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.