All characters in this work of fiction are over the age of eighteen.
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Toby King walked up to his front door and stuck his key in the lock, but the door wasn't locked. His mom had left for Utah the night before, and he knew he'd locked it when he left for school. He entered the house slowly and looked around. Nothing was missing, so he headed upstairs. Everything was normal until he got to his moms room. Sprawled out in tight jeans and a tank top was a blonde, she was asleep on her stomach.
He might have stood there and checked her out, if she hadn't been a total stranger. He shook her shoulder and she grumbled. He shook harder and she lifted her head and looked at him through one eye.
"Who...are you...lady?"
"What...who the hell are you?"
"I'm Toby, I live here. You on the other hand don't, so why are you on my mother's bed?"
"My god, Toby...you've really grown."
"So...you are?"
"I'm Sally; I used to live next door to you on Ocean Avenue."
"Wait, Surfer Sally, oh my god, I remember you!"
"You should, I lived next door for three years. I even watched you on occasion."
"So, how did you get in?"
"Your mom told me about the key behind the side gate a few years ago. I sat in my car for a while, but the lady across the street started staring at me so I figured I'd come inside."
"Mom is in Utah until Tuesday for work, some sort of conference."
"Bummer, I was hoping she'd help me find an apartment."
Toby took out his phone and called her. She rambled on for a minute and then he handed the phone to Sally. He went to his room and pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it in the dirty clothes hamper.
"So what, you're seventeen now?"
He turned and she tossed his phone on the bed.
"No, eighteen my birthday was last month."
She started looking at all the pictures on the walls and asked who took them.
"I did, I'm going to college next year to be a photographer."
"So who's she?"
"Just a girl from school..."
"Is she the one?"
"The one, what do you mean?"
"Your first, the one you gave your virginity to."
"Oh, no...I..She's just a friend."
"So, your mom said you'd cater to my every need."
"She did?"
"Well, she said you'd make me comfortable, but right now I'm starving. I'll worry about comfort later."
"You like grilled cheese and ham; I make a pretty mean one."
"Sounds good to me, so your mom said I should stay in her room, so I'm gonna get my bags, ok?"
"Do you need a hand?"
"No but I do need to do some laundry."
She got her bags and sorted her laundry while he made them sandwiches. He showed her the laundry room and watched while she put her underwear in the washer.
"See anything you like?"
"What, no I was just making sure you didn't need help."
"Are you really that up tight Toby? You're eighteen, good looking, except for that haircut, and you stumble over yourself constantly."
"What's wrong with my haircut?"
"You look like someone gave you a swirly."
"A what?"
"Never mind, I should mind my own business."
They sat down to eat at the table and Toby asked where she'd been. She told him she'd been in Australia and New Zealand the last six years, and before that she was in South America.
"So are you going to freak out if I get some sun in the backyard by the pool?"
"No, go right ahead."
"I mean topless in a thong. I've been in planes and cars for the last three days and I'm missing the sun."
"Oh, well I have some homework I need to get finished."
"Maybe you could take some pictures of me, you have a good eye."
"Sure, just let me know when."
"Now, in the backyard."
"You mean..."
"Never mind, I know I'm not young anymore."
He finished his sandwich and put his plate in the dishwasher and then went to his room. She finished her food and then went upstairs to change. She stopped at his door and apologized for being out of line.
"I'm sorry Toby, I lost my sponsor last month, after twelve years, I'm just feeling old I guess."
She went down to the back yard and pulled her shirt off and then adjusted the backrest on the chase lounge. She'd been sunning for about fifteen minutes when she heard the familiar shutter click of an actual 35mm film camera.
"Are you shooting black and white?"
"Yes, I can develop it in my black room."
He zoomed in while he stood behind a small palm, catching her between the branches. He realized her nipples were pierced and he gasped. He walked around the palm and took a few more and then moved to the foot of her lounger and took half a dozen.
"Did...those hurt?"
"Ya, quite a bit actually, but it was a long time ago. I've got a lot of pleasure out of them since then."
She spread her legs until her feet were at the edges and then pulled one ring up until her nipple was stretched almost half an inch. He snapped a few more pictures and then got closer.
"You're sure this is ok Sally?"
"You'll be shooting nudes in school next year, I'd imagine."
"Ya, I think so."
She hooked her fingers in her thong underwear and slipped them down her hips until her smooth hairless pussy was exposed and left them there.
Behind the camera Toby felt safe. As long as he was looking through the lens, it was a different world in front of him. He snapped a few shots of her pussy close up and she pushed her panties the rest of the way down and dropped them on the ground.
"Just so you know, I've done this before, for magazines, and private stuff as well. I even did some work for a photography class when I was younger. You can tell me what you want me to do."
"I'm ok..."
She slid her right foot up the side of her left leg until it reached her knee and then reached down and pulled her inner labia out from between her full lips. They stayed nice and visible when she removed her hands.
"You don't look thirty five Sally."
"No? Well thank you, I've been feeling thirty five lately."
"Could you sit on the ground Indian style and cup your..."
She moved to the warm concrete and did as he asked. He took a few pictures and then he moved her again.
"Are you still nervous Toby?"
"Ya, a little bit."