Candid Moments

All Characters in this fiction are over the age of 18

Chapter 1

The cobblestone streets of Old Prague echoed with the laughter of students and the hum of life. The autumn air was cool and crisp, fooling them into thinking they needed woollen sweaters even as the sun shone down on the brick buildings. The University campus was abuzz with activity, conversations flitting from corner to corner, carried on the wind.

Lena and Rose found themselves in a small, dimly lit diner nestled within the heart of the city. The walls were adorned with eclectic paintings, while black-and-white photographs lined the walls.

The scent of fresh bread and spices wafted through the air, mingling with the smell of coffee and the soft murmur of conversations. It was a place where students, theologians and artists converged, a haven for those seeking thought-provoking discussions on life and philosophy.

Lena and Rose sat at a worn wooden table near the window, their textbooks and camera tote bags at their feet. Lena, with her long, light brown hair and piercing brown eyes, looked particularly focused as she scribbled on a notepad.

While she was a woman of few words, those who knew her well never failed to recognise the ambition that smouldered behind her reserved exterior. Lena had a certain aura that commanded respect, but it was not devoid of warmth. An innate leader, Lena possessed a captivating intelligence that radiated from within her slender frame, making her an undeniable force.

At the other end of the table sat Rose, blissful and beaming. Her shoulder-length, sun-kissed curls framed her expressive blue eyes and open countenance.

The very essence of vivacious optimism, she could light up a room with her spirit and infectious laughter. Curvier than her best friend Lena, with a more voluptuous frame, Rose always wore her body as a badge of honour. Despite frequent moments of self-doubt and fear in her past, she was secure in her identity, unafraid to be her exuberant, genuine self.

With soft giggles and gentle nudges, they dove into their dinner of goulash and dumplings, occasionally pausing to flip through notes and discuss class material.

Lena was the first to bring up their upcoming assignment while they sipped rich, aromatic cups of coffee. It was due the day after tomorrow, and neither had even begun. The task was to make a photographic study of a subject in their natural life. Essentially, a "day in the life" type story, but in film. They had tossed around ideas for days, but neither had settled on anything that inspired them.

"I was thinking perhaps something outside the box." A playful glimmer danced in Rose's eyes. "How about we photograph strangers in their most honest moments, and just don't tell them!"

Lena pondered her suggestion, considering the morals of such an act, her brow furrowing for a moment. As if wiping away her doubts, she eventually nodded in agreement. "That could work, or....." she hesitated, "We could photograph each other," Lena proposed, a sly smirk gracing her lips. "That way, we can ensure honesty. It's not like there are any secrets between us, and we do spend a lot of time together. It would be almost like not doing the assignment at all."

Rose played with the frayed threads at the hem of her sleeve, her cheeks tinted with the slightest blush at the challenge. "Yeah, I could do that.

"Let's do it them. Meet me tomorrow in my room, and we can plan the day" Rose replied determinedly, her enthusiasm reaching new heights.

"Alright," Lena agreed, a curious flicker in her big brown eyes. "We can just walk around Prague, keep some distance between us, and we will never know what and when the other is photographing. It shouldn't be too difficult since we are comfortable with each other."

Little did they know that what they were about to embark upon would stretch the boundaries of their friendship, shatter their illusions of complete familiarity and uncover new facets of their friendship.

Chapter 2

The following morning, the sun rose on a crisp Prague October day, casting a golden glow over ancient buildings as Lena walked to and from the campus café, with coffee for them both.

Ever punctual, she arrived at Rose's dorm room promptly at nine o'clock. She knocked on the door, camera bag in hand with her camera equipment neatly tucked inside. Lena was the epitome of order. 'Everything has a place, and everything in its place' she could hear her mother saying.

Rose was a lot more relaxed, about everything. She opened the door with sleepy eyes and yawned widely. She was wearing flannel pyjamas, her hair tied up in a messy ponytail. A single look around revealed a riot of clothing, sheets of crumpled paper, and abandoned books scattered across the living space.

Rose, ever the unapologetic free spirit, grinned sheepishly at Lena's bewildered expression. "I like to think I work well in chaos," she said, raising her hands defensively. "But, I swear I know where all my things are!"

Lena shook her head with a bemused chuckle and said "Get in the shower. We have work to do!"

Armed with her trusty camera, Lena positioned herself near the doorway of Rose's bathroom, focusing the lens towards the glass shower door. As the steam from the hot shower enveloped the room, the glass became foggy, revealing only fleeting glimpses of Rose's silhouette. A tinge of excitement and perhaps a slight shiver of discomfort rippled down Lena's spine. However, she felt drawn to this opportunity, her artistic spirit craving the capturing of raw, honest moments in time.

Taking a deep breath, she pressed the shutter button, freezing the tender, vulnerable image of her friend mid-lather. The water hitting the shower screen had cleared the fog, and replaced it with rivulets causing the distorted shape of Rose's naked body to be better revealed.

She tilted the camera, finding a pleasing angle, she kept clicking shots as Rose rinsed off, soap suds running down her skin like liquid gold. Lena's fingers skimmed the buttons of her camera, capturing several shots in quick succession, each one seemed to unveil a new layer of her friend's essence.

The camera allowed her to view this intimate episode through the lens, ensuring both distance and closeness.

Stepping out of the shower, dew-kissed skin glowing, Rose towelled her soft curls. She had no idea Lena was photographing, the music coming from the shower speaker drowned out any sound, and Lena was well positioned to hide herself as she snapped away.

Lena dropped the camera into a pile of clothes on the floor as Rose turned toward her. Not one to be shy, she met Lena's eyes with a smile, reaching for her underwear. Lena could feel her cheeks flush as she raised the camera once more when safe to do so, her fingers trembling slightly. She carefully framed the shot, capturing the exquisite intimacy of Rose pulling on her lace panties, and strapping her ample breasts into a matching bra.

Rose was oblivious, singing along to the music, dancing in her underwear as she applied her makeup and blow-dried her hair. Lena was getting some great photos, she wondered if she had enough already for her assignment!

Rose squeezed into her tight jeans and pulled her black top over her head, stretching it to get her breasts inside, and still, Lena caught it all on film.

She put her camera down, allowing herself a moment to absorb the reality of the situation. Her friend was mere feet from her, her body now covered, trusting and unguarded.

"Alright," Rose said, playfully tossing her towel over her shoulder. "Where are we going to do this?" Rose's question interrupting Lena's contemplative thoughts.

Lena blinked, bringing herself back to reality. "Anywhere, it's more about us than the surroundings. I thought we would just catch each other off guard as we wander about the city"

"Perfect, lets go"

Lena grabbed her camera and put it around her neck without Rose seeing it was already out, she was too busy looking for her own camera bag amidst the cacophony in her room.

They exited the dorm room, descended the creaky wooden steps, and soon found themselves enveloped in Prague's charming, cobblestone streets. The mellow sunshine filtered through ancient trees, casting dappled light upon their intertwined shadows. They spent the first hour strolling lazily, snapping shots of street musicians, laughing children, and bustling cafés and of course, each other. Lena, ever the perfectionist, painstakingly curated angles and lighting, ensuring that her photos truly encapsulated the beauty and energy of the city.

Meanwhile, Rose's images were bright and uplifting; her trademark style oozed contagious joy and soulful curiosity.

Together, they photographed their chance-encountered subjects and each other alike, without hesitation or restraint. The sun continued its slow descent, and dusk cast a hazy, golden hue over the city.

Chapter 3

The continued to take snapshots of each other as they wandered through the fading light, finally arriving at the famous Charles bridge, with its gothic statues and shadowy light in the last throes of the day.

Lena had been keeping her secret all day and could not keep it any longer. She had to tell Rose about the photos she took this morning of her in the shower. She called Rose who was a few metres away, and asked her to come over to her near the stone wall of the bridge, beneath the statue of Saint John. As Rose grew curious at Lena's serious demeanour, she approached her. Lena held up her camera.

"I've got a confession to make," Lena said, locking eyes with Rose. "Before we set off today, I took some photos I want you to see that you don't know I took" She hesitated for a moment, then continued, "They're of you in the shower, and they're... intimate."

The words hovered in the air between them, a weight on their shoulders. After a beat, Lena handed her camera to Rose carefully, with reverence.

Rose's eyes widened in shock, and then narrowed in the telltale sign of her brewing curiosity. She scrutinized each image thoroughly, her face a shifting kaleidoscope of surprise, admiration, and finally, intrigue.

"These are..." She paused, searching for the right words. "Intense, Lena. But I guess I don't have to tell you that, do I?"

Lena shook her head, as if on cue, and then shrugged casually, hoping her gesture hid the anxiety spiralling inside her. "I just thought--I mean, I didn't know if anyone had ever captured you like that, and it was a beautiful moment. I won't use them in the assignment, and if you don't want them, I will delete them. I just thought they were so beautiful" Lena's voice wavered slightly at the end.

Rose's gaze never left the screen. "No, don't delete them," she whispered, realizing the depth of her feelings as the photos touched her soul. "Keep them," she paused, then added, "I might even let you use some if.........."

"If?" Lena asked, wanting her friend to continue

"If I get to take some of you....... you know, like that. Wouldn't that make it fair?"

Lena hesitated, then admitted, "I guess that would make it fair, but I will know you are taking them, they won't be candid."

"I'm sure you can fake it, for me" Rose replied with a wink, a roguish smile playing on her lips. Flirtatiously, she added, "Anyway, when it comes to you, I think I might enjoy the challenge of making you comfortable being vulnerable in front of my lens."

Lena felt her heart flutter at the thought, and she gulped in response to her friend's proposition.

"Alright," she managed to say, struggling to keep her voice steady. "But let's go back to my room, yours is such a mess!"

Rose flashed Lena a dazzling smile, her teeth glinting in the dimming golden light. "Lead the way, my leud photographer," she murmured, the confidence in her voice undeniable.

Chapter 4

Lena's dorm room offered sweeping views of the pristine, manicured university lawn from its top-floor vantage point. Walls brimming with eccentric sketches intertwined with the invigorating scent of oil paints, shaping an atelier teeming with creative energy.

Lena carefully put her camera away, before turning to Rose and asking "What do you want me to do? I don't know how this can be natural, when we have to stage it like this"

Rose replied "We can make it work. What do you normally do when you come home?"

"That depends on what I have been doing, where I have been, how tired I am, you know. Why don't you give me a scenario, and I will try to work something out" Lena was feeling a little unsure of what was happening here, but Rose seemed quite in control, which was a turn around, because Lena was normally the one in control.

"Alright," Rose decided after some contemplation, "what about this - Imagine you're really tired after your day. You had to deal with a few issues, and now you're finally done and want to relax. You get your favourite drink, a glass of wine perhaps? And then what do you do?"

Lena played along.

She grabbed a bottle of red wine from the corner of her room, feigning exhaustion, taking slow, deliberate steps around her space as if to embody the reality she intended to convey. Taking a seat on the edge of her bed, she added a final touch of authenticity by unzipping her boots and letting them fall quietly to the floor.

Rose, encouraged by her play-acting, moved around the space, positioning herself away from Lena, viewing the action through the lens of her camera as she snapped shot after shot.

Lena, only half pretending to be exhausted, leaned back on her pillows, half-heartedly picking at a tissue in her lap as she drank her glass of wine.

The atmosphere in the room was thick with anticipation, both women barely daring to breathe as they awaited the next move.

Rose, driven by the urge to capture the true essence of Lena's vulnerability, moved a little closer to the bed. Lena, still play acting her role, thought briefly about what she might do if she were here alone after a difficult, exhausting day.

She undid the button and zipper on her jeans, exposing her red lace panties, and the same with her white blouse. She was not wearing a bra, so the swell of her small firm breasts were immediately visible through the lens. "I would do this" she thought.

Lena was surprised at how aroused and liberated she felt, exposing herself to her friend. Of course, they had seen each other naked before, but never with a camera documenting her every move. With delicate precision, Lena ran her fingers over the supple curve of her exposed breasts, causing her nipples to harden visibly through the soft white fabric of her blouse.

Rose found herself suddenly short of breath, transfixed by the vulnerability her friend exuded. She was witnessing a side of Lena she had never before seen before. Of course, she expected Lena must play with herself in private, who didn't, but at the end of the day, this was not actually private, no matter what they were trying to pretend.

For a brief moment, Lena's gaze lingered upon Rose, as if to silently communicate her trust in her friend. With a determined nod, she resumed her actions, slipping her right hand into the opening at the front of her jeans.

Her breath became ragged as she began to touch herself with the same tender care she had used on her breasts.

The quiet, deliberate movement was almost meditative as she continued to massage herself, eyes closed, her fingers moving in time with her own racing heart.

Rose's eyes greedily drank in the sight before her. Her heart hammered against her breastbone, and the electric tension between them sparked from deep within her core.

Lena continued to touch herself her hand cupping her swollen lips through her panties, her hips slowly grinding against the palm of her hand. Rose watched with bated breath, as she captured each delicate movement, each slight change intimately through her camera lens. It was as though something primal within Rose had awakened and she felt drawn to her friend, like observing her this way provided a glimpse into Lena's very soul.

The room was silent apart from Lena's whimpers and moans, as the scent of musky arousal permeated the air.

Nothing in the world could break the magnetic pull that now held Rose rapt, her finger pressed to the camera's shutter button. She was lost in the intensity of Lena's arousal, overwhelmed by the raw passion unfolding mere inches from her.

Lena removed her hand, wet now even though the panties were still in place, and slid her jeans awkwardly from her sweaty thighs, followed by her panties, the gusset sticking to her wetness as she pulled them, finally giving way, and sliding down. She kicked both jeans and panties to the floor, and resumed her ministration. Her blouse was now fully open, her heaving breasts, though small and firm, were the host of hardened nipples that portrayed Lena's state of arousal, as if her crotch did not.

Rose could not stop watching and photographing, though she knew it must be wrong, at least somewhere, but she was compelled to continue the documentation of this event, if not for her assignment, for Lena, and if she were honest, for herself as well.

Lena was coming to the end, her climax imminent, she had her fingers inside her from her right hand, her left hand frantically rubbing her clitoris, she was close, so so close, she was so wet the only sounds in the apartment were of two girls breathing heavily, and the sticky wetness from Lena's fingers as the pushed in and out of her vagina, bringing her closer to the end.

Panting and drenched in a glossy sheen of sweat, Lena began to twitch on the bed, her body jerking and trembling as her orgasm took hold.

Rose could no longer resist, she threw the camera aside, climbed out of her clothes as fast as humanly possible, and jumped onto the bed, straddling Lena's spent body. Their faces were mere inches apart, and all the pent-up tension between them seemed to explode in a shower of sparks. As their lips met in a fierce, hungry kiss, Lena reached up with her free hand and wrapped tightly around Rose's neck, pulling her into the deepest of kisses. Never before had their lips met, yet that was just the tip of the iceberg to what Rose wanted to do.

Like two long-lost lovers, they dove into the fiery embrace, spurred on by the same passion that had taken root in their hearts as Lena's body writhed and pulsed in the throes of her magnificent climax.

Rose ground against Lena, her pubic hair rubbing coarsely yet pleasurably against Lena's bare mound.

Lena took charge, rolling Rose from her, and sliding her fingers, still sticky with her own juice, down Rosed stomach, through her pubic curls, and between her lips. The slick wetness that filled Rose's lips from capturing the scene on film now mingled intimately with Lena's own release still on her fingers.

It was a slow dance, a delicate unravelling of selves as her fingers swept slowly across Rose's swollen lips, over the entry to her being which Lena was surprised to find held a veritable pool of arousal already. Slowly, very slowly, Lena moved her fingers, now using only one finger to heighten the directness of her touch, around Rose's soaking wet lips, just travelling outside her most intimate core, over and over, with Rose doing her best to control Lena's touch, and failing.

Finally, Lena's sole finger flicked against Rose's clitoris, sending a bolt of exquisite electricity throughout Rose's body. Lena continued to work on the clitoris, strumming the chords of passion in synchronised harmony. With each deft stroke, Lena painted Rose's soul not only with lust but also tenderness. She continued to kiss her passionately, and Rose returned each bruising kiss, their tongues dancing to the same rhythm as Lena's fingers.

Their passion, a masterful orchestra, reached a feverish crescendo, building block by block as their bodies entangled, melting into a molten pool of desire.