This story immediately continues the events of the fourth chapter and will make numerous references to previous events in this series. Although I hope each chapter is able to stand up as an enjoyable tale on its own, I strongly recommend starting at the beginning if you haven't already done so. It will just make so much more sense that way.
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Mandy swallowed hard and for a moment wondered if she could get the next words out. "Alright...how about you undo the first couple of buttons?"
Without a word and with a smile, Sarah reached up and undid the top two buttons of her shirt. The material parted, creating a deep neckline and allowing a peek at her modest cleavage. Mandy found her in the viewfinder. Click.
She took several more photos of her best friend. Mandy still could not believe what was happening. Weeks ago, she could never have imagined herself in this position, taking sexy photos of Sarah for a guy that Mandy hardly even knew.
But so much had changed in the past several weeks. Mandy was practically a whole new person with new desires that she was still in the process of understanding. She had never possessed so much sexual energy, she had never dreamt of so many dark fantasies, she had never been attracted to another woman...
Now, she struggled to maintain a cool semblance of professionalism as she stood behind her camera.
I am just doing this as a favor to Sarah
, she told herself.
That is all
. Click.
And she has clearly been drinking...
"Lean over onto the pillow," Mandy instructed. Sarah did as she was told, laying on her side, allowing the opening of her shirt to inch further.
Mandy absolutely loved the imagined power that she had over her model. Sarah had told her that she wanted Mandy's direction for the photo shoot. However, Mandy was still unsure exactly what type of photos Sarah was looking for, so she needed to tip-toe carefully.
The room filled with flashes as the girls took picture after picture. Mandy had made sure to close the curtains for this occasion—something she had completely forgotten weeks ago, during her own more personal self-photography session.
Mandy stared at Sarah's shirt, the question dancing on the tip of her tongue.
Should I ask?
She certainly wanted to, but she also knew that things could get weird if she overstepped her boundaries.
Sarah stared back at her, never losing her smirk. "More buttons?"
You read my mind
, she thought to herself. "Yeah, I think that would work." She stopped, biting her bottom lip. "That is, if you want to. Just let me know if you want to stop or if you have the pictures that you wanted."
"No, it's okay. I planned on showing a bit more. What's the point if I don't show him a little skin?"
She was referring to Eric, the reason that this photo session was happening in the first place. Sarah had been seeing Eric on and off for the past couple of months, and now she had decided that she wanted to surprise him with some fun pictures. Mandy could only surmise what that meant.
Sarah undid two more buttons, and as the second one popped open, a white lace bra revealed itself, just barely creeping out from the confines of her yellow shirt.
Mandy lowered herself so that she was directly across from the bed. She loved the way that the lacy garment stayed mostly hidden from this angle, offering no more than an innocent tease of what lay beneath. Several clicks followed.
She allowed the model to do most of the work for her, as Sarah stared seductively into the camera. It was difficult for Mandy to mentally remove herself from the situation. Sarah's eyes burned into her own, and Mandy felt butterflies.
No
, she reminded herself,
she is looking into the camera...not at me
. Still, the thought was impossible to shake.
Mandy slowly raised the camera and moved around towards the head of the bed, allowing a gradually more revealing perspective of her friend's neckline.
She took two more photos and stared through her lens, deciding where to go next.
Mandy felt flustered, and her mind raced with ideas. She was also starting to feel warm, and while she stopped to think, she unconsciously lowered a hand to the collar of her own shirt, playing with the fabric between her fingers.
To her surprise, Sarah began mimicking the motion, apparently interpreting it as a non-verbal direction. Mandy watched as Sarah pulled the shirt open, carefully displaying more of the bra beneath. Click.
Mandy struggled to hold the camera steady with one hand while she stretched the neckline of her shirt farther away from her body with the other. Sarah followed her lead, opening the shirt even further for the camera. Click.
Mandy traced a finger down along her collar, waiting for Sarah to do the same. She stopped when Sarah's finger rested on the next clasped button. The room was silent, save for the sound of the camera's shutter. Sarah undid the button slowly.
Is she teasing me, or it this simply to give me ample time for the shots?
"How about you stand up?" Mandy asked, deciding that she could not limit the entire photo shoot to a single position.
Not that Eric will complain either way
, she thought. But she had secretly decided that this was not entirely for him.
This is my shoot, and I'm going to get as much out of it as I can
.
"Sure," Sarah agreed without hesitation. As she sat up, she adjusted her shirt, but left the buttons open as they were. "Where do you want me?"
So many places
. "Over here," Mandy answered, gesturing towards the entryway. "Lean back against the door and face me." She waited while her friend complied. "Now do what you were doing on the bed."
Mandy photographed Sarah as she once again reached up and pulled her shirt open. Her bra was now quite visible, the soft material cupping her small, perky, B-cup breasts. Sarah used her other hand to undo the remaining buttons, pausing after each one and waiting for Mandy to nod her approval to continue.
Once fully open, Mandy stopped a moment to admire Sarah's thin figure. She was such a tiny thing, beautiful and delicate. Her flat tummy and slender waist clearly indicated that she knew how to keep in shape. Whereas Mandy was naturally gifted with wide hips and a prominent C-cup chest, Sarah's body contained fewer curves.
They had been best friends since middle school and had seen each other naked many times over the years. Time and again, both girls were constantly jealous of the other's beauty.
"Move over by the dresser," Mandy decided. "There is more room and more light over there."
Still playfully tugging at the sides of her open shirt, Sarah obeyed. "How am I doing so far?"
Mandy moved around, trying to find the best angle. "Great. Eric is going to love these. It's a shame that I can't put them in my portfolio. They would add some real range."
Sarah giggled and Mandy almost detected a hint of a blush—something that she rarely saw from her friend. "Well, we'll see. I don't mind if you use the...innocent ones."
"How about you slip the shirt down over your shoulders?" Mandy asked, switching back into director mode.
"Like this?" Sarah pulled the shirt complete open and pushed the material back so that it exposed her bra completely.
"Just like that." Click. "Now let it hang down from your elbows." Mandy savored every moment, expecting to wake and learn that this had all been a dream.
Although Mandy had practiced amateur photography for years, she had never done anything like this before with a model. She was impressed with how well the pictures were turning out. Perhaps she would need to consider working part time as a photographer to help pay for university.
Sarah stood before her with her top now practically removed. "Should I just take it off the rest of the way?" she asked, predicting Mandy's next direction.
"Sure, you can just set it over here," Mandy instructed, gesturing towards her chair. She watched Sarah move, enjoying how closely their bodies came as her friend passed by. "Wait, stop right like that."
Sarah was positioned right in front of Mandy, half bent at the waist as she was poised to carefully place her shirt over the back of the chair. Mandy moved around for a better view. With her body leaning forward, Sarah's bra fell forward in such a way that Mandy could look down and see a gap between the material and her flesh. Her perky breasts hung freely so that the nipple was partly visible on her right breast.
She looked up at Mandy, confused. It was a natural pose, and her exposure looked genuinely accidental.
Mandy raised the camera, but she was unable to push the button. Something seemed wrong.
"I..." she started. "Do you want me to take a picture like this? I think Eric will like it."
Sarah's bewilderment lingered for several seconds, before she looked down and realized what Mandy was seeing. "It's your call. I'm half-drunk."
Mandy did not need any more convincing, and she quickly snapped another picture. She photographed as Sara put the shirt down and returned to the dresser.
"Put your hands on your hips and turn your body a bit to the right," Mandy said, experimenting with different poses. Next, she had Sara unbutton her denim shorts and lower the zipper slightly.
"Do you want me to take them off?" Sarah asked after several more positions alongside the dresser. She seemed to be really getting into it, and Mandy was happy to have such an eager model. After weeks of playing the submissive role, it was fun to put someone else in that position for a change.
