Sarah and I were former classmates who took a photography class together. She was petite girl, but had a pretty curvaceous ass and perky tits. She liked wearing leggings, but never wore shirts long enough to cover up her ass. We sat next to each other and I enjoyed taking a peak at her during class when she didn’t notice. Sometimes, she would bend over in her desk and I’d get a view of what color thong she was wearing. I was too shy to make a move, but we stayed in touch as friends after the semester ended.
Fast forward a year and a half later. We’ve both graduated and we’re now young professionals with student debt. I have a full-time job and she’s working as a freelance photographer while also part-timing as a restaurant server. We’ve been texting each other reminiscing about the class, our grumpy, by-the-book professor, and life in general.
She tells me that she’s having trouble finding subjects to shoot in-between her occasional wedding shoots and other gigs. I half-jokingly offer to help her out by inviting her over to shoot professional headshots of me for her portfolio. I’m pretty camera shy, but she’s the kind of girl that makes me want to do things I normally wouldn’t. To my surprise, she says yes and we set up a date and time.
When the day finally arrived, she came over to my one-bedroom apartment wearing her usual black leggings, along with a crop top and no bra. The nipples on those perky tits were clearly visible through her shirt. I helped her carry in her lighting equipment and she set everything up. Then we got to work. She took professional photos of me. Headshots, pictures of me in my study area and office, etc. Things you’d see on a LinkedIn profile or a corporate website.
After a couple of hours, we took a break and I made us lunch. We caught up and made small talk. Now before I go any further with this story, I should mention that in her spare time, Sarah has a NSFW Instagram page where she posts erotic photos of nude models often in very kinky and erotic positions. I often use that page to get off. I finally mustered up the courage to ask her about it and she told me she was sex positive and liked experimenting with 18+ content.
She asked me if I liked that page and I told her, in a suggestive tone, that I enjoyed it a lot. She laughed and asked me if I would like to be a part of it. I asked her if she was serious. She assured me she was. She promised not to show my face unless I wanted to and would not use any shots that I didn’t like.
At first I was scared by the thought of having erotic pics of me exist on the internet, but then I realized that perhaps on some level, the fact that she was asking me meant she might’ve been attracted to me. If I play my cards right, this might lead to something. I enthusiastically responded yes. We finished lunch, she changed the lens on her camera and we got back to work.
I asked her what kind of poses and things she wanted me to do. Sensing that I was a bit nervous, she told me to do whatever I felt was comfortable. So I slowly took of my shirt and she took a couple of photos of my abs while I flexed for her. She could tell I worked out and complimented me on my abs, which boosted my confidence.
I was getting harder by the second. Sarah just kept complimenting me, telling me how hot I was. It got to the point where my jeans couldn’t restrain my boner. So I slowly dropped my pants to my ankles. My boner was pulsating through my underwear, which were stained with a good amount of pre-cum. Sarah got down on her knees in front of my boner and took some shots. Her compliments had stopped and she just quietly knelt there taking sporadic shots of my boner.
My nervousness had returned and I looked up at the ceiling and questioned if I made a mistake. I looked around in horror and wondered if maybe she wasn’t impressed with my package. Was she repulsed by the sight of my pre-cum and arousal? I could slowly begin to feel my penis become flaccid. Then I heard the sound of someone panting faintly. In my self-doubting, I realized she had stopped taking pictures. I looked down and Sarah was doing the panting and her eyes were dead-locked on my penis. I realized what was happening. My fearfulness instantly turned to elation. Sarah was getting turned on.
With my confidence now restored, I asked her if she wanted to see it. She looked up at me with a pair bedroom eyes while biting down on her lower lip and nodded yes. Then I pulled down my underwear, allowing my now-fully erect boner to flow freely in front of the hottest girl I’ve ever met. She put down her camera and immediately took me into her mouth. She twisted, jerked and sucked on it as if she were a starving homeless person scarfing down food at an all you can eat buffet. My knees started shaking. I was having trouble standing because of how good she was doing. But that wasn’t enough. I stopped her and said that I wanted to do more.
So we went into my bedroom and she slowly peeled off her leggings and her tiny pink thong. Both articles of clothing were stained with her juices and her trimmed pussy was completely soaked. I told her to lay back on my bed so I could return the favor. She obeyed and I started eating her out. I vigorously licked her clit and occasionally inserted it into her. I wanted her to feel the same level of pleasure that I felt just now. She aggressively moaned and grabbed my sheets. Then she told me she couldn’t take it anymore and needed to feel me inside her. I slowly worked my way up her body, kissing her stomach and tits while doing so, and we both let out a soft moan as I slowly penetrated her. I fuck her missionary style for a bit, starting off slow at first and then thrusting faster and faster.
Eventually I exited her, flipped her petite body over so that she was lying on her stomach, and started fucking her doggy-style. A moment or two of this resulted in a combination of things that heralded the end of our quick session. The sound of our thighs slapping against each other, the unmistakable, sticky noise made when a dick enters an extremely wet pussy, and the sound of her pleasure with each pump from my dick. It was too much and we were both heading over the edge.
Sarah told me she was going to cum. That was my cue and I immediately pumped her as hard and rapidly as I could. She started convulsing in orgasmic joy. Her arched back twitched while she let out a series of blissful screams. Shortly after her orgasm began, I pulled out and started involuntarily grunting aloud while shooting several ropes across her back. After which, I laid back in bed. After a minute of silent relaxation, we talked. Sarah revealed that she knew I was attracted to her all along and that the whole photoshoot was basically a setup to get into her pants.
I apologized for my masquerade, but she told me it was fine and assured me she wouldn’t have gone through with it if she wasn’t attracted to me as well. Lucky for me, she had a thing for shy guys. I thanked her for the photoshoot and she packed up her photography stuff. Just before she left, we hugged and passionately kissed each other. She told me the next time I want to fuck, let her know so she can leave her camera equipment at home. We became fwb after that and we still meet up regularly for “photoshoots” to this day.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/kd5xs5/mf_a_fun_photoshoot_with_my_former_college_crush