The Photo Shoot Pt. 02

"Was she there? When you were talking to me? It seemed like you took it while you were chatting with me."

"Yeah," I said. Emily let out a sigh. "When I sent the one in my boxers, she was next door. Then you sent me one and asked to see more..."

"You might say I begged to see more," Emily said.

"And I just wanted to show you, so I messaged Nicole and said it was time."

"Mmmm and what happened?" Emily was breathing heavily; she was definitely touching herself, I thought.

My hand slid into my pants, squeezed my cock. I wanted to pull it out. But I could hear Amanda and Nicole, now next door in Nicole's room. Could I risk it?

"She came to my room," I said. "She saw the picture you'd sent me on my screen--" Emily moaned "--and she told me to take my boxers off."

"How did she react?" Emily said. "When she saw your cock?"

"I think her words were 'Holy shit.'"

Emily giggled.

"God, I love it," she said. "So was she still there, when you came?"

"Yeah."

"Oh my God. She watched you?" Her voice was growing strained.

"Yeah."

"Oh. My. FUCK," Emily said, stretching out the last word, moaning loud, shuddering into the phone.

I couldn't help it, I pulled out my cock, pumped it with my hand, and then I was cumming too. I stifled a moan, breathed hard into the phone. I didn't have time to move my clothes out of the way. I coated my shirt and sweatpants with cum.

"Oh my God are you cumming now?" Emily said, her voice strained.

"Yes," I said, my voice similarly strained, squeezing my cock, spraying cum all over myself.

"Fuck," Emily said, moaning more, breathing hard.

"Wow," she said, after a moment. "I didn't know that was gonna happen."

"Me neither," I said. I was a mess, my cock dripping cum over my hand, my shirt and pants wet with it.

She giggled. "I didn't even know you were touching yourself."

"I wasn't really planning on it. I almost came in my pants." I was a little embarrassed to say it, but it was true.

"Mmm I love that. Did you take it out in time?"

"Yeah, just barely."

"I bet you're a big mess now."

"I am." I wiped my hand on my pants, already soiled anyway, let my cock slowly descend to rest on my cum-soaked shirt.

"Mmmm. Is anyone around to hear you? You sounded like you were trying to be quiet."

"Yeah, Nicole and Amanda are next door."

"Mmm you're a bad boy. You're gonna get another talking to from Nicole."

I laughed. "Yeah, I might."

"I think she likes it."

"You think so?"

"Yes. She could have given you her camera. She wanted to see. And she stayed to watch you cum. She didn't have to do any of that."

"Yeah," I said. "I guess you have a point."

"What was she like? This morning, when she came in to talk to you."

"What do you mean?"

"Like, when she saw that you were naked... did she, like, blush, or check you out or anything? Or did she just act annoyed by it all?"

"I guess she did kinda blush, and her eyes kept going to my lap..."

"She totally wanted to see it again."

"She also... uh..." I wasn't sure if I should say, wasn't sure what Emily's threshold for jealousy might be.

"She also what?"

"So, she was wearing pajamas, but no, uh... no bottoms."

"Just panties?" Emily sounded surprised, and excited.

"Uh, no," I said. "I couldn't be sure, but when she turned around... It didn't look like she was wearing even those."

"Oh my God." She shuddered, then laughed. "You're gonna make me cum again. Are you serious?"

"Yeah. I got just a quick glimpse, but I thought I saw her, uh, bare... ass."

Emily laughed. "You're so cute," she said. "Don't be shy, I love this."

There was a pause. I let out a deep breath. I found I was very relieved. Not only that Emily wasn't mad, but that I had told her in the first place. I had an ally in this now. I didn't feel so alone, with Nicole and Amanda hanging out, with Nicole being mad at me - or at least appearing mad at me - with this awkward situation now where I felt I had to tiptoe around these people.

"Man," Emily said. "You're in an interesting situation here, huh."

"I guess so," I said.

"So what do you think Nicole and Amanda were doing, that ended up with Nicole only wearing a top?"

"I don't know, I thought maybe she just slept that way."

"Or she slept naked, and that's all she bothered to put on."

"Maybe."

"Did they sleep in her room together?"

"I think so."

"They're totally fooling around in there."

"You think?"

"Panties don't just come off, Sam."

"I guess not."

"And she knew what she was doing, coming into your room that way."

"I thought so too, but I also thought what she wears is none of my business."

Emily giggled. "You're such a gentleman. And you're right. But this isn't some top that people think gives them license to stare at her chest. This is someone who just yesterday was checking out your cock, deciding not to wear pants when she comes to confront you about how loudly you came last night."

"When you put it that way..."

She laughed again. "Yeah, when I put it that way... It sounds like she's into it, doesn't it?"

"I guess so." It all sounded very reasonable. I just found it hard to believe - even after yesterday's photo shoot, even after this morning - that all the disgust and disdain that had been in Nicole's words, and that she'd always shown for me, were not completely genuine.

"Want to know what I think?" Emily said.

"Of course."

"I think it's a power thing. I think she enjoyed being in charge yesterday, with the camera. She wants to keep you guessing, keep you off balance. So when she gets you naked again, it will be on her terms. And you know what else I think?"

"What?"

"I think that's really fucking hot."

"Really?" The cum on my clothes hadn't even dried yet, and I was hard again.

"Yes. I'm not the jealous type." I could hear her smile in her voice. "I'm happy to share you, with a couple conditions."

"What are those?"

"One, anything that happens, I want pictures. And two, whatever they get to do to you, I want that and more when I come visit."

"When you come visit?" We had vaguely mentioned hopes to meet in person some time, but had not begun to make any plans.

"Yes, when. I don't know how or when yet, but I will make it happen."

"Sounds good to me."

"Do we have a deal?"

"Yes."

"Good boy. Here's what I want you to do."

#

I got myself cleaned up finally, dressed in clean clothes - a fresh t shirt and a different pair of sweatpants, though they were older and shabbier - and emerged from my room, my laptop in hand. I was bolstered some by Emily's involvement, but still nervous. I was relieved to hear Nicole and Amanda shut away in Nicole's room - I could emerge without having to immediately face them. I heard giggling from inside, and couldn't help but think about Emily's theory that they were fooling around in there.

It was early afternoon by this point, and I was starving. I made myself some coffee - better late than never - and a sandwich, and brought my laptop to the couch in the living room and turned on the TV.

I flipped through some channels, finding nothing interesting to watch. But it wasn't long before I heard Nicole and Amanda emerge from Nicole's room. My heart immediately started racing, my skin prickled. I was nervous to see them.

They came down, talking in muffled tones, laughing quietly. I didn't catch their words.

"Decided to come out of your hole?" Nicole said, peering down at me from behind the couch. She had changed; she was wearing a blue low-cut t shirt and short white shorts. Amanda stood beside her, wearing a lime green tank top and pink linen pants.

"Yeah," I said, shrugging ruefully. Confronted now with Nicole and Amanda, in the flesh, Nicole still looking kind of pissed, whatever Emily had in mind seemed ill-advised. I thought about calling it off, returning my laptop to my room, explaining to Emily that whatever her plan was would have to remain a fantasy.

"So," Amanda said, coming around and sitting on the couch. In her tank top she showed a great deal of cleavage, her black bra just visible; I tried not to stare. "I hear you have a girlfriend."

Nicole came around too, looked at me, looked at the chair off to the side of the couch, and looked back at me, standing and waiting. She had that "don't fuck with me" look on her face. I nodded and moved to the chair, and Nicole sat in the middle of the couch, next to Amanda.

"So?" Amanda said, waiting for a reply.

"Oh," I said. "I don't know if... if she's..."

"You're not labeling it?" Amanda said, grinning.

"I guess not." It sounded lame, but also accurate.

"That's adorable. What's her name?"

"Emily." I could feel the blood rushing to my face, turning me red.

"Is she cute?"

"Uh, yeah, she's cute."

"Cuter than me?" Amanda widened her big brown eyes at me, smiling angelically.

Before I could answer - almost mercifully - Nicole nodded toward my laptop on the coffee table.

"What are you doing with that?" she said. "If you're gonna have cybersex or whatever, don't you think you should do it in your own room?"

"Cybersex!" Amanda said, laughing. "I don't think I've ever heard anyone say that out loud."

"Actually," I said to Nicole. "She wants to talk to you. Emily does."

"Oh she does, does she?" Nicole said, eyebrow cocked.

"Yeah."

"What about?"

I shrugged. "She just said she wants to talk to you."

Nicole looked at Amanda, who looked on, amused.

"Can I talk to Sam for a second?" Nicole said. Amanda looked taken aback, almost hurt, but then she sighed.

"Fine," Amanda said and went to the kitchen, leaving me alone with Nicole.

Nicole gave me a long, piercing look. I braced for impact.

"How much did you tell Emily?" she said. "About... what happened..."

I took a deep breath. Here we go. I opened my mouth to speak, but Nicole seemed to intuit what I was going to say by my demeanor, and she cut me off.

"You little shit," she said, laughing. "You told her everything, didn't you?"

I felt myself blushing, withering under Nicole's gaze. I just nodded.

Nicole laughed again. She was blushing too.

"Jesus," she said. "So, what, she's jealous? Is she gonna go psycho on me? What are you getting me into here?"

I shook my head. "It's nothing like that. She's actually... When I told her, she was... into it."

"Into it," Nicole repeated flatly.

I nodded.

"So now she wants to talk to me," Nicole said. Her blush deepened.

I nodded again.

Nicole sighed, laughing. "Whatever. Give me that." She indicated my laptop. "Is that why you have that in here? For this little trap?"

I shrugged again, and handed her the computer.

"Let me know when it's safe to come back," Amanda called from the next room.

Nicole laughed. "Sorry, yes. Come on in."

I moved to the couch next to Nicole, where I could see. She shot me a look but didn't protest. Amanda sat on the other side.

"What's going on?" Amanda said.

"I guess we're about to have a little chat with Sam's internet girlfriend," Nicole said. "I guess we'll see if she's real."

"Ooh, fun!"

I realized, then, that it hadn't occurred to me to wonder how much Nicole had told Amanda.

Nicole opened up the laptop. I had closed everything but the instant messaging software, to make sure nothing of our previous conversation was showing. I pointed out Emily's screen name, and Nicole opened up a chat window.

Hi, Nicole said. This is Nicole. Sam said you wanted to talk to me.

Hi Nicole :), Emily responded, nearly immediately. Nicole shot Amanda a look. Amanda giggled.

Then Emily said, I wanted to thank you for the lovely pictures. You're a good photographer.

"What pictures?" Amanda said, leaning in and reading.

"Don't worry about it," Nicole said.

You're welcome, Nicole wrote in the chat.

One thing, though, Emily said. I was nervous; she didn't tell me what she planned to talk to Nicole about, only that she wanted to talk to her.

Emily went on, I'm told you saw a picture of me. One I meant just for Sam.

"You saw her?" Amanda said, grinning. "I want to see her!" Nicole shushed her.

Yeah, Nicole wrote. I guess I did. Sorry about that.

It's okay, Emily replied. Just send me a comparable pic of you and we'll call it even. ;)

My heart jumped. Nicole shot me a look.

"Was this your idea?" she said.

I balked, stammering, shaking my head. Nicole narrowed her eyes.

Amanda was laughing. "What kind of picture did you see of her?"

Nicole didn't answer. She sat looking at the screen, contemplating. Amanda and I both watched her, waiting to see what she would do.

Finally Nicole typed, I didn't get a good look at it.

Sad :(, Emily said. Well I'll show you mine if show me yours. ;)

Nicole shot me another look.

"Okay," Nicole said, and, leaning forward, set the computer on the coffee table. "Sam, I want to talk to you." She nodded for me to follow and stood and went to the kitchen.

I made eye contact with Amanda. She shrugged, looking confused but intrigued. I stood and followed Nicole.

She was standing in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, arms crossed. I couldn't help but notice how her arms propped up her large breasts, enhancing the cleavage in her low-cut top. I made a concerted effort to look at her face, where her blue eyes were daggers.

"What's your game here?" she said, her voice stern but hushed.

"My game?" I said, taken aback.

"Yes. Your game. What are you trying to achieve here?"

I didn't know what to say. "I don't... What am I--"

"Are you trying to fuck me?"

It was so blunt. So direct. She didn't blink, just glared, waiting for an answer.

I tried to speak, to reply, to give her an answer. But I stammered, words not forming, and just babbled like an idiot.

"Just tell me," she said, and she pushed herself off the counter and stepped toward me. "Is this just a ploy you have with--" she waved toward the living room "--your little friend, to get me out of my clothes?"

"No," I said, finally succeeding in forming a word, albeit a small one. I shook my head. "No, I swear, she's just... I just didn't want to lie to her, and she's..."

"She's 'into it,'" Nicole said, using air quotes, stepping closer still until she stood right in front of me. Looking up at me, but still making me feel small.

"Right," I said. "Into it."

"Okay," she said. She softened some, almost smiled even. "If I find out this is some trick, I will make you pay for it."

"Got it. It's not a trick, I promise."

"And if I decide," she said, her eyes trailing down my body, then back up to my face, "that you get to fuck me, it will be because I say you can, not for some chick from the internet. Is that clear?"

I nodded, lying; it wasn't. I couldn't have heard what I thought I heard.

She took another step toward me, nearly touching me.

"Say it," she said.

"It's clear," I said.

She smirked. "Good boy."

And she turned and walked out, down the hall, toward the stairs. I couldn't help it, I watched her ass as she moved, bouncing in her short shorts.

I took a deep breath. I was backed against the wall. And, I realized, I was rock hard, my cock making an obvious tent in my sweatpants.

I lingered a moment, trying to get ahold of myself. My heart was racing, I was sweating. I took some deep breaths, trying to calm down, trying to get my erection under control.

Finally, when I was close enough to not be quite so obvious, I made my way back to the living room. Amanda had the laptop open on her lap, typing and laughing.

"I like this girl," she said when I approached. She looked up and frowned. "Where's Nicole?"

I shrugged, sat on the chair, out of the way. I was out of breath. I nodded toward the computer.

"What are you two talking about?" I said, frightened of the answer.

Amanda smiled. "Come see." She patted the couch to her right.

Oh well, I thought, and moved over to the middle of the couch next to Amanda. She smiled again and scooted a little closer. I tried not to look down her shirt, at the vista of cleavage I could see from this angle. She angled the computer so I could read, and even scrolled up to the top of her conversation with Emily. They had managed to squeeze in a lengthy conversation in our absence:

Emily: Did I lose you?

Amanda: Hi Emily. This is Amanda, Nicole's friend. Nicole dragged Sam into the kitchen. I think he's getting in trouble.

Emily: Uh oh. That keeps happening!

Amanda: What does?

Emily: I keep getting Sam in trouble with Nicole.

Amanda: LOL really? What else happened?

Emily: Well he got a little... loud... last night

Amanda: Oh yeah, that. I heard that too ;)

Emily: Sorry!

Amanda: Don't be sorry. It was a good show. Even if it was just the radio version. :(

Emily: Were you hoping for a visual?

Amanda: I mean, I was curious, maybe...

Emily: Well I bet Sam would love to show you. If you asked nicely. Or if I did...

Amanda: LOL you think?

Emily: Yes I do. I think he likes to show off.

Amanda: LOL wow.

Emily: Wow is right. Just wait until you see it.

Amanda: Wouldn't that bother you? Isn't he kind of your guy?

Emily: It wouldn't bother me at all. The rule is, I just need to see pictures of anything that happens without me. ;)

Amanda: Wow.

Amanda: Speaking of pictures, I think everyone's gotten to see you but me.

Emily: Well you're in luck, I like to show off too. ;)

Emily: All you have to do is convince Nicole to take some more pics for me.

Amanda: Some more...?

Emily: Yes. More. :)

Amanda: Vague LOL. Okay. I'll see what I can do.

Emily: Please do :)

Amanda: Our guy's coming back. Guess he survived his tongue lashing.

Emily: Ooh tongue lashing, that sounds fun

Amanda: LOL

Amanda was looking at me, watching my reaction as I read. She was smiling broadly.

"Your girl's a sexy one," she said. "Where did you find her?"

Before I could answer, Nicole returned. She was holding her camera in hand, looking flushed.

"Okay," she said. "I guess we're gonna play along." She held out her hand, indicating the computer. I pulled it from Amanda's lap and handed it to her. She took it and sat in the chair next to the couch, where I couldn't see the screen. It looked like the briefly scanned through Amanda's conversation with Emily. She blushed a little. Then she typed a message or two and plugged the camera in.

"Did you take a pic for her?" Amanda said.

"Yeah," Nicole said, her eyes on the screen.

"Well come on, come over here, let's see it."

Nicole looked up at Amanda. Seemed to weigh this.

"Fine," she said, and to me: "Scoot over."

I moved to the right side of the couch, and Nicole slid in between me and Amanda.

In the chat window I saw her message to Emily:

Hi, it's Nicole again. I have a pic for you, I guess it's only fair after I saw you.

And Emily's reply: Yay! :)

And Nicole was in the process of loading an image into the chat and sending it.

The image showed Nicole, standing in her bedroom, looking into the camera, which she held out at a downward angle. With her low-cut top on, the image presented a nice view of her cleavage.

OMG, Emily said. Sam never told me you were fucking gorgeous.

LOL thank you, Nicole said.

Not to split hairs, Emily said, but I believe I was topless in the pic you saw of me.