Discovery - Another winner’s prize.

This story was the prize for G, who won our second contest. We talked for a while so that I could figure out exactly what story she would like me to write. We settled on all of this before Mina announced Mike’s prize.

Will took a deep breath as he opened the manuscript. Most photographers didn’t bother researching their subjects, but he liked to. Anything about the rest of the person he could bring into their photographs was only a good thing. In this case, he was reading a book of erotic fiction. Gina Thomas was the subject of today’s photo shoot. That had to be a pen name. At any rate, he found himself intrigued. She had a flair for the historical, and enjoyed the places in the past she chose to visit. By the time she arrived at the studio, he was actually breathing heavily. She came in, and he snapped his feet of the desk to the floor, and his jeans tugged tight uncomfortably around his erection.

He turned around to see a classic Catholic School…guidance counselor. “Gina?”

“Will MacGregor?”

“Yes, that’s me,” he answered.

“Hi, I’m Gina Thomas. I’m here to do the promo shots for my book?” she said. For the moment Will was shaken with how the person in front of her did not match the images from the novel. Her hair was straight, and unbrushed, thick glasses dominated her face, and her clothes screamed of someone who was happier not being noticed. The idea that the fevered imaginings he was reading came from this person shocked him. He took a deep breath. How was he going to make this work?

“Okay Gina, let’s do a short set before we start doing the hair and makeup.” Will was going to make sure the publisher knew that he earned him money on this one. He took her over to a backdrop and brought a stool out. “Okay, sit down, give me a smile and let’s take a few.” She slumped into the chair and looked up at him with a wan, minimal smile. Will started taking pictures. “Okay, let’s do a more serious face.” Her lips didn’t budge. Okaaaaay, this was going to really be a challenge. “Give me a second?” Gina nodded. Will pulled out his cell phone and stepped in the corner.

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Gina could barely hear Will in the corner. “Nick…hey…need your magic man…yes, right now…Can you bring Cindy? No problem…I’ll can handle that.” Will walked back to Gina. “Hey, I am bringing in my hair stylist. His makeups artist is out today, so I’ll have to do the makeup. When was the last time you changed your hairstyle?”

Changed my hairstyle? Gina thought. What is he going to do? “It’s been a while,” she found herself saying.

“Well, I would like to give you a more glamorous look for your photos.” Will knelt in front of her as she sat shyly on the stool. Her body closed up a bit, uncomfortable with the intimacy of him being within a two feet of her. She could see some sadness on his face.

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Poor gal, Will thought. She clearly is not used to male attention. “I am thinking about going for more of a classic look for you. A lot of your writing is set back in the 40’s, so I was thinking we should try to go for a pin-up girl look. It would really match with your writing.” He could see her trembling at the thought. What was wrong?

“Do you think that could work?” she said. Suddenly, he saw it. She had never felt pretty before. Part of him reeled, that the writing could have come from this person. But, in another way, he could see her search for the magic, not knowing where to find it. Suddenly, she made so much sense. He took a deep breath. This would be difficult. The publisher was covering his expenses today, so he could really go all out for her.

“Of course it can,” he said with far more confidence than he felt. “Let me see your glasses.” He took the lenses off of her face. It was a pretty heavy prescription. This was not going to be easy. He called up his assistant Kim, who was supposed to be off today. She lived a couple doors down the street, and had much better fashion sense than he did. Once she came in, he introduced her to Gina. He could see the look on her face. After the first introduction he pulled Kim aside.

“See what I’m up against?” Kim’s just opened her eyes wide in a sarcastic roll. “Look, I there is an incredible woman there.” He slapped the manuscript in her hands, “Read this while you’re out and you’ll understand. I’m going 40’s pin-up with her.” Kim looked over Will’s shoulder for a moment.

“You know, with a pastel corset and some fishnets, and one hell of a hair and makeup job - you call Nick?” Will nodded. “Yeah, that can definitely work. You want the pointed horn-rimmed glasses, don’t you?” Will smiled. Kim was damned good.

“Expenses are covered today, so get her a couple prescription pairs.” He slapped Gina’s strong lenses in her hand. “Give these to the optometrist. I want to make her feel beautiful today.” Kim smiled. She loved Will when he was on a mission. She went back over to Gina.

“Listen, I’m going to go take care of your costume, if I can get some measurements.” Gina nodded shyly and stood up. She could see the tension every time her hands were near Gina’s body. It was like she had never been touched before. Nick arrived, with his complete salon in two bags. Kim saw Will talking to him, and Nick staring at Gina, trying to picture it. She smiled. This was really going to work.

—-

Nick came up and shook Gina’s hand. “Okay Gina, Will has told me that I need to take the very best care of you. Now, I would like to really cut your hair, and make a radical change. Are you going to be okay with that?” Gina nodded, starting to seem slightly shellshocked from all of the attention. Will stood behind him.

“Nick, Don’t let her see herself in a mirror. I want her to see the whole look at once.” Gina’s eyes widened a bit in shock. What was happening to her?

Nick started talking, “Now, you’re going to see a lot of hair fall, but you are really going to look sensational, if you just trust me.” Gina nodded. Nick threw a drape over her clothes. Gina closed her eyes, and lapsed into her imagination, and began writing her next story.

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She had seemed to be in a trance for the last hour. The transformation of her hair was every bit of miraculous. Kim had tried to blow the budget on clothes, and had gone for the most nakedly sexual attire she could find. Will finally put together the first costume for her, going with the corset that Kim had first thought of a classic pair of panties. The new pair of glasses had completed the look and she was suddenly lifted right off the nose of a WWII bomber. Time for the reveal. He turned the mirror to her, letting her see the New Gina for the first time. Her breath shot into her lungs as she barely recognized herself. Her hands touched her soft, shiny hair. Kim and Nick congratulated each other on the beauty of the transformation. They smiled. “Will, are you ready for the closeups?” He nodded, slightly breathless himself.

Gina sat on the stool and smiled fixedly. Will began snapping pictures. She was gorgeous, but the eyes…the eyes weren’t there. “Here, let’s have you stand up. Can you give me a good pinup pose? Face away and look back over your shoulder.” Gina stood and stiffly moved. This was getting nowhere. He looked back at Nick and Kim. “Hey guys, can you excuse us? I think ti would be easier without the audience.” They smiled and nodded. It’s not always easy with the people who aren’t used to being public figures.

Now alone, Will came back. “Okay Gina, tell me. What is your favorite part of your body?”

She smiled. “My legs.”

“Okay, so let’s just photograph your legs for a minute.” She looked at him quizzically. “Just show them off. You’ve got a great look for it, and they will probably look great on the cover.” She smiled and stepped her feet apart, and he took a picture. And she just stayed there. Will sighed. He brought a stool back out, had her put one leg on it, had her leaned on it. She was just so…uptight!

Finally, he put the camera down for a minute, and walked up to her, nearly nose to nose, his hand in her hair, adjusting it. He could sense her discomfort at having someone so close. He needed her mind elsewhere! “How do you feel when you are kissed?”

She looked at him blankly. “I guess I…”

“You guess?!”

She looked back at him, her secret now given away.

He kissed her.

She froze.

He kissed her again.

She kissed him back.

The impulse of the moment carried her away as she discovered the joy of someone else’s tongue in her mouth. Her arms went up to his head, pulling him down to her, not wanting to lose this moment. The kiss was addictive, and she found herself loving it. Will himself was taken with her enthusiasm. She wanted this…she had wanted this for so long. The dam was breaking on him, so long in her life waiting for her passion…

He wasn’t sure what to do next…she wasn’t making the next move…but how would she know? His hand slid down her side. She inhaled sharply and kissed him harder. He knew then, right then, that here in his studio he was going to be her first. He closed his eyes. This had to be wonderful for her. HAD to be.

—

They took a slow trip down the river, lazily drifting with the current. He guided her though every bend, showing her every swirl in the current. He looked at the sky, feeling him flow downward. The warm liquid pleasure open her up for the first time, before she felt him rise above, eyes on hers. Her hands willed him in. Gently, gently…he pressed inside and split her open. She cried out at this first violation, and continued to sink into her, filling her up, and staying there as she awoke to the dawn of her womanhood, the warmth slowly building, melting the pain away. Her hands squeezed him again, and he began to move. Her moans were involuntary and shocking to her.

He adjusted himself, sliding his body against hers, keeping as much contact as possible. She felt the heat build, and new delight as her muscles finally clenched against someone. She squeezed him hard, loving the feel. The nova of orgasm began to erupt, and he carefully kept his motion. not changed a bit as it hit her and her nails dug in hard to his shoulders, ripping the skin open. She was, for the first time, coming with another person, with a man inside her.

After she came he slowed down, resting on her, inside her. She was giddy in her afterglow. She was beautiful…Will reached up for the camera and snapper her picture, from the shoulders up. And there, with the careless smile and simple joy, he had her picture.

—

It was later. The sun had moved, the studio had cooled. Gina was still naked, now under a blanket, having happily drifted off to sleep. Will was quietly manipulating the photos on his computer, letting her rest. She looked up.

“Will?”

“Yes?”

“Did you come?”

He smiled. “No, I didn’t.”

“What’s that like?”

“I’ll show you.”