Unexpected Photoshoot

Writing a story that fell into the 'exhibitionist and voyeur' category went over so well here (and turned me on so much as well) that I can't help but try another, despite not having finished that other story yet. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did when it came to me. ~A (Feedback please!)

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James picked up the phone with his usual 'Hullo?' that made him sound braindead. "Hey you, can I borrow your digital camera?"

"This is brand new, Kristen, I don't really want to lend it out..." I could almost hear the gears turning in my classmate's mind over the phone. "For how long?"

"I just want to take some pictures. I don't have any of myself that aren't horrible, and most of those are getting old now too." I failed to mention that I wanted to document how fat I was so I could force myself to exercise more frequently. I'd delete any less-clothed photos off his camera before I gave it back... he didn't need to know.

I heard the digitized sigh. "Alright, come over later and you can borrow this. I'll kill you if you do anything to it."

I did my best to answer seriously. "Jimmy, I'm not going to smash your new toy. Relax. And I'll see you later."

I walked to James' after spending three and a half hours in the library working on my research paper. I should've been at the gym, but the whole reason I was borrowing the camera was because I didn't have enough motivation for that. One of the other people living at the Russian-themed house opened the door. "Hi Kira. C'mon in."

"Thanks Rosa. Is Dmitri here, do you know?" The girl shrugged so I just headed up the stairs and knocked on my friend's door. "Dima..." I called when he didn't immediately answer.

He yanked open the door then, glaring at me. "Jeez, I was coming, Kris. Give me a moment." He waved me in as he turned and went back to rummaging in a drawer. When he turned back to me he had a black camera case with a strap, and he was putting the neatly-wrapped cable in it that would connect the camera to my computer. The camera was sitting on his desk as always, and he sighed reluctantly as he picked it up to put it in the case too. "Could I take your pictures?" he asked me, brightening.

He must really be attached to his new camera. If I had just wanted a few pictures of me, I wouldn't have had a problem with it. But I wanted the nude pictures so I could motivate myself too... and as much as I cared for James, I wasn't sure I was up for him taking those.

While I was trying to come up with a good reason I could turn him down, I must've blushed, because he moved closer and asked, "What?" in a quiet voice, clearly catching on to something I wasn't telling him. He reached out with the hand holding the cloth case and shoved his door closed, then prompted me. "Kristen?"

I licked my lips and sighed, looking up at him. "I want a few pictures of me like I said, yeah, but I also want to take some nude pictures... I need motivation to get myself to the gym more often." This made him color slightly too, but at this point, having the subject out in the open as it was, I was up for taking it a step further. "Would you take them?" I asked quietly. "It'll be hard to take good pictures of myself. And you've got amazing skills when it comes to photography." I waved a hand at his walls, which had framed photos on them, but I don't think he noticed.

His eyes were locked on my face. "Do you mean that?" he asked quietly.

His stare was getting to me, making my stomach twist oddly. "I trust you not to spread pictures of me around campus, so yeah. I wouldn't mind having GOOD pictures of me." Then I lost my confidence. "Would... are you ok with that?"

A smile spread across his face. "Of course, Kristen. I'm just amazed you asked me to do it."

"So am I," I told him with a shaky smile. "I wasn't planning to when I came up here."

He chewed on his lip a moment, trying to decide where to go from there, then just asked, "Where do you want to do it? Here? Your dorm?"

I blinked, not really having thought about the details when I got up the courage to ask him. "Um, not that I have anything against our friends here at Russian House," I told him, "I'd kinda like privacy. No one in my dorm cares if you come over, and no one's likely to come knock on the door to get something." I guess he agreed that it was a good point, because he just turned to grab his leather jacket (still gorgeous italian leather despite getting beat up somewhat) and gestured for me to lead the way out the door.

*****

Leading James into my dorm room was probably one of the hardest and most erotic things I've ever done. After walking silently from his house to my dormitory, I know I couldn't keep my thoughts off stripping for him. Walking into the room (that I'd luckily cleaned up earlier that day) made my thighs clench and my heart skip a beat. I couldn't believe I was actually doing this.

But James had taken the time during the walk to come up with a way to get past the awkwardness. "Is that the outfit you want for the regular pictures?" he asked me, hands quickly pulling his camera out of the case while he smiled at me, no signs of anything other than friendly helpfulness on his face. I wasn't ready to look too closely at his eyes, those expressive green eyes of his, so I'm not sure if he had more on his mind than being friendly. I know I sure did.

I looked down at myself, then shrugged. My jeans were one of my nicer pairs, and the button-front navy shirt was nice, and dressed up the jeans a little. "Sure, these are nice enough. What does my photographer think?" It wasn't quite as natural as my usual joking, but it was halfway there. C'mon, Kristen, you are friends. This is going to go fine, I told myself. But if it was going to go fine, why was I so jittery?

James looked around the room quickly, assessing the scene with his photographer's eye. Then he nodded at the blue wall hanging above my bed. "That'll make a nice background. We can do a couple sets if you want to change outfits," he told me professionally, and the knot of unease started to unwind in my stomach. He was going to be very good about this, I realized with relief.

I nodded, taking a look at the background and then hopping up on my purple comforter so the center of the medallion design was just above my shoulder. "Like this?" I asked, crossing my ankles and gently setting my hands on my knees.

"You look great, Kris," he told me, bringing his camera up to his eye and using the lens rather than the digital view screen. It made me feel like he was eagerly framing good shots for me, rather than just watching the result of where he aimed his camera. "Tilt your head a bit to the... to your left? Great." He let me pose naturally, occasionally adding little pointers like that, until I was quite pleased he'd asked to take the pictures... I was getting a professional photoshoot here.

"Give me a moment to change my shirt?" I asked him after we'd probably taken close to fifty photos. "The white linen shirt of mine is a little more relaxed, and it'll match this tapestry real well, too." He nodded, turning to let himself out of the room. I was going to stop him, tell him he was going to see me naked eventually, but I bit my lip. He was being very courteous of me and my feelings, I wasn't going to stop him. I unbuttoned the navy shirt and hung it up quickly (more to get it out of the way than because I cared if it was hung up), then grabbed my white shirt and rolled up the sleeves like I usually wore it. Then I realized I was wearing a black bra and wasn't sure if I had a white one.

I was rummaging in my drawer when I heard James' voice. "Jeez, Kristen, how long does it take to change your shirt?"

"Gimme a sec!" I yelled, quickly yanking on a white bra and buttoning up the white linen, then I opened the door for him. "I didn't exactly wish to be showing anyone this under my white shirt," I snarked at him, waving my black bra in his face. "I want to send some of these to my grandma!" I wasn't prepared for the hungry eyes that met mine across the black cotton, and I completely lost my train of thought. My mouth was open to say something, but I quickly closed it and looked away from his eyes. I didn't know what to say to the look he was giving me.

He must've gone back to his professional-mode, because his voice betrayed nothing of the turmoil playing between my legs. "Shall we continue?" I just nodded, not going to look up and meet his eyes just then. I turned around and sat on the edge of my bed, humbled by my finding. "Why don't you try kneeling?" he offered thoughtfully, though I didn't look up to judge his expression. "Sit on your heels and have fun with it. The outfit is more relaxed, so the pictures should be more relaxed."

I nodded, crawling onto the bed and kneeling, this time turning my body the other way so my right shoulder was to him, and the medallion tapestry design was behind my other shoulder. Luckily by the time I looked at him, the camera was up in front of his face so I couldn't see the expression in his eyes. "Pull your hair down?" he asked, and I could see his smile beneath the camera as I yanked the navy scrunchie from my hair and shook my curls down around my shoulders. "Wow, Kris," he breathed quietly as he moved to start snapping pictures, and this time I had a feeling it wasn't some sarcastic remark he was making. I started thinking back, wondering if he'd said anything else earlier that I assumed was sarcasm that might've been some other emotion entirely, but he stopped me. "Hey, focus here!" he called with a wave.

I turned my attention back to him, and flipped my hair around to hang down behind my head as I bent my head and looked at him coyly. "Better?"

"Hell yeah! You're finally getting into it! C'mon, Kristen, give me some fun pictures. Just be comfortable with it, and they'll come out wonderf'ly." I was starting to understand that, and though his emotional eyes were still on my mind, I enjoyed flirting with him and his camera. When we hit 100 pictures, he lowered the camera with a grin. "Wow. And here I was going to let you borrow my camera 'for a few photos'..." he told me, and I blushed, looking over at the pictures he was glancing through, but he waved me back. "Nah, you don't get to see them yet. I'll take out the ones that were more filler shots and give you the good ones." I pouted at him, realizing a little late that I might be in for a more emotional response than the joking mood in which I'd offered the expression, but he just grinned and poked my stomach. "So, Miss Fatty, still wanna take pictures to convince yourself to go to the gym?"

I blushed, but since we were in the joking mode, I couldn't very well go all quiet and embarrassed. "Yeah, I guess. I'll put my black bra back on to start with, I think."

He nodded. "I'll give you a moment to change," he said with a smile, turning and leaving again. This time it seemed really unnecessary, especially since he was going to be coming back in with me naked anyway. "Why don't you get in bed?" he said over his shoulder before the door closed entirely. I didn't quite know where his mind was going with that, but hey, I'd let him lead here. He'd done pretty well with the normal photoshoot.

I slid out of my clothes and dropped them in my laundry basket, sliding out of my white bra and back into the black one I'd had on earlier. I closed my laptop and moved my goose-neck lamp on top of it, so Dima could use it for mood lighting if he wished, instead of the fluorescent overhead light, then slid into bed and pulled the covers up to my neck so I could maintain my illusion of clothes as long as possible. "Come on in!" I called.

He came back in with a half-smile on his face and closed the door, then locked it. "You sure about this?" he asked me, noting the covers attached to my chin.

I winced, making a face, then nodded, my eyes tight shut. "I... yes," I told him, opening my eyes. "How do you want me?" I asked without thinking, and got a surprised look that set my body shivering. "I mean, um, how do you want me to pose for this? I've never done this before."

"Neither have I," he pointed out, moving a few steps closer and looking at me with this mixed expression of tenderness and professionalism. "How about on your side, facing this way. Bend one arm up to pillow your head, erhm, maybe under the pillow," he directed as I moved. "Fold the blankets down just enough to place your arm easily at your side... is that comfortable?"

I nodded, pausing to bend my elbow and let my hand drift down to hang in front of my stomach. That felt natural. "There."

He smiled wider than he had before, eyes glistening. "Close your eyes as if you're asleep, and I'm going to mess with the lighting so it looks like you're just waking up."

I nodded, sighing to try and relax my muscles as I closed my eyes. It was actually making me more tense, hearing him move about quietly without me seeing him. "Just tell me when you're starting to shoot," I asked him.

"Already did," he replied, and I could hear the smile in his voice. "Relax, Kris. You look beautiful." I was going to open my eyes and reply, but since he said he was already taking pictures, I felt kinda awkward moving. "Open your eyes slowly," he instructed, and I did as he asked. "Look towards your alarm clock as if it's beeping at you. Stretch out an arm to turn it off, but don't actually get up." When I reached my arm across my face, he stopped me. "Other arm."

I blushed a little, switching arms, knowing his camera was pointed right at my face. Even with the blankets still up under my arms I felt exposed, but it was a good feeling. Having him and his camera in the same room with me sans clothing was like a prick to my senses, not painfully keeping me aware of it, but turning me on to the fact that he was going to see me naked.

"Lie back," he told me, keeping up his quiet running narration as he moved a step one way, then another, taking different angles of me. "On your back this time, and let the blankets drift down a few inches." He talked me through another repeat of this 'alarm routine', and had the blankets around my waist when that was done. "Grab the blankets and lift them like you would to throw them back, but freeze halfway there."

I did so, grabbing the blankets and yanking them back, trying to arrange my legs so his first view of my nearly naked body would be sensual, not messy. With my closer ankle tucked under my other calf, my legs were spread slightly, enough to show them off without blatantly spreading my legs for him, and my bra he'd already seen. I glanced over when I heard his odd inhale, and I think it was because he was having trouble breathing. I'm not that good looking, seriously. But from the state of the front of his pants, this was turning him on as much as it was me.

"Alright," he said after a moment of photographing, voice sounding so normal I had to wonder if I'd imagined his gasp. But the evidence of his enjoyment was still visible, so I hadn't imagined that. "Toss the blankets back and sit up slowly so I can take photos of various positions as you go."

Damn he was taking a lot of pictures. I don't think he'd taken quite so many when I was clothed, but maybe I was just imagining it because I hadn't been so sensitive to it before. As I sat up I could smell the vague scent of musk, and realized just how wet I was already. If he couldn't smell it yet, he certainly would soon. I ended up on the edge of the bed, left leg hanging off the edge of the bed while my right leg bent to hook my ankle under my left knee. I was very glad my panties were black at this point, otherwise the gigantic wet spot would've been visible between my spread legs. I posed various ways, arms pressing my breasts together to show of my cleavage, or leaning back with my head thrown back so it was nearly impossible to see anything but the smile on my face.

I know I was breathing heavier, posing for him to take picture after picture of me displaying myself for him... but I didn't notice that he was as well until he spoke, his voice a tad huskier than normal. "Lie on your side, prop yourself up on an elbow, and give me that smile you did earlier when I asked you to take down your hair." As vague as that last bit was, I knew what he meant, and so I lay down on my side, flipping my hair to the wrong side and then back so it would all hang down beside my face, and I bent my head to look at him sidelong, feeling like a total slut as my eyes traced the outline of his cock within his pants, and his camera took pictures of my different poses that flowed naturally from there. I didn't realize it when my posing added one finger in my mouth, sucking on it lightly and making eyes at his camera, but I heard the tiny groan from him. Then I realized what I'd done, and the position I was now in.

Beyond the position of my body, I had the choice to stop now, for I knew that if I kept going along the same line as I had been, I would be even less-clothed, and likely making noises myself. But when he lowered the camera, seeing the indecision in my eyes, the heat in his made the decision for me. I couldn't stop now. I was driving us both nuts, and I knew I needed to end that. Even if I couldn't end it with him, I could at least ease my own torment, and give him one hell of a show.

I took the finger from my mouth and trailed it wetly down my chest, between my breasts, leaving a trail of wetness glistening in its path. I heard the muffled groan as he picked his camera back up, and I saw the movement in the corner of my eye as he rearranged his pants in a failed attempt to hide his raging hard-on. I hesitated as I sat up, not sure if I could do this, but god damn I wanted to. I reached behind me to unclasp my bra, and moved slowly once the clasp was undone so he could take his pictures at each step of the way. I pulled the straps outwards off my shoulders, then let them fall, then removed the bra entirely.

But I couldn't keep going from there. That was as far as my confidence let me go before I had to stop. "Tell me how to pose," I asked him quietly. "I don't know from here."

He spoke slowly, and somehow managed to hide the groaning that had been evident before. "Raise your hands to cup your breasts," he told me, voice only trembling once. "Show them off."

I got the idea from his first statement, and certainly didn't need the second. That was my entire motivation at this point, because I needed to feel his intent gaze. I also didn't want to take off my panties just yet, because I could smell my own musk enough as it was. So I sat up primly, leaned one shoulder forward more than the other, and cupped my breasts, pushing them up and together at him and his camera as my breathing deepened. I had just realized that I wasn't taking pictures for me anymore. Every photo from now on would be for his own personal use alone.

The thought of James alone in his room, the lights off as he pressed his nose close to his monitor screen displaying pictures of me made the heat between my legs start to build, and it didn't seem to have any end in sight. I spread my legs for him as I tweaked my nipple, surprising myself with a low moan as I stimulated an already turned-on body. I'm pretty sure he shuddered, but my attention was distracted just then.

He found his voice and directed a few more poses, having me turned one way to get a profile of my cleavage, then leaning down and playing with a nipple. Once I was used to his voice directing me again he surprised me with a question. It didn't register at first, since I was expecting directions. So I had to look up and ask, "What?"

I saw the smile flash beneath the camera, white teeth visible in the shadow. "I asked if you masturbate," he said quietly, sounding amused. My fingers twitched on my nipple, making me shudder.