Chapter 1.  After That Week

My name is Emily O'Connell.  You read about me in Pam's journal.  She 
nailed our Program week and she nailed me.  Yeah, she nailed me 
literally in the video we made that Friday morning.  What I mean this 
time is that she got it right about how I was acting and feeling.  You 
know how she's all about math and science?  I mean, she programs other 
people's computers and does algebra homework for fun.  Well, for such a 
nerd, her journal came out a whole lot better than mine, and I'm the one 
who's studying literature.  I think that's because she had so many more 
of the emotional issues worked out from the beginning.  I'm not going to 
try to tell about that week since she did it so well.  I am going to 
tell some stories about things that have happened since then.

It's now the last week of October.  I just got back from a mind-blowing 
week in New York doing my modeling thing.  I have lots of notes about 
that whole week, but they'll take some time to write out.  In the 
meantime, I'll tell about the most interesting stuff that's happened to 
us since our Program week.  Only some of that was in school.


First, our relationships:


Shawn was great - just the right combination of sweet and strong for my 
first lover. We really liked each other and it got to be more than just 
liking during our Program week.  He took my virginity because I wouldn't 
let him go until he did.  He liked the idea and did me really well.  We 
did it a lot since and only with each other until lately.  I was doing 
some modeling that I'll tell you about.  That took time that I couldn't 
be with him.  He didn't understand.  Words like supermodel and celebrity 
crept into his conversation.  The last straw was when he turned his back 
on me.  He tried to hold on tighter as time for the New York trip got 
near.  That's the same time I was enjoying the new freedom and 
independence at home.  The New York trip and being on my own was a big 
deal for me.  It became a big deal for him, too.  He started getting 
upset and not so sweet with me when I spent time modeling instead of 
with him.  We pretty much agreed to break up and we're sort of friends 
now.  I didn't have a boyfriend when I went on the trip, and I'm glad of 
that.

Kelly, my twin brother, and Dawn aren't together that way anymore, 
either.  They weren't really an exclusive couple - much more the Program 
partners than the lovers.  That's how they got started - as lunchtime 
Program partners.  As soon as Dawn got a taste of the best lay at 
Lincoln High, she latched on for as long as she wanted him.  They 
drifted apart after the Program week because they both wanted the same 
thing - sex with other people.  They never had that moment where one 
dumps the other then says they can still be friends.  As a consequence, 
they are still good friends.  We sit together at lunch, usually with a 
pair of Program partners, and those two talk with everyone like close 
friends and without any strain.  That's good for me because it's easier 
to be Dawn's friend and teammate than if they had a hard breakup.

Kelly's been getting closer to Dan's sister Karen lately.  Karen dates 
guys in her class sometimes and Kelly does all that stuff for Program 
participants.  They both say it's not exclusive and not even that 
serious.  That doesn't explain why they go so far out of their way to be 
with each other and how much they fuck when they're together.

Bill and Melissa still go at it as hotly and as publicly as they did in 
the Program week.  They've been coming to school naked, usually on 
Tuesdays.  They give Program participants fucking lessons by example at 
the undressing place.  That's one relationship that seems like it will 
last forever.

Pam and Dan act like theirs will last, too.  They spend school nights in 
their own beds, but practically live together on weekends.  I still 
don't see how she gets that huge cock inside her once, let alone the six 
times a night she brags about.  Am I jealous?  Of my best friend?  Yeah, 
a little, but I read what she said about my boobs - she'd kill for them.  
She was a little jealous of me.  If she can get over that and treat me 
the way she did, I'm not going to let her sex life bother me.  Those two 
seem to know everything about each other.  It seems like there are 
things missing from Pam's journal - like where did they go for those few 
minutes at the restaurant?  Dan seems to either know all about them, or 
be comfortable not knowing.  Pam has him on a pedestal.  She thinks he's 
the best guy there could ever be and wants to keep him even though we're 
all so young.  Lots o' luck, Pam.

Pam makes a big deal about her breasts in that journal.  Her flat chest 
just didn't fit with everything else about her.  She's so cute and 
powerfully curvy everywhere else.  I'm afraid I'd have tried for 
implants if I had what she started the year with.  We're all glad she 
realized we're too young for such a thing.  She's been growing.  You 
read about the growth spurt and the doctor, right?  It's still going.  
Those exploding boobs went right through the B range in a month.  She 
and I are both Cs now, but her chest has more room to hang a rack on.  
Her 40Cs are bigger than my 36s.  She has no more room to be jealous.  
Dan loves them, you can tell.  When they kiss or even sit close, his 
hand goes right for one.  If he even hesitates, she puts it there for 
him.  She says he's getting what he deserves with her thicker, softer 
skin and those big round things on her chest.


The Program:


Those two lead us, the first week freshmen, in supporting Program 
participants.  They want to spread it around, though.  Pam is the helper 
of last resort for relief - she'll only do it if nobody else volunteers.  
She doesn't fuck in school, but she's given a few handjobs and blowjobs 
in class and in the PE shower.  That's more than I've done while I was 
being Shawn's girlfriend.  Pam and Dan get Kelly, Dawn and me to help 
with the hugging.  We found out what a great ice breaker that is in the 
middle of our week.  We get new participants going with that early in 
the week so they'll have as much fun as they can.  Every Monday morning 
we greet the new participants with requests to hug us.  Pam says my big 
chest fills the boys' arms so well that they can't help themselves.  
They get interested in the sexy side of the Program right now.  I have 
to agree when I feel the guy's hard cock and start rubbing against it.

Our group still has fun with the Program even when we aren't in it.  We 
push the reasonable requests on Tuesdays.  That's where Pam and I do a 
lot of handjobs.  Shawn got pissed at me sometimes for all the sexy 
attention I gave to other guys.  Kelly and Dan usually come away from 
the courtyard at lunchtime with wet fingers.  Dawn's requests on Tuesday 
are usually unreasonable.  She's ready to fuck.  She gets turned down 
sometimes, but she always plants the idea.  Kelly and Dawn both go for 
the sex on Wednesdays and usually get some.  I think I'll be joining 
them, at least until I find a new boyfriend.

There were enough volunteers to fill September when school started.  
During our week, they got enough for six more weeks.  Now the whole 
semester will be all volunteers.  I'm glad because it's going to get 
harder when we're dealing with people who don't want to be naked.  I got 
that little tidbit from Pam.  She's on the Program committee and helps 
pick participants.  She had to work to let couples volunteer together, 
but she got it through.  Now we try to ask her who will be picked.  She 
always just smiles.

The second week's participants were picked from leaders around the 
school almost like our group.  You've read about some of them.  Taylor 
is the sort of activity club president they were looking for.  Jennie is 
a JV volleyball player with Program experience at last year's school.  
After the rocky start with them, I'm surprised any of the cheerleaders 
volunteered.  Heather had not only volunteered before the school year 
started, but she had a great time during her week.  I guess they aren't 
all so bad.


Strip chess


Pam had made the strip chess sound like so much fun, I just had to try 
it.  Kelly and I played a few times before the second Wednesday.  He 
didn't think it would be so much fun.  There's a reason.  I beat him in 
every practice game.

I dressed for school that day, but the clothes were slutty and bright 
enough for everyone to notice.  I had a bright yellow tank top with 
string straps.  The bra under it had push-up pads in the open cups.  It 
pushed a lot of cleavage out the top of that top and left my nipples 
poking through.  The hotpants had legs even with my pussy in front and 
were so short in back that I didn't sit on them.  The waistband started 
at the top of my crack in back and dipped lower in front.  My midriff 
was bare from just above my navel to just above my pubic hair.  The 
strings of my thong panties showed all the way around.

The bright colors and slutty image turned more heads than my naked body 
did after everyone got used to it at the end of our Program week.  It 
left a lot of me showing and still took advantage of the 5-to-4 
advantage girls have in strip chess.  The real advantage is in the 
distraction.  Boys just couldn't keep their eyes off me.

Pam accepted a rematch with Taylor.  He was in the Program that week, so 
they both had only shoes.  They didn't bother taking them off.  They 
went straight to touching when they lost major pieces.  Their final 
forfeit was for the loser to do the winner by mouth.

I accepted a challenge from another of the boys, Alan.  He was a little 
disappointed that I would only go for a Program-like final forfeit.  We 
agreed that the loser would have to dress the winner, then go naked for 
the rest of the day.

I lost my shoes quickly and the tank top soon after.  That left my 
pushed-up boobs perched on the padded bra cups with my bare nipples 
pointed right at him.  The distraction started working.  He lost his 
shoes and shirt before I had to take off my shorts.

I really got distracting when I lost those shorts.  They left me in the 
tiniest thong you can imagine.  The string around my waist was up where 
it showed above the shorts.  One string ran down the crack of my ass and 
two strings descended around the sides of my mound.  The piece of cloth 
in my crotch didn't start until below my little circle of red pubic 
hair.  It covered my vulva and that's all.  The little round tuft of 
hair is going to become my trademark if I work the modeling right.

Alan's eyes were glued to that little red circle while I walked around 
the table.  I turned so he could see that my whole ass was bare.  By the 
time I turned all the way around, his hardon was really obvious in his 
pants.  His play got worse and worse after that.  He was distracted by 
me and then nervous about being exposed when he lost his pants and 
underwear.

He was just sitting down after showing me his hard, bare dick when I 
heard Pam screaming.  She was sitting at the edge of a desk, leaning 
back on her arms and shaking all over.  Taylor was kneeling in front of 
her with his head between her legs.  He was probably doing a good job 
licking Pam's pussy because the orgasm lasted and lasted.  It was yet 
another distraction for poor Alan.

Taylor took another week of rematches with Pam before he finally beat 
her.  She said she learned a lot about chess from playing him.  He 
finally got back to the top of the club and finally got a blowjob from 
her.  That has turned out to be the trend.  The boys are so badly 
distracted that they can't play until after they go through their week 
in the Program.  It's like they grow up and get more comfortable with 
their body and with the girls around them.

Alan lost yet another piece, so I got to feel him up.  I cupped his 
balls with one hand and stroked his cock with the other.  He was at the 
edge when I let go - all extra hard and dripping.  He managed to take 
the rook I offered so I could get naked.  The thong came off and I stood 
as close to him as I could.  He got a close-up view of my little red 
circle with the slit of my pussy running down from it.

He only lost one more piece before the end of the match.  I got to feel 
the smooth, soft cheeks of his ass and lick the drop of precum from the 
head of his dick.  Just as he turned for his seat, I stroked the spot 
just under his navel where guys are sensitive.  He gasped and the drop 
was back on his cock.

I quit playing around and checkmated him in three more moves.  He just 
sighed, resigned to his fate of being naked for the day.  I'd have his 
clothes in my locker until the start of volleyball practice.  I'd have 
to give them back then so the practice wouldn't be interrupted at the 
end of school.  He'd be on his honor not to wear them to his last-hour 
class.

He had to dress me, too.  I put the thong away.  We'd both have more fun 
with just the shorts.  He held them while I stepped in.  He wasn't 
paying much attention to my feet with my pussy right there in his face.  
He kept moving and I'd step on the shorts instead of getting into them.  
How much of that was on purpose, I wonder.

He pulled the shorts up, zipped the fly over my little red circle and 
buttoned them.  He had more to do.  I told him to reach through my legs 
and press the shorts into place.  He had to get them into the crack of 
my ass and into the slit of my pussy.  Those shorts were tight enough to 
show my labia if they were pressed in like that.  He looked at me like 
the idea scared him, then swallowed hard and reached through to my ass.  
He pushed the seat into my crack and dragged his finger forward.  The 
seam of the shorts went into my slit and a squeal came out of my mouth 
from the stimulation.

He fumbled with the bra, but finally got it hooked behind me.  Of 
course, he wouldn't go back there.  He reached around, fumbled blindly 
and enjoyed every second my boobs were smashed against his chest.  I 
sure enjoyed every second of rubbing against his hard cock.  The push-up 
pads didn't go on straight.  I told him to lift my breasts and set them 
in place.  His hands started shaking while they held my boobs.  The 
shake spread to the rest of him and he came.  He squirted his semen all 
over my front, including the shorts.

Alan was embarrassed and tried to apologize while he was wiping both of 
us off.  I put him at ease, saying that's what I hoped would happen.  He 
put my top on without any more trouble and I thanked him for the match 
with a little kiss on his cheek.  I stopped in a restroom to wash off 
the shorts.  I didn't want to upstage this week's participants by going 
naked in school.  I washed all the semen out and wore the wet shorts.  
They dried sometime during English class.

I told Shawn all the details at lunch and was as descriptive as I could 
be.  I could tell it had the effect on him that I wanted.  He gulped 
down his food, carried me to the courtyard, yanked those slutty clothes 
off me and fucked me until I had a triple orgasm.


Sports


We get to see some football games.  They're all on Friday evening and so 
are half our volleyball matches.  When both teams are at the same 
school, usually at home, we finish the volleyball in time to shower and 
catch the kickoff.  The football players can see our Tuesday matches, 
but they're dressing and warming up even when we're at the same school 
on Fridays.  They rarely miss those Tuesdays.  The football players 
really like our uniforms.  Of course, that's because they show 
everything.  Girls sports are really popular now.

We practiced all the week after tryouts in those uniforms to get used to 
them.  The tops are great.  We can show off and still get the support we 
need.  The shorts feel a little different than going bottomless.  Most 
of us got back to dressing after our program week, so those tight shorts 
don't feel too strange.  Not so for Pam.  She was, and is still, living 
naked.  She was fussing and pulling at the shorts all week during 
practices.  Some of us were worried that they'd distract her in play, 
and that included Coach Reeves.

That first week also set our routine.  On practice days, we work until 5 
o'clock then Pam gets the weight room key and some towels.  She was 
complaining about not getting enough weight work in tryout week.  She 
gets at least three sessions a week now and stays with it as long as 
anyone else wants to.  She always waits until after her shower to return 
the key to Coach Reeves.  I wonder what that's about.

We had a preseason tournament after that practice week.  The public 
highschools in town hosted all the teams in the area.  Lincoln held the 
varsity tournament.  Lincoln, McKinley, Kennedy and Bleeding Heart got 
our pool out of the way Friday night.  The other schools did all their 
traveling on Saturday.  Coach Reeves told us all her plan for who was 
going to start and when we of the reserves would get in - all the second 
games.

The shorts bothered Pam a little at first.  When her competitive drive 
kicked in, she forgot all about them.  Some of the others who hadn't 
been in the Program were self conscious about how much was showing.  
They got over it quickly, too.  The uniforms made a big hit with the 
other schools.  They were struggling to mix nudity with playing the 
sport well.  Most had seen our televised pep rally, but didn't get all 
the details about the uniforms.  I think Sportech got a lot of orders 
the next Monday.

We proved to have a good, deep team.  The starters beat all the other 
teams soundly.  Reserves went into the second games in lots of different 
combinations.  The coach wanted us to get used to the teamwork no matter 
where we had to play.  Dawn was all over the back row making great 
defensive plays.  Melissa did that, too, when she was playing as a 
hitter.  Our setters are great at defense, but we want to save them to 
do a set on the second touch.  Coach Reeves was trying to find times to 
give everyone a chance to rest.  Dawn's rest came when Melissa was in 
the back row.

The only one who didn't get any rest was Pam.  She's been totally 
awesome all season.  She serves first and usually scores 12 points in 
one streak.  She's the second defender no matter where she's playing.  
When the starters are in, the game is usually so one-sided that she 
doesn't rotate to the front row.  With the reserves, we have a few more 
chances to move.  Pam's blocks are as good as Amy's now.  Her hitting is 
totally scary.  She takes short, quick swings that fool blockers.  She 
puts all her strength into them and the ball gets to the floor, 
sometimes through the block.

I'm doing okay, too.  Coach Reeves told me that my basic skills were 
great.  If we didn't have so many seniors, I might have been starting.  
The only thing I lack is experience at the varsity level.  The way to 
fix that is to play.  She gives me the chances to play and learn.  She 
was a little pissed that I went on the trip and missed two matches.  I 
just called Pam and checked.  They didn't miss me.  Still, I hope the 
coach doesn't hold it against me.

We're undefeated, even against last year's regional champ.  That was the 
only time we needed a third game.  Yes, we reserves lost the second 
game.  We really proved to be a team that time.  The fiery players like 
Pam and Melissa stayed cool.  They could have been so pissed, but we`re 
all part of the team to them.

That 'undefeated' thing?  Not so much for the football team.  There are 
some real standouts, mostly Dan, Ed and Charlie.  They're not enough, 
though.  Stars don't win in team sports.  Oh, well.  Maybe next year.


Home life


Mom and Dad are ordinary everyday people.  They're so normal that 
they're unique.  He works in an office.  She stayed home with Kelly and 
me until we got into school.  Now she works as a secretary at the 
church.  The hours are short.  So is the pay, but she's not in it for 
that.  They've both been protective of us - the loving kind of 
protective that let us do things, but made sure we did them right and 
safely.  You read where we told Pam that we couldn't go to her house 
unless an adult would be there.  That had been the rule.  Our folks had 
been loosening the leash all summer, but we didn't realize it.  We just 
did things the same way.

We noticed suddenly that night in our Program week when Dawn and Shawn 
came over.  We tried a little outreach by sitting around talking with 
Mom and Dad in the nude.  Those two struggled bravely to act like 
nothing was special.  Mom was twitching in her chair more than I had in 
school.  Dad's pants were just not baggy enough.  They left us to 
ourselves and weren't that quiet in their bedroom.  That left us teens 
with only one choice of things to do.  Kelly and I took our dates to our 
rooms.  That was so much more comfortable than the lawn or the shower at 
school.

Mom and Dad were up and waiting for us when we finished and showered.  
Yes, four of us crowded into the shower at once, but there was much more 
giggling than sex.  We thought we'd get a lecture or even grounded.  Mom 
told us that was the kind of decision we'd be making for ourselves.  Dad 
liked the way we kept it short on a school night.  The only thing they 
asked for was to meet Pam and Dan after hearing so much about them.

We finally got it that the leash was off.  They still have their 
expectations and tell us about them.  It's a good thing we agree with 
them.  Besides stuff about staying drug-free and doing well enough in 
school to get scholarships, they expect us to have positive interests 
and pursue them.  They really support Kelly's music and my modeling.  My 
long term goal is to become an author.  They support that, too.  They 
think it's strangely twin-like that I like music and Kelly got into 
modeling.

Kelly's a great brother.  Oh, sure we bicker a little, but nothing 
serious and I usually start it.  He's nice to me most of the time and 
even his teasing is full of compliments.  You read about some of them in 
Pam's journal.  He tells me in private that he thinks I'm the most 
beautiful girl in town, not just in our school.  I asked him about Pam - 
my figure's more womanly.  I asked him about Dawn - he just shrugged.  I 
asked him about Karen - he blushed before he included her, too.

That blush was just the first clue.  I pushed them together and called 
him the best lay at Lincoln.  I think Karen agrees about how good he is.  
I'm glad, because I was just repeating what I'd heard.  Word's around - 
I hear it more and more.  The girls all know that he wants to help 
Program participants more than find a relationship.  They go out of 
their way to get into third lunch and some even stay after school to 
shower with him.

Cross country season is over.  Kelly gets lean and light for running.  
Now he's doing a lot of weight training to build his upper body for 
baseball.  It made a ten pound difference on him last year and those 
were ten spectacular pounds.  Pam's journal would have said different 
things about him if she'd seen that.  He spends all of PE class in the 
weight room, then showers while the teams are still practicing.  Program 
girls join him in the shower even if they don't have PE at all.  They're 
just looking for a chance at that great sex action of his.  He delivers.

We both play in the school orchestra.  I play the violin.  The brass 
section on the other side of the orchestra gets distracted when my boobs 
jiggle.  In our Program week they put on a show with every stroke of my 
bow.  Kelly plays the cello.  He might try to play professionally or to 
be a composer.  We got into the composition society at school.  It 
surprised our parents that I'm into it as much as I am.  I'll tell the 
story a little later about how Kelly got into my interest - modeling.  
What can I say?  It's a twin thing.


The party


My modeling agency has a party ... reception? ... every season for 
models who book more than $250 thousand.  That covered about ten of us 
out of the Dallas office.  I make it even being available for only one 
week - one very packed week in New York.  Shawn had other ideas for what 
to do on a Saturday evening.  That was the first time he got more than a 
little pissed.

We could each invite a favorite photographer to share the party and take 
pictures.  Do you have to guess?  My best friend's name is on the cover 
shot of my portfolio.

I squeal when I'm thrilled - when I made varsity at volleyball, when I 
got that award and in every orgasm.  I've never heard Pam squeal - 
scream, yes; squeal, no - until I asked her to go with me.  There was a 
problem, though.  She's committed to her training for EMT and 
lifeguarding, and that runs late Saturday afternoon.  There isn't an 
airline flight that would get us to that evening party in Dallas.

Pam called the local air charter service, used her Mom's credit card and 
the flight was reserved in her name.  The round trip charter costs a 
little more than two first class seats, so it's not that unreasonable.  
I gave her a check for more than half of it the next day.

My Dad and I picked Pam up at the end of her training and stopped at her 
house to get her camera and good shoes.  We went right to the airport 
after that.  Dad came inside to be sure everything got off on schedule 
and that we weren't stranded.

Pam and I made quite a scene going through the general aviation terminal 
in the nude.  She had good-sized Bs by then and we jiggled all over the 
place.  A security guard came out just after we went through the 
screening place.  He took one look at Pam, turned around and went back 
into his office.  I wondered what that's about until Pam reminded me 
about the Labor Day story in her journal.

Pam checked in at the charter service counter.  They told her to talk to 
a guy in their back office - alone.  I took the hint and waited.  Pam 
came out with a tear running down her cheek, grabbed my hand and led me 
into the office.  That's all I'll say, but I understood the tear when we 
were finished.  It was the happy kind.  I had a tear the next Monday 
when Pam gave me back the torn-up pieces of my check.

The pilots greeted us with smiles and looked our naked bodies up and 
down.  They didn't react too much - they were women, after all.  They 
showed us to our seats on the small jet and showed us where our dinners 
were kept.  There were fish dinners packed to go by Pam's Mom's 
restaurant for us and for the pilots.  We microwaved them and ate a 
little after takeoff.  Yum!  I'm jealous again.  Pam eats like that 
every day.

Pam got this sly grin while the food was heating.  She got into a 
cabinet and pulled out a little bottle of white wine.  She held the 
bottle up and raised an eyebrow.  I gave her a "What the hell do you 
think you're doing?" look.  She wiggled her eyebrows and smiled at me.  
I sighed.  The non-verbal communication was almost as good as I do with 
Kelly.  There was just enough wine for each of us to have a glass.  I 
didn't feel so nervous about the reception after that.

The pilots got a car and went off to do some shopping.  We got the limo 
the charter service arranged.  It was big, but not seriously stretched.  
We got to the agency office exactly on time.  The red carpet entrance, 
crowd behind a barrier and lots of photographers were going strong.  
Other models were arriving by taxi and ordinary cars.  They were dressed 
to show off their good parts, but they were dressed because they didn't 
think all their parts were good.  Oh, sorry.  That was catty.

Pam's jaw dropped at the opportunity.  She studies such things to be 
prepared.  She recognized all the models and some of the photographers.  
She unpacked her camera, put on a lens and flash and fiddled with some 
settings.  She gave me a little peck on the cheek and hopped out of the 
car while we were still third in line.  She flashed her credentials as 
an invited photographer, got in and went to join the others.

The big, strong, cute, naked babe with a camera stole all the attention 
from the models.  She put her hands on her hips, weight on one foot and 
a "What the hell do you think you're doing?" look on her face.  That 
pose was captured by a couple dozen photographers and half the crowd.  
You can see all the pissed off models in the background.

She took a place in the line of photographers and started to work on the 
models.  She smiled at them and took a bunch of pictures.  She got 
enough smiles back that we think she got away without making any 
enemies.  She had everyone's attention on models by the time I got to 
the head of the line.

I got nervous again before I got out of the car.  Even in the big city, 
there were no other naked people right around there.  Pam really got a 
reception because of it.  Like I did those other times, I got a little 
scared and even felt a flash of the old Emily.  I know better after my 
Program week.  I sucked it up and went about showing off all the great 
stuff I have.  That's what the Program week did for me - not convincing 
me that I look great, but that I can show it to anyone and everyone.

I drew "Ooh, wow" from the crowd.  I was the only one arriving in a 
limo, so I had their attention.  The doorman held the car door for me.  
The "wow" came when I stepped out around him - naked.  I got my own 
share of pissed off looks from the other models.  Not only was I showing 
off more, I have so much more to show.  There were four models standing 
together.  Each one of my boobs has more than all eight of theirs put 
together.  I think I could break any of them in half with my hands and I 
know Pam can.  Meow.  Sorry.

Pam made sure the other models got their share of her attention and 
pictures, but so many of the photographers switched to me immediately.  
I think the one arrival after me got short treatment, too.

My agent, Jerry, met me just outside the door.  I gave him quite a hug 
and Pam captured my bare back stretched up to reach his shoulders and my 
boobs pressed against his dark suit.  The flash made me roll my eyes 
when I realized that I'd be on camera all evening.  Jerry is young, 
handsome and single.  He's been out of college for a few years.  The 
agency gives him new, inexperienced models to manage.  If he gets lucky 
and promotes a good model well enough, her elite status will rub off on 
him.  Jerry sees me as his best opportunity at the moment.  I'm also the 
only one of his models at this party.

I grabbed Pam's arm and dragged her over.  I introduced her to Jerry and 
he was a little surprise that Pam's so young.  He was very pleased that 
she's so cute and was so naked.  Jerry took us inside and introduced us 
to the local agency executives and the two distinguished visitors from 
New York.  The execs were looking out for their bottom line, I suppose.  
They kept urging me to work more - more shows in the New York season and 
more photo work all year.  I just nodded, smiled and repeated that I was 
available at home on weekends.  I just wouldn't miss any school or 
activities.

There were introduction announcements to the rest of the agency people 
and to the advertising and press photographers who were there.  Dresses 
and even the underwear had vanished off some of the other models by 
then.  Two were naked and two others were wearing only thong panties.  
Program outreach is one thing.  Intimidating competition among 
professionals is another.  I didn't feel good about this one.  I looked 
those models up and down and whispered some catty things to Pam.  She 
scowled at me.  I felt worse.

There were lots of publicity shots of models with agents, executives and 
photographers.  Everyone kept their smiles firmly in place, so I 
couldn't tell who was pissed about what.  Jerry hovered over me.  He 
tried to take care of Pam, too, but she was moving around with the 
photographers taking pictures.  It became an informal party for a while.  
Wine flowed, but neither Pam nor I had any.  The nakedness and all the 
attention was getting me horny enough.

There was a photo hour when the ten models rotated among the ten invited 
photographers, five minutes of continuous shutter clicking for each.  A 
lot of the poses reminded me of me Program week and that made me horny 
some more.  One photographer must have been the boyfriend of the model 
rotating in front of me.  She glared when it was time for me to start 
with him.  He apologized and sent me away.  I figured some models had to 
be jealous of me, if not enemies.

My next stop was with Pam, so I went to her area early.  She was working 
with one of the models who got naked after the party started.  The model 
looked okay except for the bright red line her panties had left a little 
below her navel.  Pam looked her over and tried a few shots.

"You're getting a lot of attention above the waist, aren't you?" Pam 
asked the model.  "Its that ligature mark from the elastic you took off.  
Your legs are great.  I want them in the picture.  Try this ..."

I'll agree that the model's best parts are her legs, but that's being 
catty again, isn't it?  Pam had her hold her hands on her lower front 
with fingers pointing down onto her mound and her thumbs touching to 
cover the red mark.  Her upper arms were pushing her boobs into as much 
cleavage as the girl can do.  That picture came out really sexy and was 
picked as the best shot of that model.  In fact, Pam got three of the 
ten "bests," all of naked models.

She spent all her time with me on one pose.  She expected that every one 
was going with my full front and the little circle of red pubic hair.  
She wanted to get my back, front and smile at the same time.  I faced 
away from her, then twisted and arched my back.  I pulled my arms back 
and looked past my shoulder.  That shot got my butt, a profile of one 
boob and the top of the other, rippling muscles on my back and arms and 
more of a grimace than a smile.  I tried again with less pulling, 
arching and straining.  There's only the profile of one boob in the 
final shot, but I'm more relaxed and the smile is real.  I really do 
like my best friend taking pictures of me.  She really understands 
what's artistic and sexy at the same time.

Pam got her share of the attention, too.  Lots of the photographers, 
invited and press, wanted to talk to her in the next informal part.  She 
pumped them for tips and techniques and usually got them going.  They 
took her picture, too.  The informal part of the party was open for 
candid pictures.  I think Pam was in as many of those as I was.

Jerry took me aside and invited, "You have to see my new office.  It's 
mostly because of you.  I got the upgrade after you got all those 
bookings.  I represent quite a few models, Emily, but you have more 
earning potential than the rest of them put together."

I agreed to see his office and he took me up there - to the fifth floor.  
The office was huge with lots of plushy furniture.

"So this is a casting couch?" I teased and sprawled on it.

Jerry rolled his eyes and explained, "My job is to keep models happy and 
get them to work more.  You're not the one who has to keep me happy."

I sat up and he sat beside me - close beside me.  That made me wonder 
about what he'd just said.  He put his arm around me and ran his other 
hand up my leg.  The tingling ran ahead of his hand and I squirmed.  I 
thrust into his hand when it got close to my pussy.  That touch felt 
great and I gave a little squeal.  I turned toward him, clamped his hand 
between my legs and started nibbling his lips.

I had been building horniness all evening and his touches set me off.  
The touches were a little different than Shawn's, but still reminded me 
of him.  I felt Jerry's hand between my legs and the other found one of 
my boobs.  I twisted, squirmed and squealed.  One of my hands found the 
hard lump in his pants.  There was one way out that Shawn wouldn't have 
to worry about.

"My boyfriend wouldn't like us going too far, Jerry," I said as I 
started removing his jacket and tie.  "There is one way we do in school 
sometimes.  My friends call it the Emily special.  I don't want to get 
your good suit all messy, though.  It's gotta go."

I stripped him with a little of his help.  That guy keeps himself in 
pretty good shape.  I'm guessing an hour a day at a health club.  If I 
have to describe his cock, it's normal.  It's about the same size as 
Kelly's or Shawn's.  I gave it a lick and a kiss as I kneeled down to 
get his pants and boxers off.

When I stood up, he grabbed me into a hug and gave me a shot of his 
tongue.  That cock of his was up hard between us and felt like it was 
throbbing.

"This is unbelievable, Emily.  You're soooo hot.  Now what's this Emily 
special?" he asked.

I pushed him down so he was sitting on the couch.  I straddled one of 
his legs and lowered my pussy down onto it.  His hands were all over my 
front.  He was enjoying my big boobs and the soft curves of shoulders, 
sides and hips.  I was rubbing back and forth on his leg while I jacked 
his cock with my hand.  That's the way I did it with my Program partner, 
Dan.  We had a different reason for not fucking then, but the same 
alternative worked.

Rubbing my pussy on his leg worked better than when Dan was standing.  
Jerry's leg hit my clit from the beginning.  I worked him in until my 
inner labia were getting it, too.  I got all squealy and he was grunting 
when we both came at about the same time.

"Oh," I whined.  "We got your new couch all messy."

"No problem.  You should know that you're the only model I've dreamed 
about being on that couch with," he said as he stood up.  "Now I'll have 
the unforgettable dream of you being here naked and doing the Emily 
special."

We washed up in his private bathroom.  I took a wet towel to the couch 
and think I got it clean.  I sure did a better job at that than we do 
after classroom relief.  Jerry pitched in with a dry towel, then he 
tried to give me a kiss.  I let him peck me on the cheek, but didn't let 
him get too emotional.

He put his suit back on and took me back to the party in the lobby.  
There was more chit-chat and there were more pictures.  The invited 
photographers were asked to submit their best shot of each model.  The 
models then got to vote.  That's how Pam's pictures were picked.

The pilots were ready when we got back to the plane.  They had small but 
fancy snacks ready.

"Can't have you teens getting hungry, can we?" one said.

Pam and I went over all our impressions about the evening.  She told 
about taking her pictures and what she discussed with the other 
photographers.  She was proud they thought of her as one of them.  The 
pictures she took prove that she deserves that.  I told about modeling 
for all the photographers, pressure to work more and the time in Jerry's 
office.  She gets that an Emily special is just for relief and didn't 
have anything to do with my relationship with Shawn.

I tried to call Shawn the next day.  He said he was busy with enough 
homework for the whole weekend, but his voice really sounded pissed.

A week later, Jerry sent me a weekly fashion magazine.  It has an 
article about the party that shows some before and after shots of the 
models who had stripped after my example.  The article is titled, "Naked 
model beats pants off others."  It goes on about how I influenced all 
those others to strip, but still showed them up with my healthy body.  
This weekly uses "healthy" to mean strong, not as a euphemism for "fat."

It also showed some candids that include Pam and her entry shot.  The 
ten best pictures were published in the article, too.  We were both 
thrilled to see Pam's name on three of them, including mine.  Yes, she 
gave another little squeal when I showed the magazine around at school.  
Shawn wasn't so thrilled about the publicity and attention I was 
getting.  He got pissed again and didn't talk to me for the rest of the 
day.


Five Models


Mr. Allen invited Pam, Kelly and me to supper Wednesday evening just 
over two weeks ago.  That was strange.  Dan delivered the invitations, 
but was clear that his Dad was the one who wanted us there.  We cleared 
it with our parents and went home with Dan after football practice.

Karen and Mr. Allen were naked.  Dan stripped immediately and Pam's 
always bare.  Kelly and I followed suit.  Remember when Pam wrote about 
figuring out where Dan got his physique?  She's right.  I think I 
stared, too.

We all sat around the table eating and wondering what it was about.  We 
asked questions and prodded Mr. Allen.

He explained over dessert, "My marketing manager and the account exec 
from our advertising agency will be by in a little while.  They're 
whining about having to start our ad campaign a lot more slowly than we 
need.  I think I have a handle on the problem and you all are the 
solution.  I'd like you to sit around in here and eavesdrop on the 
meeting.  We'll be in the den right through that arch.  You'll be able 
to hear and still be out of sight."

We agreed, but were still a little puzzled.  What would this group of 
naked teens be the solution for?  We got our homework while we waited.

The dressed Mr. Allen greeted his associates and started the meeting in 
the room next to us.  The ad exec apologized for the airline schedule 
that made the meeting happen after hours.  Mr. Allen said he was 
actually glad.  He was probably glad that we could be there.  They were 
trying to plan an ad campaign for education and sports magazines.  They 
were falling flat for lack of models.  The ad agency's concept called 
for athletic young people to model all Sportech's products.  Healthy 
models are all the rage now, but there are very few of us.

We heard some papers shuffling, then "This redhead is the best model we 
can find, but she's only available for one week ... and that's 
overbooked."

There couldn't be that many athletic redheads who are only available for 
one week.  You know how I react when I start to understand compliments 
about myself.  My hand went over my mouth, I even giggled a little, then 
I started beaming with pride.

After some more paper shuffling, we heard, "Here's this other one shown 
in the article as a photographer.  The agency doesn't list her as model.  
These two would help, but we have room for as many as five if two of 
them are boys."

Pam got suspicious, too.  Dan had seen the magazine article.  Those two 
looked at each other and started to smile.  Kelly and Karen started 
counting on their fingers, mostly to communicate.  Mr. Allen must have 
thought the hook was set.  He came to the archway and beckoned us into 
the meeting.

The ad exec got this big-eyed open-mouth look when we all walked into 
the room.  I wasn't just walking.  I was prancing and showing off my 
model walk.  I had my head up, my chest out and walked with one foot in 
front of the other.  That gives my ass such a nice wiggle.   I bounced, 
too, to make my boobs jiggle.  Sure enough, there was my portfolio and 
the magazine issue we expected.  I threw Pam an elbow to be sure she saw 
them.  She was prancing a little, too, with that bright red blush and 
those hard nipples she gets.  Dan, Kelly and Karen were getting the 
idea, but weren't used to it yet.

The men's eyes flit from one of us to the other and from jiggly boobs to 
hard cocks to smooth shaven pussies.  They kept looking us up and down 
to take it all in.  Mr. Allen had a highly satisfied smile.  He'd just 
produced the five athletic young people the ad men had been whining for.

"Emily O'Connell!  They said you're not available," the ad exec 
exclaimed.

"I never said I'm only available one week.  I just won't travel or miss 
school.  It could work out great if you can get a photographer and all 
the clothes here on a weekend," I offered.

"Well, you better get your agent up to speed with that," he replied.  
"The rest of you are perfect, too.  Fionda?  Model or photographer?"

Pam gave the perfect answer, "I'll model for Sportech, but that's all.  
My body type only works for athletic wear and I won't work for their 
competitors.  It's a boyfriend thing."

Dan stepped up behind her, wrapped her in his arms and started kissing 
her ears and neck.  I think he really liked the idea.  Pam wriggled her 
ass to stimulate the hard cock in its crack.  I know Dan liked that 
idea.

"If we make you the Sportech Team, it will be exclusive.  Any problems 
with that?" the company marketing man asked.

Mr. Allen introduced his son, his daughter and Kelly, then said, "I 
can't speak for Kelly, but my kids damn well better not dream of working 
for a competitor."

Karen caught Kelly in a clinch and grabbed his dick in her hand.  Kelly 
couldn't answer while she had her tongue in his mouth, but did agree as 
soon as he could.

"I can do the serious athletic stuff for Sportech, but it's too late for 
swimsuits," I broke it to them.  "I'm already booked for several shows 
where the line includes popular, recreational swimwear.  That might not 
conflict, but I'll leave it up to you.

"You know you'll have to cover the missed potential if you take me out 
of any part of the market, right?  This is getting to be a negotiation.  
That's what I pay Jerry for.  We gotta call him."

I was talking about an exclusive contract.  I wouldn't be able to model 
anyone else's athletic wear.  With my body, that could be lucrative 
work.  My body with its perfect hourglass figure, smooth soft skin, firm 
rippling muscles and high powerful tits is just what shows off athletic 
wear best.  It's also a great body to make swimsuits look sexy.  That 
big part of the market would cost too much to take me out of, besides 
that's the part I expected to have the most fun doing.  Like Pam said in 
her journal, I always knew that stuff and only needed the Program to get 
used to showing it off.

"How about the rest of you?  Are you represented?" the ad exec asked.

The other four looked dumbfounded.  They'd never even thought of getting 
an agent.  We tried to call Jerry, but he didn't answer.  The voice mail 
said his cell phone was off.  That's okay.  There are times and places 
where phones are supposed to be turned off.  I asked to use a computer 
to send him an email, got Karen's cooperation and left the voice message 
for Jerry to check for that.

I put a quick explanation in the email.  I stressed that I hadn't tried 
to do his job and made the contact through school friends.  I also 
insisted that Jerry represent the other four "as a favor to me" which 
really left him little choice.  I pointed out Karen's email address for 
tonight and left him the Allens' phone number.

Karen and I rejoined the meeting.  They were talking about possible 
locations around town.  The marketing manager knew the pool complex and 
agreed about that.  It would be easy to set up as a real meet.  Mr. 
Allen was the only adult there who had seen the Lincoln gym.  Almost any 
high school gym would do.  Pam was saying that it would be easy to get a 
faculty sponsor to get us in at Lincoln.

Mr. Allen used a speaker phone when Jerry called.  He'd been to supper 
at a restaurant and was now back at work.  He had just sent contract 
documents for the other four teens.  He could speak for them after they 
printed, read, agreed, signed and sent back the contracts.  We dashed to 
Karen's room.  She printed copies of the contract.  They all read it and 
had a couple of questions I could answer.  Those contracts are the same 
as mine.  They signed.  Karen scanned the signature pages and emailed 
them back to Jerry.

Jerry liked the scans.  Those were clearer images than he usually gets 
from a fax.  He had an after thought that needed a little work.  He said 
he could speak for all of us, but the results were contingent on our 
parents signing all the contracts.  I had all that worked out and he 
understood that Kelly would have no problem.  Mr. Allen spoke for Dan 
and Karen.  Pam called her Mom at work and got her okay.  That satisfied 
him that we could get things signed.

We filled him in on the concept of doing the fashion shoots here and 
that we'd picked the locations already.  He seemed to get it that 
Sportech was already emotionally invested in the campaign and in us as 
models.  He set his starting prices accordingly - high.  He was working 
on the long-term exclusivity first.

We models, now it was official for the other four, left to let him do 
his job.  I thought that was a good idea at first.  We took our homework 
to the table by the pool.  Pam and Karen were jiggling their boobs at 
the boys with every gesture.  That wasn't really about homework.  The 
boys' hands got busy all over the girls' legs.  Dan took Pam to his room 
and Karen took Kelly to hers.  I knew exactly what that was about and 
really felt left out.  Biology and history almost worked to distract me 
from the thought of my friends getting great sex while I got none.

They took a long time.  That's normal for Pam and Dan even when they 
only do it once.  Kelly probably gave Karen two triples.  They joined me 
by the pool and Pam caught my forlorn look.  She whispered to Dan and he 
understood immediately.

The big guy picked me up out of the chair, sat on a lounge and perched 
me on one of his legs.  Pam had him pretty well satisfied, so we only 
did the Emily half of an Emily special.  He used his hands on my pussy 
to get me wet, then on my boobs.  I thrust and rubbed along his leg and 
he kept the thrilling sensations going all over my chest.  I really 
needed the relief and got off quickly.  Dan still appreciates my body 
because he was up hard by the end of my orgasm.

Mr. Allen called us back into the meeting.  The men's eyes were all over 
us again.  The boys' dicks were up again, but not as strained.  All 
three of us girls had swollen red pussies and it was obvious that we'd 
just been doing it.  Our boobs were engorged, too.  Pam was at the 
transition out of B and Karen and I are solid Cs.  We were even bigger 
and more puffy after the boys had worked us over.  The men smiled a lot.  
I think the sight of us reinforced their decisions.

They'd worked out a deal and we were the Sportech Team.  The ad agency 
was even going to make a splash about that - possibly in a TV ad if they 
could get someone locally to produce it.  They would try to get a 
nationally renown photographer here by the weekend, or it would have to 
be after my New York trip.  Jerry offered to get contracts ready for 
everyone the next day - before the end of the business day and by the 
time school was over.

The agent talked to each of us privately - with the phone speaker off.  
The guys gasped and the girls squealed.  That was over the money.  Jerry 
had arranged elite rates for all the others.  He told me that he finally 
gets the fine point about being available, but not traveling.  Sportech 
had to cover more market potential for me.  The exclusive contract ran 
into seven digits spread over four years and I'm still free to do 
designers' swimsuits.  I think I squealed about that, but don't really 
remember.

That's how Kelly got into my interest, modeling.  He didn't expect a big 
career, so he was persuaded to be exclusive to Sportech by the good 
money.  I think Pam did it more as a favor to Dan and his Dad.  She's so 
much more interested in the other side of the camera.

The Sportech and ad agency guys were all smiles.  They'll get their 
campaign started on schedule with models as good as they could ever 
dream of.  Jerry is getting the whopping commission that goes with his 
new office.  It looks like all nine people see winners everywhere.

Dan took us home and dropped Kelly and me off before Pam, of course.  I 
had my homework done, so I called Shawn.  That was mostly to tell him 
the news, but also to see if he wanted to do something about my re-grown 
horniness.  I was all bubbly and squealy about the new contract and the 
fashion shoots we were likely to have over the weekend.  The more I went 
on, the more quiet and sullen Shawn was.  Yep, he was pissed again.  
That's the time he said "Supermodel" like it was a curse.  His cold 
attitude took care of my horniness, but not in a sexy way.  I just 
wasn't in the mood anymore.

The next move happened around lunch the next day.  The ad exec called 
Mr. Allen and he called the school with a message for Dan that they had 
arranged a photographer.  Now we needed to arrange the places for the 
shoots.

We sweet-talked Coach Reeves into sponsoring us for access to the school 
over the weekend.  With her support, it was easy to get Mr. Carlson's 
approval.  We still had to pay to rent the place because it was a 
commercial event and we weren't allowed to show the school name or logo 
in any of the pictures.  Pam called her boss Mr. Schwartz and gave him a 
heads up, then called the Parks Department to rent the pools that were 
closed in the early evening.  They didn't actually replace Pam.  They 
just leave pools closed after six now that the weather gets cooler in 
the evening.  Sportech sent Mr. Silanski around to pay for all that and 
we thought we were set.

Five naked teens, the naked Coach Reeves, Mr. Allen, the marketing 
manager, the ad exec, the busy Mr. Silanski and a couple of others were 
standing around the school gym early Saturday afternoon.  We'd already 
finished hair, makeup and dressing for the first shot.  We were getting 
nervous because the photographer was a half hour late.  A van pulled 
into the parking lot with stacks of cases we could see through the 
windows.  A guy got out and just stood there with his cell phone to his 
ear.

This guy was short and round - spherical.  He was as wide and as deep as 
he was tall.  He finally ended his call and waddled into the school.  I 
like the way I jiggle.  I didn't like the way all of him jiggled as he 
struggled in from his van.  I could fully understand that he didn't 
carry any of his cases.  I could just see us, the five strong young 
models, going out to get them.

"This is a location venue?" he started with a hoarse, rasping voice.  
"And I suppose you're models.  Well, I don't have to care about wasting 
my time.  I got a real job - calendar shoot with a supermodel in New 
York.  I'm Christy's favorite photographer, ya know.  You miss out 
`cause I'm outta Hicksville."

We all stood with open mouths as he waddled back to his van.  He had 
dropped the name of a super who goes by only one name.  If he was right 
about a calendar, he could afford to lose the price of his plane ticket.  
He sure wasn't going to get any money from Sportech.

The ad exec said, "There's a reason that jerk was available on three 
days notice ... at the start of the season's shows ... to work a weekend 
... out of town.  He's hungry and he's gonna stay that way because he 
treats too many of us like that.

"I'll try to get someone else, but all the really good ones and most of 
the mediocre ones who will travel are busy."

"You've seen Emily's portfolio, haven't you?" Pam asked him.

"Yes, I have.  Your shot is great and so were the ones I saw a couple of 
weeks ago.  You could get a good name in the industry, but you don't 
have it yet ... not one that could command that sort of fee," he 
answered.

"I'm not talking about me or a big fee.  There are eight other 
photographers in that portfolio.  Take half his fee plus expenses and 
split it eight ways.  What could we offer some unknowns?" she pressed.

The boys and I knew where she was going with this.  We started trying to 
be persuasive.  I'm glad the men didn't get annoyed at us.  Mr. Allen 
got behind us.  That persuaded the ad guy to say he'd think it over for 
a few minutes.  I think he called around trying for some alternative.  
He finally came back and promised to offer $1000 each for up to eight 
photographers.

Coach Reeves and Pam went to the art room and found a roster of the 
photography club.  Pam and I called as many of them as we could.  We got 
six.  Patrick, Tom, LeVelle, Cass, Ginger and Harold were free that day 
and the next.  Cass had a catch, though.  She had to babysit Caitlin.  
You remember the little wannabe nudist?  Pam let the youngster come 
along.  I guess they get along pretty well.

They were all there an hour later with cameras and a little sister in 
tow.  We all helped with floodlights and a computer from the art room.  
The courts and stands would be the backdrop, so we didn't use any rolls 
of paper.

We worked through various clothes in Sportech's line, Program friendly 
and otherwise.

Dan got to wear football pads and that's all.  They came down around his 
chest.  Everyone got pictures down to his knees.  He started that one 
all up and hard, but the ad guy didn't think that big erection would 
work in an ad.  Dan glared at Pam.  That's where he got all the 
excitement - from her snuggling and putting his hands on her boobs.  She 
took him into the boys' locker room where Caitlin wouldn't dare follow.  
He was soft and ready and she was wiping her mouth when they came back 
out.

I modeled a white gymnastic leotard.  It had a high neckline and long 
sleeves.  The body came down to my leg joint and it covered my mound, 
pussy and ass completely.  When I first got it, the whole thing was a 
little lump of rumpled cloth that easily fit in the palm of one hand.  
That was one of the pictures.  That cloth stretched and stretched.  The 
leotard was perfectly skin tight when I got it on right.  It looked 
painted on.  I have no idea how that light color stretched so thin and 
you still couldn't see through it.  I guess that's what's so high tech 
about Sportech.

When we did the Program friendly uniforms, we had Pam and Karen jump on 
opposite sides of a volleyball net.  They were both wearing C cup tops.  
The shot from the referee's stand caught their rippling abs, chests and 
shoulders under their soft smooth skin.  Their big boobs looked great in 
the fishnet with their nipples and some skin bulging out.  Pam was 
looking a lot better than she did in September.  Those exploding boobs 
and soft skin have her looking hot and womanly, but a guy still has to 
like strong women to go for her.

Karen took a swing at a ball and Pam blocked her by reaching forward to 
put a roof over the hit.  Coach Reeves started salivating over Karen.  
I've only seen her look at Pam like that.

Pam noticed and said with a giggle, "Wait `til next year."

Caitlin was rather well behaved during all this.  She started sitting on 
the stands, just watching.  She stayed away from the naked boys and 
completely turned her back when Dan got that erection.  She felt better 
around the dressed photographers and started asking questions.  Patrick 
responded, so she kept after him.

I got to model the stringy cheerleading skirt with the naughty beads.  I 
hadn't tried one of those before.  Cass went to rescue Patrick while Pam 
was checking a picture in her camera.  Pam saw it coming and was the 
only one ready when I first tried to wiggle in that skirt.

I gave a little sway and the whole row of beads strummed across my clit.  
My knees gave way and my legs crossed.  I bent forward reaching both 
hands to my pussy and knocked my boobs all askew.  I looked at Pam with 
this wide-eyed smile that showed how I just got a very sexy surprise.  
She captured that just right.  It's already in ads in the dailies with 
the caption, "Do you know the secret of this skirt?"  

Pam was finished with her planned modeling by 3:30.  That's when her 
lifeguard training starts.  She jumped out of her last outfit, kissed 
Dan and ran out of there.  We'd see her at the pool.

Kelly and Karen modeled baseball and softball gear.  They showed all the 
layers starting with Kelly in a jockstrap.  One picture was looking 
right down in there to show how a protective cup fits.  The adults gave 
him a puzzled look.

"Aren't you self conscious about that shot?  It doesn't show anything 
but your package," the marketing manager asked.

"What?  I'm posing nearly naked for the rest of the shots and go around 
nude a lot," he answered.  "Besides, you really need a picture like 
this.  I had to put one of these on when I was little, about eight.  
Didn't know what it was all about and my Dad was all fumbling.  I think 
the cup should come with a picture like this."

Karen showed several bras and they both modeled sliders - spandex 
undershorts with pads to slide into base on.  The white shorts were 
stretched so thin that they were translucent and showed what they 
covered.  They finished with the normal tight-fitting pants and shirts 
and showed off the stretch and stitching in the Sportech style that 
gives extra free motion.

It was a little after five when we finished with enough clothes to call 
it a day at the gym.  We were also hungry.  Mr. Allen treated us all to 
our choice in the mall food court.  There was some staring at the naked 
models, but no complaints.  We were all smiles and courtesy.  We sat in 
three groups.  The adults - Mr. Allen, his execs, Mr. Silanski, the 
makeup and hair people - sat together.  Dan, Karen, Kelly and I sat with 
Ginger and Harold.  Most of our talk was about how the finished pictures 
were coming out on the computer.  Ginger and Harold acted as friendly 
with each other as Kelly and Karen.

Cass was actually supposed to take Caitlin out for supper.  They sat 
with Patrick and the rest of the photographers.  Patrick was nice to 
Caitlin, but I think he was nicer to Cass.  Yep, he had noticed her.  It 
was Cass' idea to sit with him.  She and Caitlin were both encouraging 
him.

We all went to the pool.  We found Pam talking with Officer Moore.  They 
were both all smiles.  I guess he didn't have any trouble over Pam's 
mistake.  Dan had a hamburger and fries for her and she inhaled them 
while the rest of us were getting the products to model.

Dan was more than spectacular in extremely brief briefs.  They barely 
covered most of his ass and would have held his dick in.  His erection 
was a problem, though.  The low-riding briefs would only hold that big 
thing if it's soft enough to tuck under.

"Ooh, dessert," said Pam as she finished her last fry.  "I need help 
with my suit, too.  C'mon."

Caitlin covered her eyes and whispered a squeaky, "Eww."

Pam pulled the delighted Dan into the locker room.  We heard some grunts 
and then the snapping of tight fabric being tugged into place.  They 
both emerged with their suits just right.  Pam was in her full-length 
competition suit.  This ad campaign was supposed to debut and feature 
that model.  Pam sure showed it off well and Sportech didn't have to 
make another one specially for a model.  Mr. Silanski had one of the 
short style that turned out to fit Kelly perfectly.  

Karen wore a conventional stretch tank suit.  Around Sportech people, we 
don't call that or Dan's a "Speedo".  Those suits were all spectacular 
on the fit, strong models.

Mr. Allen and his marketing guy explained that they weren't taking any 
chances with my contract.  I was sure to be able to do other designer's 
swimwear if I stayed out of Sportech's.  I dressed as a starter and only 
got in shots with the swimmers on the starting blocks.

There were shots of all the models in starting poses, diving, swimming 
different strokes and climbing out of the pool.  It was nice to have so 
many photographers working.  We finished all we needed at the pool in a 
little over an hour and wouldn't have to come back.

Dan invited all the models and photographers to a party at his house.  
Cass had to get Caitlin home and LeVelle had to do homework if he was 
going to work the next day.

I think Mr. Allen included the adults.  They went into a rec room where 
there's a bar and didn't bother us at all.

At Dan's suggestion, I called Shawn to see if he wanted to join us.  He 
made a feeble excuse and sounded pissed again.

All the teens went to the pool.  Five naked models jumped right in and 
started splashing around.  The dressed photographers got the idea - 
skinny dipping.  Their clothes came right off and they jumped in.  That 
gave us just enough of a glance to notice how much the boys needed 
relief.  Karen and Kelly got close, snuggled and kissed.  Dan and Pam 
were going at it just as much.  Ginger and Harold seemed to have 
something going between them, too.  Patrick and Tom directed their 
attention to me by default.  I didn't mind.

The three couples got more than a little aroused.  They got out of the 
pool and onto mats on the deck.  They were out of the conversations.  
Their tongues were busy with other things.  It got hot in the pool, too.  
Tom and Patrick said I'm the hottest model they've even seen pictures 
of.  That made me feel hot and so did all the sexy action going on 
around us.

I thought about Shawn right then and didn't exactly like my thoughts.  
He was having a lot of trouble with my work, all the attention I was 
getting and all the time I spent where I couldn't give him my attention.  
It may have been the erotic pressure at the time, but I decided that 
Shawn and I weren't going anywhere.  I might not be in a position to 
have any steady boyfriend.  Yep, that's when I decided Shawn was dumped.

"I sure hope you two want to go beyond the grope and tickle stage.  I'm 
horny," I prompted them.

They carried me out of the pool and laid me on a mat.  Tom used his 
hands on my legs and pussy.  I spread wide to let him at everything.  I 
was already dripping all over, so I didn't feel my juices start running.  
I felt the tingling excitement building up, though.  Patrick was rubbing 
my boobs, shoulders and face.  He was looking at me, too, with a lot of 
lust in his eyes.

When Tom lay on top of me, Patrick backed off.  That was okay because 
Tom filled me with his cock and indulged his own interest in my chest.  
He had me really ready and had a good motion.  He kept telling me how 
beautiful I am and how I'm a good lay, too.  That kept my mind occupied 
so I didn't think of Shawn even enough to compare him.

Tom's thrusts between my legs added to the compliments and to the moans 
and screams from the other couples.  I went into a squealy orgasm.  I 
finished that climax and Tom went off soon after.  He drove his cock in 
hard and held it there while it pulsed.

He really did need the relief and came quickly.  I don't wonder after he 
was taking pictures of us mostly naked all afternoon.  Photography is a 
harder job than most people realize with all the self control they have 
to use to stay professional.  I'm glad these guys realized we were at a 
high school orgy ... er, party ... and the photo shoot was over.

We relaxed for a minute or so after Tom rolled off me.  Patrick had 
started on my chest again.

"Damn, what a body," he whispered.

"You can have me, Patrick.  You worked hard all afternoon like a real 
professional.  This is party time," I invited.

"Hard is right," he said looking at his cock.  "And you're so much more 
tempting now.  That makes it tougher.  I'm trying to get started with a 
new girlfriend.  Screwing somebody else isn't a good way to start."

"Cass?" I guessed and he nodded.  "She knows about relief, doesn't she?"

"I'm not sure what she thinks of ... uungh!"

That's when my mouth clamped on his cock and I started sucking.  After a 
quick first stroke, I licked his cock all around.  He was moaning, 
grunting and thrusting it at me.  Yep, he needed the relief.  I got my 
lips around him again and bobbed my head up and down.  Each stroke 
pressed its head to the back of my mouth and my tongue worked around it 
when there was room.  My hands were stroking his ass, legs and that area 
below his navel.  He came suddenly and a lot sooner than I expected.  I 
felt the surge coming up his shaft and took him in as far as I could.  I 
swallowed and swallowed while he was moaning.

I'd surprised him with the whole blowjob, so I didn't complain about his 
surprising me when he came. I'd done a few blowjobs with Shawn and 
thought I did okay with them.  I was sure I did okay with this one.

The party lasted through some snacks and drinks, more swimming and 
another round of sex.  The pool deck was filled with moaning, squealing 
and screaming teens.  Patrick had seen the temptation coming, thanked 
Dan and left the party.  Tom didn't need prompting for that second 
round.  We were right with the rest.  He did me again and lasted a lot 
longer.  I came and came.  Finally, he did, too, and then stayed 
cuddling a little longer.  He got some warm snuggling and kisses for 
that.

The party broke up about midnight and most of us went home in whatever 
cars were around.  Pam stayed with Dan.  Karen and Kelly looked like 
they didn't want to separate.  Told ya those two were getting close.  
Tom stayed naked while he drove Kelly and me home.  My brother got it 
and went right into the house.  Tom and I exchanged goodnight kisses and 
I told him I liked doing it with him.  That brought his cock up again, 
and I teased him by grabbing it right there on my front porch.

We got back together after lunch Sunday.  Everyone was on time as we 
were all needed.  There was lots of Sportech equipment that had to be 
carried in from trucks, wrestled into place and then carried out.  We 
models would dress in uniforms for the sport, then pose using the 
equipment.  Some of us usually knew how to do a good job with each piece 
and good models can make any picture look good.

The photographers paired off to three stations.  One pair was 
remarkable.  Patrick and Cass were really hitting it off.  They had 
constant praise and encouragement for each other and a lot of smiles.

We staggered the hair, makeup and dressing to keep everyone busy.  The 
three stations worked to make up for Saturday's late start.  At the end, 
the photographers vanished to the art room, leaving us models to put 
away the last of the equipment.  The adults helped that time.

The photographers worked their color corrections, cropping and had their 
best shots ready to show.  They had the projector set up and seats ready 
for all of us when we got there.

The pictures were all great.  All six photographers had lots of pictures 
ready, all of commercial quality.  The shot of my surprise in the 
cheerleading skirt drew raves.  Ginger fingered Cass because it was in 
her camera.

"My camera, yes, but Pam took it," she responded and Pam blushed.

The ad exec pronounced the whole shoot a great success.  He had checks 
ready to pay all the photographers.  He saw the value of Pam's shot, so 
he had to get out his checkbook for her.  All the photographers were 
thrilled and gave oohs and aahs over the paychecks.  Models get paid by 
the agency after Jerry takes his cut.

Mr. Allen invited all of us to his place for a barbecue and swimming.  
Lots of us called home.  Only LeVelle had a problem.  He said he still 
hadn't finished his report and was already in trouble.  

Cass started to say something, then remembered the stories about the 
night before.  Lack of swimsuit would not be an excuse.  She didn't have 
Caitlin tagging along either.  The final stroke was when Patrick put his 
arm around her.  She smiled back at him and she called.  What she told 
Pam and me after was almost like she was asking for our help.

"I told mom all about Patrick and what I dreamed of him doing to me.  
Caitlin was eavesdropping and got caught when she screamed about what I 
was saying.  It was so explicit that I even shocked myself," she said.  
"Now, when I just called Mom, she gave an encouraging push.  She says 
that if I come home a virgin tonight, she'll march me right into the 
office at school tomorrow and put me in the Program."

"Nice way to lose it.  Patrick's cute and he's obviously into you," Pam 
encouraged her.

"Are you gonna have trouble with your hymen?" I asked from experience.

"Mom's a doctor?" Cass reminded us.

You remember Pam telling about Cass undressing slowly at the pool?  She 
started that way a little at Dan's, but got over it quickly.  She wasn't 
the last one in the pool.  Ten teens filled the pool with splashing, 
dunking and yelling so much that the adults didn't dare join us.  They 
sat around the grill while Mr. Allen cooked chicken and hamburgers.

We only got to a little bit of kissing before supper.  There were adults 
watching, after all.  There was a long moment between Patrick and Cass 
that ended in a kiss.  Same with Tom and me.  They were starting with 
emotions before the sex.  Tom and I were getting around to our feelings 
after a great sexy start.

Most of us got out of the pool holding hands or in each others' arms.  
All the girls' nipples were popped out and hard.  All the boys' cocks 
were stiffly erect.  Tom dried me off with a towel.  He rubbed me all 
over and we both enjoyed it.  My pussy wasn't exactly dry even after the 
toweling.

Cass was hanging around Patrick's neck with her legs around his waist 
when he carried her out.  The kissing was more intense than any of the 
rest of ours and she was wriggling her pussy against the head of his 
cock.  Those two were getting carried away and in a good way.

We ate the delicious food and talked about the photo shoot.  All the 
talk was about how good the shoot went and how good the ad campaign was 
going to be.

The adults vanished after supper.  We sat around talking and snuggling.  
We paired off and couples sat on lounges or on the deck.  There was lots 
of body contact, wrapped arms and tender kisses.  Pam and Dan, Kelly and 
Karen and Ginger and Harold acted like they'd been together for a long 
time.  Patrick and Cass acted like they'd just found each other and 
couldn't wait to explore everything.

Tom was really getting to me.  He was all attention and was using his 
hands in all the right places.  At the very least, he was trying to get 
another piece.   That was fine by me.  I was as ready as he was.  I 
climbed out of the lounge, put the mat on the deck and stretched out on 
it.  Tom was right there with hands on my boobs and his tongue in my 
mouth.

I gave him a big hint by wrapping my legs around his ass.  He wriggled 
and rubbed the head of his cock against my pussy.  I was getting more 
and more ready.  He took a break to use his hand on me.  That was so 
thoughtful.  He was ready and at my entrance.  He was back there soon 
enough and I was all wet and excited.  He slipped into me twice - his 
cock in my pussy and tongue in my mouth.  He lay on me wrapped in my 
legs, thrusting into my pussy and stroking my boobs.

I think we were the first couple to couple, but I'm not completely sure.  
I was all squeals and orgasms.  Tom and what he was doing to me filled 
my attention.  He lasted longer that time than the night before.  I had 
two orgasms and we came at the same time at the end.  Tom's really sexy 
and goes right for it with me.  Of course, I had something to do with us 
being the first couple to get it on.

By then, Dan and Pam had a good start and the other couples were 
screaming, moaning or squealing.  It was getting noisy.  Patrick and 
Cass were going at it as hard as any of the others.  The way Cass was 
gasping, wriggling and bucking, she was really enjoying her first time.  
When they finished, she had this smile that combined the thrilled joy of 
the sex with pride at having gone through with it.  She cuddled and 
kissed with Patrick for a long time - at least until Pam and Dan were 
finished.

Remember Dan's neighbors?  The ones who can see the pool from their 
window?  They were there again and all smiles.  No shocked faces or 
disapproving scowls.  They appeared to kiss, then disappear.

There was relaxing and there were showers.  The couples took delight in 
washing each other.  Tom was all over me, wiping, stroking and telling 
me how good I look and feel.  I showed him all the parts of him that I 
like, too.  That took a while, `cause that included all of him.

Cass stood there with a delighted smile while Patrick washed her.  She 
was a little more nervous when it came to washing him.  She did fine 
with his shoulders, chest and back.  She was slower going below his 
waist.  She did it, though.  She washed his ass then his balls and cock.  
She had another look of pride.

"This is so much fun," she told Pam and me.  "Now I'm gonna march myself 
into the office and volunteer for the Program."

We got some drinks and sat around relaxing some more.  Conversation got 
around to my trip.

"So what are you gonna wear to show off in the big city?" Pam asked.

I'd just been laid and was snuggling in Tom's arms.  That made me feel 
so sexy and confident that I decided the answer to that on the spot.

"Nothing, zip, nada.  New York is gonna see all of Emily.  I am so ready 
to strut it in the fashion world and with a bod like this, who needs 
clothes?" I answered with a sassy look and my chest thrust out as far as 
it goes.

Pam just nodded, but most of them smirked or leered.  I think they were 
imagining me walking along a busy street in the nude.  So was I, and I 
didn't mind.  I was imagining everyone admiring me.

We got in the water after that and played some games, mostly tag.  With 
that crowd, it was fairly easy to catch someone, so the game went around 
quickly.  Everyone made the expected noise and splashes.  We also made 
the expected eyes at each other when we got interested in sex again.  
Hey, it wouldn't be an orgy with only one round of fucking.

Tom and I weren't the first this time.  It was Cass and Patrick.  I 
think he unleashed a powerful force for the good of sex when he got her 
started.  I think they'd been playing around under the water and had her 
all the way ready.  She dropped onto the mat and pulled him on top of 
her.  The penetration and thrusting started right away.  She didn't 
wince like he was going in too soon.  Her smile and gasps were told us 
all that it was exactly what she wanted.

It only takes one to get a group like us started.  Karen was rising up 
and down on Kelly while they were still in the water.  She broke that 
off long enough to get onto a mat where she could enjoy his action.  Dan 
and Pam slapped big fistfuls of lube jelly on each other and started to 
wriggle together.  He still scares me, but she knows how to take him.

I didn't notice too much about the others, `cause that's when Tom swept 
me off my feet and carried me out of the pool.  He laid me on a mat and 
went to work with his tongue.  He licked my pussy while he reached 
around my legs and under my ass.  It worked.  I got wet and thrilled to 
the point of squealing again.  He must have learned.  That's my signal 
that I'm ready.  He slid up on top of me slowly, kissing his way up my 
body.  His hands, then his mouth, then his hands again paid lots of 
attention to my boobs.  He had my nipples hard and my pussy wet when he 
did the double penetration.  His kiss had lots of tongue and his cock 
filled my pussy.

He did slow strokes with just the right pressure at the end of each one.  
I was gasping, squealing and bucking.  My legs were wrapped around him 
and they tingled every time his ass moved.  His ass moved a lot as he 
kept going and going.  He could keep at the thrusting longer the second 
time each evening.  I got a triple orgasm by the time he came.

He also did a lot of cuddling after we recovered.  He started asking if 
I was ready to commit to a steady boyfriend.  I had to break it to him 
that I just broke up with Shawn and hadn't even told him yet.

"I'll take that as a no," he concluded.  "I'll keep coming around, 
though."

The party broke up a little after that.  We were all sexed out and 
needed sleep for school the next day.  Dan took Pam home.  Kelly was 
harder to pry off of Karen this time, but we did it.  Tom took us home 
again and he kissed me goodnight again.

That was so dreamy that I just laid on my bed, stared at the ceiling and 
relived being with him.  I slept then woke up with the same dream of 
making out with Tom.

The next time I saw Shawn, and the next time I even thought of him, was 
at lunch the next day.  Neither of us said much while we ate.  The rest 
of the table was talking about how the new Program participants were 
getting along.  Shawn and I sat alone in the courtyard and had the talk.

He actually started with, "I'm having trouble with your modeling, Emily.  
I know you're not going to give it up because you already know how I 
feel.  You're going to New York anyway.  I think we should be ... I 
think we're not ..."

"You're a great guy and you'll make a wonderful boyfriend for the right 
girl.  You don't think I'm that girl.  That's okay.  See.  It was easy 
to get started and it's not too hard to break up," I finished for him.  
"You wouldn't like trying to keep up with someone famous, but if I get 
there, remember that you had my virginity.  If they don't believe you 
when you brag, just have `em call me."

I leaned over, rubbed my boob against his arm and gave him a tender 
kiss.  He returned the kiss, then got up and went inside without saying 
anything else.


The Coat


It was after volleyball practice and weight training the next Wednesday.  
I was still naked from the shower and just hanging up my cell phone.  
Dan and Kelly came into the girls' locker room, dressed and ready to go 
home.  That's another result in the aftermath of a week in the Program.  
Participants feel welcome in both locker rooms after that.

Pam was at her locker a few feet away and was dragging a big box out of 
it.  The three of them were looking at me with canary-swallowing smiles 
and I got worried.  A couple more of the first-week participants, boys 
and girls and including Shawn started to gather around behind them.

"You and that hot, naked body are gonna give a great show in New York, 
Emily, but ..." Dan started.

"It gets cold there in the fall.  I can't stand the thought of you 
shivering even once," said Kelly.

"Here.  A present from us.  Snuggle in this when you don't have some 
guy's arms to be cozy in," Pam said as she gave me the box.

I fumbled the box.  It landed on the bench and flopped open.  It 
contained a coat with light tan suede outside and thick wool inside, on 
the collar and trim - sheerling - sheepskin with the natural wool still 
on it.  I pulled it out of the box.  It's full length.  No part of me 
gets cold in that coat even when I'm naked under it.

I tried it on.  It's warm - way too warm for indoors or our hot climate 
here.  It's cozy - I snuggled into the soft wool and just loved it.  I 
was thrilled - I squealed all through the `thank you.'

I had pulled the coat around me.  It's sort of form fitting with a tight 
waist and flared hips and chest.  It's actually kind of tight around my 
boobs.  When I let go, the boobs pushed it open to gain their freedom.  
It it's not buttoned or held, my boobs push the coat wide open and show 
my whole front.

That's how it was when I went through the thrilled, squealing, thankful 
kisses.  I hugged and kissed Kelly carefully.  I think I gave Dan and 
Pam some tongue.  I don't care.  I love them all.  Did I mention that I 
was thrilled to the point of squealing?

When I recovered, I told them about my phone calls.  Jerry had called to 
say that a publisher wanted me to do a calendar.  I got squealy again.  
It's to be the Emily O'Connell calendar - all about me - and I was gonna 
do it naked.  I'd get double my rate and a percent of the sales.  More 
importantly, it's a big step toward true supermodel status.  The trouble 
was that I had to get to New York early Saturday afternoon and the 
airlines just couldn't do that.  I'd have to leave Friday evening and 
miss the volleyball match.  I was already in trouble for planning to 
miss two of them.  The double rate was there just to get me to New York 
early.

I had just called the air charter service.  This shoot was well worth 
the extra cost.  They wouldn't take my reservation without a credit 
card, though.

"Can you help, please, Pam?  Can you use your credit card?  Just for the 
reservation.  I'll write a check when I get there," I begged.

Pam agreed readily and made a call.  She started to look seriously 
pissed at the end of it, then reported that she couldn't get a 
reservation.  Something about no planes left for Saturday.  She made 
another call, apparently to Mr. Weston.  She explained, listened and 
then thanked him profusely.  She mentioned that this was a business trip 
and I was more than willing to pay.

She reported, "He's the one who just made the last reservation.  He's 
going to Washington for something about TV stations.  You can ride along 
with him, then continue to New York.  You'll only have to pay for the 
Washington to New York part.  Leaves at 6 in the morning.  You are one 
lucky girl."

"Damn lucky to have a friend like you," I squealed and gave her another 
hug.

I stuffed my clothes in my bookbag and wore the coat all the way home - 
hanging open and showing my front.  Kelly rolled his eyes about all my 
sweating, but he was happy to walk with me.  Mom was shocked at first - 
at the coat, not the nakedness.  She understood and accepted the reason 
soon enough.  It took her and Dad a while longer to accept that much 
coat as a present from my brother and friends.