Standard disclaimer—this story takes place in a world where STDs don't exist and only babies planned for and wanted do—in other words, a fantasy world. Any resemblance to real-life people is purely coincidental.
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Natalie pulled into the Nelsons' yard mid-morning on Friday, well after the trucks had left for their jobsites. The normally outgoing woman seemed to avoid eye contact with Gwen, mumbling a 'g'morning" as they hugged before she ducked around the vehicle to the passenger side, making it clear she preferred her sister-in-law to do the driving that morning. Gwen smiled in acknowledgement, climbed in through the still-open driver's door, and buckled up.
Natalie stared straight ahead, knee bouncing in a steady rhythm as Gwen accelerated down the two-lane road. "So, I'm guessing Tim knows where we're going?"
"Yes," Gwen answered truthfully. "I didn't feel right about not telling him the truth about this."
"No, I suppose not...he doesn't think I'm a bad person, does he?"
"Of course not! He said he thought you were very brave, and that you had the looks for it."
"He's sweet. I felt a lot braver when I first said yes...and I'm not sure I was thinking straight when I agreed to do this."
"You'll be fine. I'm sure Barry won't ask for anything you're not comfortable with."
Natalie laughed. "That remains to be seen. It's one thing to get a little naughty in front of friends and the occasional passerby. It's another to have it captured on film for a stranger paying for the privilege."
"Did he give you any idea who it is that commissioned these?"
"All he would say is some guy who made a lot of money in oil and wants something special to liven up the walls of the game room in his ski lodge."
"Well, did Barry give you any idea what, uh, how, how he's going to ask you to pose?"
"Not really. All he said is that it would most likely be along the same lines as the session Liz did for him a little while back."
"And how was that?"
Natalie looked over at her sister-in-law and smiled bashfully. "Oh, that's right. You never saw those, did you? I was there when they were being taken, kinda like why I asked you to come today. It was her and an African man—I forget his name now. I do remember he was very tall and very thin, taller than Liz, and his skin was every bit as dark as hers is pale. Barry said he was looking for some synchronicity in their body types that would be contrasted by their skin color...anyways, he had them showing way more than enough to make his point very clearly. They both started out naked, and he put them in some really suggestive poses. Artfully done, of course, not like a porno mag shoot or anything, but still...man, it looked like they were doing each other without actually doing it, know what I mean? Liz swore the guy never got his dick inside of her, though. I'm sure he would have liked to. That man was hung! His cock was hard even before she dropped her robe, and was huge by the end! He was leaking pretty good after a while and Sandra had to keep drying him off, not that she minded, I'm sure. If she had kept at it a little longer she would have had needed a mop to clean up. I'm sure he jacked off when he was getting dressed just to get it back in his pants."
"Oh, my," Gwen breathed as she tried to concentrate on the road. "I guess that is pretty explicit. Still, you'll be posing with your best friend, not some stranger. Does Barry know that you and Liz, are, uh, you and Liz are close?"
Natalie laughed. "Uh-huh. When he asked her about doing a shoot with another woman, she told him she wanted me. He told her what he was thinking of and why that might be a problem, and she let him in on the secret."
"Well, being with a friend makes it better, right?"
Natalie put her hand on Gwen's shoulder. "It's always better when you're with friends. But on camera...I'm not so sure about this yet. I just wish I had rubbed one out before I said yes to Barry, rather than after. This seemed like a much better idea when I was horny."
"It'll be fine," Gwen again reassured her, not convinced herself. "You'll be great. I'll bet you and Liz will forget the camera's even there." And maybe we'll watch you" rub one out" on the way home, like you did last time, the Slut suggested.
"That's going to be hard to ignore, if Liz's first shoot is any indication," Natalie laughed. "You know how Barry is about getting in the middle of things to make sure every shot is just the way he wants it. He actually reached in a couple of times and repositioned the guy's cock at Liz's shoot. Didn't seem to bother him a bit. Made the guy kinda jumpy, though."
The SUV grew quiet save for the hum of the tires on the pavement, each woman lost in their thoughts. "Adam called me last Saturday," Gwen finally said in a quiet conversational tone.
"Yeah, I know. He said he was going to. He thought it was a nice thing for you to do, come along with me like this. I think he also wanted to clear the air. He knows you 're a by-the-rules kind of person and might have been stressing about things."
No, nothing to stress about here, the Lady harrumphed. Except your family and friends and reputation if they find out just how far you've sunk. "Well, that's nice of him. But going with you is no problem, really. It will be nice to see you take your clothes off." Gwen's hand flew to her mouth, shocked by what she had said. "Oh—oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like it came out! I meant instead of me! Like the last time we did this!"
Natalie laughed. "No problem. I think I know what you meant, but if not, I'm very flattered."
Gwen lowered her voice. "Adam also strongly suggested I not let our parents know about...well, just how close we've become."
Her sister-in-law laughed again. "Well, duh! Your brother can be a regular Captain Obvious sometimes. They'd probably think I was doing it just to embarrass them in front of the town's elite."
"It makes me feel better that he knows," Gwen continued on. "I just always kind of hoped he did, but was too scared to ask."
"Oh, I told him you and I had talked that one day," Natalie said breezily. "Don't worry, no details, but enough to give him a general idea that his sister might be showing some cracks in her ultra-conservatism. And then I let him know we were helping each other out with our grooming, and that I gave you some toys...once he recovered from the shock, he put his hands over his ears and said he didn't want to know the details, just to keep it between us!"
The rest of the ride passed quietly, Natalie's knee bouncing steadily the whole way. The GPS eventually led them to the house where Gwen had reviewed her photos that summer.
"Natalie! Gwen!" Barry McCall cried from the gravel path by the side of the house as they exited the SUV. "Glad you could make it! C'mon in!" Both women were bear-hugged, then led to the studio out back and invited to step inside. The photographer quickly ushered them through the small lobby and into the large open space beyond. The bedroom stage Gwen had remembered from her last visit was gone, replaced by a towering gray backdrop of fabric. A low wooden bench sat on the flagstone floor before it, the dark wood with scrolled ends reminding Gwen of some sort of ancient altar. Off to the left, a young man was fiddling with a tripod-mounted video camera, while beyond him sat several director chairs. Liz, wrapped in a fluffy white robe occupied one. The statuesque redhead put down the glass of wine she held and she made her way to the late-arrivers. Natalie and her friend embraced, and Gwen was surprised to receive a surprisingly firm and lengthy hug as well.
"Glad you showed," she said to the newcomers. "I've been here for almost an hour. I was afraid you were going to chicken out."
"We're ten minutes early, despite my driver's cautious ways," Natalie retorted with a smile and a glance at her sister-in-law.
"Better to get here in one piece," Gwen mumbled in self-defense.
"Liz, we'll need to touch up your—" Sandra came bustling out of a room off to the side and stopped short. "Natalie! You made it!" She hurried to add her hugs to the new arrivals. "Liz has already gone through makeup, so it's your turn when you're ready. Would you like a little something to eat or drink, dear? I've got some things in the other room. "
"Don't think I could keep food down at the moment," Natalie confessed as she motioned to the wineglass Liz had retrieved. "But I will have what's she's having."
"Of course! C'mon in and I'll get you a glass, then we can get started. Don't worry, you'll be great! Gwen, would you like something? We have plenty."
"I, uhh, maybe a soda or something..."
"Right this way, then." Sandra took the younger blonde by the arm and led her away, Gwen trailing uncertainly behind.
"Alright, honey, why don't you take your top off and sit in the chair while I get your wine. We'll get your hair done, face painted up and work our way down. Natalie did as she was asked, pulling her t-shirt over her head and revealing the lacy white bra beneath. She sat in the stylist' chair and gratefully took the glass Sandra handed to her. "Sorry about the manicure," she said apologetically as she held out her hand. "Nursing and long nails don't mix."
The older woman plopped down on a nearby rolling stool and positioned herself between her makeup table and her subject. "Don't you worry about a thing," Sandra reassured her, glancing at the outstretched fingers. "A little nail polish and they'll be fine. We'll get to them in a little bit." She worked quickly, applying eyeliner and rouge, carefully softening the sheen of the nervous woman's skin while Gwen stood by and watched . After a vibrant shade of red lipstick, was applied, Sandra rolled back a bit and looked at her work.
"I think we're close to what Barry's looking for," she pronounced. "We'll have him take a look at the whole package once we're done and let him decide if any final touch ups are necessary." Natalie's hands were grabbed firmly and the offending nails examined before being covered with a polish that matched the lipstick in intensity. "Alright, stand up and turn around. Those nails are still drying, so let me take your bra off for you. " Natalie flashed Gwen an embarrassed smile while the stylist reached up and unsnapped the younger woman's support. The thrill of seeing her sister-in-law unveiled fought with Gwen's shame in looking in the first place. "Alright, turn back around. Let's see if the girls need any attention."
