Date: Tue, 27 Jul 2004 18:57:20 EDT From: Louisamay1111@aol.com Subject: A Model Companion ch1 (Lesbian/Adult/youth) Well, I've tried it again, and now my NEW website is up! I hope it hangs around longer than the first -- _http://louisamay1111.tripod.com/_ (http://louisamay1111.tripod.com/) -- Tell your friends, or keep it to yourself, or whatever grooves you. But I'd love a note telling me what you think! "Valerie! Look, Lara, it's Valerie again!" Lara followed her mother into the small dressing room and dropped her rather heavy knapsack onto an empty chair by the door. "Hi, Valerie," she grinned, shy but happy to see the darkly pretty woman again. "Hey, Squirrel!" At the locker across from Lara's dressing table, Valerie had turned at their entrance. She seemed genuinely glad to see the girl. "So I guess it's you and me again, huh?" As Lara started to answer, her mother cut in. "Well, you two are so darling together, how could they NOT do another shoot?" She fussed with Lara's hair as the girl sat at her beauty station and took out various cosmetics from her voluminous bag. "And next I guess will be the Fall line, and then maybe a Christmas special. . ." Valerie sifted through the various outfits that hung, unascribed as yet, in a corner. "Well, I don't want to be counting any chickens. . ." "No, of course not." Lara's mother had taken out a hairbrush. "-- `Cause all of a sudden, you know, the powers that be decide thy're seeing too much of us-- " Lara gritted her teeth as her mother dragged the brush through her fine blond hair. "Two shoots? Too much? Well, that's just silly." "Mom. . .ow?" "Oh, I'm sorry, honey." She dropped the brush in her purse and patted the girl's head. "I get to feeling like I'm brushing Puffy!" She nodded to Valerie. "Dog." "Well, Puffy likes it. I don't." "I know, sweetie, I said I was sorry." The stoutish woman blew out her cheeks. She drummed a finger on Lara's dressing table. After a few moments, she made a decision. "Honey? You think you'd be alright if I hit Bloomie's for awhile?" "Uh-huh." "Sure? Because I don't have to--" Lara turned. "Really, Mom, yes. Yes. I'll be fine. Valerie's here." Her mother turned to Valerie. "Is that OK?" She shook her head. "Nope, sorry, not in my contract." She grinned. "Of COURSE it's OK, what the heck do you think?" "Well. . ." Lara's mother picked up her purse. "Thank you." "Hey, I'm just gonna be here working. So's she." "OK. Have fun, honey." She kissed the air by Lara's cheek and headed out the door. "I certainly will!" And she was gone. Lara stretched her arms out wide. "Aaaah! Free at last!" Valerie smiled. "A bit of a pill sometimes?" Lara made a face. "Sometimes!!" "Well, I've never been a Mom, and never the Mom of an eleven-year-old, so I can't do any judging." "Yeah but you've been a just-plain Person, and sometimes. . .ooooeeeeeyyyuuaaahh!" And fists and head came down on the table. "Oo-ee-yuh. Yes, definitely. Took the words right out of my mouth." "Hello ladies!" The door swung open and a small muscular bulldog of a woman strode in carrying a big box. "First outfit on the right. And now unders, unders." She held the box to her chest. "Light or white, and no colors." She turned to Valerie, who rummaged through the box and came up with a couple of lingerie packages. The bulldog swung over to Lara. "You?" Lara looked to Valerie, who translated. "Gotta have white or light-colored underwear for the shoot." "Oh. I think--" Lara peeled her jeans down to reveal a patch of pink. The bulldog shook her head. "Nope. Here you go." She dug into her box of tricks and produced a package. "Thong. Petite." "Thong?" Lara looked somewhat stricken. "Yep. Can't have any lines showing for them shorty-shorts. Gotta be smooth for that sexy little butt." Lara blushed hugely and took the package. "OK, Miss Manners, I think we have what we need." Valerie's one brow made its point. "Thank you ladies. Any questions I'll be in the shop down the hall." Bulldog bustled out. "A thong." Lara looked at the package as if it held narcotics. "No biggie. Been wearing them for a looong time." Valerie began changing. Lara did the same. She noticed that indeed, Valerie wore a white thong. "Why'd you take them from her box? You're already wearing what they wanted, aren't you?" Valerie smiled and winked. "Never pass up a free pair, right? It's not like they pay us enough anyway." "Ohh." Lara stood in her pink panties and training bra. Valerie couldn't help marvelling at what an amazingly pretty girl she was. And such skin! Just. . .perfect. "There's a batrhroom right around the corner, if you want to change in there." "Oh, no, I just. . ." Lara was gingerly opening the daunting package. She held the skimpy item in her hand. "I just never wore one of these before." "Like a bathing suit bottom, only smaller." She stood at the rack and perused the product. Lara found herself looking at the woman's back; the smooth muscles, and firm, womanly bottom. She liked looking at Valerie's bottom. Then, sighing, she stepped out of her panties. Valerie turned, with her own outfit, to see Lara, naked but for her bra and socks. She felt a little lurch in her belly, deep down. Wow, she thought. She's eleven, and I'm attracted. Hmm. She made sure not to stare, as the poor girl had enough on her experience plate at the moment. She concentrated on putting on her summer wear. "Oww. . ." As Lara stepped to the rack, she wriggled. "Feels weird?" Lara picked at the thong. "Not just that, it's. . ." She wiggled, and plucked, to no avail. She looked at Valerie. "See. . .I got a mosquito bite right. . ." "Ooh, yeah--" "I mean, it's right there, right on the . . .hole--" "Yike. That's one determined mosquito." "Yeah. . .but I scratched it, and it got kind of--" "Infected?" "No, I don't think so, just. . .really sore. And now. . ." And Lara tried plucking the material away again. "Well. . .I'll tell ya, I have this trick, from my Dancing Days." Valerie reached into her purse and brought out a jar of Vaseline. "Ta-da! Don't leave home without it." "That helps?" Lara stood, adorably, one hand holding the thong away from her bottom. "Some. Here." Lara took the jar. "Just smear a big gob on your pooper and it keeps it from chafing." "`Kay." Valerie busied herself with her outfit while Lara tried self-medicating. The woman smiled to herself as the girl made sounds of increasing frustration. Eventually, a small explosion. "OHHhh! I can't. . ." She let out a sigh. "I'm such a klutz." "What, honey?" Lara was near tears. "I just can't. . .put it on and hold the thong out at the same time." Valerie found herself taking a small breath. "Want some help?" "Can you do it?" "Easy-schmeasy. Turn around." Valerie swallowed and scooped up a creditable dollop of Vaseline. "Okay, just. . .open up a bit." A bit disorienting, this -- and, Wow, what is going ON here with me, she thought. Watching Lara reach back and use one hand to move the thong and the other to spread a cheek open. And there was the poor little mosquito-bitten area, pink on pink. And as Valerie's finger touched the goo to Lara's pert little asshole, the muscle tightened, and the little hole winked. Valerie tried to channel as much dry professionalism into her finger as she could as she painted the area with protective smear. "That should do it," she said, hearing a slight shakiness in her voice. She gave a small slap to the perfect cheek. "All done." Lara turned, her face and chest ablaze. What also endeared her to Valerie so strongly was how she dealt with the incident. "Well! THAT was the weirdest thing ever! You had to touch my BUTT! My. . .HOLE, even!! Eek! I am so embarrassed!!" Valerie grinned. "Hey, it wasn't so bad. Hardly stinky at all." "Aaaaah!" And Lara laughed into her hands, which covered her face. "No, really," and Valerie put a palm to Lar's face. "I know how it feels to chafe down there, and it's no fun. So, really, I'm glad I could help." Lara tilted her face into Valerie's palm and squeezed her wrist. "Me too. Thank you." "Yup." Valerie patted the cheek and let go. "Now let's see what goofy things they gave us to wear!" "Woo! I am Pooped!" Lara flopped into her chair. "Well, four outfits in one shoot." Valerie began shucking her clothes. "That's pushing it, even for them." She stepped out of the svelte black slacks, and unhooked her bra. "They just wanted to see how much they could get out of us without having to pay more." She tossed the bra in her bag and massaged her breasts. "Aaaah, relief!" Lara watched. It seemed her comfort level with Valerie had risen dramatically since the Vaseline Incident. "Your breasts are beautiful." Valerie smiled, and continued her massage. "Why thank you, sweetie. What a nice thing to say." "But I mean it." And she did. Valerie was the most beautiful woman Lara had ever seen, and now seeing her breasts just confirmed that. "Like you." "Oooh, keep it coming." "Wow, look at your nipples!" For all this massaging, and admiration, had aroused Valerie's dark nipples, and they were now at their distended length. "Yeah," said Valerie, looking down at them, "all this flattery turns them on." "They're like. . .I don't know, like little brown fingertips or something." Valerie smiled. "Or something, yes." Lara tilted her head to look. Her cheeks were slightly flushed. "Are they like, hard, or. ..like a balloon?" Valerie giggled low, and watched Lara watch her. She had a naughty inkling, then thought better of it. But watching little Lara, she re-thought, and decided. "Why don't you find out for yourself?" Lara's eyes widened. "Can I?" Valerie nodded. "Okay." With a shy grin, she stood and extended a fingertip. Valerie brought her own hands down to her sides and watched, fascinated, as Lara made her discovery. *Touch.* Just a tiny pressure, barely anything -- but it sent a wave of such force bolting through Valerie that she let out a low groan. "What??" Lara immediately recoiled, her face a picture of young concern. Valerie smiled, shaking her head. "No, no, it's nothing, it just felt really good, and I just. . .wasn't prepared for it." "My finger felt good on your nipple?" "Better than I thought it would. Really good." She took a deep breath. "So what's it feel like?" "Umm. . .Can I touch again?" "Umm. . .YES?" Lara smiled. "Good." Again the small finger extending towards the now-straining nipple, which had grown even longer after the first Touch. "Use both your fingers, squeeze it." "It's so Long!" breathed Lara, as she took hold of Valerie's dark nipple. *Squeeze.* "Ooh, it's hard AND soft!" *Squeeze-pulll* Valerie's eyes were half-shut. "Do both. Both, honey." Lara was fascinated, and quite excited herself. This was like a dream come true for her, even though she'd never had a dream like This. She was feeling closer to Valerie than she'd ever thought possible. And Valerie was making little humming noises as Lara squeezed both her nipples, and even circled them around in her fingers. "Ohh, WOOH!" Valerie's hands came up to Lara's arms, and gently pulled them away from her breasts. She'd already orgasmed once, the next would be . . .quite conspicuous. And she didn't want to scare the girl away. She didn't know WHAT she wanted, but it was way too soon for anything like that. "That felt good?" Lara was like a little puppy. "Ohh, Lara, that was way better than any massage I'VE ever had." "Oh, yay. I wanted to make it up to you for the Vaseline." "Well then, I hope you need Vaseline a lot more often!" Lara made a face. "Yike!!" As they dressed, and Lara was finally able to peel her thong from her crack ("Eeuuhh!"), and gratefully put back on her comfortable old pink panties, Valerie asked the girl if she'd like to spend an afternoon sometime, just shopping, or seeing a movie, or whatever. Lara's face positively lit up. "Are you kidding? That would be GREAT!" "We have to check with your Mom." "Oh, she loves to have some time to herself. That's what she always says, "I never have time to mySELF!" "Well, good then." Valerie planted a kiss on Lara's forehead, then touched her nose. "Let's keep all that Vaseline, Nipple-rub stuff to ourselves, OK?" Lara blushed and smiled; a confidante! She nodded eagerly. "OK, buddy, see you soon. Here's my phone number, you can give it to your Mom." "Or just keep it for myself." Princess. "Or that, yes." Another kiss, quick on the lips. "`Bye, love." Lara was breathless. "`Bye."