I picked up Kimmy at 11:30 and promised Monica I would have her back by nine. Kimmy joined us in the living room in her jeans and T-shirt, blushing, but with a big smile on her face. I said to Monica. "I'm sorry you can't come with us, Monica. You know you're welcome to sit in on our photo sessions."
I held out my arms to Kimmy for a hug. She wasn't sure what to do and looked at Monica.
She laughed, "Kimmy, give Eric a hug and a kiss. He's really helping us here. You need to do whatever he says. This is a big chance for you."
She let me hug her, still smiling, and more comfortable now that Monica told her to greet me so warmly. I bent down to kiss her lips and she turned her head so I could kiss her cheek.
"Kimmy! Give Eric a kiss. A real kiss."
I kissed her on the mouth, and kept kissing for several seconds. "Well, that's a start. Maybe we'll have to practice." I said, and patted her on the bottom. She blushed brighter.
She looked at the bag in my hand. I said, "It's for you today, Kimmy, so you'll already have on this play skirt and these sexy panties when we get there. Take off your jeans and T-shirt."
She blushed. "Right here?"
Monica said, "Young lady, do what Eric tells you."
I held up my hand and laughed. "No, it's OK, Monica. Just take off your jeans and T-shirt. I need to check my measurements anyway. Then you can go put on these panties in your bedroom. OK?"
She was still blushing, but unsnapped her jeans. She sat on the couch and pulled off her gym shoes without untying them. She pulled each leg of her jeans down and kicked them off her ankles. She stood up.
"Those panties aren't very sexy, Kimmy." I laughed, putting my finger under the elastic-lace waistband of the thin, white, cotton panties "Do you have the pair I gave you when I took pictures?"
"Well, umm, they are in my dirty clothes on the floor." She blushed again.
"Don't worry, Kimmy. I brought you these new sexy ones to wear to the studio. I opened the bag and took out a pair of olive green, silk, thong panties. I knew they would be too big on her. She stared at them.
"Wow." She said softly.
"Let me see what size these old cotton panties are." I sat on the couch and pulled her to stand between my knees. I pulled out the back of her panties towards me and looked at the tag. "'Twelve.' Well, that's about the right size. Like a lady's size two."
I looked at her bare, pale buns. So firm and round. The tan lines made her bottom glow. I could hardly wait to see more later. But, I just patted her bottom and said, "Now the T-shirt. Let me see how your bra fits."
She pulled the T-shirt off over her head and I stood up behind her. The top of her head was still two inches below my chin. I unfastened her bra and looked at the tags. "Thirty two-A. But I think you're almost a 'B' cup now, Kimmy. Arms out to the side. Let me feel if you're a 'B' cup yet. I promise not to peek." I laughed.
She hesitated and Monica said, "Kimmy. He's a photographer. He's going to be taking lots of pictures of you today while you're only wearing underwear. Let him feel what size you are. It's not being 'bad,' like they told you when you were little. This is for fashion modeling. It's OK. He has to know what sizes to get for you."
She held her hands out to her sides, but when I started to slide my hands around her from behind, she snapped her arms down and bent to the side with a giggle; fastening my hands in her armpits. "It tickles!" She said through her giggles.
"OK." I said; letting go. "Then lean up against me and I won't touch your armpits."
She leaned back against me, and fortunately I wasn't completely stiff yet, although it was starting. I didn't think she could tell through my jeans.
Monica walked over and sat in the chair next to the TV. She turned it on as if she wasn't interested in what we were doing.
I put my hands on Kimmy's firm, flat tummy and slid them up over her breasts, cupping one in each hand. I felt for several seconds - pulling them this way and that - loving the firmness of them. I felt her nipples harden at my touch. Her bra was still hanging from her shoulders, covering my hands and her breasts while I gently massaged them. "B!" I proclaimed with a pinch. "Yes, a 'B' cup already." I pinched and tugged each nipple again and withdrew my hands.
I sat down on the couch again. I placed Kimmy in front of me, between my knees again, but facing me this time. Her bra was hanging from her neck, but it covered her small breasts. She put her hands on the bra, making sure she stayed covered from view. I hoped to see them later. I put my hands on her narrow waist and slid them down to her hips, pulling her thin, cotton panties down over her hips, but not far enough to expose her pussy. The elastic band was right across her mound about a half inch above her crack. I turned her around, keeping my hands on her hips. "Yes. Developing a nice figure. And these long, pretty legs. Perfect for a model." I slid both hands down her right leg to her ankle, moved them to her other ankle, and slid them up her leg to her panties.
I felt her tummy and hips again, turning her around to face away from me. I patted her bottom lightly. "Nice and round and firm. Perfect." I said, with another harder pat - more like a spank.
"Ouch!" She said, and laughed.
Monica turned around to face us. "It's OK, Eric. I think she could use some hard spankings!" She laughed.
I put my hand on her firm bottom, moving the panties over her skin from side to side. "I promise not to spank her too hard, Monica." All three of us laughed.
I pinched the back of her panties together between my finger and thumb and pulled her panties way up, giving her a wedgie. "Pull these up as high as you can, Kimmy." She was standing between my knees, facing Monica with her feet almost touching each other. The material was bunched together between her pale buns so that her cotton panties formed a thong in back. "Two little smacks now on each side, Kimmy, then run in and put on the new panties and skirt. I was feeling each side of her bottom with my right hand while telling her I was going to spank her. I turned her sideways between my knees and place my left hand on her tummy below her belly button. "Bend over just a little bit so I can pat your bottom now, Kimmy." I laughed.
Monica was watching us and smiling. She looked back at the TV and I let my left hand drop to the top of Kimmy's pubic mound and gave her a light spank on each cheek. She giggled and stood up straight, turning, which put my hand fully on her mound. With one hand on her pubic mound and my right hand on her ass I tried to turn her back into position for the last two spanks. She was still giggling and wiggling around, causing my hands to rub all over her pussy and ass.
Monica looked over at us. "You two are both being silly."
The two little fingers of my left hand were now under her pussy, between her legs with my hand pressed firmly cupping her mound, while my right hand was pressing against her ass. Kimmy was still laughing and wiggling around between my hands, twisting her body, but still pulling up the sides of her panties way above her belly button.
Monica said, "For heaven's sake, Kimmy, hold still so he can give you your last two spanks. Then you can change and go be a model."
I held her tight between my hands, with my left hand between her legs pressing up on her thin, cotton panties while Monica laughed at our silliness. A quick SMACK! SMACK! sent her laughing into her bedroom to try on the new panties and skirt.
I called out, "Put on the new panties, the skirt, and your T-shirt, Kimmy!"
Monica turned to face me. "Good, Eric, I'm so glad you think she might get to be a model. That would help so much. I'll tell her to do everything you say." She said this loud enough for Kimmy to hear as she went into her bedroom.
She came out a minute later in the new panties, the short, jeans skirt I gave her, and her T-shirt.
Then she put on her shoes and the three of us headed to the door. I bent down to kiss her again, and this time she gave me a better kiss mouth to mouth.
"That looks more like it, Kimmy." Said Monica, as we headed out to my car.
Kimmy climbed into my front seat and I swatted her bottom again.
"Like I said, Monica, I'm sorry you can't come with us. You know you're welcome to sit in on our photo session."
"I know, Eric, and I will come one of these days, but I've got so many things to do." She lowered her voice so Kimmy couldn't hear. "Thanks for the advance payment. This first four hundred is a life saver. And you think I'll get three or four hundred dollars for each of her photo sessions - like two or three times a month?"
"I'm pretty sure. Yes. Todd, the web guy I work with, assured me that we would start making money after the first couple of months. He advanced me this money to get things started. He said that as long as Kimmy is cute and not too shy that she could have her own site after just a couple more modeling sessions. He flew into town last night and will meet me at Sheila's house today for our first official photo shoot. He'll come back again next weekend."
"That's great, Eric. Thanks for setting things up." She kissed my cheek and stepped around the car to Kimmy's window. Kimmy rolled it down, and said good-bye to Monica. "Do whatever they tell you, Kimmy. Remember: panties are just like a swim suit, so it's OK. Nobody from around here will see the pictures anyway. Now go on and have fun. It's not being 'bad,' it's just part of being a model."
"OK." She said, rolling up her window so we could get started. We fastened our seatbelts and took off, heading north.
"Are you excited, Kimmy?" I patted her thigh.
"Yes. It's so fun being a model. The hardest part is not telling my friends."
I laughed, "Yes, well, that's also very important. We'll usually do this on a Saturday or Sunday so nobody will ask you questions. But you might get to meet some other young models and then you could share your excitement that way... And you can talk to me of course."
"Other models?" She asked.
"Yes. Maybe. Like you and another girl your age. Like having a slumber party, and trying on different panties. Jumping on the bed. Pillow fights. Giving each other horsy rides. Wrestling around. Things like that." I said. We drove five minutes with the radio playing.
As we left town, I asked her if she had slept very good.
"Umm, I was too excited to sleep, Eric. I kept thinking about being a model and like, umm, you know, like people seeing my panties."
"There's no need to be scared. I'll be with you."
"I wasn't scared, but just kind of, well, like nervous inside." She giggled. "And I got up last night to try on different panties and like got in different funny positions like you had me do that time you took some pictures. I tried to get in silly positions so you could see my panties. Do you want me to show you later? I can get upside down, too, so like if I had on a dress it would fall and then you could see my panties. I can even put my legs apart while I'm upside down!"
"Yes, I want to see what new positions you came up with. You'll be a good model. Did you feel kind of tingly inside? Like your insides, where your panties were?"
"Yes." She said. "Tingly inside. So I couldn't sleep because I kept thinking about it."
I said, "Maybe you could lay back and take a little nap in the car, Kimmy. Your seat lays back. I could talk to you and help you sleep. I could hypnotize you so you would sleep. You would wake up refreshed. Sometimes I hypnotize some of our models so they can take a little nap. Then they wake up all refreshed and have lots of energy to be a model."
"Nap? You mean in the car?"
"Yes. It's OK, Kimmy, there aren't any other cars around. Take off your shoes and lay back. You can rest. I need to see how well these fit. I really didn't get to feel them in the house. And I should check your cup size again, like I did in the living room, but sometimes you're breasts are different when you're lying down. I'll hypnotize you so you get some sleep before we get there. You won't remember anything. I'll just be checking your sizes, like I did in front of Monica."
As she took off her shoes, she said, "I don't want to do anything bad, Eric. I mean I like to model, but I don't want to do bad things. OK?"
I assured her that we wouldn't expect her to do anything bad with anyone. "Just kissing. That's not bad is it?"
"No, silly. Kissing is OK. I mean like, you know."
"We'll have to touch you to fix your clothes and to make sure things fit right, but you won't have to be naked in front of men, if that's what you mean." I laughed.
"OK. Good. Because I mean this is like fun and stuff."
I put my hand on her thigh again. "You're safe with us, Kimmy. And besides, if you're asleep, then you can't do anything bad. You would just be dreaming. Lay back now and let me help you fall asleep. Then you'll be refreshed when we get there."
She looked around for other cars. There were none. It was only a two lane road now, and I was going fifty. She pulled the little handle that I pointed to, and laid her seat way back. She pulled her skirt down.
I laughed and patted her leg, "Don't be so bashful, Kimmy. You know I'm going to see your panties today, don't you?"
"Yes." She said, "But like we're in the car. People could see."
I handed her a bath towel. "Put this over your lap and shoulders like a blanket and lay back. I need to see how well these fit you before I give you the new pair. This isn't anything bad; I just need to feel how well they fit. Keep the towel over your lap."
I looked at her. The green and white striped bath towel was spread over her lap and chest. "Put your feet apart, Kimmy, and let me feel the panties, so I can check the fit. OK?"
"OK." She said, and scooted her knees apart.
"Just close your eyes and relax, Kimmy. I'm going to hypnotize you to sleep now, and I'll keep touching you to help you relax. And while you're sleeping I'll tell you more about today's session. Relax now."
I put in a new age background tape and turned down the volume. We would be rolling along for about forty miles without much traffic. My hand was stroking her left thigh. I began talking in a soft monotone. "Relax your feet and legs. They will feel like wet spaghetti - limp and easy to mover. Your hips will relax as I touch you. Today you will be a pretty, sexy model. You will smile at the camera. Your tummy is relaxed. Let all the tension drain out of your tummy."
As I talked, I gently moved my hands around on her legs and up over her tummy, moving her skirt up, parting her legs.
"Go on to sleep. It's a long drive. As you sleep you won't feel me touching you. You can't do anything bad if you're asleep. Just relax. Go to sleep. A deep sleep. This is not naughty. I need to see if these panties are the right size for you. I'm hypnotizing you. You will go into a deep sleep. It will help you relax so you can be more limber later, and be a better model. You won't feel me touching you. You must go to sleep and then you will wake up refreshed for your modeling session. You can't do anything bad if you're asleep. Just go to sleep now. It's OK to make noises in your sleep. People make noises while they are dreaming. I know you're fast asleep." I tried to sound like a hypnotist, talking in a low monotone.
"Keep your eyes closed. While you're sleeping, I'll put your knees farther apart. It's OK for you to make little noises in your sleep. Relax. It's natural to make little noises while you're sleeping." I kept talking in a monotone. "Dream about undressing in front of a group of strange men while you are modeling, because that helps you look excited to be a model. When you pull your panties part way down, look right into the camera as if you're telling the boys and men that you want them to watch you. While you sleep, imagine that you are pulling your panties down so the men and boys can see you. You want them to see your panties. You are in a deep sleep."
I lifted her right knee, putting her foot on the car seat, and let her knee lean against the car door. "My touch is making you fall into a deep, deep sleep. When you awake you won't remember anything." I began rubbing her tummy and sliding my finger under the waistband of her panties. Back and forth, tugging them down ever so lightly. I reached up to her chest and felt across her T-shirt as if I was trying to determine her cup size again. She didn't react or push my hand away. I gently massaged each breast and rubbed her T-shirt over her nipples.
"You are in a deep sleep now." I continued talking. I kept talking softly and slid my hand down her tummy, being careful not to tickle her. I slid it up under her T-shirt and began feeling checking her cup size again. I said, "My touch makes you sleepy. You are in a deep sleep. You cannot feel my hand on your breasts as I check your cup size."
I slid my hand back down her tummy to her panties. I rubbed around each leg hole, so my finger was sliding under the elastic. She didn't object, but was breathing heavier. I continued, getting closer and closer to her pussy. As I ran my fingers up and down along the elastic leg hole of her panties, my finger began stroking along the side of her pussy lip. "Just keep sleeping. You are not responsible for anything. You can't help it. You are sound asleep. You don't know I'm touching you." My finger was brushing over both lips now.
I slowly pulled my fingers out from under her panties and began rubbing her pussy through the silky, white, over-size, semi-transparent panties. I started telling her about some of the outfits she would be wearing and that there would be two other adults there, besides me. Shelia, who had the studio set up in her house, and Todd, who would be managing her website. "You will let them see how well your panties and bra fit you, and you will let them position you. You will act sexy for them and show them your favorite modeling poses, including the upside-down, legs-spread poses."
My right hand was blatantly rubbing her pussy - squeezing her lips together in a big, soft pinch - and then moving her lips around. She still didn't say anything, so I kept talking in a monotone about today's photo session. "We'll have you wear lots of sexy panties and outfits - some feminine and some tomboy and some even some funny and crazy outfits..." My fingers pressed her right thigh outwards, touching the edge of her panties, and my thumb pushed on her left thigh so I was opening her pussy. I was worried that I was going way too far, too fast, when she scooted her left leg farther over towards me - opening a bit wider. Her eyes were still closed and I kept talking and feeling her pussy through the silky panties. The panties were getting moist. I said, "It's natural to make little noises when you're dreaming. Just enjoy your dreams and stay sound asleep. You are in a deep sleep. You won't remember anything."
My index finger began stroking slowly up and down between her lips, pressing the silky panties into her pussy. I could feel that she was wet now, and the olive-green, silky material was sliding against her skin. My voice continued in a monotone. She tried to move her left leg open wider but it was already against the gearshift console. I lifted her left knee so her left foot was also on the seat and she could lay her knees outwards. This spread her open nicely, with her feet by her bottom on the car seat and her knees laying out wide.
After I positioned her left leg, I slid my hand down her thigh and in under the elastic band around the left leg. Now my whole hand was inside her panties and I began sliding my fingers around in her pussy, but not pushing a finger in her vagina. Kimmy squirmed when I rubbed across her clit.
"Unn." She said - almost a whisper.
I kept talking, "It's natural to make little noises, even louder noises while you are dreaming. It's good to make noises so you don't wake up from your dream. You are in a deep sleep. You won't remember anything when you awake." I could feel her clit getting stiffer as her pussy got wetter. I kept rubbing up and back across her clit with my now-wet fingers. I continued talking softly about nothing in particular. She was squirming more; moving her hips; moaning continually; trying to open her legs farther.
I decided to put my finger into the opening of her vagina. All pretense of measuring her panties was gone now anyway. She was so tight, but also very slippery with her own excitement. As I tentatively put my finger in the opening, she moved her hips up to meet my finger. Then I tried to hold my finger still while she moved towards it so that she was sliding onto my finger - just an inch, but she was definitely trying to slide onto my finger. "Imagine you are pulling down your panties in front of boys. Imagine that they are looking at you. You pull them down farther so they can all see you. They are looking at your bare pussy. You open your legs for them."
The next time she raised her hips into my finger I pushed all the way in. She let out a gasp, but I pulled my finger out quickly and held it in place again to see if she wanted more. She thrust again, so I pushed all the way back in.
Kimmy was moaning now, saying, "unn," with each mutual thrust. Her pussy was so tight! Suddenly she closed her legs on my arm - holding me with my finger inside her vagina. I kept it pressed in. She grasped my arm with both hands, holding me inside her. I could feel the spasms as she came. Then she let go; let her legs open again; and stopped moaning, although she was still panting.
I pulled my finger out and rested my hand on her pubic mound. I stopped talking when she came. Then I straightened out her panties and pulled the towel back down over her lap. "You are in a deep, relaxed sleep. You will sleep another ten minutes."
About ten minutes later she sat up, embarrassed.
"Did you have a nice nap?" I asked, cheerfully.
"I must have dozed off." She said, looking out the window.
"Yes, sometimes riding in the car can make you sleepy." I agreed. "And modeling can make you sleepy. And modeling is tiring work, too. You might need a little nap before dinner."
"You're a sound sleeper, Kimmy. That's good. If you have a little nap on the way up to Sheila's studio each week, then you'll have more energy when you model. Naps are good for you.
We rode in silence for a minute, and then I took out my background music tape and turned on the radio to an oldies station. "While you were sleeping I told you about some of the modeling you will be doing tonight, but I'm not sure if you heard me. You fell asleep pretty fast. That's great."
"Well, I don't remember what you said. I was asleep. I remember hearing your voice, but I can't remember what you told me." She said. "But it is just kind of embarrassing at my age, like to take a nap like a little kid. Let's keep my naps like another one of our secrets, OK?"
"Of course, Kimmy. We have to trust each other. You can tell me anything and it will be our secret. I won't tell Monica about your nap in the car."
We arrived at Sheila's house about ten minutes later. There was a full size rental car in the driveway. She lived back off the road, out of sight of any neighbors.
As we drove down "Kimmy, we might have to give you some spankings, later, but not because you're in trouble or anything. It just helps give you rosy... I mean, it gives your buns a rosy glow, like putting make-up on your face cheeks. OK? It won't hurt, just enough to warm up your bottom for the pictures. Not much harder than I spanked you back in your living room."
She giggled. "That was funny. I pulled my panties up so high and you spanked me. It was funny. Even Monica laughed." She kept giggling as she thought about it.
"OK. I promise not to spank you much harder than that. It can be funny again, and we can make it like a game."
She grabbed my arm. "You're funny, Eric. But if it's a game, then can I win a prize?" She laughed.
"Yes. We'll have a nice prize for you!" I patted her leg, as we pulled into the circle in front of Sheila's house.
"OK. Then you can spank me, but not too hard."
I laughed with her as we came to a stop.
"And remember what Monica said about kissing the photographers. I don't know if they will kiss you, but if they do, then just relax and let them kiss you. Keep your lips relaxed and maybe put your lips a little bit apart like we practiced."
"I know." She said. "I'm not a little kid. I'll kiss them if they want to kiss me."
As we got out of the car, she straightened her skirt.
Kimmy looked cute in the short jeans skirt and her T-shirt. Sheila and Todd came out to meet us. Todd was as stocky as he was tall - a big man. Not fat, more like a weight lifter. I guessed him at fifty, but he could be younger. Not much hair on his head. He was holding a little camera as he walked out to greet us. I explained that Todd likes to get videotape of the whole session to keep track of all the poses and so on.
Sheila was dressed up in black slacks and a sheer, white blouse. No slip. You could see her bra underneath. Sheila looked good with her blond hair pulled back in a pony tail. I thought she looked much younger than her forty years. They greeted Kimmy warmly. She kissed each of them. She seemed surprised when Sheila kissed her on her lips, but then relaxed and accepted the kisses.
Sheila led us all inside, telling Kimmy that they loved the pictures of her. She was smiling like a Hollywood star as they led her in the house.
"Kimmy didn't sleep so good last night, Sheila. She was so excited about being a model today. She took a little nap in the car on the way up, though. Maybe we should let her have a quick nap before dinner."
"What a splendid idea, Eric. I'm sure she'll be tired after about six or seven changes. This will be pretty intense modeling today, so we'll have enough material for her site. And we might have some other pictures to sell overseas, too. We'll be so busy taking pictures. I'll take her in and help with her hair and make-up. You men set up the studio how you want it. We'll do a quick session in the back yard on the swing set when I bring her back out in a little while."
She led Kimmy into the downstairs guest room which we would use for our make-up and dressing room. There were several outfits laid out on the bed, including two nightgowns that you could see right through like cellophane, several bra and panty sets, pantyhose and net tights, a cowboy hat next to a holster with a toy gun, a feather boa - and other things that my eyes tried to take in, but Sheila shooed us out of the dressing room.
I heard he say, "I'll get you ready in a jiffy. Let me brush your hair. Sit here."
Todd and I went outside. He assured me that there would be cameras on her pretty much the whole time today. I shared my memory of Kimmy's little nap. Todd grinned. "Great. A hot one. We'll set up her own 'good girl - innocent, little model' site, and get some good pictures and video for just us, too."
He told me of another income producing activity for Kimmy next weekend, "... and all the while keeping her innocent. She won't know what's going on." He assured me. "As far as she knows, she'll just be modeling for us and several other photographers. She doesn't need to know that the other photographers aren't using film. I'll let them hold some of my old cameras. They can help her pose, but they will also know the rules about touching."
He said, "They will pay dearly to be included, even though they won't get to keep any pictures."
"Right. I don't want to take a risk, and I also don't want to hurt Kimmy. She's a nice, little girl, so I want to help her have fun and yet maintain her innocence."
We looked at each other. "Well, maybe a little nap wouldn't hurt!" I said.
Todd laughed. "She's a cutie, Eric. For sure!"
I explained, "But I told her that if she was asleep she wouldn't know what I was doing, and she could just relax in her dreams. I assured her that she wouldn't be doing anything bad, but she would just be taking a nap. And be sure to tell your photography friends the same thing. Nothing overtly sexual with Kimmy. Now what's this about another model?"
"She's the same age as Kimmy. Still 'innocent,' as you would say, but I'm sure we can get them to play 'slumber party.' I think it would be hot to watch them kiss each other; help each other undress; have a pillow fight; that kind of thing, like I told you in my email. Our modeling site members will love it, too. And Tammy's site members will then want to join Kimmy's site and vice-versa. Nothing naughty on either site, but the kissing or helping each other undress would sell memberships!"
"Indeed!" I agreed, "And we'll probably get more pictures that we couldn't put on the site, especially if we turn off the big lights on the set, and let them finish undressing each other to get ready for their next outfits!"
"Good idea. Our own private video. Great. But not for the site. Then we really would have to move to Russia."
We laughed and went back in the house to check on Kimmy and Sheila.
"You're just in time." Said Sheila. "I just finished fixing her hair and make-up! She is ready to be a model!"
"Wow." I said, looking at Kimmy. Her blond hair was up in two pony tails with ribbons, and she had on make-up and a necklace that contrasted with the tight, pink, shortened, T-shirt. It made her neck look even more feminine. She was wearing the same skirt she wore in the car and I wondered if she had on fresh panties. I would find out soon enough.
She was wearing her gym shoes but with ruffled ankle socks now. I noticed right away that she still had on the same, loose-fitting, olive green panties that she had worn in the car. They were visibly wet, and I wondered if we could post more than a few on her website. We spent twenty minutes posing her on the swing set before taking off her skirt. I bet you could see that her panties were getting wet in half the pictures. Kimmy kept smiling, unaware that her sexual excitement was so visible.
Once her skirt was off, Todd posed her in various positions, including having her hang from the bar with her feet apart. For the next shot he tugged her panties down to the top of her pubic mound and had her open her legs so the bottom of her panties would hang suspended between her thighs while she hung on the swing set. Hanging that way, her large pubic mound was emphasized below her flat tummy.
Because her panties were so wet - almost gooey between her legs - we decided it was time for a change. Sheila took her in to do a quick hair style and costume change.
Todd explained that each setting could be a new "gallery" on her site. He would try to get ten galleries shot today and ten more next weeks. Then he would have enough shots to put her site up. "And of course, we won't use any of the pictures that might accidentally show too much, or if she is obviously too wet. I like to have a hundred usable pictures from each costume set, even if I have to take two hundred or more. I only post about fifty or sixty of each new outfit or pair of panties." He scratched his chin; smiled, and continued, "Since she seems to get wet so quickly, we'll have to feature more panties that have cotton crotch liners. The dark colors will show wetness sooner. But ..." He clicked his fingers, "That could be her signature - tell-tale wetness. Yes, as part of each photo set, we'll have at least a few shots that allow our members to see a wet spot developing!"
"I would like that." I said.
We went inside. Kimmy was wearing a party dress with white tights. The dress was blue, short, and frilly - and trimmed with white lace. The black flats made her legs look skinny under the fluffy, lacy dress. The hem was right at the tops of her legs, which made her long, thin legs look even longer.
About sixty poses later, Shelia unfastened the back of the dress and we took more pictures until she was wearing only the tights, training bra, and shoes. She didn't have panties on under the tights, but, depending on the light, we couldn't see her crack. Therefore we would be able to use most of those pictures. As she continued to pose, assuming all kinds of positions, her tights crept down. She laid on her back on a big, fluffy bath towel on the coffee table with her legs spread wide, looking right into the camera. The thin tights were thicker than pantyhose, but with several inches below her pussy, we could now see her pussy through the white tights.
Todd whispered to me, "I'm not sure how many of these we'll be able to use on her site, Eric, but this is a nice set of pictures."
Todd had her get on her hands and knees, then elbows and knees as he took pictures from the front, side and behind her. To finish the set, Kimmy laid on her tummy on the towel - legs together, then apart.
Shelia put the dress back on her and we got pictures as Kimmy took off the tights. We and the viewers could see that she wasn't wearing panties as she posed on her tummy slowly kicking her feet back and forth almost kicking herself in the behind. She thought that was funny. Todd got some side shots of Kimmy's bare bottom from a side angle.
We had video cameras recording our whole recording session and sometimes repositioned them so that our own private videos would catch all the action.
Shelia gave Kimmy a pair of white thong panties for more poses. When she was on her hands and knees, we could see the light brown wrinkles of her anus radiating on either side of the thong. The thong was about the width of a shoelace and Kimmy's anus was slightly bigger than a dime. I don't know if Todd will post those pictures or not, but I had seen similar photos on pictureview.
The next outfit was a short skirt and loose blouse with ankle socks and the black flats again. She clowned around while posing and undressing for Todd's camera, even riding the horsy on the side of Sheila's stuffed couch. Kimmy was being a great model - so playful and creative - lots of facial expressions. She assumed so many different open-legged poses for us, including some of the positions she had practiced last night alone in her bedroom. The wet spot grew after the horsy ride on the edge of the couch, and was especially visible on the pink satin panties. We took some shots down her blouse as she leaned forward. I'm not absolutely certain that she knew we could see her breasts, but she didn't let on, and just held still while we took pictures in different poses.
Next came the sheer, white nightgown. Todd said, "I wish she had a rosy bottom for these shots."
Shelia said, "Maybe a few light spankings would give her buns some color."
"Umm." Kimmy looked uncertain, already self conscious in the ultra sheer nightie.
"We won't spank hard, Kimmy. You tell us if it's too hard. Probably just ten on each side. We'll be spank easy; and then we'll get some great shots."
"Well, OK. But not too hard." She bent over.
I laughed and hugged her, walking her over to the couch. "Lay down across my lap, Kimmy. I'll spank you. Sometimes I'll massage your bottom so there won't be any sting left."
She laid across my lap and Todd set up one of the video cameras behind her feet. I parted her legs and spanked playfully several times with my bare hand. I felt the sheer panties between her legs and scooted her legs wider apart. "Lift up your bottom, Kimmy. I won't spank too hard."
She lifted her bottom. "I'll spank you a few times and then rub you so it won't sting, OK?"
I gave her several medium spanks. She squirmed but didn't say anything.
She lifted her bottom and I massaged her bottom and thighs. "This will take the sting away, and make it feel good."
After the next few spanks she raised her hips, parting her legs at the same time. As I massaged her bottom my fingers strayed down to her pussy.
Another five spanks and her bottom was getting redder. Kimmy's panties were getting noticeably wetter as I rubbed her. She moved her hips as I massaged her, and said, "Ow! I think it's getting redder, Eric."
Todd said she was probably rosy enough for the next pictures. I asked Kimmy if she thought one more set of spankings would help.
"Maybe a few more. Then my bottom will be rosy red for your pictures."
"Six more." Shelia said. "That would be perfect."
I gave her six more, harder than before. I delayed between smacks, making her wait. After the sixth one, her hips shot up and she opened her legs wider. I rubbed her pussy through the wet panties with only a little bit of bottom caressing.
Her bottom was rosy red, and Todd took another thirty pictures.
Shelia suggested a panty change. She led Kimmy to the side of the room and helped her off with the panties. We pretended not to look, as Eric put a new memory card in his camera.
"Let me dry you off, Kimmy." Sheila said softly, as if she didn't want us to hear her. She wiped off Kimmy's pussy with a warm, damp washcloth and dried it with a towel; then helped her into some fresh, white, ultra-sheer, silk panties - as sheer as the first pair. We could see everything. I knew we would only be able to use a few photos from this set for the website.
Kimmy was a natural tease and liked to see how much she could reveal, without showing everything. I don't think she was aware of how transparent these panties were, though, or she wouldn't have done certain poses.
"Now she looks pale in front, Eric." Todd said, after two dozen pictures.
"OK. Kimmy, I'll give you a light front spanking. Just enough so your front is rosy, too. It won't hurt." I positioned her with some reluctance on her part.
"Front spankings?" She asked
"Yes. It's your tan lines from your swim suit, Kimmy. It makes your bottom and your umm... front area, look real pale if you're modeling white panties. We often have to give front spankings to our blond models. Don't worry. I won't spank hard." I smiled at her.
I got her positioned on her back on the couch, holding her knees with legs wide apart.
I knelt in front of her with a ruler. Her pussy was as pale as her pretty ass. "Not hard spankings, Kimmy. I'll just tap you. See?" I gave her several light taps with the ruler on top of her full, pubic mound. "This doesn't hurt, does it?"
"No. Just kind of tingles a little bit." She said. "It's kind of embarrassing, too, but at least I have panties on."
I kept tapping all around her pussy and on each of her fat, juicy lips. We could see her clitoral ridge down the center between her two full lips. I tapped it, too, and kept tapping continuously all over her pussy. As I began to tap harder she twitched and closed her legs slightly whenever I hit directly on her clit, but then she opened them again. "That's right, Kimmy. Open back up right away. I have to pat you lots of time to get your skin a little rosy. Just say 'rub' if you need me to rub it for you. Keep wide open. I have to spank the whole panty area in front."
I gave her a dozen quick spanks, mostly on her clit and on the center of her pubic mound.
"Rub." She said, sounding out of breath.
I rubbed her pussy for a moment. Todd was standing behind my shoulder, getting a video. I began tapping again, faster and harder. She twitched frequently but opened back up right away. "Keep it wide open, Kimmy. Good girl. This will be nice and rosy for the pictures."
"Rub!" she said.
I rubbed again. "Ready for pictures now, Kimmy, or maybe make it a little more rosy?"
"Maybe a little more." She said. "I'll try to hold open for you. I think I closed too much when you tapped me before." She had a hand on each of her knees, holding her legs wide open as she leaned back against the center of the couch with her hips on the front edge, so she was laying back.
"Good girl, Kimmy. You're turning in to an excellent, young model." Said Sheila, watching closely.
"I'll give you ten more nice pats with lots of little ones. Keep your eyes closed and your legs open. You can count the hard ones until we get to ten. Don't count the little pats. They don't count." Then I laughed, "And if you lose count, I'll have to start over. You'll be able to tell the harder ones, and then open up again real fast. Ready?"
I began tapping lightly and quickly all over her pussy. Her panties were quite wet now, and very transparent. Then I gave her a harder one right on her clit. She twitched closed, but opened again as she said, "One!"
I kept up the tapping, so that she wouldn't know when the next hard one was coming. Her pussy was developing a red glow to it, and the panties were wet as if I had poured baby oil all over them. She missed number eight and I had to start over. By the time we got to ten, Kimmy was panting and squirming.
"Rub it." She said in a rather hoarse voice.
Then Todd took more pictures while she was wearing the soaking wet, sheer panties. She posed in several sultry poses, looking right into the camera.
As she stood with feet apart, looking into the camera, we could all see that her nipples were erect. Sheila said, "Kimmy, remember what I told you in the dressing room about making your breasts look more grown up. Do that for just a second, then we'll take a few more pictures."
Kimmy pinched her nipples and twisted slightly - rubbing the sheer fabric over her sensitive buds. "Like this?" She looked at Sheila.
"Yes. That's better. Then your perky breasts will show up better in the natural light."
I had her get on her hands and knees. Todd took several shots, including one from the side in which we could see her erect nipples on those small mounds through the arm hole of the nightie. "Excellent." I said. "Hold still a minute while I adjust your panties."
She stayed on her hands and knees with her knees wide apart. I pushed down on her shoulders and she lowered herself down on her elbows. I knelt behind her and said, "I just need to adjust your panties, Kimmy." I pulled the silky - and very wet - panties over to one side to show Todd and Sheila how wet she was. With my left hand inside the right leg hole of her panties I put both hands on her rosy, red ass and pulled her cheeks apart. "I'm just adjusting your panties, Kimmy. Hold still. That's a good girl." I pulled her open and let her firm ass close and then pulled her open again. She wasn't fighting me, but let her ass open for us.
Sheila said, "Yes, I think these panties are adjusted now, Eric. She has such a pretty, firm little bottom. Nice and rosy now." She reached her hand forward and put a finger and thumb on either side of Kimmy's wet clitoral ridge. "I have a perfect pair of panties, Eric. It will just cover this center section here." She began rubbing her thumb and finger up and down Kimmy's ridge. "Kimmy is getting to be a big girl, and her ... umm ... center is developing nicely." She continued her gentle stroking while I held Kimmy's ass and pussy wide open.
Sheila said, "This doesn't hurt, does it, Kimmy? I think I know which panties to get next."
"No." she said, speaking almost in a whisper, like Sheila's soft voice.
"It feels a little stiff and swollen. A pretty pink color. Maybe from the light spankings Eric gave you. But I have some special panties for you to model. Then your site will get lots of new members. Men and women will want to see as much of you as possible. But don't worry. We won't let anybody see everything. I'll get those panties. Just hold still now." She had been stroking the whole time she was talking.
Sheila arrived with the new panties - thongs with a triangle in front about the size of an eye patch. The small blue triangle would only cover the crack of her pussy, but both lips and most of her pubic mound would be visible. Sheila took her to the side of the room and helped her into the panties.
Todd got twenty quick pictures as Kimmy walked and posed - standing front, side, and back. Then another twenty sitting and hands and knees.
Then Sheila positioned her on her back with her legs apart and adjusted the panties. It was such a hot pose because we could see the sides of her lips and most of her pubic mound, but not her pussy crack. In some of the poses we could tell the blue patch was getting wet. As she laid on her back, propped up on her elbows, looking at the camera, with her legs apart, we could also see a bump between those full lips. A bump that could only be her stiff clit. She was still wearing the nightie top, open at the waist, but the sheer material covered her breasts with tell-tale bumps highlighting her nipples. Her nipples and clit were highlighted by the flimsy material as Kimmy looked right into the camera, a teasing smile on her eleven year old face.
"Let me get the next nightie for her. It will work nicely with these panties." Sheila said, and went to get a new nightgown - this time pink. Sheila changed the nightie right in front of us, since she still had the panties on. Kimmy's chest was flushed. We did another photo shoot in a different part of the living room.
Todd suggested we do the next night gown scene in the bedroom. I got both her bottom and her pussy red again with a few more spankings, and a nice, long rub. She was moving her hips as I rubbed, holding them nice and high for easy access.
After twenty poses, with probably no usable ones, I suggested a break.
I said, "I bet you're getting tired, Kimmy. Maybe I should help you with a quick nap while Sheila fixes dinner. We can do the next photo shoot after dinner. Are you getting sleepy?"
Sheila left the room with Todd. Todd flipped off the ceiling lights as he left. The room was still light because there was still another hour until sundown, and Sheila's curtains were pulled back. I heard Sheila turn on her stereo with more new age music.
I said, "You can have a quick, peaceful nap, Kimmy, and then you'll be more relaxed and limber. I think maybe you're getting too excited again from all this modeling. A nap will calm you down. Just another hour of pictures after dinner and we'll be all done for today. Would you like another nap?" I was massaging her pussy through the pink, wet panties.
"Well, I do feel pretty sleepy." She was lying on the bed.
"When you get up, we'll put on fresh panties and a new outfit."
"Are you going to hypnotize me again, Eric. I really fell asleep fast in the car when you hypnotized me. I don't remember anything about my nap." She was looking over at the window.
"Yes, I'll stay here with you, Kimmy, and I'll hypnotize you again. It does help you sleep better. Want to take a little nap now?" I asked in my soft, hypnotist voice.
"OK." She said softly.
I stood her up and pulled the quilt cover off the bed. I quickly pulled the sheet out at the foot of the bed and folded the end of it three times making a six inch cuff. I tucked the sides in tightly - similar to the old 'short sheeting' joke we used to play in college. I moved the pillows to the center of the bed and positioned her so that her knees were over the foot of the bed. She wondered what I was doing, but was very compliant. I picked her feet up and tucked them in the folded sheet that she was now lying back on. Her head was on the pillows and her heels were close to her bottom. I said, "By tucking the sheet in this way, it will keep your feet from sliding forward, keeping your knees bent, so you can let your knees fall open as you go to sleep - just like you did in the car, although you don't remember that."
I folded the quilt and put it next to one knee, and stacked two throw pillows beside her other knee. She smiled. "Oh, I see." She laid back so her head was on the pillows.
I put a bath towel over her tummy and chest like a little blanket. I unfastened the front of her nightie. "This way you'll be more comfortable, Kimmy, if the nightie is loose."
I reminded her to close her eyes. "You can put this little towel over your eyes, Kimmy, if that would help you relax and sleep for a few minutes. I'm going to hypnotize you now. You won't remember this nap." She took the towel and put it over her eyes, getting comfortable. The soles of her feet were touching each other and her knees rested outwards on the quilt and the pillows. She looked so comfortable.
I began talking in a monotone. "You are going to sleep, Kimmy. When you wake up you will be refreshed and limber. You won't remember this nap at all. Go to sleep now. Keep your eyes closed. You can make little noises in your sleep if you are dreaming."
I knelt at the foot of the bed and began stroking her thighs. They were so firm. As I talked I moved the towel up to her tummy exposing her wet pussy in the sheer, silky panties, just inches from my face. I moved her feet apart so I could rest my elbows on the bed as I massaged her thighs and pussy.
A few minutes later Todd came in quietly with a video camera on a tripod. Sheila came back in with one of the small, digital cameras. Todd started the camera and knelt beside me. He whispered, "She is so pretty, Eric. A great model. So sexy." I kept talking the whole time, even while Eric talked to me.
I held out my hands for a scissors, like in the doctor movies. Todd pulled a little pair out of his shirt pocket, and I snipped the thong, just below the triangle of material. The triangle flipped up, and the thong disappeared behind Kimmy's back.
Now I could see that she was getting a few longer, fine, blond pubic hairs at the top of her crack. With her knees open the way they were, I could see her clit and the undeveloped inner labia - so tiny and pink. The clit was wet and beginning to swell with my touches.
I kept talking in my monotone as I put a finger at the opening of her vagina. Sheila whispered, "Let me get a close up. Are you sure she is sound asleep?"
"Oh yes, a very deep sleep. She can't hear us, but she might be dreaming. She knows that if she is dreaming she will probably make little noises in her sleep. Very natural." I pushed my finger in slowly. She was so wet that is slid all the way in. I still had to push hard because she was so tight.
"Such a pretty girl." Whispered Sheila. "She is so sexy, Eric. She will be a wonderful model."
I let each of them have a turn fingering Kimmy's vagina. Our little model was dreaming louder now, saying, "Unnn." Each time one of us pushed a finger in. And she was squirming in her sleep, moving her hips in circles.
Sheila especially liked playing with Kimmy's clit - sliding up one side and down the other. Kimmy began dreaming louder. I began fingering faster while Sheila tickled her clit.
With a loud, "Ohhh," Kimmy jerked her knees together and raised her hips. "Uuuuu." I felt her spasms on my finger and kept it pushed in until they subsided. Sheila let go and backed off. I pulled out my finger, but held her open with one hand on each skinny, eleven year old thigh. Todd had the camera zoomed in on Kimmy's open pussy. We watched about one fourth of a teaspoon of white, creamy liquid ooze out of Kimmy's vagina.
Todd took the camera back out to the living room, and Sheila went back to the kitchen. I held Kimmy in my arms and scooted her up in the bed and covered her with the quilt. I closed the door as I left the room.
I went back in fifteen minutes later and laid down beside her. I rolled her onto her back and kissed her lips. "Almost time to get up, Sweetie. Did you have a good nap? I heard you dreaming. That's how I knew you were sound asleep."
She didn't say anything so I kissed her again. I said, "Remember what Monica said, 'Kiss him like you mean it.'" Then I kissed her again and she kissed back. It was awkward, so I showed her how to part her lips. "Just open your mouth a little bit and I'll flick my tongue across your lips, Kimmy. We could practice a few minutes. It's not time for dinner yet."
"Lay back and I'll rub your tummy and kiss you. Just relax." I began kissing her - mostly on her lips, but also on the side of her neck. I caressed her tummy and chest, gently massaging her bare breasts. Then I just held her. She was so precious.
Kimmy backed up against me. I could have fallen asleep next to her, but Sheila knocked on the door.
When Kimmy climbed off the bed she said, "Oh, I think the panties broke, Eric."
I kissed her again, and helped her into some other panties. We put her T-shirt on over the nightie.
Kimmy was blushing brightly as we walked into the kitchen eating area. She said, "Boy, I really fell asleep. Sorry. Eric hypnotized me and I fall right to sleep and don't remember anything."
Sheila smiled. "She'll be a great model, Eric. Picks up things so fast!"
We had a nice dinner and did three more quick photo shoots after dinner.
After the sessions Todd had a beer, Sheila had a glass of wine, and Kimmy and I had pop while we sat in the living room to relax a little bit.
Kimmy kept asking about next weekend when there would be another little girl model with us.
Todd said, "Well, Kimmy, we want to have lots of pictures of you that show your panties on your website, so sometimes it's good to have another model with you - to pretend you're having a slumber party, to clown around and have pillow fights, to undress each other and trade clothes, things like that."
Sheila said, "And you'll have to kiss each other while you're kidding around. Sometimes hugs and kisses. Just playing, like maybe even pretend one of you is a boy and you have to practice kissing."
"Oh." Kimmy blushed. "Really?"
"Yes, really." I laughed. "That's partly why we want to practice kissing with you. You'll do fine. Don't worry about it."
"It's OK to kiss another girl, Kimmy." Sheila said, more serious now.
"Oh, I know that, Sheila." She said, sounding grown-up.
"So you'll kiss her as part of modeling for your website?" Asked Todd. "Because to have a website you have to follow directions, even if you don't want to do something. You know we won't ask you to do anything bad."
"Oh, I know. Sure I'll kiss her. I mean it's just playing around, and I have to do it, don't I? And it's so I can be a model. I'll kiss her. Is she cute? What's her name? Does she want to kiss me?"
We all laughed, wondering if the flood of questions would subside anytime soon. Sheila came over to sit beside Kimmy and me on the couch. "Yes, she's cute, but she's shy, too, so you might have to kiss her first. Will you do that, Kimmy? Can you be real nice to her?"
"Sure. I was nervous, too, when I first started." She said, "I'll be nice, and I'll kiss her when you say so."
"That's good, Sweetie." Said Sheila, putting her hand on Kimmy's leg. "And when you clown around and undress each other, be slow and cheerful and tell her how cute she is."
"Oh sure." Said Kimmy, one of us now.
"And you might have to teach her how to kiss, you know, so she will open her lips a little bit so you can flick your tongue across her lips."
"Oh. Well. I mean I'll kiss her, but I'm not sure what you mean, Sheila."
Sheila lit up, and not from the wine. "I could show you, Kimmy. Teach you if you want."
"Yes. That would be good. I want to do it right, like you said."
"I'll sit in a chair and you stand between my knees. Then I'll pretend I'm younger and the new model and you kiss me. On my cheek, on my neck, and on my lips. Just nice kisses at first, and then hotter kisses when she gets used to you. I'll pretend I'm the little girl, and you can be the big girl. This is like acting lessons. Want to practice with me?"
"OK." Kimmy was excited. "Sure. I want to learn."
Sheila brought in a kitchen chair. Todd still had a camera on a tripod, and flicked it on, aimed at the chair. He held his digital camera in his hands.
Sheila sat on the kitchen chair in the center of the living room and Kimmy stood between her knees. Now Kimmy's head was several inches above Sheila's and they began practicing. Kimmy gave her pecks on her cheek, kisses on her neck, and then on her lips. They kept practicing. Sheila kept telling her she was doing great.
Soon Kimmy was hugging and kissing Sheila, while Sheila's hands were all over Kimmy's back - from her knees to her neck - while they practiced kissing.
"I'm getting pretty good, aren't I, Sheila?" Kimmy was smiling.
So was Sheila.
Sheila said, "Another thing you will do is undress each other. Just down to your panties and bras, and then jump on the bed. Maybe we should practice that?"
"Sure." Said an excited Kimmy.
"We have to leave in a little bit." I reminded them.
"Oh, let us practice for ten minutes, Eric." Sheila said. I let you use my house. We'll just practice kissing, and undressing each other. I have other outfits for Kimmy, and lots of clothes for me. Then Kimmy will do a better job training the new girl next week." She looked at me.
"We really need to get back." I said.
"Please, Eric. Please?" Kimmy asked, almost jumping up and down with excitement.
"Well, OK. Just ten minutes."
"This will be just us girls, Kimmy." Sheila said as she stood with a smile. "You boys wait out here while we have a quick slumber party." She picked up the video camera and tripod. "I've got a blank tape in my bedroom. This tape is just for me." A 'no-questions-asked' look on her face. She also looked around the house quickly - reminding us that she let us use her house for our studio.
I gave her a warning look, not to do anything overtly naughty with Kimmy. Sheila winked, knowing what I meant.
Sheila and Kimmy walked hand-in-hand back to the bedroom. Both were happy and almost skipping. Sheila was telling Kimmy that she was getting so big and sexy and that maybe they could use her more often if she knew how to train the new girls.
Todd and I looked at each other and laughed.
"I hope she doesn't go too far." I said.
"She won't. They will just be playing dress-up as far as Kimmy knows. Don't worry about her, Eric. She's safe."
We heard periods of laughter and then silence, followed my more laughter. I heard a crash and wondered what happened - like somebody jumped off the bed and knocked over a lamp or something. Then we heard peals of laughter coming down the hall.
Twenty minutes later they came back into the living room, still both grinning. Kimmy said, "Sheila said I did great, Eric, and that I'm learning real fast. We both changed outfits twice, and we were fast, weren't we. I even changed Sheila! And we practiced lots of kissing. I couldn't get some of her things unfastened, so she helped me, but she said the other model won't be wearing things with snaps like that." Kimmy was talking fast. It almost sounded like she was giggling at the same time her words were coming out.
I laughed and said, "Did you even change each other's underwear?"
"Yes, but that's our secret, Eric." Kimmy said, which made me doubt her ability to keep secrets.
Kimmy asked Todd about the new girl again, but he didn't give any straight answers. Suddenly Kimmy stopped talking. I could see she was concerned about something. She asked, "Well, umm, will you give me a nap, Eric?"
"Will I be by myself for a nap? Is the new girl going to take a nap, too?"
Todd said, "She won't be here for the first couple of hours. She'll come with one of the other photographers after we have an early dinner next Saturday. You'll do some modeling first, maybe even come up earlier. Then you'll take a nap. We'll have dinner, and then the other photographers will come with the new model."
"Other photographers?" Kimmy looked worried.
Todd, Sheila, and I all started laughing. I said, "Kimmy, Honey, if you want to be a model, you'll have to get used to having other photographers sometimes. You know they will see your panties. Just remember that your panties are like a swim suit just like Monica said. And hundreds of people have seen you in your swimming suit. Right?"
"Oh." She smiled.
Todd said, "I'll have an exotic leather outfit for you next week, Kimmy. A special assignment for a biker fashions magazine in Europe. I think you'll like the unique clothing."
"Like what, Todd. What does it look like?"
"You'll get to see next week, Kimmy." I said and took her hand. I had a bag of clothes in my other hand.
Sheila and Todd both kissed her good-bye. She gave Sheila an embarrassingly long kiss, and I could see that Kimmy was tonguing her, proving that she remembered her lessons. I stifled a smile.
As we pulled out of the driveway, Kimmy said, "Sheila shaves, Eric. It looks bald like mine. We compared them. But hers is kind of like sandpaper. She says mine is lots smoother."
Then I talked to her again about secrecy; what she could share, especially since she was so excited, and the things she shouldn't share with anybody outside of our little photo group.
I hope she remembers what I said.
And I can hardly wait until next Saturday!
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