By the time Shirley’s mother came home, the two girls were dressed and busy playing records as loud as they dared.
“Shirley, turn that down!” Mrs. Parker had to shout to make herself heard over the noise.
Reluctantly, Shirley rolled over and sat up. She got to her feet and padded over to the stereo and a moment later the music subsided.
“That’s better,” Mrs. Parker declared. “There’s another bag of groceries in the car. Bring it in, would you please?”
Barefoot, Shirley walked out to the car and returned a moment later with the bag. She put it down on the kitchen table and dashed into the living room.
“Hey, come here, quick. Paul, next door, has a new camera!”
Curious at the excitement, Mrs. Parker looked after the two girls as they scampered out the door. She saw their next door neighbor, Paul Bennett, a camera around his neck, busy photographing the reflections in a pool of water in the street.
“Hi, Paul!” Shirley suddenly became shy as she approached the man. “This is my friend, Julie.”
Paul looked up and his ice-blue eyes seemed to punch two holes in Julie’s tummy—or at least it felt like that to the teen-ager.
“Hello, Shirley’s friend, Julie.” He smiled and Julie tried to smile back.
“What’re doing, Paul?” Shirley squatted down beside him, forgetting that she didn’t have any panties on. Her skirt slid up and Julie could see her crotch, and she knew Paul could, if he looked.
“Right now, I’m waiting for you to move, Shirley. You’re blocking my light.” Paul seemed to ignore her lack of panties.
Shirley apologized and moved around to the other side, still watching him.
Paul smiled at her and then stood up. He backed up a couple of steps, focussed on Shirley, and took a picture.
“Hey, that’s not fair!” Shirley giggled.
Paul ignored her and continued taking pictures. Julie wanted to remind Shirley she didn’t have any panties on, but couldn’t think how.
Shirley, still giggling, turned and twisted, first one way and then the other. Finally she sat down on the concrete and rested her chin on her knees, her hands at her sides. Julie stared in horrified fascination at the gaping pink slash of her friend’s cunt, completely naked and exposed, and there was nothing she could do!
“Okay, that’s it. I’m out of film. I’ll give you a couple of prints sometime next week.” Paul smiled at Shirley, nodded at Julie and then went into his house.
“Hey, free photos!” Shirley exulted.
“You didn’t have any panties on!” Julie hissed.
Shirley’s smile vanished and she started to look, but thought better of it. Without saying another word, she hurried into the house, Julie right behind her.
In the privacy of her bedroom, Shirley pulled up her skirt and looked at her naked pussy. She was near tears with embarrassment.
“What am I gonna do?” she appealed to Julie.
“Look, Shirley, I gotta get going, but maybe I can figure something out. Okay?” Julie gave her one last friendly hug and got up.
“Yeah. See you tomorrow,” Shirley sniffed.
Outside Shirley’s house, Julie stood for a moment, looking at the street. Finally she made up her mind and instead of heading home, walked next door and rang the bell.
A tall, blonde woman, dressed in a halter and shorts answered the door.
“Yes?”
“Could, could I talk to Paul for a second, please?” Julie knew her face was pink with embarrassment.
Paul came to the door, a drink in his hand.
“Well! Shirley’s friend, Julie. What brings you here?”
“Those pictures you took of Shirley? Don’t print them, please.”
Paul took a sip of his drink and his blue eyes seemed to look right through Julie.
“Why not?”
“She didn’t have any panties on, and…” Julie trailed off and bent her head in shame.
Paul chuckled. “Julie, come in for a moment.”
Reluctantly, Julie stepped inside and Paul closed the door behind her.
The blonde woman looked up from an overstuffed chair in one corner of the room. She smiled at Julie and then raised her eyebrows at Paul in a question.
“Problems with the photos I took of Shirley. Absence of underclothing which, Julie feels, might be noticeable in the negatives.”
The blonde woman nodded. “You’ve got some of the party on that roll. You can’t just toss it out.”
Julie looked nervously from one to the other as they spoke. She felt as though she ought to run away like mad, but she wanted to be sure Shirley was protected.
“Tell you what, Julie. I’ll develop the film and cut off all the stuff of Shirley. In fact, I’ll give you the negatives and you can give them to her. How would that be?”
Julie smiled and nodded her thanks, still too embarrassed to speak.
“Being photographed naked isn’t a deadly sin, Julie.” The blonde woman smiled. “If I had a dollar for every photo Paul has taken of me naked, I’d be very, very rich indeed.”
Julie didn’t know what to say to that, and just smiled politely.
“Well, I’ll process the film and be back in due course.” Paul went into the back of the house.
Julie watched him until he was out of sight and then looked at the blonde woman. She waved a hand toward another chair, and Julie sat down, keeping her eyes on the rug.
“Julie, would you like to look at some photos Paul took of me?”
“I guess so,” Julie said uncertainly.
The blonde woman got down a big photo album from one of the book cases. She sat on the floor and Julie knelt down beside her.
“My name is Fran, Julie.”
Julie gave her a quick, uncertain smile in return. “Now, let’s see. This was taken at the Grand Canyon just after sunset, I think,” Fran mused. She opened the book and Julie looked at the large color photograph.
There was a naked figure in the foreground. It was undoubtedly Fran, but she didn’t have any clothing on, and, to Julie’s surprise, her pussy was as naked as a baby’s, there was no hair at all.
Julie looked at Fran, but she was concentrating on the photograph and didn’t see the girl’s glance.
“It’s very nice,” Julie said faintly.
Fran turned the page and Julie gasped. It was another color photograph, but this time it was, an extreme close-up of a woman’s crotch. It was hairless, and Julie could see how wet the pussy lips were.
“He took that shot just after he fucked me, so I was nice and wet for the photo. It was a lot of fun,” Fran mused.
Julie wriggled. The idea of seeing someone’s body like that made her uncomfortable.
“What did you say?” Julie asked abruptly.
“Huh? Oh, I said Paul took that right after we’d fucked.” Fran smiled at Julie. “Does the word bother you?”
Julie shrugged. “I don’t know,” she confessed, “I don’t know what it means.”
Fran smiled. “Have your parents talked to you about sex, Julie?”
Julie, blushing, nodded. “Yeah, sorta.”
Fran put a friendly arm around Julie’s shoulders and gave her a little hug. “What happenes when a man and a woman have sex?”
“You know what happens,” Julie wiggled uncomfortably.
“Yes, but I want you to tell me what you think happens.”
Julie stammered and stuttered for a moment and then said, “The man’s thing gets all hard and stuff and he sticks it in the woman’s nookie and after a while he squirts some stuff into her and then she’s pregnant.”
Fran controlled her impulse to laugh.
“There’s a lot more then that, Julie. There’s hugging and kissing and touching and being together, and sometimes that’s more important than the actual fucking itself. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
Fran turned the page again. Julie blinked and felt her stomach turn over with lust. There was Fran, naked as in all the other photos, but she wasn’t alone. Paul was there, too, and his thing was sticking out right toward Fran’s gaping pussy hole.