I'm reposting because of the "Salon After Dark".  I hop[e my faithful readers won't be too supset with me.

I’m going to try something different in this story-I’m going to have footnotes at the end of the story so, to get certain details, you’ll have to scroll to the bottom.  I assure you, you won’t mind it much.

Anyway, I was invited to another party at my girlfriend’s house (I had turned 17 at the time), but this one was a bit more dressy.  I, lacking anything that most people would consider dressy, chose to wear a denim mini, a cowgirl blouse with mother of pearl snap buttons, and a pair of sandals.  That was about as dressy as I could get.  My best friend offered me some of her clothing, but I was too embarrassed to accept it.

So, a little more information for you.  My best friend was already doing nude poses for the art classes and had convinced me to do the same when I turned 18.  (See Footnote 1) I agreed, but decided to work with the photographers.  The sessions would be over quicker, I decided.  

Also, it was around this time that I gave up on panties.  (See Footnote 2)

I had been quite aware that my best friend’s father gave me a very close once over every time I showed up my GF’s house, especially when we hung out at the pool in our tiny bikinis.  He also was quite attentive when I came down for breakfast when I stayed over, which I did a lot. (See Footnote 3)

I was probably already in love with Clifford (See Footnote 4) when the party took place.  While he rarely talked to me when I was staying over, he was quite talkative at the party.  “So,” he said.  “(GF) tells me that you’re going to minor in film.  Is that correct?”

I (giggling) said, “Yes.”

“So,” Clifford said.  “What’s your favorite film?”

“Oh,” I stammered (embarrassed by my lack of film knowledge), “You know-Kurosawa, uh…” (See Footnote 5)

He got close to me and whispered, “Do you wanna see something cool?”

“Sure,” I said, not knowing or caring what he was talking about.

“Follow me,” he said, “but at a distance.”

He kind of strolled through the partiers, pausing on occasion, while I hung back, looking for (GF) while I followed him.  I was nervous, that’s for sure, and probably thought that if I saw GF I would have stopped following him.  But then again, probably not.

Eventually he led me up a flight of stairs into a dark room.  “This is my own theater,” he said.  “I just had it installed.  Projector system, eight speakers, reclining chairs.  I mean, it just got finished.  Didn’t (GF) tell you?”

“She…uh…mentioned something…” I was starting to hyperventilate, being alone with him in such a dark place and all.

“You can some here anytime you want and you and…(GF)…can watch anything you want.”

“Oh,” I said.  “Thank you.”

Then the seduction began.  Clifford ran his hand down the side of my cheek and said, “Do you know you’re very beautiful?”

“I…I…”  I could barely speak.

“Do these,” he asked, tugging on a snap, “just…oops.”

Yes, he popped open a snap.  And then another.  And another.  I think he was waiting for me to tell him to stop, but I never did.  I just stood still, shaking with anticipation.  When my blouse was open to the waist, he drew me to him and kissed me.  I responded-boy, did I respond.

He pushed my blouse over my shoulders and I shrugged it to the floor.  I felt his hand fumbling on my back.  I felt him unbutton the top of my skirt.  I felt my zipper go down and then my skirt go down.  In a few seconds, I was standing naked in front of him.

“No panties,” he said.

“They just get in the way,” I said.  (See Footnote 6)

“Jesus,” Clifford whispered.  “You are incredibly beautiful.  C’mere.   Have a seat.  Lean back.  I want to do something.”

Still shaking, I sat in one of the movie theatre seats and leaned back.  Way back!  Not only did the seats recline, but when you pushed back the seat moved forward.  I was almost prone by the time Clifford dropped to his knees and buried his face between my legs.

I came instantly.  Then, when his tongue touched my anus, I came again.  No one had ever done that to me before.  Ever!  (See Footnote 7) I slid further forward, wrapped my legs around Clifford’s head and squeezed hard, my orgasm just going on and on.  Then Clifford (this is my guess) decided that I had been satisfied.  He stood up, unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.  “You’re turn,” he said.  I was very happy to oblige but somewhat surprised by the lack of force of his ejaculation.  Nonetheless, I was thrilled that I pleased him so.

We got dressed in a hurry.  He gave me two hundred dollars and told me to get a hotel room on the next Friday.  We were going to get together and fuck!

I paced up and down in the hotel room wearing nothing but a long tee shirt, one that barely covered my pubic area.  When Clifford arrived, I jumped on the bed, watched while he undressed, spread my legs and lifted my arms to welcome him into me, moaning when he jammed his cock into me.

And then…after about thirty seconds…he got soft.

I, of course, blamed myself.  Obviously I didn’t feel good to him.  I was mortified.  But he sighed and told me that he had a problem performing.  Oral sex was one thing, but regular sex was a problem.  He offered to eat my pussy and I let him, but I really wasn’t in the mood and faked an orgasm.  Yes, my first faked orgasm at age 17.  Then I gave him a blow job.  While I sat in a daze wondering what in the world I was doing in a hotel with my GF’s father, I heard click-whirr-snap.  Clifford, a stupid grin on his face, was waving a Polaroid (see Footnote 8) picture in the air to dry it.  

I, stunned, cried, “What are you doing?”

“Well,” he said.  “I really can’t take a picture and send it out for processing, can I?”  What an idiot!  He obviously thought it was okay for him to take a picture of me in the nude! 

I grabbed the picture from him and asked him nicely to leave.  After he did, I cried and cried.  What a little fool I had been.  I’ve kept the photo in a shoebox all these years.  Why, I don’t know.  Here it is.

A year or so later I told my GF.  She got mad at me!  At me!  That was the end of the friendship.

Next story-the big-boobed blonde and me.

Footnote 1: My GF posed nude to infuriate her parents, and she succeeded quite well.  She certainly didn’t need the money. 

Footnote 2: After becoming seriously interested in having a lot of sex I, to make myself sexier,  started to wear tiny lacy undies, the kind with little hearts or bunnies in the front, the kind that were almost transparent.  Unfortunately, my mother discovered them.  In her fractured English she screamed, “What is-u zis?  Are you a srut-u?  You are a srut-u!  You disgust-u me!” OMG.  The shame I felt.  So, to meet her demands not to wear undies like that, I decided not to wear undies at all.  It’s only in the last year or so that I allowed myself to forget that shame and start wearing panties again.

Footnote 3: When I stayed at my GF’s house, we slept in the same bed.  Her parents objected but GF whined, “But she’s my friend.  We just wanna hang out.” Of course we had sex, albeit clumsy sex, but we more or less kept that a secret.  My GF and I started having sex on a whim.  It was all giggly at the time, but soon we really got into it.  It was a great way to relax.   It’s not like we were romantic involved or anything.  It was just sex.  Anyway, my morning outfit when I stayed over consisted of a tee shirt and shorts-a flimsy tee shirt.  My girlfriend’s outfit was the same although, since it was her house, she sometimes just wore panties.  I admit to being a bit concerned about the looks her father gave her, but I’m certain that he was just a letch and not inclined to incest. Based on her clearly stated disgust with her parents, I’m pretty sure my GF wasn’t.

Footnote 4: I’m not saying that his name was Clifford, or that his last name ended in “W”, or that my GF lived just outside of West Lake Hills.  In any event, I thought he was the coolest person in the world-tall, handsome, wonderful drawl, salt and pepper hair and rich.   Sigh!   

Footnote 5: I wanted to minor in film because a cute Asian guy I liked was a film major.  I watched a dozen or so Kurosawa films with him as he explained them all to me.  He turned out to be gay, but I was ultimately hooked on film interpretation and criticism. 

Footnote 6:  It was the first thing that popped into my mind. I was not about to go into detail about my mother.

Footnote 7:  When GF and I got together again, I said, “Lick my ass.”  She was like-what!  I asked her again.  I had never seen her so excited before!

Footnote 8:  I’m pretty sure that digital cameras were not generally available at the time and, in addition, I’m not sure it was actually a Polaroid camera.  It could have been another brand.  I’ve noticed, even when I took pictures with cameras like that, I always cut the head off the person when I was close up.  Same thing with my cell phone.  We have a great digital camera, but we use it so rarely the batteries are usually dead when we try.  If you’re excited about having your husband snap a sexy photo of you (or vice versa) that can be a mood killer.  Since our cell phones are always charged, we still use those most often for spontaneous photos and live with the lack of quality and the occasional lopped off head.