Posing Questions Ch. 02

It turned out that Chelsea was right. We couldn't all get together again, but Sharon made sure we each got a little photo album, a nude keepsake.

Along with the pictures, I got a little memory album too. When I went to the house to pick up my photos, I knocked on the door and waited. Through the window, I saw Sharon come out of the bathroom nude, pausing briefly before turning to go to her room. It was just a moment, but I saw all of her little body, and in living color. The rush of seeing her that way reminded me of Chelsea's remarks about seeing me nude and about accidentally seeing someone else naked. Sharon had a small body that would not be most men's idea of a dream lover, but even so, I wasn't supposed to see her nude, so it was a thrill.

She answered the door in a nightshirt that barely reached her thighs. Kay came from her room also, wearing a t-shirt and pastel blue cotton panties. Neither the shirt nor panties showed much underneath except for the points of her nipples. Even so, it was quite another turn-on, getting to see her style of underwear. Kay smiled at my surprise, saying, "As you can tell, we've gotten pretty casual around here lately."

It would be an understatement to call Sharon's much shorter nightshirt casual. I didn't know if she wanted me to see her through the window before, but she was at her teasing best with this nightshirt. When she reached up for the album on a shelf, her bottom came back into view.

Kay laughed, saying to me, "She's incorrigible."

I looked up and down at her, cocking my eyebrow at her blue panties as if to say, "Look who's talking."

Kay got my point but said, "Dream all you want, Artie, I'm not taking these panties off."

I was willing to take the album and go, but they insisted we look through the collection together, so I was able to enjoy the view more, and not just the pictures. They were not going to let me just rush through those photos, though. My set included six pictures, four of them clearly showing my erect penis. In one other, my penis was flaccid, and the last was my pose on the bed on my stomach. Jon and Mick got similarly explicit exposure in their sets. While Jon wasn't as thin as me, his erection wasn't as long, and Mick, a guy with a stocky build, didn't seem to stick out that much either, but it might have been his bulk and all the hair on his body that made his penis look relatively smaller. All the time we shared a dorm room, I never saw either of them naked, so the pictures were another sort of revelation.

Sharon, of course, was very talkative about my poses, giving me sly looks to remind me of how she got me into those positions. Those looks she gave me also caught me getting glances down her shirt. Sharon only smiled all the more, and Kay just shook her head and laughed some more.

Not that Kay didn't have something to say about what she was seeing. "I once heard that anyone nervous about speaking in front of a crowd should just imagine that everyone in the audience is naked. That bit of advice came up once during one of the training sessions for new teachers. Even then I thought it sounded silly. Now, seeing one of my prize students naked makes me certain that it would be too distracting in class. Especially a prize student with such a big one."

I was pleasantly surprised at the compliment and told her, "If you only knew how many of us would have gladly come to class nude with you in the front of the room."

"I don't know," Kay said, "an entire hour of class in the nude, it might get a little boring."

As she spoke, Sharon reached for her coffee on the table next to the sofa. Both Kay and I could not miss the view when her shirt raised well above her pubic hair. Sharon didn't pull the shirt down as she sipped her coffee, and Kay exclaimed, "Hey, Sharon, why not just do without the shirt?"

"Okay," she said, "let's see how boring this gets." And she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside.

Kay laughed again like before at Sharon's brazen carelessness. "Ready for your close-up?" she asked.

"Well, you will notice that I have no elastic lines showing, so I guess the answer is yes."

No elastic lines, but everything else from head to toe was showing, and I was stunned and excited.

"Artie, you going to join me? I thought you just said you always dreamed of sitting in class nude with your favorite teacher. And Kay, don't you want to see whether it's really that distracting?"

Kay laughed and said, "I don't know. Maybe this is my one chance to find out."

The two of them were now joined in teasing me, or in Sharon's case, more than just teasing because she was nude. And then there was the fact that she made a grab at my belt. At first, it was just play, but when Kay started to pull on my shirt, Sharon took advantage of my distraction and yanked on my pants. Even without undoing my belt, she was able to pull them down past my skinny hips, and my underwear was just as easily lost. Pulling them off with my shoes proved no problem either, so when I relented and let Kay have my shirt, I was suddenly nude.

There was no use trying to hide my erection. Sharon took in my nudity with the same smiling nonchalance that characterized her own nude display. Kay was a little more reserved, but still more than willing to look me over, no doubt comparing my body to its black and white image in Sharon's photos.

When she finally spoke up, Kay said, "I don't know what we'd discuss in class, but you'd still get an A. Is that what you dreamed?"

"Actually, I was saying several of us would've been happy to sit in class nude if you were naked too."

"Young man," she said in her teacher voice, "you must not have been paying attention. I said before that I wasn't taking these panties off."

Sharon was quick to pounce. "Notice she didn't say anything about the shirt."

Kay smirked, paused a moment, and took the shirt off, shaking her blonde ponytail free and looking at us as if to see if we were satisfied. I was more than satisfied to see those little breasts, to know exactly how pale was the pink of her nipples.

Sharon, though, was not satisfied. "Let's apply some of her reporting lessons and look at that previous answer, which was very evasive. If she said she wouldn't take off her panties, that doesn't mean her panties couldn't come off some other way."

Kay smirked again and thought another moment before she stood up in front of us. She said nothing and seemed to be waiting. Sharon didn't make her wait long. She took hold of one side of Kay's panties. After another pause, I realized that I was supposed to take the other side. Together, we slipped Kay's panties down so she could step out of them. In that moment that she remained on her feet, I studied her pubic curls up close, fascinated by my first sight of such lightly blonde hair that did little to hide her labia. My limited experience up till then was that pubic hair was dark and that, unless the woman spread her legs, it showed little of what it covered.

Oddly enough, once we were nude together, we just continued to look at the other sets in the album. It was like the nude pictures we were sharing allowed us to be nude in front of each other, but didn't allow anything more than that.

As for the album, five of Chelsea's six photos were tastefully posed, showing her front and back, and the last one was a much naughtier pose with her legs spread. I knew that that pose would embarrass her a bit, offering a more open view of her labia. Sharon also added photos to the sets for herself and Kay and Gina. I was happy to see that pictures of their bottoms had been included, and all three of their sets included one shot that was posed to show details of their labia. Kay seemed unfazed by me staring at hers, whether in the pictures or there on the sofa, and Sharon's teasing looks and comments told me she had no qualms regarding how explicitly she was exposed.

In fact, even nude, she continued her flashing, as if more were possible. Reaching for her coffee, she turned in such a way to let us see her back side stretched enough that her vaginal lips and anus, surrounded by a few pubic curls, peaked at us from between her legs. As if meeting a challenge, Kay found a way to turn her back to us and give us a similar view, no hair and more pink than russet in color. I was never one to feel that excited about anal play, but I then thought how strange and exciting it was to know yet another detail of their bodies. I wondered if they were making similarly detailed mental notes about my body.

Anyway, whatever I might have expected with the three of us nude, it was a test of my manners. Just a test, though, and soon enough, I was dressed again and left with my prized pictures. Honestly, I can't say whether I was relieved or disappointed that it was just teasing.

Afterwards, when everyone must have gotten their albums, Gina perhaps was embarrassed by it all because I saw her only one more time at the graduation ceremony and then never heard from her again. At least she did say that she liked my pictures. After that, maybe it was just the way people don't always stay in touch after college. Mick too was never heard from.

Of course, I saw Sharon, Jon, and Chelsea at graduation too. We didn't have much time to talk to each other, but Chelsea did find a moment to whisper to me, "I think my inexperienced eye still managed to get it see right about your penis. It stands out from the rest, if you know what I mean." In the crowd of graduates, I couldn't do much more than laugh and give her a quick thanks.

Once we were off onto whatever new cities, it was Sharon, acting as a sort of central connection, that made sure the rest of us kept up with each other's new lives in the real world. In fact, she encouraged us to correspond by maintaining her photographic pursuits. For birthdays, I would get a hand-made card, and it included another recent nude of herself. Before long, I knew she was sending similar greetings to Chelsea, Jon, and Kay. Then her Christmas card came early, the reasons being that it used another nude shot and included a wish that I would reciprocate with a nude shot of my own. Again, Chelsea, Jon and Kay received the same card and same dare.

If we had been a few more years out of college and more established, maybe it wouldn't have worked. Sharon got us while we were still young, though. Technology may have helped too. In those days, it was becoming easier to play with nude pictures because the first digital cameras were coming out. Even though they were expensive, we all had journalism jobs, so we all had access to cameras we could take home.

Jon's photo was the most daring, a shot of him nude at his desk, probably late at night, in the newsroom of the paper where he worked. Kay posed in her tub, the suds thinned out just enough to let the camera see her breasts and pubic hair. My own self-shot picture was taken at my parents house after they were asleep. I posed under their Christmas tree, like a nude present. The whole idea was exciting me, and I did not care that my penis was erect in the shot.

Chelsea's photo made the biggest splash. She was posed in front of a full-length mirror, allowing the shot to include views of both the front and back of her body. It also allowed us to see another woman, equally nude, reflected in the mirror as she snapped the photo. The card introduced her as Candace, and now Chelsea had come out to all of us as she told us of her happiness in her new relationship. I was glad for her, and I was also happy to welcome Candace into our group. Her large breasts may have influenced me. Either way, it was quite a memorable introduction. Candace likely felt the same way about meeting us that way.

Yes, we continued it as a tradition, birthday and Christmas cards with nude photos of ourselves. Sharon and Kay had relationships, but not ones that lasted so long that they could always include their lovers in their photos. The rest of us, on the other hand, all understood that any man currently in their lives would be seeing all the pictures. Jon got married after a few years, but his nude pictures kept arriving. I don't know if he told his bride, so I don't know how she felt about it.

Sharon must have been wondering the same thing, knowing that if Jon quit the group, that would leave me as the only male. Then, when I became engaged, Sharon actually called me. She congratulated us, of course, but she also urged me not to drop out of the group. To encourage me even more, she said she had heard from Kay and Chelsea, and both worried the group would be shrinking. Even Candace, according to Chelsea, wanted me to keep the pictures coming.

I was feeling a little pressured, but I would admit too that I was enjoying the exchange of nude pictures. If I was going to continue in the group, I had little choice but to have an open talk with Christine, my fiancée.

Surprisingly, Christine didn't object to the pictures. I, of course, couldn't discuss our group without getting out the album with all the added pictures. And so I could feel completely honest with her, I also told her about the time with Chelsea and the story of getting nude with Sharon and Kay. After listening and looking through all the pictures, she told me we were kind of a kinky group of friends.

Although I was certainly happy to hear that she had no problems with my past behavior, I wondered how she felt about how the others hoped I wouldn't be disappearing from the group. Christine's attitude about me sharing nude pictures of myself was that it was harmless, especially since everyone had already seen me that way so often. Her only hesitation came up when she posed a question I hadn't thought of. Was she supposed to pose nude with me and let me share those pictures with the others?

We both knew that the holidays were approaching, so it was something to ponder soon. Then, all the pressure on me was relieved and put on Christine. Jon sent Christmas pictures, and his wife was included in them. It took me a moment, but I soon realized that I recognized her, Ruthie, a girlfriend from his hometown who visited Jon often and even stayed a few times in our dorm room, secretly of course. And chastely if Mick or I were there. Like any young male, seeing Ruthie those times made me wonder what she looked like without her clothes. Unlike most young males with such thoughts, I was getting my wishes granted.

In one of her pictures, she was seen from behind in the shower, and in the next one, she was turned around, clearing the spray from her face and giving Jon a look that seemed to say, "Really?" A last picture showed her at the bathroom mirror, combing her hair. She had her glasses on in this one, and I remembered how they made her look shy. None of us had any idea Jon had married her, and if she hadn't worn the glasses in the pictures, I might not have known it was her. Her small breasts and dark nipples, and her lush brown pubic hair probably distracted me at first. In any case, she wasn't as shy as I supposed.

Christine remarked, "She certainly has more nerve than I do, letting her husband send nude photos of her to a man she doesn't know. I mean, for the women in the group, the pictures are no more than we'd see in a gym locker room, but she has to know you'll be seeing her pictures too."

"Actually, she does know me a little. She came to visit Jon occasionally, and we all met her."

"Well, I don't think that would make me feel any more daring. At least I would know that strangers would be people I'd never meet. If I can put a name to the guy who is seeing me that way, or worse, if it's someone I actually see sometimes, I think it would make it that much harder to know they had seen all of my body."

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

"I know. Still, if Jon's wife has joined in, everyone must be hoping I won't break the circle. I think you're hoping I'll do it too."

"Yes, but the decision is still up to you."

"I probably don't have to ask, but just to be sure, you don't care if some other guy sees me naked?"

"Not at all, but you're the one who must not care. There's some time for you to think about it, so don't feel you have to decide now."

"Okay, I promise to think about it."

We were still newlyweds that holiday, but we had never played around with the digital camera I used for work on the paper. So it was a bit of new experience for us when it was time for me to photograph my "greeting card." Of course, I had made nude pictures of myself before, but this would be the first time I had the help of a photographer.

As I had done other years, I posed next to the Christmas tree. Christine, wearing a warm nightgown and robe, took a few pictures of me and said, "You know, I thought it was weird enough that you guys exchanged these pics, and now I'm thinking it's even stranger because here I am taking nude photos of my husband to send to someone else."

I laughed because she was right about how odd it was, how hard it would be to explain to anyone not involved. Then I said, "Maybe it would seem perfectly normal if you joined me."

"Don't push me, big boy. Just show me that nice penis and say cheese."

Given the use of a digital camera, we could take several shots and then pick the best ones to send. I was just standing there, turning one way or another as she asked, when she suddenly dropped her robe, pulled off her gown, hit the self-timer button, and hurried over behind me. She rested her chin on my shoulder to look at the camera and pressed her nude body against my back so that her breasts and pubic hair were hidden while showing an enticing bare line down her side, hip and leg.

We repeated this pose a few times to get it just right, and she eventually agreed to let me send one that showed a bit more hip and the side of her breast. She noticed that my penis got even harder due to her mild daring and remarked, "God, the head of that thing is almost glowing like a tree light. Which gives me an idea."

Sure enough, she put a string of lights around my waist so that my erection was sticking up between two red bulbs. As she was about to take the picture, she paused. "For a little extra glow," she said, quickly bending over to lick the purple head of my penis.

Since she was getting into the spirit of things, I figured I might challenge her some more. After all, she had not put her gown or robe back on. "How about some holiday decoration for your body?"

She smiled, as if considering the idea. "I don't know. I don't think I can really bare all for your friends just yet."

Because she wasn't ruling out anything absolutely, I tried to come up with a pose that she could agree to. "Here," I said, getting her seated Indian style on the floor next to the tree, and I gave her a sprig of balsam fir to cover her pubic hair. "How's that?"

Obviously, her B-cup breasts were exposed, so the pose would require her to give up a bit more modesty. Too much as it turned out. She hunched her shoulders, almost apologizing and said, "I still don't think I can do this."

"Hang on," I said to keep her from getting up. Rushing around the room, my penis bouncing in front of me the whole time, I grabbed a piece of red ribbon and two shiny ornaments. With the two ornaments attached to the ends of the ribbon, it was a delicate task to drape them around her neck so that they hung exactly in a way to cover her nipples. The lovely round shape of her small breasts otherwise showed, but only a hint of the aureoles was left exposed.

Christine relented at this compromise. "Okay, you can take my picture like this, but take a few so I can approve one where I'm not showing more than I want."

Our holiday greeting to the group thereby included the usual nudes of me next to the tree, one picture of the two of us with Christine shyly hiding behind me, the silly picture of me with the lights close to my erection, and my favorite, the teasing shot of my nude wife. I could just see her through the eyes of Sharon and Kay, Chelsea and Candace, and Ruthie and Jon. Especially Chelsea and Jon. And I could imagine how they'd look closely, notice the bits of pink peeking out from behind the ornaments.