[m/f] Playgirl Magazine photoshoot

So here’s some backstory: (sorry if this reads funny, I’m typing inside the text window here):
I knew Dayna from my freshmen year of college. We got along well because we were both kinda nerdy and liked skateboarding, anime and old sci-fi movies. She was a little more open about her love of Star Wars and everything geeky, whereas I was a little more withdrawn because I was into sports, and with that came the ridiculous stigma, “football players don’t watch Japanese cartoons”. In high school I was an athlete, and while I ran with a kind of ‘in-between’ crowd, youthful naivity kept my nerdiness closeted. I had an irriational fear of being socially ‘outed’ because nobody else was into that in my high school. College was great because I finally felt free to express myself and I met a ton of like-minded people. Dayna caught my eye immediately because she was tan, fit, had short black hair (pulled back into a ponytail…I don’t know what it is about girls with short hair that drive me wild, it just does) with a juicy ass and pair of breasts to match. Despite her physique, she hadn’t been wildly likeable in school. She had run with the ‘nerd’ crowd and as a result, didn’t know how hot she was. Come high school graduation, she had become full-figure gorgeous. Despite my sports career, I was equally shy and the two of us meshed well. We dated for a few months before we broke up and went out separate ways. It was mutual.

Fast forward to three years later. I was living in a house off-campus and Dayna was living on the other side of our small college-town in an apartment complex. We were both going into our senior year of college and had maintained a steady friendship through mutual friends. It was the tail end of summer and I was working as a stockboy at the local department store, trying desperately to save money for the upcoming school year. I had an academic scholarship but always needed money for rent, and of course, beer. I had spent so much time working that I hadn’t noticed Dayna was spending the summer in town. I had just finished loading a truck and noticed she was crossing the parking lot behind our store with some groceries.

“Hey Dayna!” I called. She looked up as she was loading groceries into her car. She waved and I met her halfway across the lot. She didn’t say anything at first, which I found odd until I noticed she was checking me out. I had spent the summer lifting heavy crates and boxes, loading trucks and working out at the gym in my free time. I had gotten pretty built. It was always hot in the back of the store loading trucks, so I was just wearing a pair of jeans and a white shirt. It was long since started to stick to me, which I hadn’t thought about until I watched Dayna’s eyes wash over me.

She had stayed active herself, attending free yoga classes and jogging in her spare time. She worked at the local gamestop, but having no extra money, I never went there to see if she was working.
“Hey,” she said finally. “I didn’t know you were in town.”
“Yeah, I’ve been here all summer,” I replied. She smiled warmly. We talked for another twenty minutes and decided to meet up later that night for a beer at my place.

I don’t know when, how or why I started to feel this way, but for as long as I remember—at least high school—I had a secret desire to be a stripper, or a model. The thought of tearing my clothes off in a sea of screaming women makes my heart skip a beat every time I think about it. Despite me being a ‘jock’, I was actually always very shy and didn’t have a lot of girlfriends in high school or college…let alone anyone that I ever felt comfortable enough talking about my secret desire to be an exhibitionist. I don’t know why I was always so shy about it. I had been tempted to go to a male amateur night at a strip club in the next town, but once again, I was afraid somebody I knew would see me. It was a very strange fear.

Then I heard that Playgirl magazine took amateur submissions. My heart skipped another beat. I could submit photos to them! The thought of a woman reviewing photos of my physique for submission to a magazine geared toward women was an even bigger turn-on (though I know women aren’t the primary audience…at least, anymore). A couple weeks prior to my run-in with Dayna I had taken a few nude photos of myself, filled out Playgirl’s online submission form, and emailed everything to them. I hadn’t thought of it since.

That night Dayna came over and brought over some beers. We got to drinking and started catching up on what we had been up to that summer. Our conversation was pretty straight-forward, we hadn’t done a whole lot except work and save up money. It was nice to have company all the same, as my roommates had all been gone with their families for a portion of the summer. It was a little lonely. I hadn’t seen Dayna in a while, and her nerdiness, bright smile and personality shined through all the time we had spent apart.

I’d be lying if I said I missed dating her. She was a lot of fun. We had never done anything more than make-out (as I was too shy to do much else) I’d also be lying if I hadn’t pictured her naked in my mind…especially now, considering I was more experienced sexually and we were both getting a decent buzz.

I was on my fifth beer, Dayna maybe on her fourth, when my phone went off. I thought it was a text message so I checked it. I had received a new email. I checked it, and it was from Playgirl. My heart was in my throat. Dayna saw the expression on my face and asked what it was. I looked up at her. I didn’t know what to say. My sober mind was screaming to play it off like a spam email, but my drunk mind took the lead and I said, “It’s from Playgirl Magazine.”

Dayna laughed, thinking I was kidding, until I showed her the message. It was actually a rejection notice. While I had gotten pretty fit during the summer, I was nowhere near centerfold material, though they did point out in the email that I would be “great for their Real-Men Section”, which was the section devoted to Amateur models. They asked for better quality photos to post in their magazine, if I was interested.

Dayna laughed again, and glanced at me. Her eyes did a quick scan of my body. She said, “well are you gonna do it?” I didn’t know what to say. My heart was still in my throat. Clearly she was turned on, but I had never shared my exhibitionist fetish with anyone before.
“I don’t know,” I said awkwardly. “I need to take better photos to submit. I don’t think they’re looking for selfies.”

We were both in my kitchen, Dayna was leaning against the counter opposite of me. I saw her hand gripping the edge of the countertop nervously. She looked at the floor, half smirked, then looked back at me.

“I mean, I have a camera…” she said shyly. “If, y’know…you wanna pose?”

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I’ll post part 2 tonight, as I’m running late to an appointment. If theres any interest I’ll write out the rest shortly.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4chtz4/mf_playgirl_magazine_photoshoot