Chapter 8
It wasn't really so bad to move to a new town. She missed Tammy of course and a few of her other friends. But the Brewers had forbade Tammy to associate with her anyway so Hayley had tried to be philosophical about it all. Of course her mother could have stayed and said to hell with what people said. But the whole neighborhood had come to think of them as strange. And as far as her own reputation was concerned, Hayley had heard herself being discussed everywhere she went. So Ann had decided that a change would do them both good. She found a job in a town far enough away to escape the nasty rumors, made a down payment on another house and enrolled Hayley in a summer bible class. The preacher of the neighborhood church lived right next door to them and though Hayley tried to wriggle free of her mother's sudden interest in religion, there was no way out. Not after the tricks she'd pulled back in their old home town.
"I don't see where reading about a bunch of old religious fanatics is gonna make me any better," she complained.
"It sure won't hurt you, young lady."
Ann was putting clothes in a box for the goodwill people. All of Hayley's short skirts were going. Even her bikini and sexy underwear. She had to wear a training bra too, an uncomfortable thing that hid her pretty breasts under ugly foam rubber cups.
"Just look at the way you're making me dress now," Hayley whined, gesturing at her baggy shirt, loose-fitting jeans and tennis shoes. "I feel like a scarecrow."
"You look very nice. A fourteen-year-old girl isn't supposed to look like a seductress. I think it would be nice if you could learn to live without thinking about sex all the time."
"You sure sound hypocritical to me," Hayley replied.
Ann's face flushed but she didn't avoid Hayley's accusing look.
"That's all behind us now. The sooner you forget..."
"Yeah. Sure."
Her mother pushed a sexy nighty Hayley had liked into the goodwill box and got up from the table. "I've got to get to work. I'll finish this later." She got her purse and started to the door. Hayley knew she would surely get one more lecture before Ann left and she was right.
"I don't want you out of this house, young lady. Is that clear?"
"Yes ma'am."
"I'll stop to shop on the way home and we'll have a nice supper together. Just you and me."
Hayley watched her mother back into the street and drive away. Then she went lazily to the box full of her old clothes. At first she dug through the things inside slowly, a sulky look on her face. Then she began to smile and she pulled out everything her mother had carefully folded until at last she held a white lace dress. It had a sinfully revealing neckline and its material was sheer and smooth to the touch.
"I'll be damned if I'll rot in this house all day. It's summer out there. And this is a summer dress."
With her heart beating fast, Hayley took off the sloppy shirt and jeans and undid the training bra. Then she unpeeled the panty girdle Ann had bought for her and threw it angrily in the box for the goodwill.
"Damned chastity belt, that's all it is."
The white lace frock felt like heaven as she pulled it over her shoulders and let it slide down her body. She pranced in front of a mirror, pushing her brown hair out over her shoulders and twirling happily. Then she put on a pair of sandals, hid the clothes her mother had intended to give away and tied up the box.
"I'll tell her I called the people from goodwill and they came and got it."
She smiled and lifted one eyebrow.
"I won't be lying either."
The phone call took less than a minute. Hayley put the cardboard box on their front steps as she left. She went halfway down the block, recognized the house number and rang the doorbell. She'd already done a little research. And when the handsome young man answered the door, she knew exactly what to say.
"Hi, I'm your new neighbor. My name's Hayley. Hayley Johnson."
"Come on in Hayley."
He was blond and rugged looking and he carried himself like a man who sensed his attractiveness.
"I'm setting up some lights in my studio. You can watch if you like. By the way, my name's Nat Jacoby."
Hayley already knew that.
Hayley followed him down a long hall.
"Yeah, I heard you were a photographer. Reverend Colson mentioned something about it. That's why I dropped by."
They were in a room with a variety of floodlights. Expensive cameras perched on tripods. There was a large, white bear rug spread in the middle of the floor.
"So you're interested in photography?"
"Oh, not so much the taking of the pictures."
She shrugged and gave him her shy but sexy look.
"I thought maybe you'd like to take some of me."
"I'd like that very much," Nat said, smiling. "Good models are pretty scarce around here. I'd pay you of course ..."
"Oh, I'll pose for free."
Hayley noticed how he was looking at her. It was the same way Russ had looked at her. The way Roger had too.
"And if you don't like this dress I can take it off."
Nat turned from the camera he was adjusting and met her eyes.
"The dress is beautiful, but then I'll bet you're even more beautiful than that." "Yes," Hayley said, biting her lip. "I am." She was blushing as she skinned the gorgeous frock from her body. Nat's eyes excited her. She let him see her coltish legs as she walked lazily to the bear rug and stretched out on it. "If you're wondering what happened to my panties, well, I never wear them."
Her newfound friend seemed suddenly very nervous.
"Let me adjust these lights," he mumbled, swinging the floods around to illuminate her freckled nakedness. Hayley relaxed and went through the motions of what he asked her to do. It was really very educational. She learned how he used shadows to exaggerate certain things and she learned that posing nude wasn't as easy as she'd first thought. But then Nat was learning too. She watched him watching her. She could feel his resolve weaken steadily.
When at last he turned to her and said he'd finished, Hayley didn't get up from the luxurious rug. She lay there scratching her thigh with her toe, seeing what he would do next.
"I couldn't think of not paying you," he said, pushing a nervous hand through his hair.
"Then what are you waiting for?" she breathed, making sure he saw the glistening flesh between the lips of her pussy. Nat came to her then. She helped him tear his clothes off, digging his hard cock out herself. It was beautiful and long and hot and she cooed softly as she wet the glans with her quivering mouth. Then he was inside her and she made greedy, hungry noises in her throat and clawed his back.
"Nat. .. ohhhh ... uhhhh!"
"I sure hope your mother doesn't find out," he sighed, eyes glazed from the pleasure her tight cunt was giving him.
Hayley swore she'd be more careful this time. She was going to be a good girl as far as Ann was concerned. A well-behaved and lady-like teenaged girl. Nat clutched at her trim hips and thrust his cock into her pussy so hard that his balls bumped her ass. Squeezing him tightly with her muscled cunt flesh, her ass danced on the bear rug.
"Nhhhhhaaaaahhhhh, ohhhhh God, I'm coming already!"
"Hayley... !" Nat kissed her open mouth, as their bodies writhed together in the ecstatic struggle of their fuck. Hayley cried out shrilly and came, her heels drumming the floor. Yes, she had to be a little more careful this time. Because she wanted to stay awhile. She was going to like this neighborhood.