"Does Abby let you take her picture?"
Kelsey was sprawled on her bed, face down. Richie was in close, clicking away at his camera's shutter, capturing close-ups, artistic nudes he was hoping to use for his photography class at school.
"You mean...like this?" he asked. "No."
"Have you asked her?"
"No."
Richie was working an angle he liked, a nearly abstract composition of the curve leading from Kelsey's lower back up onto her buttock, with just a hint of the upper part of her ass crack.
"She might like it, you know," Kelsey said. "She likes showin' off. It's that dancer in her."
Richie took a few more shots, with subtly different angles, and then he looked for a new spot on Kelsey's curvy body to shoot.
"How about bikinis?" Kelsey asked. "I bet she looks totally super cute in one. I could ask Koop. We could do some Jeep shots with two girls, or he could alternate us or something."
"For the website?" Richie asked. "No, I'm sure she wouldn't wanna."
"Richie, that's not the way you get things to happen. You gotta ask her. You gotta sell it."
Richie had to admit it was an enticing idea. He straddled Kelsey's legs on his knees, bending in low to get some shots of the rounded tops of her buttocks, being careful to leave out the little asshole peaking at him.
"I'll ask her, but...I doubt it."
—
Three days later Richie and the two girls were at Koop's shop. Happy was there, working as usual. Abby was nervous but excited. She used to dream about modeling, as many young girls do, but other than a publicity shoot for a ballet recital years ago, she'd never been given the opportunity.
There was only one Jeep to shoot that day. It was gloomy and chilly outside, so Koop had it inside the shop and had clicked on the furnace to warm the place up for the girls.
"Your shop's cool," Abby said, as she looked around at all the projects and interesting old parts. "My dad's into cars. He's got a Factory Five Cobra that we built from a kit. We put a 427 side-oiler in it. He's building a rat rod now, out of a rusty old DeSoto Airflow he found."
Koop was surprised by the cute eighteen-year-old's knowledge. "You help him work on them?"
"Yeah. Ever since I was little. I haven't helped too much on the DeSoto yet. I've been busy with school."
"Abby, that's so cool!" Kelsey said. "I didn't know you were into cars!"
"Yeah. I love your Jeep," Abby said.
"I'll let you drive it!" Kelsey said.
Abby smiled her adorable smile. She looked relaxed, but Richie looked uncomfortable. It was the first time he'd seen Koop since the two of them took on Erin, Barbara and Kelsey down in Kelsey's basement. The photo shoot that day had devolved into a wild orgy, the first time Richie and Koop had seen each other like that. They were a solid team by the end of the day, doing all they could to satisfy the three horny women, but it was still awkward seeing each other again, with Koop being Richie's neighbor and knowing his parents and all.
"Let's get changed, Honey," Kelsey said, leading Abby away by the hand.
"You change right here?" Abby asked, looking around at Koop's front office. The big window gave anyone driving by a clear view inside.
Kelsey was already unbuttoning her shirt, letting her big tits out into the daylight. "Yeah, there's not many cars. What did you bring for suits? Got a thin one that shows your nips?"
"Yeah, but I always liked the ones with a little padding. I'm so small, you know?"
"We'll try both. You shouldn't ever worry about bein' small, Honey. One thing I learned at Tucker's — there's a guy for every girl. Some guys like big tits, some guys like small tits. And anyway, an ass guy is gonna wanna look at yours all day, and all guys are ass guys."
Abby smiled. She loved Kelsey's confidence, and her no-nonsense way of looking at the world. The sprightly redhead had quickly become a big roll model for Abby.
"Which one are you wearing first?" Abby asked. "Should we, like, coordinate colors or anything?"
She watched as Kelsey stripped completely naked in front of the big window. There was virtually no person alive who wouldn't get horny at such a sight, and Abby felt the twinge.
"I don't think it matters, Honey. We're just eye candy."
Kelsey reached into her bag and pulled out a turquoise blue bikini she'd bought that summer. Abby was just starting to disrobe.
"Dump 'em out," Kelsey said. "Let me see."
Abby pulled all her little suits out of her bag and put them on Koop's desk.
"Cute," Kelsey said. "This striped one's hot. Is it cut good for your ass?"
"Yeah," Abby said shyly. She hadn't worn that one much, for that very reason. Her mother didn't like it, and Abby had decided it showed way too much back there, but that was before she met Kelsey.
"That's the one, then," Kelsey said.
She wiggled into the bottom of hers while Abby took off the little bra she'd worn that day.
"What did I tell you about bras, Honey," Kelsey gently scolded. "Put all of them in your bottom drawer and never open it, okay?"
Abby smiled. Her perfect little nipples were hard and adorable. Kelsey smiled sweetly at her. Abby blushed.
"Fuck, I love blushy girls," Kelsey said. She was horny, too, and getting more so by the minute. She wanted to jump her new dancer friend and sixty-nine her on Koop's desk, but she knew the guys were waiting.
"What do you think of the guys?" she asked, watching as Abby put on the black and white striped bikini top. "Koop's sexy, isn't he? Happy is too, in his own way."
"Yeah," Abby said. "They remind me of my dad's friends."
