"Holy shit! We should post videos instead of photos!" Koop said.
Richie chuckled. With the camera held up to his face his mouth was the only thing visible, but it was enough. Kelsey loved the boy's smile. She could judge how hot her pose was by watching it. When it was open and looked amazed, curled up happily at the corners, she knew she was right on the money. Richie's mouth was a good barometer of sexy.
"Jesus," Koop mumbled, mesmerized by how Kelsey's tits moved in the new bikini she had on.
"You like it? It's some kinda new stretchy microfiber stuff," she said. She grabbed a tit with her hand and wiggled it. "I kinda love it."
Richie loved it too, but he didn't really care what Kelsey wore. He was just happy to be the lucky bastard who got to take the pictures. After the first time Kelsey had posed for him he wasn't sure he'd be able to do it again. His mother thought the images were way too sexy for him to be taking. It wasn't just the in-person camera work that bothered her, it was the hours he spent working on them on his computer. But she had to admit, the finished product was good. Richie's father convinced her to let the boy keep at it. It was good experience, he said, which was true.
The second time Kelsey posed at Koop's, Richie's mom stayed and watched instead of just dropping him off. She felt awkward, though, when she realized Kelsey was kind-hearted and polite. Richie was self conscious and had trouble working, so the next time she just dropped him off and let him do his thing.
The new stretchy bikini marked the fourth time they had worked together, and they'd developed a nice rhythm.
"How 'bout this," Kelsey said, squatting next to a Jeep, leaning her back against the big off-road tire. She put her hands on her wide-apart knees and squeezed her tits between her upper arms.
"Nice!" Richie said. The corners of his mouth were curled up happily as he fired off a flurry of shutter clicks.
"That oughta do it," Koop said. "Just the two trucks this time."
Richie hated it when Koop called it quits. He could shoot pictures of Kelsey all day long.
"Come on in when you're packed up, Richie," Koop said, when he walked away. "I've got some money for you."
"How much does he pay you?" Kelsey asked.
"It depends," Richie said. "He gave me two-hundred the first time, because there was lots of pictures. These last few times it was fifty."
Richie looked excited to be making that kind of money for something that was so much fun. Kelsey watched him load up his gear in his well organized camera bag.
"It must be gettin' close to your birthday, huh?" she asked. She felt a little tingle when she saw the look on Richie's face.
"Saturday," he said. He wondered if Kelsey remembered what she'd told him the first day they'd met.
Kelsey remembered. She'd been looking forward to the cute boy's eighteenth birthday. "Looks like we got some partyin' to do," she said. Her tingle grew into a full-body affair, complete with hardening nipples.
Richie didn't know how to respond, so he just smiled shyly as he closed up the compartments of his bag.
"You free Saturday night, or do you have to do family stuff?" Kelsey asked.
"No, I'm free," he said enthusiastically. "My mom's doin' a daytime picnic thing."
"Well then, it looks like you've got a date Saturday night. Should I pick you up, or would that not be good?"
"No, I'll figure something out," Richie said. "Can I meet you somewhere?"
"Sure. You live over by Gambo's Pizza, right? Wanna meet me there?"
"Yeah!" Richie said.
"Your mom'll be mad if you're out late probably, right? How early can we start?"
"Six?" Richie said.
"Oh, cool! That'll give us lots of time. I want you alone first and then I'm gonna introduce you to some of my friends."
Richie's heart was pounding so hard he felt like it was going to burst. He wanted to say thank you, but his lungs were all locked up.
"Give me a hug and go get your money," Kelsey said. Richie embraced her awkwardly. It was the first physical touch between the two of them. Kelsey's soft, warm flesh made him dizzy. He wondered what Saturday would be like. It was over a month ago when Kelsey had told him her plans for his birthday. He'd thought about it so many times he wondered if he was remembering it correctly, or if his mind was just playing tricks on him. The way Richie remembered it, Kelsey promised to bring him to "a party" with her "girlfriends." Supposedly they were "crazy about nice young cocks." It all seemed way too good to be true, but everything about Kelsey seemed that way to Richie. He held the awkward embrace outside Koop's shop as long as he dared. Kelsey smiled at two things — the nice long length of the hug, and the nice lump she could feel swelling in Richie's pants.
"Go, Honey," she said when he finally let go. "I'll see you at six on Saturday."
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"Mom, when you were my age did you ever help any younger boys lose their virginity?"
A little smile overtook Kay's face as she stood in the kitchen. "Sound's like you've got a good story to tell," she said. "I hope he's really eighteen, Honey. Young people don't always tell the truth about that when there's something good on the line."
"Yeah, I've checked it out. I'm not positive he's a virgin, but I get that feeling, you know?"
"Yes, I know," Kay said. Her eyes twinkled as she thought about inexperienced young boys. "To answer your question, yes, there's been quite a few over the years. Your father used to encourage me. He got turned on thinking about me with virgin boys."
"Really? That's so hot!" Kelsey said. "I love learning these things about you and Daddy. So, do I know any of these lucky boys?"
"Yes, you do," Kay said, looking coy. "But I don't like to kiss and tell. I guess Olivia wouldn't mind though. You remember her son Marcus, don't you?"
"Sure," Kelsey said.
"He got home a day early from a camping trip he was on, and he walked in on Larry and me and Olivia and your father. We'd all had a few drinks and were playing in their living room. We were going at it pretty good when he surprised us. Olivia thought he might have had an inkling previous to that, but what he saw kind of overwhelmed him. We didn't know if he was mad, or shocked, or both. We got dressed, of course. He went to his room."
"Wow. Intense, huh?" Kelsey said.
"Yes, none of us knew quite what to do. Of course Olivia went to talk to him, but he was upset. Larry tried, but that didn't go well either. I'd always had a special relationship with him. He's a sweet boy. Do you remember him well?"
"Sure, Mom. What was he, four years ahead of me in school? I thought he was cute, but I was too young for him."
"Anyway, Olivia and Larry asked me if I'd talk to him. He'd just turned eighteen and still didn't have a girlfriend. They were worried that finding us the way he did would confuse him even more about girls. Of course I said I'd try. When they sent me upstairs Olivia said something like, "See if you can draw him out of his shell. We just want him to be happy." I could tell what she really meant from the way she said it and the look in her eyes. I looked at Larry and he nodded at me. Your father winked at me. I felt like I was on a mission."
"Wow," Kelsey said, fascinated by the story.
"I straightened up the clothes I'd just put on," Kay said. "It was just a sexy little dress with no undies. Do you remember the little white one with the blue stripes? I think I still have it here somewhere." She thought about it for a moment and continued. "I remember my heart pounding when I went up the stairs. After seeing me with his father the way he did I didn't know if he'd even want to talk to me."
