Photographed by my Friend: Pt. 01

"Careful," I whispered...well, it came out more as moan.

*Click, click, click.*

My hips were beginning to move on their own, as if determined to press my clit against the vibrator, even if my hand wasn't willing to move it into position.

I tried not to let the pleasure overtake me, but it was so hard.

*Click, click, click, click*

So hard...

*Click, click, click.*

I closed my eyes...

*Click, click.*

My eyes snapped open as I felt Bert's hand, reaching down to adjust my pantyline. This time, it was on my front inner thigh - I could feel his hand against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, and briefly against my outer lip.

"Ahhhh," I moaned, involuntarily.

*Click.*

"Are you *trying* to touch me?"

"No," Bert responded, sounding irritated. "It's your panties. They keep bunching up in weird ways. Can you take them off? You've still got your bra on, so it's not like you're going to be naked."

"What? No! I don't want you to be looking at my pussy."

"I won't be looking at your pussy," he said, sounding confused. "Oh, I mean. Yes, but only as a camera."

"Cameras don't try to undress people," I said firmly, closing my eyes and continuing to pleasure myself.

"Okay," Bert sighed in response. "Whatever you want."

*Click, click, click, click.*

As he continued taking photos, Bert began to reach down and adjust my panties more and more.

*Click, click, click, click.*

I slowly got used to the touches, reassuring myself that it was still better than having my pussy exposed.

After his hand brushed against both my lips, and briefly nudged the vibrator onto my clit, I opened my eyes and shot him a look.

*Click.*

"You're such a perfectionist," I said, rolling my eyes. "I doubt David will even care if the material is bunched up."

"I know," he said with a sigh. "I can't do anything half-assed. It's a curse! Along with my incredible good looks."

"You wish," I smiled.

*Click, click, click, click.*

Putting the camera down, Bert reached down and used both hands to adjust my panties. It took a while.

As he did, he once more nudged the vibrator to the center, right on top of my clit.

"Mmmm..." I moaned.

It felt too good to move away.

"Let me try this," Bert said, inspired. Opening my eyes to see what he was going to do, I was shocked when he bunched my panties up in the front and back, like a wedgie, leaving my pussy lips clearly visible on either side of the thin cloth.

"There we go," he said, satisfied. "Now it looks deliberate, at least." He picked up the camera and started taking photos with a renewed energy.

*Click, click, click, click.*

The panties bunched up between my swollen lips cause a lot more pressure against my clit. "Ahhhhhhhhmmmm".

"Perfect," Bert said. "You're so fucking sexy, A."

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

As he resumed taking photos, Bert kept his hands to himself.

"Lick the vibrator," he instructed.

"Without hesitation, I moved it to my mouth and briefly went down on it before placing it back. The tang of my juices was fresh on my tongue. I felt so...

*Click, click, click, click.*

...dirty.

"Okay," he said, in his most professional voice. "That's enough of the toy between your legs. Let's get some of it on the outside of your bra."

"Yes, sir."

I placed it on my bra and circled it around my hard nipples, before making direct contact.

"Oh goddd...."

My free hand returned to my clit, reaching under the bunched-up panties from the side. As I stroked myself, I couldn't stop moaning with pleasure.

"Now inside your bra," Bert ordered, in a husky voice. He was snapping shots furiously, getting my entire semi-naked body in each one.

*Clickclickclickclickclick.*

I pulled down one strap to make it easier to stick the head of the vibrator in.

"Ohhhhhh..."

"Lower both straps," Bert commanded.

*Clickclickclickclickclick.*

With one hand stroking my clit and the other pressing a vibrator to my exposed nipple, I didn't much want to move either of them. I pushed my shoulder forward as a hint that my hands were busy, and I could use some help from a friend...

To my guilty delight, Bert reached down and lowered my strap, brushing the side of his hand against my breast as he did.

"Yesss..."

"Taste your hand," Bert ordered, gesturing to the hand rubbing my clit. It was almost as though he was playing with me, delaying my pleasure, but my brain was too foggy with arousal to question him.

*Click, click, click, click.*

I pulled out my finger, covered in my juice, and licked it clean.

*Click, click, click, click.*

Bert adjusted my bra again. Only slightly, but enough to make both my boobs tumble out.

*Click, click, click, click.*

The bunched up material under my breasts quickly became an issue - I reached back to unhook my bra and pull it down in frustration.

*Click, click, click, click.*

Bert reached down and pinched one of my nipples.

*Click, click, click, click.*

I glared at him.

"Hey!"

"Sorry," he said, as though his mind was elsewhere. "Needed to be a little harder and darker for the shot."

"That hurt," I pouted, grabbing my molested nipple.

*Click, click, click, click.*

"Take it into your mouth," he instructed, not even registering my words. "Lick it."

*Click, click, click, click.*

"I'm not going to do that."

He lowered the camera, puzzled.

The clicking never slowed down.

"What's wrong?"

*Click, click, click, click.*

"I don't think they move like that.

"I want to see you try," he said, his eye returning to behind the camera. I wanted to object, but...the big, black lens was pointed straight at me. I couldn't help but stare at it, paralysed. Is this what a deer feels like when it sees an oncoming car?

*Click.*

It winked at me, breaking the spell. I pushed my firm breast up as far as it would go, and tried to reach down with my tongue. It grazed my nipple, but barely.

*Click, click, click.*

"Now you're just making me look stupid," I grumbled.

"It looks great," Bert replied.

"Can't I just cum like last time?" I replied, a whiny tone entering my voice.

Bert lowered the camera again, and stared me in the eyes.

"You want to cum?"

"No...I mean... it's you who...I mean...David wants me to cum, right? That's what you said last time."

"Yeah," Bert replied, lifting up the camera once more. "But like I said, I'm trying something else this time."

*Click, click, click, click.*

After another minute or two of photos, Bert surprised me by setting the camera down and beginning to disassemble it.

"I think I got everything I need," he said with a smile. "You did really great!"

"What? That's it?"

I felt unexpectedly let down. All those times I was desperately trying to avoid cumming in front of my friend; now, when I was denied the opportunity, I suddenly longed for it."

"Yeah," he said. "We got some really great stuff today. And don't worry - I heard what you said earlier; I'm not just going to run off this time. Let's open these fortune cookies, see what the future holds.

I watched forlornly as he packed the last pieces of his camera into pockets, and sat beside me on the bed. His arm was against my bare breast, his hairy leg against my clean-shaven skin.

"Ummm...okay."

I turned the vibrator off, and set it aside. No point in putting it away, right? It's not like Bert didn't know it existed.

Sitting up, I noticed that my panties were barely covering my pussy. I tried to adjust them without it being awkward.

It was awkward.

As Bert handed me a fortune cookie, his hand grazed against my bare nipple. I didn't say anything - what could I say? - but pulled away a bit, to make sure it wouldn't happen again.

Bert started telling me about some of his clients, the work he had coming up, where he was hoping to take his business next. I just nodded as he spoke, not really paying attention to his words. My unfinished orgasm was completely occupying my thoughts.

Why did I even call him over? I mean, I didn't even send David all the pics from last time.

But...I had to stock up on them, right? I mean, what if Bert got busy for a few weeks, and David got suspicious about why the pictures had stopped.

Yeah, I had to keep doing this.

For David.

"Do you think David's going to be satisfied with today's batch?" I asked, abruptly steering the conversation back to me.

"If he liked the last set," Bert replied, not missing a beat, "he'll definitely like this collection."

"Even without the orgasm?"

"Oh yeah, for sure. I think the vibrator stuff is more than enough to kick it up a notch."

Bert pulled out his phone, and held it in front of me. On the screen was an album, containing the last set of photos he'd sent through. Draping one hand around my bare shoulder, he clicked through. In front of me was a picture of my bare breasts, right above my bare breasts.

It wasn't until we'd gone through four or five photos that it dawned on me. "Hey, why do you have my pictures on your phone??"

"I thought we might need to reference them," Bert replied smoothly. "Make sure that we're not sending David more of the same stuff, y'know?"

He stopped on a picture of me in the throes of orgasm.

"This one's my favorite. The framing, the lighting - I just think it all works."

"I don't like you carrying them around with you at all times. At all!"

Bert pulled back, suddenly uncomfortable.

"You know how celebrities get their phones hacked," I continued. "All their naked selfies get leaked, make their way onto the internet..."

I tried to ignore the fact that the idea of that made my nipples harden slightly.

Bert hit the power button on his phone.

"I'll give you ten thousand dollars if you can find your photos on this device," he said calmly, handing me his phone.

A few minutes of tapping later, I admitted that I couldn't find them. I felt defeated.

"See?" he smiled. "Totally safe."

He moved his arm around me again. I could feel his shirt on my bare back. He typed a complex code into his phone, and pulled my photos up again.

"I just...feel so naked about the way you handle my intimate photos," I admitted. "I have no idea how we got to this point."

"It's okay to miss your boyfriend," Bert replied softly. I leaned back against him. I always felt so safe with Bert. It was...Bert.

"Yeah," I said. "I really miss him."

"Of course you do."

Being so close to Bert...it reminded me of David. Goosebumps appeared, all over my naked form. I could feel a film canister in Bert's front pocket, poking up against me, but it was easy enough to pretend it was...something else.

As we cuddled, Bert pulled a lens out of his pocket and screwed it back onto his camera. For a moment, I thought he was going to suggest we continue taking photos, but he just placed his camera onto my desk, its big black lens facing us. Watching us.

"I know what you need," he said. I tore my eyes away from the lense. "A hug!"

Bert pulled me tightly against his surprisingly firm body. As he closed his arms around my midriff, they brushed up against my underboob. My breasts were casually resting on his arms, while his strong hands were on my waist.

My heart was practically beating out of my chest.

*This is just a hug,* I tried to tell myself. *I just happen to be half-naked, but there's nothing wrong with this. We used to hug all the time before the photo sessions started.*

*There's nothing wrong with a hug.*

Bert's fingers gently started stroking patterns on my skin, like he didn't even notice he was doing it. The film canister seemed to grow thicker. It must have been a film canister; it was too large to be anything else.

I moved my hand onto his, our fingers curling together. "You can't imagine how lonely it gets, with him so far away..."

Bert leaned down. His lips met mine.

What was he *doing*??

It was like I suddenly woke up. There I was, almost naked on my bed, kissing my best friend, while my boyfriend was half a world away. As if a fog had lifted, I immediately knew what I wanted.

David.

I wanted David.

Pulling away, I slapped Bert. "What the fuck are you doing?!!!"

I felt like I'd been half-asleep for days. Weeks.

"Not okay, Bert! Not! Okay!"

He leapt up, his face red.

"Oh my god, Amanda, I'm so sorry. I...I...I..."

I picked up his camera and thrust it into his hands.

"Get out. Now!"

"I'm so sorry, A," he stammered. "I-I don't know what came over me. God..."

Before I could respond, he was gone.

For the next hour, it was like I was in shock, like I couldn't comprehend what had just happened. I'd spent so much time convincing myself it was all just friendship mixed with a professional relationship, but then...he kissed me.

Bert kissed me.

*Bert.*

I knew immediately that it had to stop. He obviously had feelings of a different kind for me. I had almost managed to calm myself down when I realized - he had pictures of me. Lewd pictures. *Dozens* of them. And even worse, he had pictures of the two of us together. If Bert wanted to screw up my relationship, he had more than enough ammunition.

Why had I let myself get talked into this?? It was obviously crazy from the start. He was a guy, I was a hot girl. As I thrashed around naked in my bed, having orgasms, I'd obviously given him...ideas. Bert was probably just as lonely as I was.

I tried to take a deep breath, to calm down, but the thoughts just kept on coming.

Bert was probably just as lonely as me, and there I was...tempting him.

I started to revisit our sessions in my mind, thinking back over each small thing. When he'd adjusted my panties - was it really for the picture, or was it just so he could touch me?

He'd been using me all along, I realized. Bert had been using me for my body. He'd been touching me, ordering me around. I'd been his perfect little naked doll, allowing him to touch me and take photos of me however he wanted.

To my great shame, I started to get wet.

The more I thought back over what Bert had done, how he'd used me...the wetter I got. I still hadn't cum, and my body needed it.

I needed it.

I lay back on my bed and started touching myself, feeling guilty even as I did.

*I'm not touching myself because I enjoyed it,* I told myself, desperately trying to justify it. *I just have to finish what I started earlier. I need to cum, to be able to think clearly about this.*

I remembered the way Bert's hand had brushed up against my swollen lips. I remembered his fingers gently touching my nipples.

I remembered him pinching my nipple, hard.

"Fuck," I said to myself while pleasuring my clit.

He's always going to have my photos. He has them locked away on his phone, where I couldn't even get to them. On his computer too, probably. And he's going to look at them. He's going to look at me, naked, at his mercy.

I grabbed the vibrator and slowly inserted it into my wet pussy. "Yesss." No.

*Buzzzzzzz.*

The thick plastic buzzing inside me reminded me how long it had been since I'd had real, throbbing flesh filling me, rubbing against the inside of my wet cunt.

*Yes,* I told myself. *It's just the lack of sex. You acted like a slut because your body was deprived. It's not because you found it exciting to pose for a camera. To pose for your best friend. To tease him.*

Oh, god. It was me all along, wasn't it? I was the one who started acting sexy in front of the camera. I drove him to it. I asked for him to come back, again and again. And now I was blaming *him* for it, for ruining our friendship.

*Buzzzzzzz.*

I was the one acting like a slut. Poor Bert just couldn't control himself.

*Buzzzzzzz.*

It was all my fault.

*Buzzzzzzz.*

It was my fault, not Bert's.

*Buzzzzzzz.*

As I fucked myself with the vibrator, thrashing around the bed and remembering what had happened, I couldn't cum. I wanted to cum, so bad, but I couldn't.

Something was missing.

*Buzzzzzzz.*

With a moan, I opened my laptop, and loaded up youtube. After doing a quick search and turning up the volume, I lay back and closed my eyes.

*Click, click, click, click.*

*Buzzzzzzz.*

I groaned loudly as the orgasm washed over me.