They wound up spending a couple of hours just wandering around the art fair, checking things out. It was moderately interesting, although little they saw actually appealed to them.

At one point they passed a booth where a wine tasting was going on. “Interested in stopping?” Kyle asked.

“Not really,” she smiled. “I drink very little. I did more than my fair share of it in my early days in college. These days I have one glass of wine a year, with my family at Christmas, at least when I see them for Christmas. It’s enough for me.”

“I don’t drink much myself. A beer once in a while on a hot day, maybe. I guess like you, I did enough of it to hold me in college, too. There are more important things in life for me now.”

“Would you guess what I like to drink more than anything else?”

“I don’t think I want to guess. Chelsea, you’re enough out of the ordinary that I’m sure I’d miss by a mile.”

“Chocolate milk,” she grinned. “That’s as close to perfect as a thing can be, as far as I’m concerned. I know it sounds like a kid thing but I’m probably still a kid in a lot of ways.”

“It’s been a while for me, but I think you might be right,” he replied, making a mental note to start keeping it in his refrigerator.

By now it was well after noon. They found a hot dog cart that was being run by some local kids to support a team or something and had a couple of hot dogs and some soft drinks. Mostly they just sat at a picnic table, talking about things that had little to do with photography. She was proving to be fun to talk to, and fun to be with.

Up until this time they really hadn’t gotten into each other’s backgrounds very much, but now they started to get into that area. She was a small-town girl at heart, coming from a town about a hundred and fifty miles away from Wychbold. Like a lot of kids, the big city and the bright lights had attracted her, and she’d gone away to a university located in a large city. It had been exciting at first, but she soon realized she didn’t like living in a big city that much, and resolved that when she got done with college she was going to find another small town to live in.

A little surprisingly, she really was a librarian! She may have tried to present an image of a “naughty librarian” as Chastity, so perhaps there was a little more connecting the two than he had realized.

“Don’t tell me you wear swimsuits at the library,” he teased.

“Oh, of course not,” she grinned in reply. “I mean, I wear normal clothes, maybe a little conservative. I don’t wear swimsuits all the time, you know. I just don’t get to wear them as much as I would like to. There’s all too much of the year that they aren’t very practical.”

“How does the website go over on the job?”

“It doesn’t,” she shrugged. “I never let anybody know about it. Let’s face it, Chastity is my secret identity and my secret life. You’re the only one in town who knows about it, and I’d just as soon keep it that way.”

While she enjoyed the job, it wasn’t a very good one – low pay in a very under-funded library, and part-time at that. “I wouldn’t be able to make it if I didn’t have the website revenue coming in,” she explained. “But it more than makes up the difference, and besides, I enjoy the job. But sooner or later I’ll have to find a full-time position and it probably won’t be at that library. But for now it makes for a pretty good line on the résumé.”

Kyle felt that his own background was pretty unremarkable, too. He came from a medium-sized city a couple of hundred miles away. “I liked to mess around with photography when I was in high school,” he explained. “But I wasn’t much for hanging around with the jock crowd, and I never was on any teams or anything. Mostly I studied, and worked with my dad on the Triumph. By the time I was getting through with high school I knew I wanted to go somewhere else to college, just to break away from the family. I wound up going to a tech school in upstate New York to study business and production control. It really wasn’t what I wanted to do, but I figured I ought to be practical, you know?”

“I understand thoroughly. There’s a big difference between doing something you love and making a living at it. I think I’ve come closer to bridging the gap than most people have.”

“Yeah, sometimes I think I ought to have been a little less practical. Anyway, I got a little wild when I was first in college, and drank and screwed around more than I should have. After my first year when my grades were really lousy, I realized I wasn’t helping myself, so I cut out the partying and messing around and settled down to study. I did pretty well after the first year, so I came back pretty well. I could have gone to work in a big city but I decided I didn’t want to, and I wanted to get back a little closer to home. That lead to the job at Mercer-Howe, and it’s working out OK, but just OK if you know what I mean. I have no idea if I’m going to be there a long time or what.”

“I take it you’re not excited about the job?”

“Not really. Oh, it’s a job, I can handle it, and I think I’m doing pretty well with it. But it’s not really what I want to do. I’d really rather be doing something more creative, but I do have to think about keeping food on the table and the student loan payments made.”

“Maybe your photography will pan out into something.”

“Oh, it’s possible, I suppose,” he shook his head. “But I don’t have any great hopes for it, at least not what I’m doing now. I’d have to be more committed about it and put more attention into marketing it. Even then it would be a long shot. I don’t have a natural market the way you do.”

“Maybe you’ll think of something.”

“I’d like to think so. I’ll tell you the truth, Chelsea. I don’t think I want to spend the rest of my life doing what I’m doing now. Maybe sooner or later something will come along.” He left his statement at that, but kept the thought to himself that maybe somehow she could be the inspiration for something better.

After a while they wandered back to Rianna’s booth, where he learned that a couple more of his photos had been sold. It wasn’t for a great deal of money, and he somehow doubted that it was a path to a different future. They hung around the booth for a while, and then decided to get in the Triumph and head back.

As before, it was hard to talk in the open car, even if he kept the speed down, but it gave him a chance to think a little. He was really coming to like Chelsea; the more he learned about her, the more he had come to realize that they had a lot in common. It was clear that she had a few quirks, her liking to wear swimsuits heading the list, and she liked to see herself in photos. She was, as she had said, a bit narcissistic, and without it being said, he realized she was a bit of an exhibitionist – but was that necessarily a bad thing? Not hardly! In fact, it appealed to him a great deal. A man could do a lot worse …

They took their time heading back, stopping at some of the places they’d spotted earlier as possible photo locations. At several places she pulled off the skirt, revealing a moderately-cut one-piece, while he pulled out his camera to get some photos of her – not Chastity White photos of her with her hair up and glasses, but just photos of a good-looking girl in a swimsuit. They were just fun shots, and he spent a little time directing her, seeking a more casual appearance, a little different from the formulaic poses he was used to of Chastity on her website.

Several times they just stopped to investigate things a little further, taking short walks a couple times; she seemed about as happy with it as he was. They frittered away the afternoon like that, taking plenty of time to talk and learn more about each other; as they talked it often appeared that they agreed on a lot of things. Neither of them was very political, and they had contempt for a lot of politicians on both sides of the aisle. Neither was very religious; she had drawn away from her family’s fundamentalist views, while his own family was so non-religious that the only times they went into a church were for weddings and funerals.

As the heat of the afternoon passed, they stopped at a little country convenience store along the way, where they bought packaged sandwiches, chips, and a quart of chocolate milk. Not far away they wound up in a small park beside a lake where they found a picnic table and had their impromptu dinner. It didn’t take them long to eat, but they sat at the picnic table for quite a while longer, just talking and laughing.

One by one the other park visitors packed up and left, and as the sun got low, they were the only ones left. It was clearly going to be a spectacular sunset, through high cirrus clouds moving in from the west. “You know, it would be a shame to not get a photo of that,” he said.

“I agree, and it would be a shame not to get some photos of me in that backdrop.”

So they set up to take some photos, of her in the swimsuit, naturally. It would require a lot of fill flash to not make it a silhouette, but he had the flash setup to do it. It didn’t take long for him to get some nice shots of her; a few downright spectacular, in fact.

As the sun got lower and the shadows got longer the shots got even better. They experimented with several different camera locations and angles, and she got even more enthusiastic about posing for the photos. “Hey Kyle,” she said finally. “There’s nobody else around, is there?”

“I haven’t seen anyone for half an hour or more.”

“Good,” she smiled as she pulled the straps of the swimsuit off her shoulders and began to slide it down her body. “This is something I’ve always wanted to do but I’ve never dared to.” In a moment she was nude, and she tossed the swimsuit well out of the frame of the photo.

Up to this point Kyle had seen a great deal of her body – a couple of the swimsuits she’d worn for the Chastity photos had been pretty revealing – but now he saw all of it, and he liked what he saw. She had moderately small breasts, but well shaped and perky with cute little pink areolas and nipples; she’d shaved off all her pubic hair. She had a slender waist and hips, which he’d noticed before, but now they seemed even more pronounced. She seemed like some minor goddess standing there in the light of the dying day, even more appealing to him than before. He couldn’t really see much detail as the light was coming from behind her, but he realized that in the fill flash much of what he was missing would pop out.

Kyle had often dreamed of what it would be like to take some nude photos of a pretty girl, but he’d never had an opportunity to do it. Now he had his chance, and it was her idea, so he realized he’d better take advantage of it. This wasn’t his primary interest in photography, but he knew a bit about figure photography and decided to make the best of it.

They did several poses, mostly standing, but some of her seated casually on the top of the picnic table. Kyle took his time, savoring the experience, as the light of the sky turned spectacular, then dimmed. Finally, almost sadly he told her, “I think we’ve gotten about what we’re going to get, unless we do some true night shots.”

“Thanks, Kyle. That was exciting! Like I said, I always wanted to do that, but I never got around to doing selfies of me in the nude. I’m really looking forward to seeing how those come out.”

“I am too, in case you’re wondering.”

“Can we do it again sometime?”

“We can do it whenever you want,” he told her, noting that she hadn’t even started to make a move to pull the swimsuit back on again. “You kind of took me by surprise on this, but if we plan it out a little better I think we can get some great shots.”

“I hope so,” she smiled. “I’m a little surprised at myself that I did that, but it seemed like it was the thing to do. That was fun! It seemed so, well, daring!”

“I was really surprised,” he admitted. “But so long as you’re comfortable with it, it’s fine with me.”

“Oh, yes, that was thrilling! I don’t think I’d want to put any of those on the net, but so long as it’s just between you and me, I’d love to do more. Maybe even do something really, well, I don’t want to say dirty, but exotic.”

“What do you mean by exotic?”

“I’m not sure,” she replied thoughtfully. “Something that Chastity wouldn’t do, something that would really show off my body. We’ll have to think about it. Maybe not do it a lot, but save it for something special. I really want to see how these shots came out, though.”

They stood and talked for a while longer before she rather reluctantly gathered up the swimsuit from where she’d tossed it and put it back on. “I really hate to do this,” she admitted. “While I like wearing swimsuits, I guess I like not wearing them, too. Let’s face it, generally the swimsuits Chastity wears are a tease, but when I’m nude, it feels like I’m not teasing, it’s the real thing.”

They gathered up their things and packed up the camera gear; Chelsea even put her skirt back on. After settling in the seat of the Triumph, she took his hand. “Thank you, Kyle,” she said softly. “This has been a perfect day. I’ve really enjoyed myself. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a boyfriend to share thing with, and I guess I hadn’t quite realized how much I’d missed it.”

“It’s been a while since I’ve had a girlfriend,” he said. “I guess I’ve got one now.”

“You do,” she laughed. “Look, Kyle, I know I do a few things that most girls would think are a little bit goofy or strange, and I’ve been afraid it would put a guy off. But you seem to understand me, and I like it.”

“I don’t think you’re all that different,” he said softly. “But I like the differences I see. You’re a very special girl, Chelsea, and I like you a lot.”

“Thank you,” she said, leaning over and putting her arm around him. “You’ll probably come across a few more things about me that are on the strange side, and I hope you’ll be able to put up with them.”

“I don’t think it’s going to be any hardship. In fact, I think I’m going to enjoy discovering them.”

“Deciding that I wanted to pose nude for you didn’t put you off somehow? Make you think I was some kind of a slut?”

“Not in the slightest. In fact, I really enjoyed it, and I’m really looking forward to when you decide to do it again.”

“I am, too.”

“Just one thing,” he teased. “Sooner or later I’m going to ask you to do something you may find a little hard.”

“What’s that?”

“We’re going to have to do some bikini shots of you sometime.”

“Oh, you do make it hard,” she laughed. “I can wear a bikini in front of your camera, I think. I might even be able to dig around and find something pretty wild for you to take photos of.”

“I’ll look forward to seeing it.”

“I’ll look forward to wearing it for you. Once again, thank you, Kyle.” The bucket seats of the Triumph weren’t exactly made for kissing and necking, but she pulled him close to her and laid a serious kiss on him. It was wild, it was passionate, and it excited him immensely. Their tongues sought each other and entwined, and their free hands explored each other. He felt her body reacting to the touch of his hand on her firm breast; while it was nice to look at, it was even better to feel.

As far as Kyle was concerned, this was perfect. Things couldn’t be any better than they were right now, with a warm, passionate girl in his arms, a girl he was very comfortable with, and expected he would have a lot of fun with in the future. This was a dream come true – he’d often wished he could have a girlfriend he could be compatible with, but it had never happened. Oh, he’d dated a bit in the more distant past, but only rarely had he come across a girl he felt comfortable with. In school, it usually hadn’t taken long before he discovered that the girl wasn’t for him. He hadn’t had any of that feeling with Chelsea at all. Even as little as he knew her, she seemed too good to lose.

It was fully dark before they finally pulled apart – not that they were already tired of it, but it wasn’t the most comfortable possible position, either.

“As much as I hate to say it,” he said finally, “we should get on our way.”

“I suppose,” she said. “It’s getting late. Do you have anything planned for tomorrow?”

“Not really,” he said. “I’d love to spend it with you, though. Do you have anything you want to do?”

“I’d say it would be a good day to get some Chastity shots but I doubt the light is going to be very good, what with those clouds rolling in. Other than that, I need to be back home at nine so I can update the website.”

“I don’t think I’d mind spending time with you, even if there’s no camera involved. The only thing I can think of is that I need to spend some time giving this thing a wash and polish job, but it doesn’t have to be tomorrow.”

“Oh, that sounds like fun!” she grinned. “Can I help?”

“Can if you like. You can even wear a swimsuit if you want to.”

“Oh, that sounds perfect. Then maybe we can go out and look for some photo locations, or even just hang out. I wouldn’t mind seeing some of the pics we took today.”

“I’m looking forward to seeing them, too. Why don’t I hold off on checking them out tonight, so we can look at them together tomorrow?”

“That sounds like a plan to me.”

He took it easy the rest of the way home – it was cool now, and the open car was breezy, so keeping the speed down was more comfortable, especially with the fact that she still had a lot of skin bare, not that she seemed to mind. It wasn’t a short distance, but it seemed to go all too quickly before he pulled to a stop in front of her apartment.

Being gentlemanly, Kyle shut off the car, moved around to assist her out of it, and walked her to her door. “Kyle,” she said as they got there. “This has been a perfect day in a lot of ways. I’m real tempted to invite you in, but there’s a part of me that just isn’t quite ready yet. Close, but not quite.”

“Fine with me,” he said, taking her in his arms. “The one thing I’m worried about is pushing you too hard and screwing things up.”

“I appreciate that, Kyle. I feel the same way. I’m a little worried about going too fast, too. I think we need to allow things to move on at their own pace.”

Once again their kisses went on for a long time, and their hands wandered freely around each others’ bodies. In a way it seemed a shame that they’d agreed they wouldn’t go any further tonight – but it was also clear that this wasn’t going to be their last chance.

Enjoyable though it was, there was a point when they had to break apart. They promised each other they’d meet again tomorrow, had one final mild kiss, and then there was nothing for Kyle to do but to go back out to the Triumph.

On his way back to his apartment he stopped off at an all-night convenience store and bought a gallon of chocolate milk.

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