Mom nodded. “I’m blown away.”
“Me too!” Kelly replied. “When do you think you’ll be done?” she asked me.
I looked at the time; it was almost noon. “Let me take another look through to see which are keepers, but… I’ll probably have the best done by the end of today.”
“Good, then you’re staying for dinner,” Mom stated.
“Um, I’m not sure-”
“It’s lasagna.”
“I’m staying.” This should require no explanation other than she makes it from scratch.
Kelly stood up, stretching once more beside me. “Dad gonna be here?”
Mom shrugged lips tight. “We’ll see.” She headed off to the kitchen. “I’m gonna make lunch in the mean time.”
Kelly shook her head as she watched Mom leave.
“Hey Bro,” she whispered, “After they’re all done, can I still get copies of all of them?”
I shrugged. “I don’t see why not. I’ll put them in two separate folders for you.”
“Me too,” Mom called from the kitchen. I swear her hearing only got better over time.
“You got it,” I called back taking a seat in front of the computer. It was gonna be a long day.
Chapter 5.0
Over a week had passed and I was once again between gigs. A new sushi bar was opening and needed a photographer for promo shots and menu items. I had done a few before, but I always tend to forget how sometimes, you don’t really want to see the sausage being made, so to speak. But hey, the waitresses were cute and since my ‘Day at the Beach’, my shots have started to lean a bit more toward provocative. It was slightly strange to find yourself inspired by your mother’s lewd actions and then ask the same from others. There were no underwear shots, mind you, but somehow I was able to coax the impression of desire, all with innocent smiles.
The shoot went well and the owner was ecstatic all throughout, loving my ideas and giving me free reign. The girls were great too; one in particular caught my eye. Perhaps it was how she teasingly batted her eyes, or her quirky banter, I wasn’t sure. What I do know is that for the last week, I have been hungrier than ever and felt like I had been in a constant state of desire. Had I been working myself too much? I hadn’t dated, let alone messed around with a woman for over a year. My hormones seemed to have suddenly kicked back into gear as if I had been reliving puberty. My cock would spring to attention at the slightest hint of sexual nature, leading me to jerk off two, sometimes three times a day. I needed to get back out there. I needed to find a girl, figure out a way to make it work or at the very least, sow some oats by plowing her field. And this little dark haired beauty; my new playful model, oh how I’d love for it to be you.
It was the perfect motivation, and it looked like I already had an in. She was laughing at my jokes, and smiling when I caught her eye. This should be a cake walk, right? Well the problem is, I don’t know why, but at the end of the shoot, as soon as I turned the camera off, it’s like my confidence went right out the fucking window. All the words, all the sayings I practiced in my head just minutes before, vanished. I mean I had imagined the best lines in the world, perfect scenarios that all I had to do was walk right up and say them and she’d instantly beg me to fuck her right there on the counter, regardless of who was watching. Of course I didn’t really expect that to happen, but there seemed to be a part of me that felt it was within the realm of possibility.