I never wore heels when I worked; I wasn’t gifted with balance to pull off pumps and picture-taking. While people hire photographers to be artistic ...nd different, they aren’t about to shell out a few thousand dollars for their daughters portfolio shots if the photographer shows up in scrubby sweatpants and a holey tee-shirt and nerdy glasses. I looked in my full length mirror at my body. Clad only in my flesh colored Victoria Secrets full coverage bra in size 34C and a medium white lace and. We could give each other makeovers, talk about guys, maybe even get drunk offher parents alcohol. I arrived at her house about five and we spent the next few hours in the livingroom watching some of Kristen?s dvds and working our way through her daddy?swine cabinet. I hadn?t eaten and could feel the wine was going straight to myhead, but I didn?t want to look like a lightweight in front of Kristen andbelittle myself. Kristen on the other hand was handling the wine without anyproblems and I. "You mean invite someone over for dinner?" I ask, keeping my eyes on her face instead of her nipples, as they try to poke through the thin material of her shirt. "No... not dinner." She stammers. "You know, invite someone to my room... after a date." She says, her eyes on her lap, instead of looking at me. "Oh!" I say. "Sorry, I misunderstood." Reaching over, I lift her chin with my fingers, making her look at me. "Connie, this is your home, now. You're an adult. Of course you can invite. I opened my eyes to see him gazing down my open shirt. I had forgotten I was so exposed to him.His hand traveled down my neck and, joined by the other, traced the curves of my breasts through my open shirt. He cupped my breasts and teasing my painfully hard nipples. My breathing became shallow when he slid the shirt off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I stood completely naked in dim light, leaning against a pole, in full view of him. I could no longer take this slow teasing torture..