although it is in the Novels and Novellas section this part could be classified as Exhibitionist & Voyeur. This is a stand-alone story but would suggest that you read Chapter 1 for a better description of the characters. Votes and constructive criticism are welcome and appreciated. Hope you enjoy
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A few weeks had passed since my daughter Sally left her lesbian girlfriend and came to live with me. We had come to the simple arrangement that we would continue to live our own lives without putting any undue strain on each other. I managed the odd photo shoot here and there and Sally continued with her own job. The only concession I asked for was that we would meet and spend at least one hour together every day. I did not want to live in the same house as my daughter and never have any chance to see her. Sally agreed to this, notwithstanding the fact that we both had erratic lifestyles. It soon became painfully obvious that finding one hour during the day to be together would ultimately be impossible, unless we had that hour during breakfast. This was not the ideal situation as I am not a morning person, and it does take time for me to wake up properly, but we managed handsomely.
Somewhere in the furthest corners of my mind I could hear Sally speaking to me. It seemed important but I had suddenly gone into my own little world of reminiscences . . . . .
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Not being on the top of the photographic ladder anymore, and not being in such high demand, I had to accept any assignment that came along. Beggars, after all, could not be choosers. The reason I lost my standing in the glamour photography world was by my doing. A couple of years after my wife Jenny died, about thirteen years ago, I went into semi-retirement to look after Sally full time. She had originally been looked after by her grandmother Margaret, Jennys' mother, but the shock of losing her only daughter at the tender age of only thirty proved to be too much for her. She slowly slipped into depression and her health declined to a point that she had almost lost the will to live. I had long rejected work to be able to care for both Sally and Margaret and about a year and a half after laying Jenny to rest, her mother was finally at peace.
Sally and I were alone.
Raising a headstrong twelve year old was not an easy undertaking and at times I wondered if I was really up to the task. Having legally adopted Sally at 9 years of age when I married her mother, I never had a part in her formative years and was thus at a bit of a loss. Sometimes I doubted my own resolve. When it came to laying down the law, was I being a loving father or simply a tyrant that wanted his own way? I tried to remember how my parents raised me and adopted their techniques as well as I could. I knew that Sally got her periods regularly so that discussion and that of the birds and bees had obviously been taken care of by either her mother or grandmother. Although this offered a certain amount of lee-way, what was I supposed to do when boys started coming around? If they tried anything funny with my baby girl I'd nail the randy bastards to a wall. What would I do when Sally started getting interested in boys? I knew her sweet innocent mannerisms wouldn't last forever and her hormones were soon going to kick in and take her on a wild sleigh ride.
The years passed, full of ups and downs. Very fortunately, there were many more ups than there were downs. Sally really was a sweet girl and she never gave me any problems that were earth-shattering. She had only a few weeks earlier turned eighteen and I had to look at her in a new light. She was no longer my baby girl. Here was a young lady in the body of a woman. Her figure had filled out and although she could not be called slim, she was ever so slightly rounded, giving her ample curves but it never occurred to me that hardly any boys ever came knocking at the door asking for her.
She and I had very few arguments and we agreed on almost everything but there was one particular time that stuck in my memory. She came home after school and after flinging her bag on the stairs she ran into the kitchen. I was there pottering around preparing dinner when she flopped down at the table.
"Dad?"
"Yes darling?" I didn't turn around.
"How much do you love me?"
I slowly placed the chopping knife I had been wielding down on the cupboard and folding my arms across my chest turned to face her.
"How much is it going to cost me?" the sarcasm in my voice was evident but Sally didn't blink an eye.
"Not a single penny," she retorted matter-of-factly, barely looking at me, almost uninterested in my reply.
"Then I love you very much!" I exclaimed with a smile on my face.
"Brilliant! Then you won't mind if I go out tonight. Tiffany is having a party for her nineteenth."
I looked over at her. The look on her face had changed completely. Gone was the nonchalant look and the relaxed posture. Now it seemed that every fibre in her body was tensed in readiness for my response. That's what I loved about Sally. Although she was of age and now an adult, she still asked for permission to go out late or places that weren't the norm. I decided to have a little fun at her expense.
"At what time, and where?"
"At 8 o'clock at her house. Her parents will be there." I looked at my watch. It was a quarter to six.
"Well I don't know," I slowly drew out.
"Oh come on dad..." I held up a finger and she stopped.
"Will you let me finish please?" and her head dropped a little. "I'm not too sure because..."
"Please dad..." she began again but I immediately spoke up again.
"Will you PLEASE let me finish." She nodded sullenly and looked at the table. "As I was saying... I don't know. I'm not too sure because you might not have enough time to get ready, but if you hurry you should be able to."
"Did you just say yes?" Her head shot up and looked expectantly as if she had heard me wrong.
"Only if you hurry," I continued.
"Thanks daddy," she screamed and jumped up on me to give me the biggest hug ever. "I'm going to get ready."
She ran out of the kitchen and I could hear her footsteps thumping as she quickly climbed the stairs. I chuckled to myself and continued preparing dinner which would now be for one.
Sally reappeared in the kitchen just after 8 o'clock wearing a pale blue summer dress that showed off her rounded hips and ample bosom. She held her arms wide waiting for my opinion.
"A little heavy on the cleavage tonight aren't we?" I asked.
"Maybe a little," she unashamedly replied looking down at her boobs nodding. But you know what they say?"
"What do they say?" I inquired.
"If you've got it... flaunt it."
"If you think that just because you have large breasts you can go..."
"Dad I was joking. It was after all you that bought me this dress, remember?"
She was right. I had bought the dress for her but I never thought that she would fill it to such perfection.
"Give me a twirl!"
She did as I asked and she looked picture perfect.
"Bellissima!" I exclaimed, kissing the tips of my fingers.
My camera was at the ready and she knew the routine. A few poses when she was dressed up nicely was the norm. She had picked up a few pose ideas over the years and the photos that I took of her came out very nicely. When we were ready she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and turned to leave.
"See you later!"
I held on to her hand and she swung back to face me.
"Aren't you forgetting something?"
"I gave you a kiss!"
I took two small square packets out of my pocket and offered them to her.
"Condoms?" she squealed. "You have got to be kidding me?" I shook my head offering them to her again. "Dad no!"
Her tone was adamant but I was not going to be perturbed.
"I don't think that it will only be girls at the party, right?" She shook her head. "Then you need to take these with you."
"Dad I don't need them and plus I don't have any pockets or a handbag to keep them in."
"Put them in your bra."
"Dad please."
"Look Sally I was eighteen once and I know that parties can sometimes get a little out of hand and when you're having fun and with a lot of friends, inhibitions can sometimes run low. I am not telling you to go and have sex, but if one thing leads to another and the guy isn't prepared, you are. All I ask is that you take them with you just in case."
Her demeanor softened towards me and held her hand out for the condoms. I passed them to her and she tucked them snugly into her bra.
"Perfect! Have fun darling," I gave her a hug.
"See you later," and with that she was gone!
I decided to move to the living room and switched on the T.V. There was a wildlife documentary on that I had seen before and quickly lost interest so I switched it off again. I walked over to my work desk and switched on my pc. I navigated to where my latest photos were stored and started scrolling through them. There were a few that would need touching up but the majority of them were fine. I started the image manipulation software package that I normally use and got stuck in to correcting those photos that I had marked for adjustment.
As always when working on my photos the time seemed to fly when I heard a noise in the hall way. I looked at the time and realized it was almost mid-night.
"You still awake dad?" Sally softly asked.
"Yes darling. Was waiting for you."
"Good, can we talk?" her voice was soft and I knew from experience that what she wanted to talk about was something that was bothering her.
"Of course we can." I quickly switched off my pc and motioned her to the sofa. "Let's sit down. Did you use both the condoms?" I joked.
"Oh that reminds me," she said, her hand dived into her bra and she pulled out both condoms, their packing still unbroken. "You can have them back. I told you I wouldn't need them."
"So I can rest assured that you are still a virgin, unless you have..."
"Yes dad!" her exasperated tone echoed. "I am still a virgin and will be so for a long time to come."
