Summer was almost over and they'd both be in different cities, different colleges. They had spent the last three months together nearly everyday. Robyn finally agreed to go all the way with her boyfriend, and from then on, there was no stopping. They had sex on her parents' couch, in the backseat of her car, after hours in the lockerroom of the public pool where she worked, on a river bank. She was in love and he was in love and the trust and optimism of youth made them believe all things were possible. Even staying together through their first year of college in different parts of the country.
She wanted to give him something to remember her by. She wanted something sexy, something to set her far apart from the other hundreds of coeds.
The idea came while she was shopping downtown. In one of the old department stores, she'd seen an old-fashioned photobooth. She slipped in her dollar and closed the curtain. Quickly she shed her cloths and began to move as the camera clicked, flashed, clicked, flash, click. The gears turned. She started out covering herself, more out of nervousness than trying to be coy. As the camera clicked, she moved one arm and revealed a breast, then moved and revealed her pubic patch, and then, again, and the last image she stood open to the camera, exposed. She became quite aroused and didn't want to stop after the four exposures.
But she didn't want to get caught. Quickly she slipped her sundress back on, exitted the booth and hovered over the machine until it spit out her small strip of photos.
A moment frozen forever. She glanced around flushing in embarrassment and giddy with the thrill. Wet with excitement. No one had come into the old store in the past hour and likely no one would in the next. She fed another dollar, and stepped inside the booth.
This time she did not hold back and made herself shutter in climax.
She ended up giving the second set to her boyfriend. They remained together the first year, but broke up by sophomore year. She never saw the photo-booth strip again, and wondered if he threw it away or kept it. It didn't matter. She had the first set, which she kept for herself. The first time should always be for yourself, she says.
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