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When I Was A Kid
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Lesbian Female / 51
My Partner's Pictures
In the summer of 1985 I went to a church camp in South Carolina. I was going to be a freshman in the fall, most of the girls were either rising freshmen or rising eighth graders. We were in four girl dorm rooms, two bunkbeds, one shared bathroom for the other room in the suite, 8 girls, one toilet.
I made friends with a girl from Marshal, Texas. She was a country girl, black hair, blue eyes, athletic, with real hips and tits. She did not look 16. One evening after dinner she came to my bed and got under the blanket with me, pulled the blanket over our heads and with a small flashlight she showed me a picture of herself naked leaning back on a tree trunk.
I learned that a man took her pictures and paid her to pose. That's how she had paid for camp. She left the picture with me when she went back to her bed. I slept with her under my pillow. I slowly fell in love with her. From her home she mailed me updated pictures, more softcore than hardcore, but some distinctly giving me a full view of her j*wel.
It was not until the following summer that I saw her again. She invited me to her home. Her parents were true country folks, she had a younger sister, she had her drivers license and we rode all over town, out to the photographer's house. He had many girls, most older, a few pretty girls our age. I never posed, it was enough to have my friend's pictures which I kept in a suitcase in my closet.
That summer I declared my feelings to her. She sighed and let me hug her. We made love girl style, awkward and anxious, but we made love. For the rest of my high school we corresponded, she came to my house in New Jersey, I received her pictures, dozens of them. We went to college together. We ran off to New York together. She modeled for a while, quit the nude business, and settled into an accounting job for a medical supply company.
Me, I stayed in love, opened my own hair dressing studio and here we are. Her many nudes of those days are in a locked case in our attic. If someone finds them we will be in trouble for these pictures of an adventurous young girl.
I made friends with a girl from Marshal, Texas. She was a country girl, black hair, blue eyes, athletic, with real hips and tits. She did not look 16. One evening after dinner she came to my bed and got under the blanket with me, pulled the blanket over our heads and with a small flashlight she showed me a picture of herself naked leaning back on a tree trunk.
I learned that a man took her pictures and paid her to pose. That's how she had paid for camp. She left the picture with me when she went back to her bed. I slept with her under my pillow. I slowly fell in love with her. From her home she mailed me updated pictures, more softcore than hardcore, but some distinctly giving me a full view of her j*wel.
It was not until the following summer that I saw her again. She invited me to her home. Her parents were true country folks, she had a younger sister, she had her drivers license and we rode all over town, out to the photographer's house. He had many girls, most older, a few pretty girls our age. I never posed, it was enough to have my friend's pictures which I kept in a suitcase in my closet.
That summer I declared my feelings to her. She sighed and let me hug her. We made love girl style, awkward and anxious, but we made love. For the rest of my high school we corresponded, she came to my house in New Jersey, I received her pictures, dozens of them. We went to college together. We ran off to New York together. She modeled for a while, quit the nude business, and settled into an accounting job for a medical supply company.
Me, I stayed in love, opened my own hair dressing studio and here we are. Her many nudes of those days are in a locked case in our attic. If someone finds them we will be in trouble for these pictures of an adventurous young girl.
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