This is related to the Sandra, the IT Exhibitionist series, though not part of the chronology. It is a work of fiction, and any similarities to any real person or entity are entirely coincidental and unintended.
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Late June, Last Year
"WHAT'S ON YOUR MIND, TARA?"
Since she had arrived that afternoon, Sandra's 18-year-old niece seemed distracted. Her enthusiasm on greeting Sandra felt forced, her responses to their usual banter stilted, and her conversation lethargic. This did not bode well for their three-day weekend, so Sandra decided at dinner to be direct as they waited for coffee and dessert.
Tara looked around the restaurant, pulled something out of her pocket, and took a deep breath. "Is this you?" she asked and put a photograph on the table.
Sandra's face got hot, her throat tightened, and her heart pounded as she looked at the picture of a woman in black lingerie with her tits exposed, her legs pulled up and open, and her pussy and asshole fully exposed. Though the top of her head and eyes were cropped out for the sake of anonymity, she was smiling gleefully.
Sandra knew there was no point in denying it, but she had to clear her throat before she could croak, "Yes."
Tara flipped the picture over as the server approached, and Sandra was surprised to see her niece break into a big smile. She had been expecting disgust or outrage.
"I"m so relieved," Tara said. "I wanted to ask you as soon as I thought it was you, but I was afraid how you might react."
"What's going on?"
Tara leaned forward conspiratorially. "After graduation, during beach week, some of us got drunk one night. It was my first time, and I was really sick the next day. But apparently three of us made a deal to post sexy pictures of ourselves on Reddit or some place like that. Anyway, when my friend Jennifer reminded me of this... or told me about it, since I didn't really remember... I started looking around the site, to see what I had got myself into."
She lowered her voice even further. "There are some really sexy stuff there. I was getting turned on. Then I saw this picture and something seemed familiar. I finally realized, 'That's Aunt Sandy's smile and jaw line!' I clicked around till I found your main page. You've got a lot of pictures up. Some part of you is always cropped out, but I could tell, by the way you stood, the way you cock your left wrist, your smile, even your rings, that it was you."
"You haven't told anybody else, have you?"
"God, no," Tara said a bit too loudly. She leaned forward. "You mean Mom, who won't let me wear a bikini? Or Dad, who might pass out at the thought that I let Kevin Marston run his hand up my blouse and touch my breast? No, this is my secret, and I'm hanging onto it."
Sandra chuckled. "How about we head back home?" she said to Tara. "We have the place to ourselves tonight, and I can fill you in on some more secrets."
On the way back to the house, Tara talked about her summer plans, going to college, her annoyance with her parents. Sandra let her talk, enjoying the rapport they had. Tara had been born at this point in Sandra's life, just as she was heading to college. She had not paid much attention to her new niece during the first four years, while she was off studying, playing, and being introduced to sex and the thrill of exhibitionism. When she moved back home after graduation, she spent more time with Tara, who had become more interesting by age five.
When Sandra married Jerry almost five years later, Tara was old enough to be part of the wedding party, and she visited them in their new home, two states away, as they started their own family and business. By this time, Sandra was the 'cool aunt,' a welcome relief from her stodgy parents.
Nine years younger than her brother Andrew, Sandra was a late-life surprise to their parents. Andrew did not have much to do with her as he made his way through high school and college. Since her parents were usually ten years older than her friends' parents, she spent more time with other families. As a result, she was somewhat of a tomboy, much to her mother's consternation.
They both were laughing at something Tara had said when Sandra pulled into her driveway. "I have a question," Sandra said, resting her hand on Tara's. "Are you thinking of posting these pictures because you want to, or because some friends pushed you into it when you were drunk?"
Tara smiled. "At first, I wasn't sure. I got more excited as I saw what other people had done, and I had pretty much made up my mind to do it when I came across your pictures. That pushed me over the edge. Even though we can't see your whole face, you just look so confident and like you're having so much fun, and I thought, I want to be like that."
"You aren't trying to compete with me, are you?"
Tara shrugged. "Maybe a little. Maybe I want to impress you. But mostly, I just want to have fun, and posting sneaky sexy pictures of myself looks like fun."
Sandra gave her a big smile and said, "Okay, let me show you some of what I've done."
"I WAS SQUEAKY CLEAN when I left for college," Sandra said as she plugged the external hard drive into the laptop. They were propped up on pillows in the master bedroom. "I mean, I'd been named county fair queen the fall before. Your grandad was so proud. In college, I was meeting all sorts of new people. At first, I was really nervous about getting undressed for showers, sports, or anything. There were a couple girls on my floor who were more comfortable with themselves. One of them would walk down the hall naked to take a shower, even if there was a chance a guy could be on the floor. About midway through freshman year, this girl, Audrey, dared me to join her, and I did. It was such a rush, I never went back."
