'You would like to do what?'
'Take some pictures of you,' she repeated calmly.
I was surprised. Had Nancy, my roommate, really just asked me to pose for her? I knew she was an avid photographer and owned several cameras. The house was full of photographs she had brought back from various trips around the world, and I had frequently admired them. There were also a few nude shots hanging on her bedroom wall. These were black and white, very artistic images of two lovers in various embraces. The faces remained in the dark adding to the mysterious atmosphere these pictures conveyed. I had noticed them previously when her bedroom door was open, and when I asked her about them I was astounded to learn that these were self-shots of her and her former boyfriend. Of course, this heightened my interest and I sometimes snuck into her room to look at them when she was not home.
'I can totally imagine the picture,' she continued. 'The bed has to be completely covered in white sheets to make everything seem almost monochromatic. You would be standing naked in front of that white bed, with your hands slightly stretched out, almost shrugging. And, definitely with your glasses on.'
The image caught my attention. The floor was a light grey and the walls were bare and painted white so that light sheets would make the room almost dissolve. A black and white photograph with a naked person in front would provide a sharp contrast. I could see the artistic nature of the project. But could I be the person in the picture? The thought excited me but I was too shy to agree.
'Why me?' I asked half out of interest, half to gain time.
'Don't know,' she said. 'It is just something I wanted to do. There is this other friend of mine who I also would like to photograph. I would like to paint his body blue and have him pose on rocks at the ocean. But he won't do it. You are the other one I had an idea for,' she shrugged.
'Mhm, I don't know. Let me think about it,' was all I could finally come up with before I changed the subject.
In the days following our conversation the thought of being a model for Nancy's little art project never completely left my mind. Part of me wanted to do it but I was too shy to bring it up again. In fact, I was no longer at ease around her. We both had always been mildly flirtatious with each other although neither wanted to cross the boundary between roommate and lover. That did not change the fact that I had always found her attractive. Her face was particularly pretty with dark, mysterious eyes and a radiant smile, which could enchant just about anyone. And, although she was a bit pudgy it suited her well. Her curves were beautiful and especially her butt was so perky that I often felt the urge to grab it. One could tell that Nancy was a sensual person, and I sometimes imagined being the guy in the photographs in her bedroom.
I believe she noticed my withdrawal and one evening she suggested we enjoy a bottle of wine together. It was warm outside and we sat on the porch relaxing with a few glasses. The conversation flowed nicely and I was getting a bit tipsy.
'OK, I'll do it,' I suddenly blurted out.
'Do what?' She looked at me in astonishment, or at least feigned astonishment.
I looked back at her. 'Is she really going to make me say it?' I thought.
'I'll let you take those pictures.... I'll pose for you,' I finally said.
'Oh, great! That is so sweet of you,' she responded and darted towards me to give me a hug. After a brief moment, she pulled back and looked at me. 'I am really excited. This will be fun,' she said. 'But I want to make one thing clear. We cannot have sex afterwards.'
I was stunned. If I had harbored any hopes they were smashed. But there was also a sense of relief, and so when I agreed, I did really mean it.
It turned out that the shoot required quite a few preparations, and so over the next few days, Nancy was a frequent visitor to my room. She wanted the lighting to be perfect and there were all sorts of white drapes necessary. All this made my anticipation grow. Being nude is not all that special to me since I grew up in Europe where I frequented nude beaches and saunas. I have seen most of my close friends naked, both male and female. But thinking about being photographed completely naked by a pretty girl who was also a friend made me nervous. I had trouble falling asleep the two nights preceding the shoot. I fantasized about the situation and what would happen.
The night before, Nancy gave me final instructions. 'Don't wear anything with a rubber band. It'll leave marks that might show in the pictures.'
It was a warm Sunday morning and my roommate and I had breakfast together. According to instructions, I wore a morning gown with nothing underneath. This created a difficult situation. As I was standing with her in the kitchen, she already fully dressed, and me naked except for the thin fabric of the gown. I felt the cool air between my legs and was getting excited by the situation. It did not take long for my penis to swell.
'Come on, think of something else,' I told myself. But no thought of work or taxes helped. My penis had developed a life of its own clearly tenting the gown. I quickly sat down trying to hide under the table.
'Are you excited?' Nancy had seen and was smiling teasingly.
'Sorry,' I stammered.
'Why would you be sorry? It is natural.'
'I guess. But it is still embarrassing,' I was trying to regain my footing.
'Maybe, you should get rid of that gown now so that you will get used to being naked around me.' She stood in front of me and held her hand out, suggesting I should hand the gown over.
'I suppose that is not a bad idea,' I said hesitantly. 'But let me calm down first.'
I secretly wished I had masturbated before leaving my room. But that seemed too late now. And so, I sat at the table trying to make casual conversation with Nancy who kept smirking and giggling at me. She was visibly enjoying the situation.
Finally, my excitement subsided enough to rise from the table with some decency. As I walked to the kitchen counter to get more coffee, the belt of my gown became loose. My hands instinctively moved to tighten it but then I remembered Nancy's words and left the belt untouched. As a result, my robe opened each time I took a step. The cool air felt good on my naked skin. Nancy had not yet seen what I had let happen sine my back was turned to her as I was walking.
'OK. I'll do it,' I thought and quickly turned around to walk back to the table.
Nancy was not shy. Her gaze wandered over my whole body, from head to toe. She smiled reassuringly.
