This is my first story, having perused Literotica for a few years now, I'm finally jumping in to making my own submissions. I'd appreciate any feedback you may have to give, and I'm happy to present this to you all!
This is slow burn with a really long buildup. The scenario in this story has been in my mind for a while, and I'm glad to finally write it out completely. Please enjoy!
All characters in the story are over the age of 18.
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"Yeah, absolutely not," Taryn said, laughing at the absurd idea Kaylie had thrown out for a wedding gift to her fiancé. "I'm not going to take professional naked pictures for him, he sees me all the time! How is that even special?"
"They aren't naked pictures Taryn, its a boudoir photo shoot. There's a big difference!" Kaylie replied, defending herself.
"Ok, how so? You really expect me to take my clothes off and pose in front of a total stranger? I'm not a model and I'm definitely not a porn star!"
"First off," Kaylie retorted, "you could be a model, you have a great body! And second, it's not porn. Think of it as a photo session that shows off your intimate side. The poses aren't raunchy or anything like that, it would be classic poses, like a pin-up girl! Here, see for yourself."
Kaylie whipped out her phone and opened the photo album app, scrolled to a section and handed it to her best friend, whose jaw dropped when she realized just whose pictures she was seeing. It was Kaylie, posing in different lingerie sets with props.
These are... elegant, Taryn thought to herself, looking closely at the different pictures. They were taken in a bedroom and featured Kaylie's body well using different lights and angles. She stopped on one picture featuring Kaylie kneeling on a bed, facing a window with a sheer white sheet stretched across her front, causing her nipples to poke through the thin fabric. The final picture of the set was simple, Kaylie standing fully nude facing the camera, with a hand covering her pussy, leaving her breasts exposed.
"See? Not porn." Kaylie said, taking her phone back from Taryn, who was still trying to process what she'd just seen.
"Ok, I definitely see what you are talking about. Those pictures are hot! When did you have them done?"
"When Scott and I were engaged, I went to a bridal show and ran into a group of photographers that specialize in boudoir shoots, and the idea seemed fun! So I gave it some thought and had it done. I gave Scott a hardback book with the photos in it on the morning of our wedding, he went wild! He still keeps it in his nightstand."
Taryn looked at her matron of honor, still unsure of herself. "Were you nervous when you did it?"
"A little at first," Kaylie replied, "but once we got started I was surprised how quick the nerves went away. What I was really happy about though, was how the photos made me feel. Even now when I look at them, I feel beautiful, feminine, and confident. I know you'll feel the same way if you do it."
"I just don't know, I can't see myself doing this. I'll have to think about it," Taryn said. Her curiosity was peaked, however. "If anyone ever found out..."
"If anyone ever found out that you wanted to preserve a moment in your life when you felt amazing and decided to share that with your husband? Fuck 'em all if they judged, but no one but me, my photographer, and my husband know about these pictures. And you, now..." Kaylie said.
"Well your secret is safe with me!" Taryn quickly said, reassuring Kaylie.
"I know, and I wouldn't have shown them to you if I thought you might blab!" Said Kaylie. "But for real, if you don't do it, that's totally fine and I definitely respect you for it. Just tell me you'll think about it."
"I will," Kaylie replied.
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The next few weeks, Taryn tossed the idea back and forth in her brain, trying to decide what she wanted to do. Of course Brian would love it if she did it, of that she had zero doubt. What she was unsure of was how she would be in front of a camera like that. She didn't have doubts about her body, she took care of herself and had an excellent figure. A swimmer in high school, her 5' 6" frame filled out with graceful curves, long legs and a pair of perky, teardrop shaped C-cup breasts.
Her concern was whether she'd be too nervous to actually pose for the photos. This was new territory for her, and just thinking about it at times made her shake with anxiety. Finally, she concluded that she would try, and if the photos didn't turn out like she wanted, she could just trash them and come up with something else as a wedding gift for Brian.
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"Here's your latte," Taryn said to Kaylie as she sat down. They met up at a coffee shop to talk about wedding plans and what all still needed to be done before the big day. Most everything was already taken care of, a fact of which Taryn was grateful, so she could relax for the last two months before the wedding itself. A few odds and ends still remained but they were working through them comfortably.
"So I've been thinking about your wedding gift idea," Taryn told Kaylie.
"And...?" Kaylie asked, hopeful for her friend. A big smile slowly spread across Taryn's face.
"Yay yay yay!!! I'm so proud of you! Brian is going to LOVE it!" Kaylie exclaimed.
"Shhhhh! I don't need the whole coffee shop knowing my business!" Taryn said, slightly panicked at Kaylie's exuberant response to the news.
"Oh, don't worry about them, they don't know a thing," Kaylie said with a mischievous grin. "But if they did know, I'd bet you'd have some new fans!", waving to a table of guys across the room who looked over to see what the fuss was about.
"Stop!" Taryn laughed, shaking her head at how crazy this whole idea still was in her head. But Kaylie's response had worked to strengthen her resolve and make this photo shoot the best gift a groom could ever get from his bride. For the first time, Taryn was excited about it, and was ready to give boudoir photography a shot.
"So who did you use? Who was your photographer? Those pictures were so well done, the shots are great and they aren't photoshopped. I love them because they really capture you, and I want the same," Taryn told Kaylie, whose smile faltered for the first time.
"What's wrong?" She asked, seeing Kaylie's reaction to her questions. Now Kaylie looked truly worried.
"Oh... you probably don't want to use my photographer..." Kaylie said, breaking eye contact with Taryn and looking down at the floor.
Taryn was confused. Why couldn't she use the same person Kaylie used? It wasn't like her to be so hesitant. Did Kaylie think it was some sort of contest, that Taryn's pictures would come out better? Taryn, inspired by seeing the results of Kaylie's shoot, just wanted to get a great result as well, was that too much to ask?
"What the hell is your problem?" Taryn asked Kaylie, truly hurt by Kaylie's response.
Kaylie, still avoiding Taryn's gaze, said, "It's... it's nothing. I just don't think you'd want the same one."
Taryn was mad now. "Why not? What's with the secrecy? You're the one that convinced me to do this in the first place!"
Kaylie finally looked back at Taryn. "Roger did the shoot."
"Roger... like my BROTHER Roger?" Taryn asked, not believing what she just heard come from Kaylie, and hoping it wasn't true.
"...Yeah." Kaylie said. "And he was great, I have no regrets about shooting with him, but he asked that I keep it quiet because he knew you and I are best friends and he didn't want to cause tension between us, if you knew that he shot me, he thought you might be upset!"
"I AM upset! He doesn't even do that kind of photography, I've seen his portfolio! He shoots nature, sports, and does like family portraits and stuff like that! Hell, he did our engagement photos so I'm actually IN his portfolio! Did he get you to do a shoot just so he could be pervy and have those pictures for himself? I'm going to kill him I swear!"
"Well... you haven't seen his entire portfolio," Kaylie said delicately. "He doesn't advertise that he does boudoir shoots. Pretty much because of the exact reaction you just had, he said that the first thought that most women have when they hear a male shoots boudoir is that they are just voyeurs with nice camera equipment. But it's not like that at all. He was the ultimate professional the entire time, and I actually think it helped me out just knowing the person behind the camera."
"So if he doesn't advertise, how did you hear about him?"
"Please believe me, it was completely random and its all word of mouth. He shot my cousin's boudoir session, who told me about it and gave me his email. It's completely different from his other photography business, and so I had no idea who it was until I did a meet and greet with him a week before we were scheduled to shoot. It ended up being me convincing him to take the gig, because initially he was going to back out."
Taryn still couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her brother, Roger, a boudoir photographer? No way. She tried to visualize him in that capacity, taking shots of a woman in lingerie, working angles, getting her to change poses, and moving lights around for a shot. It was true that he was gifted as a photographer, occasionally being published in magazines, and running a successful side business on top of his full time job as a business manager for an accounting firm.
"Please don't be mad at me... or him for that matter," Kaylie said, worried that their lifelong friendship had just shifted.
Taryn smiled at Kaylie reassuringly. It would take more than that to separate the two. "I'm not... are you surprised I'm a little shocked about it though? I'm glad your pictures came out great, but I guess that rules out your photographer for me!"
Kaylie laughed, relieved that she and Taryn weren't at odds.
"You're right... I guess it does."
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The next day, Taryn began her search for a boudoir photographer in earnest. Kaylie helped, as they poured over portfolios online of photographers in the area and reached out to a few of them with questions they had about pricing packages. Most of the pictures were good, but Taryn noticed that none of them had captured their subjects quite like Roger had with Kaylie. As she reviewed photos, she began seeing unnatural poses, poor backdrops, and sub-par editing. Roger's photos were the standard by which all others were judged, and none of them were performing to that benchmark.
Taryn was starting to give up hope that she would find a good photographer. Knowing the quality of the photos wasn't what she expected, the nervousness about even doing the shoot once again started creeping into her mind. Then, she remembered what Kaylie said during their conversation, about her confidence in front of the camera being helped because she actually knew the person behind the camera.
She knew Roger, obviously. Three years her senior, growing up with Roger was a typical brother-sister relationship. As children they were both each other's biggest ally, and fiercest enemy at times. He was the annoying older brother, while she was the bratty little sister. Into adulthood, their relationship had formed into a friendship and they genuinely enjoyed each other's company. She knew as his sister, she could trust him. But with this?
No way, not a chance. Sure, he's seen me in a bathing suit loads of times, would this really be that different? Surely he would know why I'd want to do a shoot, and I don't have to get over the hurdle of meeting a total stranger.
