The Photo Shoot

"Okay," I said, "thanks." And I held my hand out for the camera.

"What?" she said, pulling the camera back protectively.

"Well I need to download them, so I can send her..."

"No," Nicole said. And she was back to her imperious, don't-fuck-with-me tone. "I'll send some over. That's the rule. This is my camera. You don't touch it. Okay?"

"Okay..." I said. I wasn't sure how that was supposed to work with the whole build up thing she had described, but I did not want to argue with her.

"Good," she said, softening and smiling again. "I'll pick a couple and send some over. Give me a few minutes."

She left, and I lay back, reeling a little. This was a very weird situation. I'd gone in and out of aroused during the photo shoot, trying to hide my state from Nicole but excited about what we were doing. Excited about the attention, too, if I was being honest. Nicole scrutinized every shot, looking me over, picking the right angle, leaning in. It was hard not to respond to that.

And now, she was in the room next door, looking over those pictures. Trying to decide which would be best for Emily, which would be the sexiest, maybe, the most suggestive. It made my head spin, and it also had me urgently hard.

And then finally, a few minutes gone by, Nicole banged on the wall that separated our rooms.

"Okay," she called. "Check your email!"

My heart raced as I stood and moved to my computer chair and opened up my email. A new one from Nicole, with no subject line, just a line of text and several attachments.

I think we have some good ones here, the email read. I attached a few you can choose from, but I would suggest #4 ;)

Something about the winking emoticon really got me. It was somehow so conspiratorial, so intimate. She was telling me that the fourth one was her favorite, the one she found... what? The hottest, maybe?

I went through them in order. There were five. They were very well done. I was impressed with Nicole's photography. Even knowing that I was wearing shorts when they were taken, I was almost convinced that I was naked in them. The sheets were arranged just so, down far enough on my body that it looked like I must have nothing on beneath. The five pictures showed a variety of poses. Lying back, my hands behind my head; lying on my side, head propped on my hand; one knee propped up and a wrist resting on it.

I found myself skipping over number four the first time through, without really thinking about it. I guess I wanted to make that anticipation last. Something about Nicole preferring that one made my heart race to think about looking at it.

And then finally I opened it. I remembered taking this one. It was from the side, low enough on the bed that it was reasonably convincing that I could have taken it myself, with a timer perhaps. I had my head turned to the camera and my left hand was reaching out toward it. My right hand was under the sheet, which ended just where my unseen shorts did. I looked convincingly naked, and there was a noticeable rise in the sheets above my hand.

It was strange, getting so turned on looking at a picture of myself. But it was the thought of the picture being looked at. By Emily, of course, and, if I was being honest with myself, Nicole. I allowed myself not to think too closely about that, but it was true, the thought of Nicole taking this picture, then scrutinizing it, picking it as the best one... And that wink emoticon. It was all too much. I was uncomfortably hard in my shorts.

I opened up the instant messaging program Emily and I had chatted on. She was online. My heart picked up again.

Hey, I wrote. I have something for you.

She replied in moments.

Oooh, I like the sound of that, she said.

Is this a good time?

Yes sir.

I was very nervous. But excited. I found the attachment icon and dropped the photo in. And before I could have second thoughts, I hit send.

After a moment, the image resolved in the chat window. And I could see what Emily could see: me in bed, appearing naked, my hand under the sheet, holding what appeared to be my hard cock, tenting the sheet.

OMG, Emily wrote. That is so fucking hot.

I'm glad you like it ;), I said.

Mmmmm I love it

You tease, she said. I thought you were going to show me what you have under the sheet there ;)

Maybe I will, I said. If you're good...

Nicole was right. This was better. I loved the feeling of teasing Emily, of giving her a preview, but not the whole thing. Of giving her something to look forward to.

I'll be good, Emily said. Hold please.

Ok.

And then, while I waited, another chat window popped up: Nicole. I had forgotten she was even on this app - we'd talked a couple times when she was away, but not often.

Did you send it to her? she said.

Yeah.

And?

I copied the last few messages from my conversation with Emily and pasted it for Nicole.

See? Nicole said. Teasing her a little is the way to go. You're just making her want you more.

I guess so, I said.

I know so, Nicole said.

Then a message came through from Emily.

There was a picture, still loading, and the text accompanying:

Show me more? Pretty please?

And then the photo appeared. It was Emily, somewhat close up, looking into the camera, making a pouty face. She wore her hair in a ponytail and had the same thick-framed glasses on that I'd seen before. This time, though, she wore only a bra, which was unclasped, falling free off her shoulders. She had her hands over the cups, squeezing her boobs. They filled her hands, spilling out of the bra.

"Holy shit," I breathed.

I quickly messaged Nicole, making sure I was in the right chat.

Can I borrow your camera? I said. Please?

For what?

She wants to see more.

I'll bet she does.

Not wanting to leave Emily waiting, I replied, very sincerely:

Mmmm you're so sexy.

Do I make you hard? Emily said.

Yes, very.

Prove it. ;)

I wanted to prove it. That was all I wanted in that moment. But then Nicole's window flashed:

Tell her good things come to those who wait.

I groaned with frustration.

What if I don't want to make her wait? I said.

It'll be worth it, Nicole said. Trust me.

Unconsciously I had one hand in my lap, squeezing my cock through my shorts. This was driving me crazy. But something about the frustration was somehow ramping up my arousal. I found I did want to make this last.

So I wrote to Emily: I already returned the camera, and Nicole just got home. I don't think I can get it now.

Grrr, fine, Emily said. At least tell me what you're doing right now.

Settling in, I pushed my shorts off, letting my painfully hard cock out, and said, Sitting here naked, looking at your beautiful picture.

Mmmm are you touching yourself?

Yes. And I was, typing awkwardly with one hand as my other slid slowly up and down my cock.

Mmmmm me too, Emily said.

And then Nicole said, It's working, isn't it?

I replied to Nicole: Can't chat now, busy ;)

And she replied: LOL, perv! Have fun ;)

And I found myself keeping that chat window open, even as I looked at Emily's picture, and not long later when I told Emily I was close already and she said Mmmm me too cum for me Sam, I found myself looking at Nicole's chat window, looking at that Have fun ;) and thinking how she knew what I was doing just on the other side of the wall, and I let out a moan that I didn't try to suppress as I came hard, all over myself.

#

The next morning was a little awkward seeing Nicole. We both had the afternoon off, it seemed. I threw a t shirt on with my basketball shorts; Nicole was similarly dressed in a tight v neck shirt that hugged her large boobs and small shorts that barely touched her thighs. She gave me a smile and quick look over when I came down for a cup of coffee. She was sitting at the kitchen counter eating grapefruit.

"What are you doing today?" she said.

I shrugged. "Probably nothing."

"Gonna talk to Emily?"

"I don't know. Maybe I'll see if she's around."

"How did last night go?"

I turned to look at her, halfway through pouring my coffee. She was smiling at me, somewhat shyly, but with a glimmer of mischief in her eye.

"What do you mean?" I said.

"I mean, how did the picture go over? Did she send you anything back?"

"Uh, yeah," I said, feeling myself blush. Even after Nicole's involvement yesterday, it felt weird to be talking about this.

"How much did she show you?"

I hesitated, then tried to describe the picture Emily had sent, but I blushed and stammered and made a mess of it. Nicole giggled.

"You're cute," she said. "Why don't you just show me?"

"Fine," I said, and couldn't help but wonder: why was she so interested in this?

I set my coffee down, went into my room, and brought my laptop out. I pulled up the picture Emily sent, and turned the screen toward Nicole. Nicole grabbed the whole computer, looking intently.

"Wow," she said. "She's sexy."

"Yeah," I said.

Nicole looked up at me, grinning. Then she turned her attention back to the computer, and started scrolling. I grabbed for it, but she pulled it into her lap and shielded it with her body. I could see she was in the chat window with Emily, scrolling from where I sent my picture to the conversation that ensued. I could also see that the chat window with Nicole was left open, and wondered if Nicole noticed that and read anything into it.

"That's private," I said.

"Uh huh," Nicole said, ignoring me, reading.

She scrolled all the way to bottom, and I recapped in my mind what was said. How I described to Emily how hard my cock was, and how she'd told me how she was touching her clit thinking about it; how I'd told her when I was cumming, and described what a big mess I'd made looking at her picture. I felt exposed, having Nicole read over that, and found my body was responding. I leaned against the counter to try to hide the growing bulge in my shorts.

Finally Nicole looked up, flushed.

"I told you," she said.

"Told me what?"

"How it would make it better, teasing her a little bit. Now you still have her anticipating."

"Anticipating what?" I could feel myself blushing further, and growing insistently hard behind the counter.

Nicole smiled.

"Anticipating seeing the rest of you," she said. "Don't you want to make that last?"

"I guess so," I said. "But I think I'm gonna need to borrow your camera."

Nicole shook her head. "I can't let you do that."

"Why not?"

"I told you. It's my camera. And you'll ruin the nuance. You'll just whip it out and send away and then that'll be that."

"Wouldn't that be the next step? She wants to see it."

"I know she does. And she'll want to see it more and more if you make her wait for it."

Something about the "it" we kept mentioning: Nicole and I were talking bluntly about my cock, and "it" was getting steadily hard in my shorts. I leaned against the counter to keep it hidden.

"So what's next then?" I said.

"Hmm..." Nicole took on an exaggerated thinking pose, her chin in her hand, looking me over, head cocked to the side. "I think we need to show... more, somehow, without showing everything."

"Okay," I said, unsure what that meant exactly.

"Come here," Nicole said, gesturing for me to move out into the open. I hesitated, she laughed. "Stop being so shy, like I can't tell you're hiding a stiffy."

I couldn't help but laugh at her choice of words, which succeeded in diluting some of the awkwardness. Nicole laughed too, and waited.

I shrugged and reluctantly stepped out from behind the counter. I was not quite fully hard, but still there was a noticeable rise in my shorts, my swelling cock pushing against the fabric, leaning to the right. Nicole seemed to notice immediately, and laughed again, blushing a little.

"See?" she said. "You're enjoying this."

I said nothing, trying to distract my mind, taking slow breaths. Trying to will my encroaching hard-on to subside, or at least not to grow any further.

Nicole was scrutinizing me closely, which didn't help.

"What do you have on under those shorts?" she said.

"Uh, underwear..."

"Thanks," she said flatly, sarcastically. "What kind, dummy?"

"Just boxers," I said, shrugging.

"Okay. I have an idea. Meet me in your room, I'll get the camera." And she got up and went to her room.

I went to my room, feeling very nervous, very excited, and a little bewildered, all at once. I wondered how far this would go. I wondered how far I wanted it to go. Then Nicole came in, camera in hand.

"Ready?" she said.

"I guess so."

"Great. Take off your shirt and those shorts - leave the boxers on - and get on the bed."

I stood for a moment, hesitating, and Nicole just sat there, looking at me, smiling.

Finally I said, "Fuck it," Nicole giggled, and I quickly stripped down, being careful to keep my boxers on. Not wanting to stand there too exposed - which I admit seemed silly - I quickly lowered myself to the bed.

Automatically I sat leaning forward, shielding myself from Nicole's view.

"Relax," Nicole said. "It's not a big deal. You want to send her another picture, right?"

"Yeah," I said. "But couldn't I just take it?"

"No. My camera, remember? Now, lean back on the bed, sort of how you were in the picture you sent already."

I took a deep breath. I really did want to get this picture, and if I was being honest I really wanted Nicole to take it. I tried to banish the thoughts of how weird that was, and I scooted to the top of the bed, and leaned back against the headboard.

Nicole's eyes shot to my crotch and stayed there. She froze, staring, a deep blush rising in her face.

"Wow," she said. "That's..." and she trailed off.

I looked down, seeing what she was seeing: my cock was fully hard, stretching the fabric along the right leg of my shorts. The material did almost nothing to hide it, stretched tightly around both head and shaft.

Nicole readied her camera, her eyes darting back to my crotch every couple seconds.

"Um, okay," she said, haltingly. "So, like, you see how it's, uh... how it's kinda down the leg? What if you like, pulled it up some, so it's kinda going more... like... up?"

I think I saw what she meant, though it was hard to follow her stammering. I reached into my shorts and grabbed my cock - Nicole gasping as I did so - and adjusted it so it stood straight up higher in the shorts, bending some against the material.

"Fuck," Nicole breathed. "You're so..." She trailed off again, staring.

I started to pull my hand out of my shorts and Nicole shook her head.

"No," she said. "Leave your hand in there. That's good. And kinda... squeeze, at the base? Holding it up?"

I did so, holding my shaft like she said. I squeezed tightly, worried that I might suddenly cum. My cock throbbed against the thin material of my shorts.

"Wow," Nicole said. Her face was flushed, her eyes locked on my shorts. She took a long breath. "She's gonna love this."

And she snapped some pictures. She leaned in close, and I squeezed my eyes shut. This was driving me crazy. I hadn't moved my hand on my shaft at all, and yet it felt like I could explode any moment. I took deep breaths, trying to think about anything but what was happening.

"Okay," Nicole said. "I think this is good, let's send one of these to her." Let's?

Then she looked at me, her eyes trailing to my shorts. "Just, uh... hang in there, I guess," she said, laughing, blushing.

"Uh huh," I said, embarrassed. I pulled my hand slowly out of my shorts and took a deep breath. My hard on was not going anywhere anytime soon.

"Okay," Nicole said. "I'll download one of these and send it over. If you want to see if our girl is on, and get her primed." Then she winked, blushing, and left the room.

I slumped backward onto the bed, letting out a sigh. Automatically my hand was back to my shorts, squeezing my cock through the material. I was so turned on, I could barely stand it. Everything in me told me to just take it out and let myself cum, but I wanted to share that last photo shoot with Emily. I wanted to cum knowing she was looking at me.

I moved over to my computer just as a message was popping up. From Emily, speak of the devil.

Guess what I'm looking at? she said.

What's that? I said, imagining I was striking an innocent tone, though I had a good idea what she was going to say.

A hot guy, with his hand under his covers. Looks like he's holding his hard cock for me.

Mmm, I said. I have an inkling that guy might be hard again right now.

Oh really?

Uh huh.

Mmmm I want it

At that moment Nicole's chat window popped up, with the message Holy shit

Holy shit what? I said to Nicole.

And in response an image popped in. One of the photos she'd taken, it showed me wearing just my boxers, my hand in my shorts. The tent in my shorts was in the foreground, and it was vivid, my cock pressing against the material, every contour clearly outlined.

Again I found myself overcome looking at a picture of myself, in large part because Nicole had taken it, and had evidently picked it out of a series. And what did that Holy shit mean?

Thanks, I said. You're a good photographer.

You're a good subject ;) she replied, nearly immediately.

I quickly saved down the image from her chat window and loaded it into Emily's. I savored the anticipation for just a moment, my hand slipping back into my shorts, then hit send.

OH MY GOD, Emily said, seemingly as soon as the image loaded.

She quickly followed it up with Mmmm you look so big, Sam

And then: Did you take that for me?

Yes, I said, aware of the small lie. I did not take it, but it was for her. At least in part.

MMMMM that's so hot baby.

She went on, the messages coming in quickly:

I want to see it so bad

Can you please take it out, and show me?

Please baby, I'm so wet

Finally I responded, One sec, let me try.

Mmm please, Emily said.

And I took a deep breath, and messaged Nicole:

I think she's had enough foreplay. I really want to show her the rest. I either need to borrow your camera, or you can just take it, if you want. I don't care, I just want to show her.

The app showed Nicole was typing, but then the icon went away. Then another message popped up from Emily.

To help motivate, it said, and then a picture came into view. This one was similar to the previous one, except there was no bra. She was looking into the camera, eyes unfocused, mouth slightly open, and her hands were on her tits, which spilled out from her grip. Each nipple was partially visible. I let out a moan and squeezed my cock through the material of my boxers.

Wow, I said. You're so hot.

Thanks baby, Emily wrote back. Now pretty please, can I see your cock?

At that moment Nicole opened the door to my room, and stood there, staring. It was no point hiding at this point - I wore only my boxers, and my cock stood rock hard inside them, pushing the material straight up, my hand wrapped around it.

"Wow," she said, seeing Emily's picture on my screen. "Okay. I guess she's ready."