The Photo Shop - The Epilogue

(The twelfth -- and final -- in a weekly series)

Sammy

"So," Sammy said on the morning of Luna's second and final final-last-day in the shop. Luna had filled in one more time than planned to allow Sue to visit her niece's baby shower. "I hear I've been pimped out by my wife."

"Yes. I'm sorry about that," Luna smiled. Something had changed, though. There was no warm embrace, no longing kiss that Luna used to have when alone with Sammy for the first time on any given day. "When are you free?"

"Tomorrow night?" Sammy shrugged.

"Okay. That suits me."

With no one in the store, Luna took off her clothes and walked out back to the costume storage room. Not worrying about her reputation anymore, Luna found and put on a cooking apron. From the front it was borderline okay, from the side it was inappropriate and from the rear, it was just plain naked. Sammy said nothing when she came back to the counter. He said nothing again each time a customer came in. Depending on who it was, Luna would take different approaches. To youngsters or suspected prudes, she would face them one hundred percent of the time. For guys that looked like they might appreciate the sight of bare pussy lips between the cheeks of a cute teenage ass, Luna would turn and bend to find something. For everyone else, they got something in between depending on how Luna predicted they might react. Mostly she got it right. She may have pegged one guy for straight when Sammy thought he was gay, but the guy politely complimented her anyway. Sammy himself touched and fingered Luna when the store was empty - plus the one time a particular guy asked if he could watch Sammy do it to her - but the edge had definitely gone off their relationship. Sammy sensed that Luna had been run through by another guy since last they had sex, but knew it wasn't his place to ask.

As it was her last day in the store, Luna took a trip down nostalgia lane, laying back on the studio bed and letting Sammy climb onto her and cum in her. They even kissed. But it was a wind-down moment, like those last disjoint splatters of notes that come from a music box before it finally falls silent.

"Where do you want to go tomorrow night?" Sammy asked as he gave Luna a lift home.

"Nowhere," Luna answered.

"Oh," Sammy said dejectedly. He'd half expected that answer when he'd asked the question. His time with Luna had run out.

"I wanna stay at home."

"I get it," Sammy said, being as grownup as he could in his disappointment.

"And you're going to sneak in."

"What?"

"I want to spend the night in my own bed," Luna said.

"With me?"

"Yes, of course."

"At grandma's?"

"Yes."

Sammy looked at her as if she had gone mad.

"Isn't that asking for trouble?"

"No. I can sneak you in, and out. Grandma never comes upstairs. You just need to fuck me quietly."

"Why? What's the point? Why don't we just go to a hotel?"

"Nope," Luna said politely but assuredly. "For eighteen years I've never had a man in my own bed. Just once I wanna be naked in my own room in my own bedsheets as a guy puts his cock in me."

Sammy looked at her to see if she was serious, then laughed when he saw she was.

"You know if we get caught, grandma will burn my house down."

"We won't get caught."

"Geez, Luna, you are a...."

"What? I'm a what?"

"An interesting person. Okay. I'll come over and fuck you in your bed. What time?"

"After dinner? 7:45? When grandma is out back with her TV, I'll call you and let you in the front door. I'll say I'm going to take a shower then go up for the night, then we'll take a shower together and go up for the night."

"Holy shit, you are seriously naughty,"

"Come on. It will be fun."

"You know I'm way too old for this particular brand of fun, right?"

"I'll be upstairs in my room, naked with my legs open waiting for anyone who comes along to fuck me, so that can be you or not you, you can decide."

"Fine. I'll be hiding in a bush out front of your house at seven forty-five, waiting for your call."

"Good man," Luna said, kissing him goodnight.

As much as it might make for wonderful drama if they'd been caught by grandma, they weren't. In fact, it was so easy, Luna wondered why she hadn't tried it earlier. The bathroom was near the downstairs stairs and had a lock and a big walk-in shower - perfect for being fucked while holding the tiles. And with Luna checking the hall carefully, Sammy could easily get to the stairs and quietly step up to the loft. And with the radio distorting the sounds from upstairs, although the sex may have started quietly, it didn't stay that way. Luna couldn't help squealing - Sammy wasn't the master Raymond was, but he was close. He knew how to fuck Luna to orgasm.

"You groomed me," Luna said, laying naked in his arms after a long successful mating. Cum seeped from her hole, over her thighs, and into the sheets and mattress.

"Is it better to be the first one to bag you or to be the last, huh?" Sammy philosophized. "Some guys get hung up on wanting to be their woman's first and last fuck, right?"

"Too late for me for that," Luba said, kissing his neck and ear.

"Do you feel bad?"

"Do I look like I feel bad?"

"You look like a girl who likes cock," Sammy conceded.

"Adores cock," Luna corrected him, tongue in his ear.

"Do you think, let's say you're living in a dorm somewhere as you study, would you prefer to have a great guy's great cock every day, or would rather have a different great cock every day."

"Different one every day," Luna said without hesitation.

"Oh yeah? Why are you so certain?"

"I'm too young to act married. There will be plenty of time to act married after I'm married... if anyone would ever marry me."

"Yeah? Then you'll break a lot of hearts," Sammy warned.

"Maybe. But lots of guys will be happy just to get into my pants, don't you think? Would you rather have a one-night stand doing what you want to me, or nothing at all?"

"I tried very hard to have nothing at all. But you and my wife conspired against me."

"We made you fuck me, huh?" Luna smiled. "Take my virginity. Set me on the path to being a whore."

"Yes. I was the victim," Sammy tried to say. "I said no. You guys made me."

"You didn't look like you were suffering when you ejaculated in me. You looked like you were having fun."

"Guys can fake it, too."

"Uh-huh," Luna said, running her fingers lightly up and down his re-hardening shaft. "Are you faking this erection, too?"

"Yes."

"Okay, I don't mind," Luna said, climbing up top and putting the tip to her hole. With cum already in her as a lubricant, Sammy's erection slid seamlessly into her depths. "Fake fuck me rotten, then."

And so it went during the night, fucking and sleeping then waking to fuck. In the morning, too, Luna was delighted to have a man in her own bed through the night for the first time.

"I love it. Thank you," she said as Sammy did her from behind.

"Love what?"

"Having sex in my own bed."

"Once you move away to study, it will happen all the time."

"Yeah, maybe, but that won't be my bed at my proper home. This will be the first and last time I have sex at home with family in the house."

"Well," Sammy shrugged, "One day you'll go and stay with your fiancé or husband at your folks' house and you can have sex at home on the legit."

"Oh," Luna sighed. "But what kind of guy would marry me?"

"What do you mean?"

"I'd always worry they'll find out about my past. The sex online, all the guys I let fuck me. Even if they didn't know any of that, you can tell I've used my vagina a lot, right? Even I feel it's stretched now. If I have a guy who wants to marry me, he's not going to be happy with how used I've been."

"There's an easy way to avoid all of that."

"Don't get married?"

"No!" Sammy laughed. "Just be upfront from the front. If you don't hide it, there's nothing to hide. If you sleep with a hundred guys before you meet him, tell him that on the first date."

"He'll think I'm easy."

"That's the point. If you are easy, let him know it."

"No one wants to marry a girl who is as easy as I'm being. Fuck me, for sure. Marry me? Not so sure."

"Luna, my dear girl, you are going to be very pleasantly surprised. You think guys want a wife who likes to fuck a lot or one who doesn't like to fuck a lot?"

"I think they want their woman to have sex a lot, but only with them."

Sammy pulled Luna around and looked at her sternly.

"You know I'm saying guys will forgive your past, and the best guys will probably be turned on by it. But no one is going to forgive you for fucking around behind their back when you're together, right?"

"No, I don't mean that."

"Good."

"I mean what you said last night, guys want a virgin that suddenly fucks like a bunny after they get married."

"I don't know," Sammy said, "Sue was a bit of a girl before we met. Even after we met. I find it interesting to hear the stories. And sometimes old boyfriends reach out, lamenting their lack of sex life with their wives, nostalgic for the carefree times with Sue. It's more interesting than having nothing to tell."

"You think?"

"Can we stop talking and let me just fuck you?" Sammy asked.

"Yes, come on, cum in me, we need to get you out past grandma."

And so that was that. Luna took her final insemination in her own bed and the final drops of sperm that she would ever get from Sammy. It was a remarkably cordial farewell. Sammy needed to be dashed out quickly when Luna checked the coast was clear. A quick kiss, a final lifting of her t-shirt to suck her nipples, and he was gone.

Chrissy and Sue and being bisexual

Luna took a train back to her home in Peake. She didn't tell her parents she was coming until the morning she left, to stop them from making the drive to pick her up. If they'd known she was taking the train they would have dropped everything to come and collect her in the car - which was a lovely thing about her parents - but Luna wanted to feel the distance between The Photo Shop and home, and she wanted to do it alone. It was a time to reflect on what had happened and what might happen. The burden of choices - the bane of adult life.

Grandma was sworn to secrecy, the first Luna's mom and dad knew their darling was on the way home was a call Luna and grandma made from the station cafe. It was an emotional farewell with grandma, they both knew they'd never have those close days with each other again. Grandma had gotten used to living alone, and having family move back in because of the floods was an unwanted disruption to her carefully routined life - but grandma felt miserable and lonely as Luna's train pulled away. She hid it well, she stayed strong so Luna didn't worry as she plunged forward with her life. At home though, grandma sat at the kitchen table of her quiet house, tears dripping into her cup of tea. Had she herself lived her life to the fullest?

"Too late to do anything about it now," she mumbled.

Luna sat by herself in a pod of four seats in an empty carriage, and the first thought in her mind was 'am I lesbian?'. She'd had sex with Chrissy and with Sue. Proper penetrative sex with other girls' vaginas. She knew the taste of pussy, and how inside that hole felt with her tongue.

Why? Why did she do it?

Girls had never been a thing for her, not even an inkling. What would it mean when she met up with her old school friends? Would she suddenly be checking out their ass, wondering what their breasts would feel like in her hand? Would she spend time at the swimming pool changing rooms, checking out their bodies?

"No," Luna said out loud. Not in a pleading manner, she was simply sure that she wouldn't be that type of lesbian. She didn't even do that with guys. In a way, having been with both Chrissy and Sue was good for her. Having sex with Chrissy was seamless and delightful. She was beautiful and it was fun. She tasted good. Alternatively, sex with Sue was dirty. It was a chore. Sue was not young, not fresh and her taste was stale. Luna had let Sue have sex with her to allay her guilt for coveting her husband behind her back.

If Luna had only slept with Chrissy it was probable she would look forward to finding another girl to have sex with. If Luna had only had sex with Sue, she was pretty sure it would have shut the door on ever having girl sex again. But having been with both of them, her feelings were more balanced. It was unlikely Luna would declare herself bi, nor would she go seeking some girl's pussy to spend the night in. But - if some boyfriend wanted a threesome treat, or if she was drunk at a beach party, or if she really did go and work for Raymond and he wanted to film her having sex with a girl, she could do it. It was neither repulsive nor addictive.

"Mash potato," Luna smiled. If it was on the table she'd eat it, but she would never order it at a restaurant.

"What would I order at a restaurant?" she asked herself out loud, given she was on an empty train. "Thick. Hard. Gentle. Confident. Doesn't cum quickly. And absolutely adores me."

Luna never spoke or wrote meaningfully to either Sue or Chrissy again. They connected on their socials, but that was it. Whoever the next girl was, if there was one, Luna just hoped it was more like Chrissy than Sue.

Mr. Paul

Luna had been back a week when she got a message from Mr. Paul asking when she thought she might be home in Peake. Luna knew she better tell him she was home already, otherwise, it would be awkward if they ran into each other somewhere in town. And despite her best effort to separate Photo Shop Luna and Hometown Luna, meeting Mr. Paul

would require meeting the expectation she had set, too. Luna regretted coming across so sexually over their calls. Once she was back in Peake she found herself back into her old conservative persona. Having to meet Mr. Paul and play out the scenario she had promised, it was like The Photo Shop had stolen across her imaginary border separating the two worlds. Would having sex with her school counselor be a brief incursion or a permanent breach?

"I guess I'll find out," she sighed, pulling on a summer dress with no bra or panties. She didn't want the guy taking any souvenirs.

Given her hometown was small and in disaster-recovery mode, Mr. Paul picked her up from a quiet corner near their (still closed) school and drove thirty minutes west to a town over the hills to have their 'coffee'. Mr. Paul looked trimmer than before. Luna remembered him as a pudgy guy in his early thirties with long unkempt hair, supposedly trying to stay grungy to better connect with the kids. But when he pulled over in his old Toyota, Luna did a double-take as she got in the passenger seat.

"Wow, look at you!" she smiled. "You look fit."

"Yeah?"

"Hair cut. Shaved. Clean clothes. Is that all for me?"

Mr. Paul laughed. "The haircut and shave, yes."

"You can't trim off the weight that quickly."

"No, that's taken longer. I was already doing that before you.. we... decided to do this."

"Good for you. Wow, look at you all handsome. Maybe you might be able to screw even more of your students."

"So we are going to screw? We're going to do it?" he asked shakily.

Luna pulled her skirt to her waist, holding it there and turning toward the driver, opening her legs.

"If you can get hard," she teased.

Mr. Paul laughed, trying to concentrate on the road. That was the least of his problems around Luna. He'd always had a secret thing for her, even before her behavioral change.

"What do you think?" he said, looking at his crotch.

Luna smiled at the bulge she had created.

"Okay. That's step one. But can you make it last? I don't want you getting me excited and then stopping."

Mr. Paul pulled out a little packet of blue pills from the center console of his car.

"Do you mind? Would it be cheating if I got some help to keep going even after I cum?"

"Not at all. That's a good idea," Luna said.

"I didn't want to take it until... well, I didn't want to assume, you know, that you would...,"

"Open this for you?" Luna asked, pulling her labia apart.

"Don't make me crash. Seriously," Mr. Paul begged. Luna smiled and sat straight again.

"So what happened?" Mr. Paul asked. "You were never like this at school."

"Slutty?"

"Is that what you think you are?"

"No! Not really. I just got into a mood, I guess, and I'm still in it. I get turned on when guys are attracted to me. It really does it for me. The more a guy wants to undress me, the more I feel like letting him do it. The happiness those guys have when they're doing it to me, it's like my own aphrodisiac. If I can get some guy to lose control when he's in me, it's like I won the battle. I feel attractive. Feminine."

Mr. Paul nodded, listening, as a good counselor does.

"What do you think?" Luna asked him.

"I don't know. At most, hypersexuality disorder, or at the milder end of the scale, simply a girl with a new toy that she's still experimenting with."

"You think I might have a disorder?"

"Unless it's a chemical thing - which I don't think it is because the onset was sudden - hypersexuality usually comes on because of stress or trauma. Given what happened with the floods right when high school exams were nearing - it fits. Unless... were you ever sexually abused?"

"No!"

"Okay, good," Mr. Paul calmed her. "Abuse can be a cause of long-term hypersexuality, but so can stress, and you had a healthy dose of that. Whether it is a disorder or not will be dependent on whether it's causing you problems, particularly anxiety or depression or guilt, or shame. Do you feel any of that about the way you've behaved?"

"No," Luna said. "Do you think I should?"

"No," Mr. Paul laughed. "It's great you're having a hypersexual moment. Suits me perfectly."

"So you don't think something's wrong?"

"If you have a high sex drive, but aren't struggling with any guilt or shame about it, then you are simply experiencing a high sex drive. Lay back and enjoy it. It may not last. Or it might. As long as it gets you through today!"

"Hmmm, today is fine," Luna said, rolling a finger through her slit and holding it up to see the wetness on her skin. "It's been over a week since anybody was in there. I'm definitely ready."

Mr. Paul was relieved Luna didn't ask him how long since his last time.

'Coffee' was in the restaurant of a small country hotel where Mr. Paul had reserved a room - pay on arrival, just in case the plan backfired. It hadn't. After a token latte downstairs they went quickly up to the simple, sparse room.

"I can't believe I'm going to fuck a teacher," Luna said, pulling her dress up and over her head and kicking off her shoes.

"I'm not exactly a teacher," Mr. Paul corrected her, scrambling his own clothes off quickly.

"What do you want to do to me?" Luna asked as they awkwardly stood naked in front of each other.

"Is there anything I can't do?" he asked.

"No," Luna said, slowly shaking her head.

"I can take photos? Film you doing it?"

"I don't mind."

"I can fuck you in the ass?"

"I guess if you really want to."

"You don't like it?"

"Not yet. Maybe I'll get used to it. I probably need to, right? Guys like it, so do it if you want," Luna shrugged.

"Can I kiss you?" Mr. Paul asked timidly.

Luna grinned. "Of course. Come here."

Luna and her school counselor got into a clinch, naked body against naked body. Mr. Paul was in heaven, letting his hands discover all of her, before pushing Luna to the bed and burying his face in her bare-shaven snatch. Luna politely scrambled around and sucked his cock in a sixty-nine. With all the time and privacy in the world, those two practiced every piece of foreplay they could think of. It was almost an hour before cock finally sunk into cunt. For Mr. Paul, it was a spiritual moment. He'd reached the top of a previously unscalable mountain and was dancing in the sun. He fucked Luna as if it was the only time he ever would, which in the hearts of both of them was likely the case. For him, it was the dream fuck of an infatuation, a real-life fantasy moment.