Katie looked at the photographs over and over. One had a striking, beautiful face that expressed both innocence and a deep desire to lose it. The lips full, the long hair tousled, with just enough of it hanging down over bright blue, thirsty, 'come get me' bedroom eyes. Another showed a pair of magnificent breasts, defying gravity so well that the thick, long nipples were pointing more up than out. A third picture showed an ass, tight and small, but with a perfect bubble form that seemed to have come from its very own heavenly mold. And then there was the pussy photo, a thin, razor-straight strip of hair leading down to an otherwise naked vagina, the flush lips just barely peeking out. There were others that showed these same body parts at different angles and distances, and others still that focused more on this body's tight abs, or the artistically sculpted legs. And a couple photos were full body shots of one of the most beautiful and sensual 22 year olds on Earth.
But none of the photos were particularly flattering. Katie wasn't even sure 'photos' was the right word, considering she'd taken them with a digital camera and was now shuffling through the 'almost' camera shop quality print-outs she'd made with her computer. They were more like generic wanna-be photos.
Not helping was the quality of the pictures themselves; none of the angles, of which Katie had taken dozens of for each shot, seemed to catch the subject right. The focus was off on a few, despite the auto-focus having been engaged the whole time. And the lighting was really bad--as bad as or worse than the lighting she'd seen on even the most amateur of sites from the internet. And these print-outs were the best pictures she had.
Katie was still naked from her own personal photo shoot as she sat at the desk in her bedroom, waiting for the last of the print-outs to finish. The same images were also on her computer screen, looking just as awkward and cold as they were on paper. She had hoped that seeing them on ink would bring some life to the photos, but so far she was still disappointed.
She hated failing, and even this little setback was frustrating to no end. It wasn't supposed to be this way. Taking nude pictures of herself was a big fantasy she was finally making come true, but she was so concerned with getting good results, that she only felt mildly aroused as she snapped photos of herself in the privacy of her bedroom. The shots showing her nipples were a testament to that: they were slightly erect, at best.
Katie had finally pushed for this fantasy to come true after meeting with a friend who confided that she had once posed for nude pictures, and was now featured on some internet porn site. The friend said it was a bad experience because of how little she was paid, and because she basically was conned into giving away her nude likeness for mere pennies to some shrewd dotcom entrepreneurs.
But, the friend, added, she also considered the moments before the eventual letdown to be among the most arousing of her life. "Posing nude for pictures", she had said, "especially when you know the whole world will get to see them, can almost make you cum from the sheer excitement of it all". She also said the nervousness is a good nervousness, and the tingling you get when you're finally doing it, though not the same as just before a good orgasm, can be equally satisfying.
Of course, this particular friend was a bit of nut, Katie knew, so her judgment wasn't necessarily the greatest.
Still, Katie expected to feel much more pleasure in taking these photos than she had. Hell, she'd had more fun just imaging taking the pictures than she had in actually doing it. And now there was no real pay off, because the pictures simply sucked.
Katie considered that her problem of taking pictures alone may be as simple as what it was: she was alone. Her friend, after all, had at least a couple strangers from the website there to watch as she posed, and whenever Katie had heard about other people doing it, usually it was couples doing it to each other as foreplay.
But Katie didn't have any friends she felt comfortable doing this with. While very open minded sexually, Katie had only very recently fed on her long-ignored lusts. The people she'd met thus far were mostly strangers she'd casually hooked up with, and despite what they were like in bed, none of the relationships were solid enough to trust with this amount of responsibility. If even one photo got out, it could end up on a million popular websites in less time than it took her to slip her clothes back on.
Feeling defeated, Katie slumped in her chair and stared at the screen. Her eyes wandered to the time, and suddenly she bolted upright--she knew exactly who to ask about this problem!
Katie lived at home with her folks still, but neither was home, so she grabbed only her ivory silk robe as she raced out of her bedroom and to the front door. She peeked out the window of the door and saw her target just where she thought she'd be; delivering mail to the house next door, and now coming this way.
Katie and Molly the mail carrier had a strange relationship that went back years, when Katie's family had first moved into the neighborhood. It started with a dildo that Katie had ordered for herself online. The company sending it promised the box would not giveaway the contents, but the box had been damaged during shipping, and so a whole corner was torn off. If someone gave it more than a casual glance, they'd be able to see exactly what it was.
And so when Molly came to deliver the item and saw this, she took it upon herself to keep it hidden when Katie's dad came to the door to receive the mail by hand. Later, after finishing deliveries to the block, Molly came back, snuck into the backyard where Katie was laying out by the pool, and slipped her the package.
Molly couldn't have known how huge was the disaster that she'd helped avert that day, and Katie couldn't thank her enough. They had sort of bonded since then, talking every once in a while about things that Katie didn't feel comfortable talking about with other people. Because Molly wasn't a biased parent, but still had the life experience far outweighing her teenage friends, she turned out to be a great confidant, even if the two had never met beyond Katie's doorstep. In fact, it was Molly that helped Katie to break out of her shell after high school--the girl she was back then didn't resemble the woman she was now in the slightest, and Katie had never felt better. She owed most of that metamorphosis to Molly.
Katie opened the door, peeking around the corner so as not to show too much of herself, even robed, to any neighbors passing by.
"Hey there, Katie," Molly said with a big grin. "Staying warm?"
It was November, and though the month had started off with record high temperatures, it was back down to the mid-forties today, and gloomy. Even still, Katie wasn't surprised to see Molly wearing her uniform shorts and dark sunglasses.
