Photographed by my Friend: Pt. 01

"Sure. Just...don't post it on social media. I don't want David recognizing my shirt from the pics, y'know?"

"Amanda," Bert said, a heavy tone to his voice. "I hate to break it to he, but...my face was in the center of the frame. No one is going to be looking at you in that pic."

I laughed, and he winked playfully at me.

"You wanna do this?"

"Just the bra, right?"

"Whatever you're comfortable with. Just think of me as your friendly B.E.R.T. Nokia 1.0."

"Ha ha," I sarcastically replied. My heart was racing. "Okay. But you're going to have to turn around while I take it off."

In response, he fiddled with his camera for a moment. He set it down on the desk, pointing straight at me, before turning away. I unhooked my bra and fumbled with it for a moment to remove it from under my shirt before tossing it aside.

Before telling Bert to turn down, I glanced down at my tits. I'm glad I did - my left nipple was poking out the side of the shirt. I quickly adjusted it, then told him I was ready.

"Sit on the bed."

I did as I was told.

Bert moved himself to my bed, kneeling above me. He must have had a *great* view down my top.

I tried not to think about it, instead focusing on the camera. That black, unblinking lens.

*Click.*

Grabbing my hand, Bert moved it to his neck. I was so conscious of my barely-covered body, and the way this whole thing escalated...I couldn't help but feel my nipples harden. I glanced down, and yup - sure enough, they were now clearly visible through my shirt.

"Perfect," he said cheerily. "Great job."

God, he thought I'd done it deliberately.

*Click, click, click.*

My blush was back.

"That's great, Mandy." No one had called me Mandy since I was a kid. I could feel his increased heartbeat through the veins on his neck. My heart synced up with his, beating faster.

"Great," he said, in a voice low and husky. "Now, reach up and pinch your nipple through the shirt."

"What?"

"For the picture. It's just like grabbing your boob - it'll look really great. Trust me."

"I'm not sure about this..."

He moved the camera away from her face, revealing a furrowed brow.

"C'mon, Amanda. There's another cloud overhead - I don't want to lose the lighting."

I hadn't even noticed, but the lighting was definitely softer. More intimate. Bert's pulse thrummed beneath my fingers.

"David's gonna love this."

I didn't move. He let out an exasperated sigh and grabbed my hand, firmly moving it to my right breast.

"Okay," I said, biting my tongue as I grabbed my sensitive nipple. "But do it quickly."

*Click. Click. Click.*

"Pinch it from below, so I can see the outline."

"This is going way too far," I uttered to myself under my breath as I followed his command.

*Click, click, click, click.*

"Oh wow," Bert said cheerfully. "That looks great! Your dark nails really contrast well with the shirt, and this lighting is perfect. I might even make this one black-and-white; it's almost chiaroscuro-esque."

*Click, click click, click.*

"Don't make them too fancy," I muttered. "I'm meant to be taking these, remember? David will never believe I knew how to make it Kiara-screwy."

"Don't worry about it," my childhood friend replied immediately. "I know what I'm doing, okay? Reach below your boob and cup it, then lift it up a little."

I hesitated, but...he was a professional. And he was doing me a favor. I reluctantly followed his direction and cupped my breast.

*Click click click click click.*

"You could seriously be a model," he said, pulling the camera away from his eye to shoot me a comforting smile. "You're really good at this."

"Yeah, I'm not ever doing this kind of modeling."

"You know what I mean. David is gonna love these. Let me position that strap just right."

As Bert reached down to move my strap, he started telling me about how different fabrics refracted light differently. I was too tense to take any of it in, but I nodded along as though I was listening.

When he was finally happy with the positioning of my shirt, he pulled back - his fingers brushing against my hard nipple as he did, just for a moment.

I winced as a wave of pleasure from that slight touch ran through my body. It had been so long since anyone had touched my nipples.

It had been so long since I'd been touched.

"Okay," he said, seemingly not noticing anything. "Let's try this - look straight at the lens. No, actually...try to look *through* the lens."

"Okay...how do I do that?"

"Have you ever, like...done a magic eye puzzle? Don't focus on the lens, pretend you can see past it. Pretend you're looking through the lens, into my eyes. Does that make sense?"

As Bert spoke, he continued snapping pictures. Of my confused expression, I assume.

*Click, click, click, click.*

"Alright," I nodded, trying to follow his instructions. "Like that?"

"Perf," he said. *Click, click, click.* "Stay focused entirely on the lens, okay? It looks really cool, like you're staring straight into my eyes."

"Uh-huh."

As I furrowed my brow in concentration, Bert's hand reached down and continued adjusting my clothing. I was too focused to care, until the fabric suddenly shifted against my nipples.

"Mmmm..."

My eyes widened in embarrassment as I realized what had just happened.

*Click, click, click, click.*

Oh, god. I'd just moaned with pleasure as my best friend was...he was just trying to do me a favor.

*Click, click, click, click, click.*

He was taking photos for me, for David - for my boyfriend. And here I was, moaning with pleasure.

*Click click click click click.*

God. What was *wrong* with me??

*Click click, click, click.*

He shifted the fabric once more. Before I could say anything, I could feel the cool afternoon air hit my suddenly-exposed nipple.

*Click.*

"What are you doing??"

I snapped out of my trance, and quickly adjusted my shirt. Bert's adjustments had left most of my boob-flesh exposed, but within a few seconds, I'd covered up once more.

"What's wrong?"

Bert lowered the camera, a confused look on your face.

"I don't want my nipples in the shot!"

"Oh, whoops. I didn't even notice."

I narrowed my eyes, but Bert just kept talking.

"I was trying to get a lens flare in the bottom corner of the pic. Sorry about that."

"You didn't *notice*?"

"They're surprisingly tricky in this light. Do you know what a lens flare actually is?"

"Yeah," I said. "No?"

"They're actually an artifact of misaligned lenses - a mistake. DOP's used to have to work really hard to avoid them. Pixar spent like six months figuring out how to fake them, so their films would look more real. Isn't that cool?"

"Yeah," I say. "I mean..."

Something was feeling off, but it was hard to pinpoint what. My head was still feeling light, a little spinny.

"I'm really sorry," Bert repeated. "To be safe, how about you put your bra back on?"

"Okay."

That made me feel much better. I was worrying for no reason, I told myself.

"Yeah," he continued. "We'll get some cool cheesecake pics for David. Are you wearing matching panties?"

"What?"

"I can probably edit the color if you're not, but it'll be easier if you just change."

I chuckled nervously.

"We agreed, B. Bra-off only."

"C'mon, Mandy. I've seen you in a bikini hundreds of times. What's the big deal?"

It'd been years since Bert - or anyone - called me Mandy. It caught me a little off-guard.

"You want David to get distracted by some big blonde Valkyrie?" my friend continued, in response to my silence.

My lips thinned.

"David would never cheat on me."

Bert threw up his hands. "Who said cheating? I'm just saying, you send him some cute pics, he won't even be looking at anyone else. You know they'll look amazing."

He was right. They would.

"I'll tell you what," he said, fiddling with his camera. "Let's take a few - if you don't like them, we delete them straight away."

"It's not about David," I said, shaking my head. "It's you, getting to see me in all these intimate positions, with barely any clothes on. I...I feel guilty doing this."

To my surprise, Bert just laughed in response.

"Who, me? Amanda, I've known you all my life. We used to take baths together when we were kids."

He was right. I'd totally forgotten about that. Blanked it from my mind, maybe.

"You don't need to feel guilty - I'm not even seeing you as a person right now. It's like I'm a painter; as far as I'm concerned, you're just a series of shapes and colors."

I nodded. He'd told me about this before - when taking a picture of a wedding or whatever, he didn't see the happy couple as people, just elements of a photograph. It helped him get the shots just right.

What was I so worried about?

I took a deep breath.

"You can never tell anyone about this, understood?"

"Scout's honor," Bert said, staring me in the eyes. I raised one eyebrow.

"You were never in the scouts."

"Mouseketeer's honor, then."

I smiled.

"And hey - if you're really worried, how about you keep your shorts on? We'll take some pictures of just your bra, see how you feel."

"Okay," I nodded. "Fine. But turn around while I change."

"Of course," Bert said, fiddling with his camera for a few moments before setting it on my desk, pointing straight at me.

As soon as he turned around, I removed my shirt, allowing my bare breasts to fall free. I quickly covered them with my hand - in case Bert accidentally turned around or something - before grabbing my bra and putting it back on.

"I'm ready."

"Great," Bert said. "Lay down on the bed."

As I lay down, the feeling of discomfort slowly crept back over me. Yeah, we'd had baths together when we were kids, but that was more than a decade ago. Here we were as adults, me wearing nothing but a bra, matching panties (I'd quickly checked while I was getting changed), and a pair of gym shorts that barely covered anything.

This wasn't right. This wasn't fair to David, was it?

As he adjusted the blinds and lamps, I realized: I had to say something. I couldn't do this to David. Bert was my best friend, but he was also a guy. He was a guy, and I was a gorgeous, mostly-naked girl.

This wasn't right.

"Perfect," Bert smiled, just as I was about to tell him that this whole thing was off. My words died in my throat, and I unwillingly returned his smile.

God, what was I doing?

He sat above me on the bed, and moved my hand to his chest.

"This will let me take some better shots - it'll still look like you're the one taking them though."

I nodded, feeling his slightly husky chest. Bert always dressed in such baggy clothes - was he secretly a little bit fit underneath them?

"Okay," he instructed. "Rest one hand between your boobs, bite your lip, and look up at the camera longingly."

I reluctantly followed his command, realizing an uncomfortable truth as I did. All of this half-naked posing, thinking about sex, seducing the camera...

It was starting to turn me on.

"Fold your arm underneath your breasts; use it to lift them up a bit."

"Is this good?"

I gave the camera a coy look, pretending it was David.

*Click.*

I would have done anything to have David sitting above me. My hand on his chest, staring at him longingly, knowing that in just a few moments I could have his thick, hard...-

"Amazing," Bert answered, interrupting my thoughts. "I've set everything up so the lighting is soft on your skin, but hard on the sheets. It's an effect I've been wanting to try for a while."

He smiled at me, then shot me a quick grin.

"Oh! And you look good as well."

*Click, click.*

"I better look good," I grumbled, "after agreeing to all this."

"I have a great idea."

I was tempted to give Bert a withering look, but I didn't want to spoil the shot.

*Click, click, click.*

"Use your hand to trace a pattern on your stomach," he instructed.

"Okay..."

I wasn't sure where he was going with this.

*Click, click, click, click.*

"Great. Now, move that hand down to the waistband of your shorts..."

"Uh-huh..."

*Click, click click click click, click.*

"Okay, now slip it into your shorts. This is going to look so sexy. David's going to love it; I'm so glad you kept them on."

*Click, click, click.*

I shouldn't have. But I mean, it wasn't like he could see anything. I was just resting my hand inside my shorts. What was the problem?

As soon as I slipped my hand under my shorts and touch my panties, I realized what the problem was.

I was soaking wet.

"Perfect," Bert said with a smile. "Make it look like you're playing with yourself, okay?"

*Click click click click click.*

Moving my fingers around, they brushed up against my wet slit through my panties. I couldn't help but moan quietly. "Mmm."

"Oh, that's great. Yeah, really look like you're getting into it. This is so fucking hot."

*Click click click click.*

I could see my reflection in the camera's single, winking eye. I knew exactly what it could see: me, writhing on the bed, one hand under my shorts, my hard nipples visible through my bra.

Without noticing, I sunk my nails into Bert's chest as my other hand played with my pussy. I was breathing heavily, gasping as my best friend took photos of me playing with myself.

*Click, click, click, click, click.*

"Unbutton your shorts." Bert's voice was short. Hoarse.

Powerful.

I closed my eyes as the pleasure took over. I followed Bert's command without thinking, and unbuttoned my shorts to make it easier to touch myself.

I could smell my own arousal.

"Mmmm...ffuck..."

*Click click click click click click click.*

"God yes," Bert whispered, his voice thick with lust.

The sound of the two words were enough to break me out of it. I opened my eyes, to see the camera lowered, and Bert staring at me. I quickly removed my hand from my shorts, and pulled my legs up defensively.

"Ummm..."

"You must really miss David," Bert said casually. There was no trace of the lust that I'd just heard in his voice. Had I...imagined it? Had I wanted to be wanted so badly, I'd projected my arousal onto him?

No. No, I'd heard what I'd heard.

Right?

"Want to record some video for him? This camera has a video mode."

"No way," I said immediately. No. I couldn't do that.

I couldn't.

My pussy thrummed at the idea.

"I, uh...I shouldn't have even done that."

"Done what?"

"*That,*" I said desperately. "You know."

I could still feel my arousal. I still hadn't gotten release.

"It's totally fine," Bert said, as if everything was normal. As if I hadn't just been touching myself for him.

For the camera.

"It made for some *great* photos," he continued. "Want to check them out?"

"I...no." I uttered, too embarrassed to even look at them.

"Hey," he said comfortingly, putting the camera down and resting his hand on my knee. His finger gently stroked my leg as he stared sincerely into my eyes. "Everything's okay."

"You shouldn't have seen that," I said, looking away. "I just...David's been gone for so long. And I..."

I was blushing like crazy.

"Mandy, I didn't see anything. Like I said, just think of me as your camera - I'm a tool to help you connect with David. You've told me how much you miss him, and I bet he misses you. All I want to do is help you guys reconnect..."

I took a deep breath as I nodded, trying to believe his words.

Bert picked up the camera again.

"I'm not a dude - I'm the Nokia B.E.R.T."

"Model One," I whispered back, throwing him a weak smile.

"Exactly." He moved my hand back to his chest. "Pretend I'm not even here."

I laughed nervously. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

"You're a good girlfriend," he smiled. I nodded - I wanted to believe him.

I needed to believe him.

Bert's other hand reached down and found my hand, giving it a comforting squeeze.

"Just imagine the look on David's face when he sees these photos."

Closing my eyes, I tried to block Bert out and imagine my boyfriend. My future husband. The man I was going to spend the rest of my life with.

"Let's do this," I whispered.

*Click, click, click, click.*

I slid my fingers back into place, this time going all the way under my panties. It felt like I was even wetter than before.

Bert's chest was rising and falling under my hand, as if his breathing had quickened. I tried to block him out - there was no Bert. There was only the B.E.R.T.

Lubricating my fingertip with my wetness, I quickly located my clit and started carefully rubbing it.

*Click, click, click, click.*

"Mmmm," I moaned.

"Look at the camera," Bert instructed. I opened my eyes, and stared at the big black lens.

*Click. Click. Click.*

"Lower your shorts," he whispered.

One hand on Bert's chest, the other on my clit, I don't want to move either of them. Instead, I just lifted up my hips, and waited for his help.

Without missing a beat, he reached down with one hand and pulled down my shorts.

"Keep going," he murmured. "This looks incredible."

Lowering my hips, I continued pleasuring myself with my fingers. The sound and the smell filled the small room. All I could hear were my own soft moans, the wetness between my legs...and the sound of the shutter.

*Click. Click. Click. Click.*

My panties must have been practically see-through at this point.

"Cum for me," Bert groaned. "Cum for the camera..."

His words spurred me on, and I started rubbing faster, my body writhing on pleasure on the bed. "Ahhhh," I moaned loudly. My fingers were pulling on Bert's shirt as I approached orgasm.

*Click click click click click click click click.*

I knew what I must have looked like - my back arching, my mouth falling open, my eyes wild and aroused, a red flush spreading across my skin.

"Oh godddd..." I panted, my heart beating out of my chest. My body went into convulsions as I came, then collapsed to the bed, exhausted from the pleasure.

"Amanda," Bert said softly. "That was incredible."

"Fuck."

I pulled my wet fingers from my panties, resting them on my tummy. Bert began pulling the camera apart, putting its various parts back into his cargo short pockets. Quick, deft, professional.

"You did really great," he said casually, when he noticed me staring at him. "That was amazing."

My face grew red from embarrassment as I came down from my sex high.

"Ummm... I--" I stuttered.

"I'll send those photos over tonight," he replied to my incoherent non-sentence. "David is going to love them."

"I think we should delete them," I said, finally able to find my tongue. "I don't think this was a good idea at all."

"What are you talking about?"

Bert tilted his head to the side and stared at me, a confused look on his face.

"Your boyfriend has been away for a few months," he continued. "This is exactly what he needs. And I told you, I'll make them look like selfies. I'm sure he'll love to see this...side of you."

What side of me? The kind who invites a friend over for company, and ends up screaming in orgasm in front of him on the bed? Now that my orgasm had fully passed, I was filled with a deep, deep sense of shame.

Shame and satisfaction. God, I wish I didn't feel so satisfied.

I'd needed that. More than I wanted to admit.

"I'm just..."

I sat up, pulling my legs to my body and hugging them. "I'm not comfortable with the idea of you editing these pictures and looking at them. And what if, like, someone steals the memory card at knife point and the pictures get out! Or...I don't know, your computer gets hacked or something. We never should have made them!"

Bert put his hand on my shoulder, bare except for my thin black bra-strap. "A, don't worry about it. My computer has 256-bit encryption, and no one is getting to the SD card. I'll send it through a secure service - it's going to be totally safe.