I.
It all began a couple of months ago, when the brother of my best friend
and neighbor Stacy Burnham came home to visit her and their parents. The
Burnhams they're really nice. They have always looked after me since my
parents divorced about five years ago. Shortly after their divorce, my dad
got married again and moved to another state. That must have been a great
blow to mum, because she immediately took up a new job which required her
to travel a lot. I guess she doesn't like being around me, because she always
says I've got my dad's eyes. I don't really mind that, `cos I kinda like
the freedom. Although I can take care of myself pretty well, Stacy's parents
will still call me from time to time to see if I'm okay, and sometimes they'll
invite me to their dinners and parties, and they make sure I'm not by myself
in Christmas or Thanksgiving.
Since I hang out with the Burnhams all the time, I easily became best
friends with Stacy. Stacy is really cool. She is a senior in my school and
the head cheerleader. She's really pretty too. Tall and blonde, she's got
long legs and a nice figure. She and her friends are the coolest girls in
the school, so I felt really lucky that she and I would get along so well,
given than I'm much younger (I just turned sixteen) and I'm in no way as
pretty as she is. I'm only 5'4" (Stacy is 5'9"), I've got dirty blonde hair
and small, 34B breasts. The other cool thing about being pals with Stacy
is that I get to see her brother Barry a lot. Barry is twenty-three and
he's a fashion photographer, and for us small town girls, this is like the
coolest job in the world, and he's good looking too, always wearing black
T-shirt and jeans. Many girls in the school say Stacy is lucky, but she
hates it, because if there's one girl who can never go out with Barry, that's
her! She hates it too when her friends ask her to fix them a date with Barry,
and she always refuses.
I, on the other hand, used to think I was the lucky one, because whenever
Barry came to visit Stacy and her parents, I got to see him too. Like this
time when Barry came back to stay with his parents, I had dinner at the
Burnham's every night. And one afternoon, a few days before Barry left,
he came over to see me. At first I thought he just wanted a chat, but he
gave me a big surprise. He wanted me to be his model!
"Your model! Are you kidding?" I almost yelled. "Hey, keep it down!"
Barry said chuckling, "and of course I'm not kidding!" "But why me?" I asked,
"did you ask Stacy too?" "No, just you, baby, just you," Barry said grinning.
"Really? Why didn't you ask her, she's so pretty!" "Oh you don't understand
kiddo, Stacy is pretty, but she hasn't got the model look. To be a model
you've got to be slimmer, like you."
"Really?" I still couldn't really believe it, but I was kinda happy
at the same time. "So... if you're not kidding," I asked, "what kind of
photos do you want to take, I mean, what kind of clothes do you want me
to wear?" "Well," Barry gave me his big smile again, and I felt like I was
melting. "I'll be shooting an ad for this famous underwear company, they
have a new..."
"Underwear?" I screamed, "no way!"
"But the photos will look really nice!"
"C'mon!" he cooed, "you're the only girl in this town that I want to
be in this." "Really?" I felt really flattered. "Yes," he went on, "you're
really sexy you know..." "Me? Sexy?" I became skeptical again, but Barry
was insistent. "Yes you are! You really have it in you, you just don't know
it yet. Soon you'll be driving every boy crazy! Look we can just give it
a try, and if you don't like the photos we can just throw them away." He
was almost begging me in the end, and I finally gave in. "Okay...but promise
me you'll destroy the photos if I don't like them," I said. When I said
this I could feel my face burning already, and I blushed even more when
he asked me my measurements.
I waited eagerly in my home on the day of my photoshoot. Barry had made
me promise not to tell anyone, not even Stacy (I would be too embarrassed
anyway). He said we could do it in my place because my mum was away as usual.
I rushed to the door when I heard the doorbell ring. I opened the door as
saw Barry with two cases. He was handsome as usual, with a big smile on
his face. "Hey, Callie!" he greeted me warmly, "you look really nice today!
Did you put on some makeup?" "Makeup? Oh, no," I was blushing already (I
guessed that's why he thought I was wearing makeup), and I felt more embarrassed
when he said that. "Hey, relax!" he said, and to help me relax, he asked
me if I've got anything to drink. I knew where mum kept her wines and told
him. Barry found a bottle of whisky and poured me and himself a glass. I
did feel a bit better after drinking one or two sips.
We went back into the living room, sat down, and chatted for a while.
Barry kept saying that I had changed a lot nice I was a little girl and
now I looked really sexy. Then he asked me if I wanted to see the clothes
that he had brought me. I said of course, and he took out one of his cases
and opened it, and I couldn't believe my eyes! The clothes he brought me
were so nice, and they felt so soft and silky! And there were so many of
them! Sixteen, he told me, because they were for my sixteenth birthday.
He said he knew it was a couple of months away, but he wouldn't be around
so he wanted to give them to me first.
"Oh Barry you're so nice!" I screamed, hugging and kissing him. Barry
had also brought me some magazines for me to look at so that I knew how
to pose. Some of the magazines were lingerie catalogs, but there were a
couple of Penthouse as well. I looked at Barry and he just said the photos
there were really professional, and I didn't really have to pose naked like
the models there. But as I read those magazines I began feeling really sexy.
I then looked at the lingerie that he brought me, and saw that some of them
were really thin that they were almost transparent. So, gathering my strength,
I asked him if he would want me to pose naked. "So d---do you want me to
pose like these girls?" I asked, almost whispering. "What do you mean like
these girls?" Barry asked teasingly. "Y---you know, n--naked," I said stammering,
and he said it was up to me. Blushing, I nodded.
After finishing our drinks, our decided it was time to start. Barry
wanted to shoot some photos in the living room first, so while he set up
his lights and camera there, I went upstairs to my room to get changed.
For the first set of photos Barry thoughtfully picked the item with most
cloth. It was a pair of pink loosen silk panties and a matching camisole.
Back in my room, my hands were trembling with excitement as I undressed.
I looked at my naked body in the mirror and still couldn't believe that
Barry wanted me to be his model. I then put the camisole and the panties
on, and it felt so nice when the cold silk touched my skin! Sheepishly,
I went back downstairs.
It was like Barry's whole face lit up when he saw me coming down the
stairs. "Wow, Callie!" he exclaimed, "you're absolutely stunning!" "Thanks,
" I said blushing. I was really nervous at first, but he told me to just
sit on the couch and make myself comfortable, and not to pay any attention
to the camera. He kept talking to me, and soon I began to loosen up. I lay
down lazily on the couch, lift one leg up and rest it on the arm, looked
at Barry and smiled. "Now, that's much better! Good!" he said, and I was
happy that he thought I was doing better too. As I posed, my arms kept brushing
against my breasts through the thin camisole, and soon my nipples became
erect. I was feeling really sexy, and I laughed when Barry told me to stand
up facing him and then bend forward. "Naughty!" I scolded him, knowing what
I would be showing him when I did that. Smiling, I stood up, placed my hands
on my hip and slowly bent forward until my hands almost reached my ankles,
like I was just stroking my legs. I was smiling and looking at him all
the time, and Barry was smiling back to me. "That was lovely!" he said,
"now let's try the other one."
The second set of lingerie that Barry had chosen was a pair of blue
lacy bikini panties and bra of the same color. I went back to my room and
changed into them. The bra was kind of filmy, but my nipples were only vaguely
visible because of the lacy patterns. I was much more comfortable with the
shooting this time, and Barry praised me again. When this was done, I picked
up the third piece of lingerie and was about to go up to my room to change,
but Barry stopped me and suggested that I change right there. I hesitated
but then I thought I had agreed to pose naked for him anyway so why not.
So as he continued shooting, I took off the bra and panties and got into
the third lingerie, which was a lace teddy. I was really shy at first, like
when I took off my bra I kept my arms over my breasts all the time, then
I put on the teddy before I took off the panties I was wearing. I thought
Barry would be unhappy, but he said it was natural and very sexy.
The teddy was really thin and my nipples were clearly visible through
it, and I couldn't help blushing again when I turned around to face him.
But Barry was really nice and encouraging, and I soon felt more relaxed.
I didn't object when he told me to cup my breasts through the thin material,
I even rubbed them a little. Only when I did that did I realize how hard
my nipples were. I began to feel a comfortable warmness between my legs
too. The next set was a racy red pair of lace panties and a see-through
bra. Now I didn't mind so much that my nipples were showing through the
bra. After doing a few poses in them, I turned to face Barry and, gathering
my courage, slowly unsnapped the bra and let it slide down my arms, showing
my breasts to him completely. "Lovely," Barry murmured, "touch them..."
Dreamily I reached up to my breasts and gently cupped and squeezed them,
and it felt soooooo nice...
My inhibitions now gone, I was touching myself all the time. We went
on shooting with the rest of the lingerie in different parts of the house,
until finally I was in the last set. It was a half-cup bra, a thong, and
garter belt and stockings, all in black. Barry said he wanted to do this
in the kitchen. I was a bit surprised but still I followed him. We went
in there, and I struck a few poses sitting on the kitchen table. Then he
told me to turn around and lie face down on table. "I want to see your nice
ass in that thong," he said. I felt kind of turned-on when he said that,
and quickly complied. After that, he told me to go to the fridge, open
the door and sit next to it. I did that, and he told me to grab a bottle
of milk and drink it. Guessing what he really wanted, I smiled, pretended
to drink but instead let the milk run down my chin. "That's great baby,
keep it going!" Barry exclaimed. I let the milk run all the way down my
neck to my body, soaking the bra and even the thong, and I closed my eyes
and shuddered when I felt the cold milk at my hot pussy. I put the bottle
down and began rubbing the milk all over my body. Barry sounded like he
was really hot too as he told he to keep going on. I took off the milk-soaked
bra and began to rub the milk over my breasts. As there was not enough of
it, I picked up the bottle and poured some directly onto my breasts, and
began cupping and squeezing them again. I was so excited that I closed my
eyes and began moaning lightly. Then I slid one hand down to my pussy and
began rubbing it through the thong. I didn't care about the camera anymore,
I was so hot and I just wanted to get off. I didn't care that Barry was
there too---in fact, it made me even hornier to think that he was watching
me. Still with my eyes closed and with one hand rubbing my breasts, I took
of the thong, spread my legs and began rubbing my pussy. I was still a virgin
but I had played with myself before, and I knew how to make myself feel
good.
I was about to come when I felt someone close to me. I opened my eyes
and saw Barry kneeling in front of me, smiling. I looked into his eyes and
knew what he wanted. I was blushing and gasping and felt a bit embarrassed,
but I wanted him to. It was like a dream when he bent forward and kissed
me on the lips. I kissed him back, and as my lips parted his tongue invaded
my mouth. It was such a delicious kiss. When he finally broke off the kiss,
I looked at him and spread my legs wider, with my hand stroking my pussy
lightly. "Give it to me, Barry!" I whispered. Smiling, he undressed. I gasped
when I saw his thing. It was the first time I saw an erect cock. "Are you
a virgin Callie?" he asked tenderly, and I nodded shyly. "Don't worry, I'll
make you feel real nice..." He said as he laid me down gently on the cold
kitchen floor. After caressing my body for a while, he spread my legs and
positioned himself at the entrance of my virgin pussy, which was by now
hot and wet. He entered me slowly but he still felt very big, and I felt
like I was stuffed. It hurt when he took my cherry, but I bit my lip and
let him continue, and it soon began to feel nice. I would never have imagined
that I would be able to take all of him in me, but I did, and the feeling
was incredible. I closed my eyes and moaned as Barry began to thrust back
and forth slowly. The air was filled with the smell of sweat, milk and my
juices. I began to moan louder and louder as I felt my orgasm building up,
and I just squirmed and wriggled my hips uncontrollably. Barry grabbed
my buttocks and guided me to meet him, and I soon learned how to grind my
hips against his. The feeling was much stronger than when I played with
myself, and I felt like my whole body was exploding. Barry began breathing
heavily and increased his tempo. "I'm coming, I'm coming, oh, oh!" I moaned
as waves of orgasm took me. Then Barry grunted as he made a deep thrust,
and I could feel him shooting his hot jets of cum deep into me.
We lay on the floor, panting and exhausted. Then Barry took my hand
and led me to the bathroom, and we showered together. It was so romantic
and sexy. He was so gentle when he washed me all over. Although he and I
had already had sex, I was still a bit shy when he rubbed soap all over
my body. Then we had to get dressed as it was almost dinner time. The photoshoot
had taken much longer than I thought!
Barry asked me not to tell anyone and I agreed. It was our little secret!
I couldn't help thinking about it when we were having dinner, and I felt
like I was a woman now. We acted like nothing had happened and nobody suspected
anything. Barry said in front of everyone that I looked so happy and radiant,
and I told him that I had a terrific day, and we both smiled. He came to
my place again the following day to show me the photos, and they were really
nice. I'm not trying to show off but Barry was really a good photographer,
and I never thought I could look that pretty and sexy. We picked out a
dozen that he was going to show his clients. They were the ones in which
I wasn't naked, and we each kept a copy of the entire set as a souvenir.
Barry said he wanted to keep a set `cos it was special for him too. And
then we had sex again before going back to his place for dinner. This time
it was on my mum's bed, and it was nice too. Before he entered me, he kissed
and licked my pussy, and it was amazing. Sadly, Barry had to leave the next
morning. I couldn't see him again before he left because of school, and
I cried a bit before we went back to his place. But Barry promised to come
back and see me soon, and if his clients like my photo, maybe we'll see
each other even sooner!
