This is my first story. As a warning, I tend to find the lead up more exciting to read about than the act itself. That's not to say I purposely neglected writing about the act, but as a warning that is an area I'm going to need to work at to improve as an author.
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All through college Brent was never seen without a camera. Brent was always trying to capture the best shot. It would annoy the hell out his friends when he'd make them pose for pictures and hold it while he moved around searching for the best angle, but they all appreciated the end result. Everyone said he had talent, but he just viewed it as a hobby. He never took a photography class or even considered pursuing it professionally.
As the days since graduation passed, Brent found himself thinking back to college more and more. His social calendar had significantly diminished since college. The job he had first landed was in the next state over, and Brent had a difficult time making new friends. This job consisted of being locked in a cubicle 9 hours a day. He already hated it, but it paid the bills and offered plenty of experience to help land that next job. Four months of this had passed when Brent's college buddy Nate called with an offer that would change Brent's life.
Nate asked Brent to be the photographer for his upcoming wedding. Money was tight with them both him and his fiancée having mountains of student debt. Brent knew and liked Nate's fiancée, Brenda. He had proposed to her over graduation weekend. She said yes, which was shocking to no one. The two of them did have a rocky start, a bit of a love triangle situation, but they patched things up and have been going strong for two years.
Brent was left speechless. "I don't know what to say."
"Say yes."
"Yes, of course. This is fantastic. I won't let you down." Brent went out that night to shop around for a higher end camera. He practiced every weekend until it was time to take the engagement photos. Nate said he liked the photos, but was relatively silent on the issue. Brenda, however, was her normal supportive self. She was really excited with how well they turned out, telling Brent that he had found his calling. That he should quit his job and become a professional photographer. Brent was mixed with excitement and fear of screwing things up. Time slowly crawled as the wedding approached and yet he felt like he barely had any time when he found himself looking through his camera lens at a beautiful young woman in a wedding dress.
Brenda was 5' 7", blonde and curvy. Brent loved curves on a woman, and her strapless mermaid-style wedding dress hugged every one of them. Brent asked her to turn around and look back over her shoulder. He zoomed in on her shoulder and face in profile for a breathtaking picture. He then moved the camera down to that peach of an ass on her. Brent just wanted to take a bite out of it. That picture would be left off the wedding CD.
"You look radiant," Brent said as he zoomed back out.
"Thank you," Brenda said with a smile.
Brent moved around and snapped a few more shots. His strategy was to take a wealth of shots and then go through looking for the best shots to deliver to his client, and maybe if he was lucky to have a few extra candids for his private collection. Brent lowered the camera for a moment to take in the beauty of the moment. "So are you ready to get married?"
"I guess I have to be."
Brent lowered the camera and raised his eyebrow at her response. "Why don't you sit down and take a break. I'll see if I can get you a water."
"No, I'm fine, just nervous."
Brent reached into his bag and pulled out his own half depleted bottle of water. "Here, sit down and take this. It'll make you feel better."
"Thanks, you've always been very thoughtful."
Brent grinned back and sat next down next to her. "It's a big step."
"Yea, hope it's the right one."
"You and Nate belong together. You're great for each other."
"Yea I know he is, but neither of us have been with many people. How do I know I'm making an informed decision?"
"Trust me, most men out there aren't worth pondering about." Brenda laughed at his joke. "Besides, that's why you had the bachelorette party."
Brenda laughed even more. "No, nothing like the movies. Just drinking with the girls."
Brent padded her knee, "You don't need to lie to me. I was there at the bachelor party, Nate told me of your arrangement."
Brenda lifted an eyebrow and shot him and odd look. "What are you talking about?"
"Don't get too mad at him. I'm pretty sure Mike would have decked him if he didn't explain himself. It seemed pretty odd at first, but it makes sense I guess."
"Brent, I really don't know what you're talking about."
"Maybe I shouldn't have said anything."
"You can't not tell me now. Brent, this is my future husband you're talking about. No secrets, now tell me."
"Ok you forced it out of me. Nate said that you both agreed to sow your remaining oats at the bachelor party."
"You're joking right? That's not very funny."
"I have proof." Brent took out his camera and scrolled through the pictures. "He told me not to bring it, but I couldn't resist. It's my baby, I can't put her down. All I have is a single photo." Brent showed Brenda the screen. A topless brunette in a thong was standing over a man in a chair. Her nipple in the man's mouth and the owner of that mouth was none other than Nate himself. "After his lap dance, he went into the back room with the stripper for a while."
