Introduction Into a Life of Porn

by Harry Perry

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Hot Codes: (m/f, exhib, cons, mast, teen)

Abstract: Story of a young boy that gets seduced into a life of porn by a gorgeous girl at his new school.  Note that there's a lot of buildup (about 170 lines) before the gist of the story begins.  She starts by wanting to pose nude for photographs, but the photographers want her to share the spotlight with a boy.

It was my first year at this new high school.  I was 15, a sophomore, and feeling very insecure.  I didn't know anybody; all my friends were hundreds of miles away, and I wasn't a sports superstar.  At my previous school, if a guy was good at some sport, he became popular, so I believed that was the only way I'd be noticed at the new school.  I was wrong.

I don't think I'd been going to the school for an entire week before this absolutely gorgeous junior sat down beside me in the lunch room.

"Hi, my name is Andrea," she said, extending her hand out to me.

I took it and shook her hand gently, saying, "Hi, I'm Dan."

Andrea was beautiful.  She had long, slightly wavy, dark brown hair that cascaded across her shoulders and hung down to the center of her breasts.  Her blouse was a thin halter top that was see-through enough for me to glimpse her lacy bra and impressive cleavage.  In my previous school, girls were not allowed to expose their bellybuttons, but Andrea's halter barely covered her ribs, showing off everything below it down to her low-slung hiphuggers.  I had never seen a girl's bellybutton before, except on TV, and there was something about a real live one next to me that turned me on.  Of course the rest of her was doing a good job of arousing me as well.

To comment on her figure was truly unfair compared to her amazingly beautiful face.  She had model-quality features; blue eyes, high cheekbones, sexy lips, a straight and slender nose and a sharp jaw.  Her teeth looked big and bright, and she smiled a lot.  She was about five foot, four, and she couldn't have weighed 110 pounds; she looked just perfect.  What could be more beautiful?

We chatted while we ate our lunch, but for some reason, I just couldn't get the suspicion that she was just playing me along for some big fall later on.  She had been living in this neighborhood for years, and I was sure she had more boys chasing her than horse manure had flies.  I didn't want to be completely open with this girl, even though she seemed to be pretty open with me.

"So, how about we go out sometime?" she boldly asked.

"Uh, like where?" I asked stupidly with my suspicious red flags raised high.

"How about tomorrow after school.  Let's meet at that ice cream place on the corner across from the train station in town," she suggested.  "It'll take me a little while to get home and down there, but let's say about 4:30?"

It was time for us to go back to our classes, so I agreed, and we headed off in opposite directions.

For the rest of the day, that evening and the following day, I couldn't think of anything else.  Why would such a pretty girl be interested in me?  There had to be a hundred guys in the school that would give their left nut to go out with her, and I was sure they all tried.  I was new to the school, so there was no way she knew anything about me.  It's not that I was bad looking; it was just that she had to be popular enough at this school that she wouldn't even notice me.

I saw her a couple of times in the halls, and she was always very nice, waving at me and giving me a big smile.  Other kids in the halls would see her and turn to check me out.  That made me very self-conscious.

When I got to the ice cream parlor after school, she was already there waiting for me.  She waved and smiled her beautiful smile, and I headed over to sit across from her.

We each had an ice cream sundae while we chatted and got to know each other better.  I learned that she had plenty of friends, but she always liked to extend herself to meet the new guys.  She wasn't interested in dating anybody, but she liked going out and having fun.  As for me, she said she would definitely like to do things together.  She seemed to be genuine and a really nice girl.  I didn't get any sense that she was trying to pull something over on me, and I found that I was getting to like her as a person and not just because she was so amazingly pretty.

She impressed me, too.  During our conversation, she opened up to me about some of her personal issues.  She told me that a lot of guys were always trying to get in her pants, and although she sometimes would like to neck or fool around a little, the pressure turned her off.  Her parents were pretty permissive and trusted her, which made her want to be honorable to them.  She admitted to doing some naughty stuff, now and then, but nothing really crazy.  She claimed she was still a virgin, and she wanted to stay that way for a while.

When we parted, she refused to let me pay for the ice cream and paid her own way.  She said that she'd like to keep our relationship on a friend-only basis, at least for a while.  Based on our conversation, this seemed logical.

"I don't want you to spend money on me," she said.  "For one thing, I can pay for myself, and for another, I don't want to feel I owe you.  I want to be friends and nothing more for now."

This concerned me, too.  I'd heard about girls who "just want to be friends," and they always seemed to sleep with other guys and keep you as their friend.  The guy ends up being no more than her girlfriend, which becomes an insult.  I figured I'd play it out for a while, especially since she was nice, it would give me someone to talk to, and other girls might want to know what she saw in me.

Over the next few months, Andrea and I got together at least once a week and usually two or three times.  The more time I spent with her, the more I liked her.  She always dressed to kill, and her body actually turned me on so much that I usually had to hide my arousal from her.  It was no wonder guys hit on her.  After what she had told me, though, I didn't dare even suggesting anything more intimate.  Considering how assertive she was, I figured that if she wanted to do something, she could make the first move - and she did.

One afternoon, she suggested we go to a movie.  I was surprised but thrilled.  She wanted to go to a romantic comedy that was R-rated.  I had never been to an R-rated movie before, but I certainly wasn't going to tell my parents.  I got permission from them to see some G-rated thing and met Andrea at the theater.  It was nice that we both lived within walking distance of downtown so we didn't have to have our parents driving us around.

Andrea offered to pay, but this time it was I that convinced her to let me pay my own way.  I think she liked that.

We sat near the back of the theater in the middle.  The theater wasn't packed, so no one sat real near us.  We were pretty secluded when the lights went down.

The movie wasn't all that good, but it had its funny moments.  The thing that surprised me, though, was there was some nudity and a couple of pretty sexy scenes.  I guess I had been very sheltered, and the naked women and obvious sexual situations got me really aroused.  I could feel my face flush and was glad that Andrea couldn't see me.

After the first nude scene, though, Andrea took my hand.  I was shocked, but that turned me on more than the pretty nude actress on the screen.  I couldn't believe how exciting it was, except for one thing.  The hand that Andrea was holding had been sitting right over my erection.  I was so nervous that she was going to feel it, and I kept maneuvering my arm so hers wouldn't touch my thigh or the lump running down my pant leg.  There was no way she wouldn't notice the straining bulge inside my pants, and I had to keep her from it.

At one point, Andrea dropped her purse, and I helped her find it in the dark.  We were whispering and giggling as we searched, but I finally found it and gave it back to her.

When she reached for my hand again and before I could protect my thigh from her touch, she set the flat of her hand right on the top of my leg.  She didn't have her hand turned up so I could put mine into it; it was as if she just wanted to feel the lump on my thigh.  Even though my cock had softened some from the search for her purse, it was still pretty firm, and I just knew that she could feel it.  Her hand was right on top of my cock-head, and my erection pulsed and hardened under her touch.

I didn't know what to do.  Would she be offended?  Would it turn her on?  Whatever I did, I didn't want to make a big deal out of it.  If she hadn't noticed or didn't know what it was under her palm, I certainly didn't want to bring her attention to it.  Unfortunately, feeling her hand on my semi only made it get harder.  I just hoped that it swelled slowly, and she wouldn't notice.

A really sexy scene came up which offered a full frontal nude shot of the main actress.  She was really hot, and I thought I was going to die.  There's something about the sight of a pretty woman's pubic bush, especially being exposed to an audience, that is so arousing.  This movie was the first time I'd seen a naked woman, and it was extremely erotic.  My cock jerked and got hard as a rock as it pushed itself right down my thigh under Andrea's hand.  She didn't move, and this only added to my arousal.  She had to know her hand was over my erection, and she had to know I was aroused, but she didn't react.

I began to lose track of the movie plot as my mind reeled with lust and desire for Andrea.  I wondered what she was thinking.  If she was offended or put off in some way, I was sure she would have removed her hand.  I wondered if out of courtesy she would allow me a bit of modesty, but her hand remained.  I had my doubts as to whether she knew what the lump was under her hand because she didn't move; she didn't squeeze it, press down harder, caress it, nothing.  I wondered if this was why guys weren't after her; she was a tease.

Then her hand moved.  Not a lot, but enough for me to notice.  It slid up my thigh about an inch and then returned to cover my cock-head.  I became even more focused on her hand, and there was no way my erection was going to shrink.  It actually jerked again, and I expected Andrea to react this time, but she still didn't.

The next scene that showed the nude backside of the main male character, Andrea's hand moved again.  This time it felt like it had purpose.  Her hand didn't just slide to one side or anything that might seem natural, it intentionally moved up the shaft of my cock and back down to the tip.  Although it was a similar move to the previous time, this was more intentional as she applied more pressure, almost squeezing it between her fingers.

Since it was not as "inappropriate" for a movie to show a naked man's backside as a naked woman, front or back, the scene with the male character exposing his firm butt lasted for a few minutes.  I still can't remember what was going on in the scene, but the man was talking to someone who was looking at him while they talked, meaning we knew the actress facing him was getting a full frontal of the nude actor.

As we watched the naked man on the screen, Andrea's hand started stroking my cock through my jeans.  It was very subtle at first but became more pronounced as the scene continued.  I thought I was going to die.  Her fingers began feeling the shape of my erection, sensing where the glans were, measuring the length and thickness, all while we watched the naked backside of the guy on the screen.  Now I knew for sure that she felt my erection, and I believed she was enjoying it!  Considering her attitude about guys hitting on her and her desire to remain a virgin, this seemed really out of character.

To this day, I don't know how I did it, but I managed to keep from having a climax under her touch.  That moment seemed to give her permission to carry on without hesitation.  For the rest of the movie, Andrea casually rubbed my cock through my jeans.  It seemed more that she was exploring rather than trying to get me aroused.  Never once did she look down from the screen or do anything to indicate she was conscious of what her hand was doing to me.  Her ministrations would vary from light, sensitive touching to strong squeezing and hard pressure, depending on what was happening on the screen in front of us.  I know I had to grit my teeth a few times, but I was terrified that I'd empty my balls in my pants, and her hand would become sticky from all the sperm.  I didn't want that to happen.

When the lights came on, her hand suddenly disappeared.  She got up and prepared to leave, looking back to make sure I was following.  I had such a powerful erection that it was hard to stand up.

"Come on, Dan," she encouraged gently.  "Let's go for a walk."

She acted like nothing had happened, and I was confused.  For some reason, I was trying to hide the fact that I was still hard.  I was afraid she'd see my erection and freak, even though I knew she was fully aware of it.  On the other hand, I wanted her to see just how much she had turned me on.

"Um, I need to wait a second," I said hesitantly.

"What for?" she asked with one fist on her hip like she was angry.

I didn't know what to say.  I didn't hide my erection, but I also didn't make a point of it.  I felt that if I put my hands over it, this would bring more attention to it.  For some silly reason, I thought it wasn't obvious, that is until she looked at it.

Andrea didn't look at it for long.  She didn't stare.  It was just a quick glance, but it was enough for me to see a very sly smile.  Her reaction was so subtle, I wasn't sure if I wasn't imagining it.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me out of my seat.  I grunted, but I followed her out of the theater.  I know my movements were a bit stiff, but it was because of my hard-on being bent uncomfortably when I walked.

On the way out, there were three middle-school girls waiting in the lobby to go into the next movie who noticed us.  Actually, I'm guessing they noticed Andrea first.  She is a beautiful girl, and like usual, she was dressed to impress.  As was her style, Andrea had a bare midriff to show off her flat stomach, a fitted top that let everyone know how well endowed she was, and shorts to expose her long, sexy legs.  Being so beautiful attracted a lot of attention, but showing off her hot body got that much more.

Anyway, these three girls saw her, and I just caught them out of the corner of my eye.  They were really cute, and their obvious stare at Andrea almost made me laugh, but then one of them looked at me, and her eyes dropped right down to my crotch.  Her hand went to her mouth in shock, and then she giggled and pointed.  The other two immediately looked at what she was seeing before I realized it was my erection at which she was pointing.  I'm sure I turned a hundred shades of red before my hand was able to cover my state of arousal.

Suddenly, Andrea pulled me in a different direction, and we disappeared into the crowd and out the door.  I was now very conscious of my erection, and I swear every girl I saw noticed it.  Fortunately, Andrea had me pulled from the crowds and down the street in just a few minutes.

"So, what did you think of the movie?" she asked, holding my hand.

"Uh, well, uh, I guess it was okay," I said, still reeling from embarrassment.

"I thought it was a bit lame," she said, "but there were some funny parts.  I especially liked the scene where the guy walks in on his naked sister and falls down the stairs."

"Yeah, that was funny," I agreed.  "What surprised me, though, was that she ran to his rescue without covering up."

"Why did that surprise you?" she asked seriously.

"Well, I guess if she's his sister and all, I'd think she'd be embarrassed to be naked in front of him."

"Yeah, but it was kind of too late," she replied.

"True, but you'd think she could put a robe on or something," I said.

"But, why?  He's already seen her naked," she argued.  "It's not like she's got anything left to hide."

"That's not exactly true," I said.  "He only got a quick look before he fell down the stairs.  When she ran down to make sure he was all right, he had much more time to check her out.  Didn't you notice how uncomfortable he was as he looked her up and down?"

"Yeah, and I thought it was kind of sexy," she said with a grin as she started swinging my arm with hers.  "I think she kind of liked having him look at her, and I think he was getting aroused.  What do you think?"

Considering Andrea and I had never discussed sex or anything related except that first day when she told me of guys hitting on her, this seemed so out of character for her.  She had been quite clear throughout our times together that she was completely turned off to guys that hit on her, which had been a strong message to me to avoid making any advances.  I liked Andrea, and we had a good time together, even though being with her was frustrating.  There was a part of me that was proud to be seen with her, but I had to presume that everyone knew she was a prick-tease.  On the other hand, there were a lot of guys that hung around her, and I rarely saw her alone except when we were together.

Even though I was young and naïve, I was also very lonely and insecure because of being at the new school.  Even still, I probably would have dumped Andrea a long time before this if I could have gotten the attention of just about any other girl at the school.  I'm not an ugly guy, and I'm in pretty good shape, but girls seemed to keep their distance.  They would greet me and chat for a minute, but they never seemed to warm up to me or give me the opportunity to ask them out.  I felt very left out in the cold, except for Andrea.

For the first time in months, Andrea was opening up to me about her thoughts as they applied to sex, arousal and relationships.  Did this mean that I was getting closer to her emotionally?  Was she opening up to me?

"I'm sure he was aroused," I replied.  "His sister was very pretty, and she had a hot body."

"I thought so, too," Andrea agreed.  "I wonder what it was like for that actress to do that part.  She had to be completely naked on the set a number of times, and I'm sure there were lots of guys around doing the filming, directing and what have you.  Do you think they cleared the set for her?  There still had to be a few, like the camera man, the sound man, and the director, not to mention the other actors.  Did she mind having all those guys seeing her naked and checking her out?  Did she find it arousing?  I wonder how many takes it took."

"I don't know," was all I could say.  "I'm sure it took more than one."

After that, the conversation went back to the basic story line, which both of us felt was pretty weak.

It was about a week later that we were having a milk shake together that Andrea really shocked me.

We were chatting about school, when she said, "You know, I've been thinking about that movie we saw.  You remember, the one with the sister that shocked her brother when he caught her naked."

"Uh, huh," I said while sipping my shake.

"There's something about being completely naked while someone is making a movie or taking pictures that intrigues me," she said.  "Do you think I'm good looking enough to pose for Playboy?"

I stopped sipping and looked up at her in disbelief.  Was she serious?  My eyes did a quick scan of her perfect body, currently dressed to show more skin than was covered, and I considered her face.  She had smooth skin, a clear complexion and amazingly pretty features.  Her bangs gave her a sexy look as she tossed them out of the way to let me see her face without obstructions.

"Absolutely," I said, "except that I think they have an age limit.  You have to be at least 18."

"If I were to pose for a magazine, like Playboy, would you buy it?" she asked.

Again I wondered if she was serious.  She looked like she was serious.  Then I considered that she may think I was a pervert or she wouldn't want me to see her posed naked in a magazine.

"That's okay," she said, sounding a bit disappointed.  "It wouldn't offend me if you didn't."

"I hope you don't think bad of me," I said hesitantly, "but I'd spend a year's allowance to buy that issue if I had to."

I was surprised at her reaction.  She looked up quickly, and the smile on her face was amazing.

"You would?"

"Does that bother you?"

She looked me over, and her eyes froze on my crotch for just a second.  Suddenly I realized that the thought of seeing her naked had given me a healthy erection.  Quickly, I covered the prominent bulge in my jeans.  Andrea's eyes had returned to my face, and I know she saw the blush I felt.

With a huge grin, she said, "Not at all!  As a matter of fact, it kind of excites me."

Now that caught me off guard.  She had been so clear that she didn't like guys hitting on her and wanting into her pants, but now she was indicating she liked my interest in seeing her naked.  I had this sudden urge to try and kiss her, but it felt so public in the ice cream store and all.

Before I could get my composure back, she suddenly said, "Oh, I've got to go.  Hey, Dan, I'll see you around.  Okay?"

I barely got "Okay" out of my mouth before she was gone and out the door.

For the next two weeks, I barely got a wave out of her at school.  She was always too busy to have anything to do with me.  Her normal entourage of guys was always with her, though, but she continued to tell me she didn't have time to go out or meet up.  I was growing concerned that she didn't want to see me anymore.  I'd grown accustomed to our little get-togethers, and since she was the only one who paid me any attention, I felt extremely lonely and abandoned.

It was on a Friday when she caught me in the halls.  Her entourage was absent.

"Hey, Dan, how are you doing?" she asked cheerfully.

"Fine," was all I could say.

"Wanna get together after school?" she asked excitedly.  "How about a soda at our usual place?"

"Uh, okay," was all I said before she gave me a grin and disappeared into the crowd of kids.

This time I beat her to the ice cream store.  I ordered us both root beer floats, one of the things we both liked.  They arrived just as she came in the door.

She thanked me for the float and had a long draw on it before she said anything.  Then she reached across the table and took my hand in both of hers.  Wow!  Was she going to let me down easy and tell me she didn't want to have anything to do with me again?

"Dan, now this has to stay between us, okay?" she said in a whisper.

I turned my hand over and held hers; something I'd never done before.  Hers felt so small in my hand.  "Of course."

"You really are an impressive guy," she started.  "The last few weeks, you never divulged my interest in posing nude.  Most guys would have spread it all over the school by now."

"Why would I?" I asked.  "You're my friend, and it's no one's business."

"Yeah, but a lot of other guys would have blabbed it to someone," she said, "and with me having so little to do with you the past week, other guys would be pissed and said something out of spite."

"I'm not like that," I said.  "Yeah, I was wondering what was going on with you, but I figured that if there was a problem, you would have told me."

"That's why I want to share something with you.  I've done it!"

"You've done what?" I asked.

"I have an appointment to have some nude pictures taken for a magazine," she said.

"Really?" I was shocked.  "I didn't think Playboy would let you do that until you were 18."

"It's not Playboy," she said.  "It's a magazine sold in Europe where it's legal to have pictures of teenaged girls."

"Wow!  Really?"  I was getting redundant.

"Yeah, and I want you to come along and be my chaperon."

Okay, now I really had a hard-on.  My heart actually stopped for a moment.  She wanted me to be in the studio while she was having pictures taken of her nude?

"I'm afraid someone is going to try and hit on me or worse, and I was hoping you'd be there as my bodyguard.  Would you mind?"

Now this was going to be a difficult assignment.  It sounded like she wanted me to stand around a photography studio and watch her pose naked while a bunch of strangers took pictures of her.  How was I going to keep myself from jumping her, not to mention controlling however many guys were in the studio?  How was I going to keep from having a spontaneous orgasm?

Again my hesitation must have been too long.

"You had indicated you would give up a year's allowance to see pictures of me naked," she said in a curious tone, "so I presumed you'd be willing to be there when the pictures were taken."

I finally got my voice back.  "I was serious, and I'd be willing to kill to be at the studio with you," I said.

"...but?" she asked, thinking I had more to say.

"No 'buts.'  I'm just wondering what kind of a bodyguard I would be and how I could possibly convince a bunch of older guys not to touch you when that's all I'll be thinking about doing myself."

"Aw, you're sweet," she said as she squeezed my hand.  "From what I have heard, this is all supposed to be on the up-and-up.  No one is going to touch me inappropriately, and there is no 'casting couch,' so they say.  My thought is that you really won't need to do anything, but having you there as a witness or to raise an objection would be enough to set my mind at ease.  You know, pretend you're my boyfriend, which you kind of are."

Another shock.  "You consider me your boyfriend?"

"Well, yeah, in a way.  I know most people think that a boyfriend is a guy that has exclusive rights, and that's why I don't want one.  Also, boyfriends expect benefits.  Other than the rights and benefits, which no one has, you are everything else to me that I want in a boyfriend."

I really didn't know what else she did when she wasn't with me.  For all I knew, she had a dozen boys like me hoping to be her lover.  She could go out every night of the week with someone different, and I'd never know.  Did she tell them all the same story?  Were they all her boyfriends?  I really didn't care; I just liked the fact that she considered me one.

"That's nice to know," I said.  "I guess I always wondered how you felt about me."

She looked pensive for a moment and then said, "Okay, I know I look like I'm with a lot of guys, and I am, but you are my best guy friend.  If any of them went away, I would not care, but if you went away, I would be really hurt."

I'm sure she saw the smile on my face.  I really felt honored.  "Although I don't have the female interest to correspond to your guys, I would feel the same way if you went away from me."

"So, you'll do it?"

"Of course," I said.  My heart was absolutely pounding in my chest, and I wondered if she could hear it or feel it in my hand.

For the next hour, Andrea excitedly told me how she had found this "company" of young people who worked for a magazine in Germany.  They were all Americans, but the company in Germany paid them very handsomely for series of pictures of teenagers in America.  Even though she'd get paid almost $5,000 for the photo shoot, she was more excited about doing it than the money.

"Can you believe it?" she exuded.  "I'm going to be completely naked in front of a bunch of people I've never met!  They've assured me that I would be safe and no one would touch me inappropriately, but I can't help but wonder.  God, that's going to be so exciting."

She was so excited that I don't think she heard a word I said, so I really didn't say much except to encourage her feelings.  It seemed odd that there was no indication on her part that she considered being naked in front of me, her friend, or what I'd think.  I was curious if she was finding this sexually exciting or just exciting, so I made a few comments to see.

"Won't you be embarrassed being all naked and everything?" I asked.

"Not at all," she answered quickly.

"Won't you feel vulnerable or anything?"

"That's why you're there; to keep me safe," she said with a grin.

"Is it going to bother you if some of the guys get aroused?" I asked.

"Ooh, no way," she cooed.  "Actually, I hope they do.  That's such a turn on."

"So you think you might get turned on by this?" I asked, getting to the meat of the issue.

"Hey, I'm turned on right now just thinking about it," she admitted.  "I'm going to need to masturbate tonight a couple of times just to calm down enough to be professional."

"Would you like help with that?" I asked, knowing I was stepping over the line a little.

"No, thanks," she said as normal as if I'd offered to carry her books for her, "but thanks for offering."

Then she went off on describing some of the poses she thought they might want.  I was glad that I hadn't ruined everything by making that slight overture, and I was surprised that she actually thought it was nice of me to offer.  I wondered what she considered as being hit on, since she didn't act like I had just hit on her.

Most of the poses she figured they'd want were nice, "appropriate" pictures, like the ones Playboy used to have in their magazine.  She was curious if they'd want to show her pubic hair, and she said she figured they wouldn't since that would kind of cross a line for someone her age.

"I'll make sure to be clean and nicely trimmed, just in case," she said.

Just picturing her trimming herself was masturbation material for me for that night, but I wasn't about to admit that to her.

It turned out that the photo shoot was going to take place the next day, Saturday, at 8:30am.  I was to meet her in town, and we would be given a ride to the studio.  I committed to being there early; I wasn't about to be late for something like this.

I arrived at the appointed spot at 8 o'clock.  I was nervous and excited at the same time.  Andrea showed up about ten minutes later.  As usual, she was dressed to expose as much as possible without being illegal.  She looked hot, and my mind started picturing her naked.  She had a wide-weave, white bolero sweater on that barely covered her breasts.  Underneath, she was wearing a bright, multicolored bikini.  Below her waist she had a very micro skirt that couldn't be any shorter without exposing something.  On her feet were high-platform shoes that made her a good three inches taller than her normal five-foot-four height.

"I'm kind of nervous," Andrea said to me as she gave me a hug.

This was the first time she had hugged me, and I was taken a bit off guard.  Those breasts of hers were pretty impressive and mostly exposed by the small bikini top and the sweater.  My hormones were already acting up just by viewing her, and pressing her breasts against me was that much more of a tease.  I just hoped she didn't feel my erection while I was feeling her breasts pressed against my chest.  She didn't react, so I figured I got away with it.

"By the way,” she said, "don't be embarrassed if you get aroused.  I'd be dis­ap­pointed if you didn't.”

Well, that surprised me.  I didn't know what to say.  I kind of mumbled, "Okay.”

"I just want you to enjoy this with me,” she added, "and I know how modest you are.”

"What makes you think I'm all that modest?”

"Oh, the way you acted after that movie,” she pointed out.

I hesitated, trying to think what to say before I said, "Well, I didn't want you to get the wrong idea.”

"Like what?  That you are a boy, that you aren't driven by hormones, that you like girls?”

"Uh, no,” was all I got out before the limo arrived.

It was about 8:15 when the car drove up.  This old guy with gray hair was driving, and some girl, who I guessed was his daughter, was in the passenger seat.  Andrea opened the back door, and we both jumped in.  I felt like we were in some spy movie as nothing was said.

"Is this the guy?" the girl finally said after about ten minutes of driving.

"Yeah," was all Andrea said.

Now I was feeling suspicious.  I was real nervous.  Were they going to take me somewhere and chop me up in a wood chipper?  Maybe these were kidnappers, and they were going to ransom me to my parents.  Boy, were they in for a surprise.  My parents weren't rich by any means, and I wondered if they would even offer anything to get me back.  I had to laugh at myself for that.  I guess I think funny things when I'm nervous.

When we got to our destination, it didn't relieve any of my fears.  It was an old warehouse out in the middle of nowhere with a single door.  It was right out of a CSI episode where the dead bodies are found.

To my surprise, Andrea took my hand as we walked in, again something she'd never done before.  That helped a lot, and I started to relax.

Inside was huge.  It was one big room, and there were sections where light umbrellas and sheets indicated a set for photographers.  Apparently, multiple photo shoots could be going on at the same time, and there must have been a couple dozen people milling around.  It certainly didn't look like there were places to dress or undress, and it wasn't like Andrea was going to be given even an ounce of privacy while her pictures were being taken.  Everyone and anyone in the room would be able to see her during the shoot.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" I asked her.

"Absolutely," she said with a far-off tone.  "This is even more exciting than I expected."

"Everyone in the place is going to be able to see you," I pointed out.

A grin went across her face, and she said, "I know."

We had to stand around for a couple of minutes before the photographer assigned to Andrea appeared.  He was probably in his 30s and looked kind of sleazy.

"Okay, so which one of you is the model?" he asked coldly.

What kind of stupid question is that?

"I am!" Andrea said excitedly.

I found it odd that she was so excited.  I had the impression that the photographers would be our age, and they were working for some European magazine.  This guy looked like a typical sleaze-bag photographer.  The only thing that made me feel somewhat safe was the whole scene looked like a photo-mill, if there is any such thing.  Lots of models, lots of photographers and not much else.

To add to my sense of our photographer, he scanned Andrea from head to toe and gave a sly smile.

"Okay, toots, my name is Bob.  Strip and go over there and show me some moves," he said.

I really expected Andrea to ask him where she should disrobe, but she didn't.  I don't think she cared.  She just handed me her handbag and leaned on me while she slipped off her high-heeled shoes.  I realized she had a pretty big handbag, and her plan was to put her clothes in it.  Considering how little she was wearing, her clothes wouldn't come close to filling the handbag.

"You might want to put those back on for the shoot,” the photographer said, referring to her shoes.

She set the shoes down on the concrete floor between us instead of putting them in the handbag.

Without so much as a hint of hesitation, she unbuttoned her bolero sweater, folded it and put it in the handbag.  I was in awe of her now dressed in just her bikini.  I wondered if she wore that on a public beach or pool.  She was already so close to naked, there was little left to the imagination.  The tiny triangles that covered her nipples had clear protrusions where her erect nipples were, and her large breasts were otherwise naked.

Then she unbuttoned her tiny skirt and quickly unzipped it.  Holding one end of it, she pulled it away from her body.  I was shocked.  My heart was pounding so hard in my chest, I thought it was going to explode.  Andrea wasn't wearing panties, and she didn't have a hint of pubic hair.  My mind quickly went to our drive over here, and I realized her bare pussy was probably clearly exposed to the driver's rear-view mirror.

She saw my look of shock and said, "I decided to just shave it all off rather than trim it," like that was what shocked me.

She tossed her folded skirt into the handbag and untied the knot in her bikini top.  Then she untied the tie behind her neck and pulled it away from her breasts.  She showed absolutely no indication of modesty as she tossed it in the handbag.

Andrea's breasts were breathtaking.  They looked larger than I had imagined.  Considering her very slender waist and flat stomach and abdomen, she looked overly endowed.  They were beautifully shaped with no sag, and she had dark brown areolas and stiff little nipples.

She stepped back from me and asked, "Is it as good as you imagined?"  She held her arms out to her sides so they didn't get in my line of sight.

I know my mouth dropped open, and my eyes must have bugged out of my head.  The smile that grew on her face said it all.  I was unable to speak, but she didn't care.  Andrea just looked at my crotch and said, "Thanks."

Once again I was totally embarrassed.  I could only guess that my arousal was clearly evident.

She put her hands under her magnificent breasts, lifted them slightly, then slid her hands up to pinch her extremely stiff nipples.  "I can't believe how sensitive these are,” she said to me.  "This is just so exciting.”

The most beautiful girl I have ever known pranced over to the sheet and waited for the photographer to indicate he was ready.  She was amazing looking.  Her dark tan looked beautiful, showing tan lines only where her minimal thong bottoms had protected her skin from the sun.  I wondered where she sunbathed with no top and wished she'd invited me.  On second thought, that would be too much tension.

She started going through a variety of poses for the photographer.  She was amazingly sexy.  Her long, slender legs were enhanced by the platform high-heeled shoes she was wearing, and with all her pubic hair gone, she looked even more naked.  It wasn't long before photographers from all over the building wandered over and took shots of their own.  Apparently there were no restrictions on who could take pictures, and there were so many by the end of the first hour that I had trouble seeing her through the crowd.

"Give me a full spread, sweetheart" I heard one of the photographers say.

Was he serious?  Would she do it?  I actually had to squeeze my way through all the guys that had crowded around her.  I had to see if she did.

I watched her roll into a sitting position, facing the main photographer, give him a beautiful smile, and spread her legs out wide.  She was leaving nothing to the imagination, and she was loving every second of it.

Then she reached between her legs with her long, slender fingers, and spread her bald lips apart, showing us all the pink, wet insides.  As if that wasn't enough, she then used her index finger to roll her clearly stiff clit around until her vagina pulsed and a small blob of white cream escaped.

"Excellent!” Bob said.  "I might be able to give you another grand for that.”

The other photographers were equally pleased, and they nodded and complimented her.

"Okay, time for a break," Bob said.  "You can go over to that table over there and help yourself."

I waited for the others to disperse and held Andrea's handbag out to her so she could get dressed.

"That's okay," she said, brushing off her handbag.  "Everyone's seen me, so there's no point in getting dressed."

Taking my hand, she pulled me over to the table that the photographer had pointed out.  It was covered with all kinds of finger food.  Sandwiches cut into quarters, cut vegetables, doughnut holes, little wieners, all kinds of stuff.

As we filled a plate with things we wanted, Andrea asked, "So, what do you think?”

"Looks like a pretty nice layout,” I said, referring to the table of goodies.

"I mean my modeling?” she said with a sigh.

Of course I knew what she meant.  "Andrea, you are hot.  Your poses were hot.  You had every photographer in the place over there wanting your picture.”

"God, that had me so excited,” she gushed.  "I couldn't believe how turned on I was.”

"I don't think you were the only one turned on,” I mumbled as we made our way to a couple of chairs.

"Do you think the guys taking pictures were turned on?" she asked, picking up some carrot sticks.

"I was kind of stuck behind everyone," I admitted.  "Besides, it's not something a guy tries to find out.  We don't check the crotches of other guys."

As I moved a couple of chairs so they faced each other (there were no tables), Andrea said, "Well, I know you were turned on, but I have to admit, I didn't notice if any of the other guys were.”

I don't know why, but that embarrassed me.  I didn't know if she was complimented or turned off, so I said, "I'm sorry.”

"Don't be,” she said as she took a bite of her little sandwich.  "I told you that I wanted you to enjoy this, and just so you know, it turned me on seeing that you were.  It looks like you're pretty well hung, and there's nothing like seeing a big hard-on to get my motor running.”

Now that embarrassed me, too.  Was she really checking me out that closely?  And why was she only interested in my arousal?

"Uh, I don't know that I'm all that big,” I said apologetically.

She just shrugged and continued eating.

My erection never drooped.  I was looking at Andrea acting casual while eating, dressed in absolutely nothing but her high-heeled shoes.  Her body was exquisite.  She sat with her legs crossed, and I was fascinated with how her stomach curled each time she leaned forward to take a bite.  Her skin looked so soft and smooth.  Her breasts swayed gently as she bent down to get her Coke can off the floor or turned to see what was going on around her.  I wondered if she was aroused.  Her nipples were hard, but they had been ever since she removed her top.

"Did you think I went over the top?” she asked after a while.

"What do you mean?”

"You know, when I climaxed,” she explained.  "I was so turned on, it just happened.  When that guy wanted me to spread, my clit was so sensitive, I couldn't help myself.  As soon as I touched it, I lost all control.”

"It seemed like the photographers liked it,” I said.

"Did you like it?" she pressed.

"It was extremely sexy," I said, knowing that's what she wanted to hear.  The truth of the matter was I almost came in my pants watching her.

"I think I could cum again right now,” she admitted in a whisper, "but if you think I should wait, I'll hold off until the second set.  Do you think I should do it now or wait?”

"Bob said he might be able to get you another grand for the first one,” I said.  "Maybe he can get you even more if you can do it during the second set.  You might want to ask.”

Andrea looked at me with a quizzical face.  I wondered what she was thinking.

Finally she said, "I don't care about the money.  I want to know what you think I should do.”

"Why?” I asked in surprise.

She looked at me with an exasperated look.  "As exciting as it is to get photographed by all these strangers, what really turns me on is seeing your reaction while all these guys are taking pictures.”

Now that seemed weird.  She didn't want me to show any sexual interest in her, but she got worked up having me watch her model in the nude.  I was starting to feel used.  She got off on teasing me.  She was never going to put out to me.  She just wanted me to get aroused for her pleasure.

I was trying to figure out what to do.  Should I be angry and stomp off?  I was really enjoying watching her model naked.  No other guy at school, as far as I knew, had ever seen her naked except me.  I had to be special to her after what she told me and considering she was completely at ease with me.  Was I like a girlfriend to her or a eunuch?  Whatever, I felt privileged that I could describe every mole, every wrinkle, every inch of her body.  Maybe I should take advantage of the situation.  If I had a few pictures of her, I could blackmail her, but I really liked her and enjoyed her company, so I knew I'd never follow through on it.

In a moment of weakness, I asked her, "Would you mind if I took a couple of pictures of you with my phone?”

"As long as you promise not to show anyone,” she said as she leaned back in her chair and let her hands drop to her sides.

I didn't promise, but I knew inside that I wouldn't break her trust.  I raised my phone and snapped a few shots of her sitting in front of me.  To my surprise, she spread her legs and let me photograph everything.  She even used her fingers to spread her lips and touch her clit, but then we got interrupted.

"Save it for later,” Bob said as he approached us.

Andrea slammed her legs together and sat up.  I sat down and put my phone away.

"You were fantastic,” Bob said to Andrea.  "Now I'd like to get a few couples photos.  Would you be okay with being photographed with another person?”

"Sure!” she exclaimed.

"What orientation are you?”

"What do you mean?” she said, looking quizzically.

"Do you prefer boys or girls?”

"Oh, I prefer boys for sure!” she said, looking at me with a smile.

Bob looked around the room and then at Andrea.  "There aren't any male models here today.”  Then he looked at me and said, "How about you?  Would you mind modeling with her?”

"Oh, yeah, Dan.  That would be so cool!” Andrea gushed to encourage me.

"Uh, what do I have to do?” I asked, wondering if they'd expect me to be naked, too.

"Great!  Come on over to the set.”

Bob led us over to a corner where girls were applying makeup to some other models.  The models were all pretty, but none of them even came close to being as beautiful as Andrea.  All the girls were dressed in robes or bikinis except Andrea, who remained naked.

When it was our turn, one girl applied some powder to my face while another girl powdered all of Andrea's body.  It only took a couple of minutes, and we were directed to the sheet where Andrea had been photographed earlier.

I was kind of uncomfortable because I didn't know what was expected of me.  I was quite sure I didn't want to get naked in front of all these strangers because I was sure I'd be aroused, and I wondered how sexy our poses would be.

"Okay, toots, stand over here,” Bob directed Andrea.  "Kid, you stand behind her.”

It surprised me, but they didn't want me to remove any of my clothes.  Bob had me stand behind her and wrap my arms around her slender waist while he and a few of the other photographers snapped some shots.

He put us in a number of poses like that.  One pose had me with my hand flat on her stomach covering her bellybutton.  Another had my hand under one of her breasts as if I was lifting it.  Then I had one arm holding her close around her waist while the other hand was flat on her hip.

Feeling her warm body against mine was amazing.  I felt euphoric.  Her skin was as soft as it had appeared, but it emitted a warmth that seemed to radiate through my whole body.  I loved how slender she was and how I could wrap one arm all the way around her waist.  My erection was so hard, there was no way I could avoid pressing it against her firm butt cheeks.  I know she could feel it because at one point she reached behind her and pulled my hips tight against her, pressing my cock even harder into her butt while she wiggled.

I was very careful not to be too intimate with Andrea only because of our relationship, but Bob and the other photographers encouraged me to extend my boundaries.  Andrea didn't do anything to discourage me, so I tentatively pressed on as directed.

It started with massaging one of her breasts.  I expected Andrea's body to stiffen, but she actually melted in my arms.  When I pinched her nipple, she turned her head and moaned into my neck.  This encouraged me to repeat my teasing on her other breast, and Bob said to "keep it up."  I presume he wanted me to keep doing things to her body.

Little by little, the photographers directed me to be more and more intimate until Bob actually told me to massage her pussy.  He was kind of crude about it.

"Okay, kid, finger her pussy," he said.

I hesitated, but then Andrea whispered in my ear, "Oh, yes, Dan.  Do it!  Make me cum while they take pictures.”

I couldn't believe it.  She was actually encouraging me to bring her to orgasm in front of all these strangers.  There was a sense of fear that hit me.  I had never touched a girl "down there” before, and I wasn't sure what I was doing.  All I knew were the things I'd read and what I'd watched her do to herself before lunch, and I didn't want to screw this up.

With her back pressed against my chest, Andrea raised her arms over our heads and locked her hands behind my head.  She nuzzled her nose into my neck and kissed me.

"I'm ready when you are, Dan," she whispered in my ear.

I had one arm wrapped around her slender waist to hold her close.  Slowly, I slid my other hand down her belly and abdomen until it covered her pussy.  I couldn't see what I was doing, so it was all through touch.  Slipping my fingers over her bald lips, I was amazed at how wet she was.  I had read about women getting wet, but I always thought it was on their insides, not all over their outer lips.  The lubrication was extremely slippery, and my fingers slid between her lips easily.  Andrea immediately groaned, and her legs relaxed.  She couldn't have weighed much more than 110 pounds, and the fact that my arm could reach completely around her gave me plenty of leverage to hold her up.  I had to hold her tighter as my middle finger slid into her hole.  Even more liquid was there, and I was able to stick three fingers in her, though I could feel it was tight.  Slipping in and out caused a sloshing sound, and Andrea moaned loud enough that everyone could hear her.

I moved my focus up her slit and touched her clit.  As slick as my fingers were, I found her love button easily, and I gently rolled the nub around.

That was all it took.  Andrea was obviously close already, and my fumbling didn't matter to her.  Her legs spread open in front of her as she let out a loud moan and jerked her hips forward.  I tried to do what I saw her doing when she masturbated in front of the photographers, and I can only imagine it was the right thing.  The flash of all the cameras was almost blinding as they captured her orgasm.  I felt her jerk and twist in my arms for what seemed like five minutes as she climaxed uncontrollably.  Comparing her reaction this time to her first climax, this one lasted considerably longer.  I hoped that meant she liked it.

When Andrea was finally able to stand on her own again, Bob asked me to remove my shirt.  We were then asked to face each other in an embrace.

Andrea took advantage of my shirtless state and started rubbing her breasts all over my chest, arms and back as we went through the next series of poses.  I couldn't believe the sensations that were going through my body as I felt her hot, silky flesh rub against mine, not to mention her stiff nipples.  Flashes were going off everywhere as she ran her hands over my bare skin.  Throughout the session, Bob encouraged her, never telling her what to do, just complimenting her ability to look sexy and tease me for the cameras.  This only made her get even more sexy with me.

During a set of poses where she was behind me and her arms were wrapped around my body, she surprised me again.  She was running her hands over my chest and stomach with the photographers in front of me, and she let one hand drop down below my belt and slide over my crotch.  My arms were down at my sides, and I was feeling her sexy hips with my hands.  When she felt my hard cock through my jeans, she paused and squeezed the bulge.  I was too shocked and nervous to climax, and the flashes and compliments from the photographers helped to distract me.  It was over in a few seconds, but it left my heart pounding so hard I thought it would burst from my chest.

The next thing I knew, Andrea was unbuckling my belt.  I didn't stop her, and Bob even congratulated her for being proactive.  She worked my jeans down and had to remove my shoes and socks before pulling them off my legs.  For some reason, I wasn't concerned.

Before standing up, Andrea turned me around to face her.  She then grabbed me by my butt cheeks and pulled my jockey-covered crotch into her face.  She nuzzled my rigid cock and balls through the white cotton material, and I thought I was going to blow.  Pre-cum leaked out of my cock and created a stain at the end of my erection.  I was so close to climax, I was afraid of embarrassing myself.  Andrea didn't help matters.  She saw the stain expand at the tip of my erection and used her index finger to draw circles on the head of my cock, spreading the sticky goo to make the stain bigger.

"Okay, you two,” Bob suddenly announced, "let's take a short break.  I think you need one before we continue on.”

I was so turned on at this point, I didn't know what to do.  I couldn't very well masturbate.  It would be obvious if I was suddenly soft.  Besides, Andrea was really getting off on my erection, and I liked how she teased it.  I wanted so much to expose it completely to her, but the audience of photographers made me a little uncomfortable.

Bob took Andrea aside and whispered something to her.  The two of them walked away talking back and forth to each other.  I felt a little left out and a bit concerned what he was telling her.  My suspicions told me they didn't approve of what she was doing with me, and they were going to leave me hanging.  I didn't know what to do, and I imagined I looked rather stupid standing there by myself with a hard-on bulging in my briefs.

"Hi, my name is Steve,” one of the other photographers said, distracting me from watching the perfect naked form walking away from me.  "Bob and I would like the two of you to try something.  Would you be at all adverse to going completely nude?  I mean, by law we can't show your hard-on in our pictures; not uncovered, anyway.  We keep trying to push the envelope, and that's how we found out that it's okay to show the fact that you are erect as long as it's covered, like the bulge we've seen in your jeans and briefs.  It's all pretty stupid, if you ask me, but I don't make the rules.  You two seem to work really well together.  You're both very photogenic and exhibit a great deal of eroticism.  Most male models have trouble getting it up in front of a camera, so we get really excited when we see a guy that shows potential.

"Anyway, we have another idea that will push the envelope some, and we want you two to try it.  Bob is explaining to your friend what he wants her to do, and I'm supposed to prepare you.  Are you up to trying something really erotic with your girl?”

"Well, she's not really my girl , and I'm not sure how she'd feel about me being naked,” I said.  "This was her idea, and she just asked me to escort her.  We've never been intimate.  This photo shoot was supposed to be about her, not me.”

"Really?” Steve exclaimed.  "By the way you two are acting together, I'd have thought you were in love with each other.”

"Right now, the love is one way," I informed him.  "It's not my idea, but she wants it that way."

"That's not what she told Katie," he said.

"Who's Katie?"

"She's the receptionist," he explained.  "You should have met her in the car that brought you here.  According to her, your girlfriend identified you as her lover."

"Funny, because we've never done..."

Steve seemed to ignore what I was saying and looked over at Bob.  It looked like Bob had convinced Andrea to perform whatever they had in mind.  As turned on as I was from the little I'd done during the previous shoot, being naked made me a little nervous.

"It looks like she's up to it,” Steve said to me.  "Now, all you have to do is be yourself and have fun.  It's up to her to take us where we want to go."

At this point, I didn't care.  My hormones were burning so strong, I would do anything.  I just had to have an orgasm, but I knew I'd have to hold out at least until the photo shoot was over.

"Okay.  If she's okay with it, I'll do whatever you need,” I said.  "I have to admit, though, I'm not sure how long I can control myself.”

"We figured that,” Steve said.  "That's actually what we're counting on.  Just go with the flow, and we'll submit it to the magazine and see how it flies.  If they accept it, we can give you $5,000 as well.  Okay?”

I know my eyes lit up.  While Andrea was more interested in just being photographed, the money definitely interested me.  On the other hand, doing this with Andrea was a benefit that I was not going to pass up.

"Great!” Steve said with a big smile when I nodded my agreement.  "We'll need you to take off your shorts, but you can't expose yourself to any of us.  Just having you naked in the room can get us all arrested for child pornography.  Although I know most of the photographers, there are a few I've never seen before.  They could be plants from the FBI or something.”

I looked at him hesitantly.  He wanted me to go all nude, but I couldn't expose myself.  What did he have in mind?

"How do you want me to do this?” I asked, holding my thumbs in the waistband of my briefs.

Steve waved at one of the makeup girls, and she brought over a small white napkin/handkerchief.  It was about the size of a small rectangular wash cloth, and it was made of this thin silky material.

"Here, use this to cover yourself in front.  Just make sure your penis is never exposed,” Steve said.  "I don't think you have to worry about your testicles, just hide your erection."

"What about Andrea?  Is it okay for her to be completely exposed?” I asked, thinking that they didn't seem concerned that she was naked.

"The laws are strange,” he said.  "It's okay for teen girls to be naked, be aroused, have climaxes, whatever, as long as they are not being forced.  There are no rules at all as long as there are no guys to be aggressive with her.  That's why there are so many pictures of young girls naked, even with other girls, but rarely young girls with guys.

"Guys, on the other hand, are not allowed to be shown completely naked while aroused.  They can be naked, show full frontal nudity like girls, but they can't have a hard-on.  They are not allowed to touch themselves, especially when they're erect, and they certainly can't have an orgasm.  This photo series is going to challenge a few taboos, one of which is having a boy and girl together while he clearly has an erection.”

"Huh?” was all I got out before Andrea was again at my side.

Steve told me to just turn my back, drop my shorts, and be sure to cover myself with the napkin before turning back around.  It was very important that the napkin always be between the photographers and my erection.

It was an exercise to get my shorts off, kick them off the set, all while ensuring I was covered in front by that tiny napkin which was barely big enough to hide my erect cock.  Andrea stood beside me as I turned to face the photographers.  I had to hold the napkin against my pubic hair, just above the root of my cock, and the silky material draped over the shaft and head.  There was no doubt that I was naked and sporting a full erection, but my cock was covered.

"Wow, that looks bigger than I thought it would," Andrea said as she openly stared down at my cock.  "It's too bad they have all those restrictions on guys.  Posing with you would be a whole lot more fun if that stupid piece of cloth wasn't there."

Her interest in my hard-on was not helping.  I couldn't help thinking that she could have seen it any time she wanted, but it was like this photo shoot gave her permission to express her sexuality.  She was obviously not modest, based on the sexy clothes she always wore, but she never wanted to do anything sexual with guys; until now, and I was the lucky guy.

We were told to get into a few poses.  Each pose was meant to show her body and my state of arousal without going too far.  They made sure that neither of us ever touched my cock, though there were some poses that got awfully close.  When facing each other, we'd have to bend our hips away or turn our hips to the side to keep my cock from touching her.

For the first few poses, at least one of my hands had to hold the napkin in place.  That meant I wasn't able to embrace Andrea or do much more than tweak her nipple with my free hand.

Then Steve suggested that Andrea hold the napkin for a few shots.  "Be sure that you don't touch his cock, though," he warned Andrea.

Having her hold the stupid little napkin was extremely arousing.  Not only was it a turn-on to have her press her fingers into my pubic bone just above the root of my cock, but she wasn't as careful about sliding the silky material over my cock as I was.  The feel of the soft cloth slipping over the head of my cock was extremely stimulating, and Andrea managed to drive me crazy as the cloth slid this way and that.  I couldn't be sure, but I thought she might be doing it on purpose.

The poses included me pulling her head in to mine and kissing her while keeping our hips pulled away from each other; her standing behind me with both arms around my hips holding the napkin; us standing side by side, my arm around her back and her hand holding the napkin to my pubes, and finally one pressing my cock up against my abdomen with the napkin just barely draped over the head.  This last pose was a bit more difficult because it required her to have her hand under my cock at the root, just above my balls, holding the napkin against me while the napkin was draped over the head, held in place simply by the pressure she exerted at the root, trapping the napkin between my cock head and my abdomen.

"That may not fly well with the censors," Steve said.  "It looks like she's touching his manhood, and we know that's forbidden."

Bob didn't agree.  "Her hand is against his scrotum, not his cock," he argued, "and besides, the towel is separating her from him."

The whole argument was ridiculous in my mind.  Come on!  We all know she had to have her fingers pressed on my cock to keep it pointing straight up.

For whatever reason, Bob suddenly had an idea.  "Dear," Bob said to Andrea, "how about you just drape the towel over his cock.  That way you can both free your hands for some shots."  I thought it was funny that he called it a towel, considering the material and size.

Being as hard as I was, it was easy to drape the napkin over my cock.  The trick was centering it so it didn't slide off to either side.  The napkin was square and just barely long enough to cover the length of my cock, so if one end was at the root of my cock, the other would just barely drape over the head, but this apparently was sufficient.

A few poses were suggested.  It became clear that we had to be very careful to keep the napkin from slipping off, and we still had the problem of posing without either of us touching my cock in any way.  It was quite frustrating for me as I wanted a climax like I've never wanted one before, and having the most beautiful girl in all creation so attentive to and excited by my erection kept me right on the edge of a spontaneous ejaculation.

It was after a half dozen poses that Steve suggested Andrea lie on the floor with her feet toward the photographers.  She was to bend her knees so her heels were just below her butt.

"Give us a nice spread, honey," he said, directing Andrea to fully expose her pussy to the cameras.

"Sonny, I want you to stand over her head," Steve said to me.  "That's the way.  Go ahead, put your feet right up against her shoulders.  Okay, now squat down."

Even as I was moving into place, I could hear the snap of cameras around me.

One in the position they wanted, with the napkin draped over my cock, everything would be exposed to Andrea looking up but not the cameras.  My balls were pulled tight against my groin, otherwise they would be dangling in her face.  I looked down at her to see what her reaction would be, and she looked up at my cock with a wide grin.

"Oh, God, this is sexy," she said, looking up under the napkin.  "You look so hard, and I can't even imagine that big ol' thing being inside me, but it turns me on to think about it."

I could feel another bubble of pre-cum pulse out of my cock head, and I presumed it was soaked up by the little napkin drooping over the tip.

"Okay, sweetheart," Bob said to Andrea, "now play with yourself like you did before lunch."

Steve commented, "Yeah, we want to give the viewers the impression you are getting yourself off looking at your boyfriend's hard-on."

"Oh, no problem," she giggled.  Then to me, she said, "With this view, I'm going to cum in less than a minute."

And so she did.  I looked out over her naked body, and I almost came myself.  She diddled her pussy, which was obscured because of my position above her head, but I could definitely tell what she was doing.  Pre-cum was flowing so heavily that it dripped from my cock onto her neck, but she didn't seem to notice.  She came like a freight train, grunting and clenching her body as she went through it.  I presumed she gave the cameras another shot of her girl juice bubbling out of her pussy.

When her senses had returned, she carefully reached up with one hand and, using the edges of the napkin, pulled my cock down.  She had pinched the napkin between her fingers, and she scrunched down so she could give the tip a kiss.  The flash bulbs went off a dozen times as her tongue slipped out of her mouth and wrapped over the napkin-covered head of my hard-on.

"Okay, that's enough!" Bob exclaimed after everyone got their shot.  He was pretending like he was trying to keep things on the up-and-up, but I knew he could have said something earlier.

Now Bob wanted me to lie down on the floor.  He reminded me to keep the small napkin over my genitals.  For whatever reason, the photographers were not to see my exposed erection even if I wasn't being photographed, and the gyrations we went through were ridiculous.

The little silk napkin was so small that I had trouble covering myself completely when lying down.  Either a little of my cock-head peeked out or a bit of my shaft was exposed, but I couldn't cover everything when my cock was lying on my abdomen.  Even turning the square material so one of the corners went over my cock head left too much exposed on the sides.  I chose to hide the head of my erection as it lay flat on my abdomen and let an inch of the base of my shaft to be seen.  Since no one said anything and the cameras just snapped picture after picture, I guessed that was acceptable.

Andrea was told to straddle my waist and sit down on my chest facing my feet.

"Am I too heavy?” she asked, looking over her shoulder at me.

"Not at all,” I answered, feeling the moisture between her legs on my sternum.  Was she still aroused, or was this remains from her previous orgasm?  Either way, it was pretty erotic for me.

Just then, Bob was standing just off to my right.  He was by himself as all the other photographers were below my feet.  He had purposely maneuvered himself there so he could talk to the two of us.

"Okay, Sweetheart, like we discussed," he said.  "Young man, we're really pushing the envelope here.  As far as the censors are concerned, this next set is faked, and that's how we're going to present it.  It will be up to them to prove it wasn't."

I really didn't know what he was talking about until Andrea started going through whatever they had discussed.

Looking up at the crowd of photographers, Andrea then carefully lifted my cock off my abdomen, making sure the silk napkin remained draped over it.  I was surprised she was allowed to touch it, but no one said anything, and I figured this was "pushing the envelope."  Considering the little napkin barely covered the length of my cock, when she adjusted it to drape over the head, I knew a good two or three inches of my shaft was exposed at the root.  Andrea must have been prepped for this as she immediately wrapped one hand around the exposed base to hide it from the cameras.  What shocked me was when she gently started stroking me over the tiny napkin with her other hand.

"You know, Dan,” she said to me quietly without taking her eyes off my cock, "I have been avoiding any sexual contact with you ever since we met.  It wasn't until we went to that movie that I realized what a turn on it was to get you aroused.  Feeling your big old erection that day had me so turned on that I just had to see it.  That's why I wanted you to get out of the theater as quickly as possible.  I wanted to see how big it was in the light before it went away.”

"I'm sure there are plenty of guys who are bigger,” I reminded her, wondering how she'd never seen one of her entourage on a date.

" I don't know,” she said as she teased my glans through the silky material with her finger nail.  "I won't go out with a guy that I think will expect something, so I don't go on many dates.  I might go to the library, have a soda or something safe with a guy, but you're the only one that I would trust on a date.”

That was insightful.  I had never considered "dating” Andrea, but here she was implying she would say yes if I asked.  I guess she considered our movie trip to be a date.  Does that mean she might do more with me?

"I'm glad you agreed to pose with me,” Andrea continued as she teased my cock and balls for the photographers.  "You've got a really nice looking cock, and it really excites me to see it hard.”

I thought it strange that she was allowed to cup, massage and play with my bare testicles right there in front of the camera, but my erection was a definite no-no.  As fascinated with my cock as she was, she gave my balls a lot of attention.

As I got closer and closer to orgasm, Andrea did various things for the camera.  I could tell that she wanted to make sure the photographers could see her body, and she had to adjust herself a few times to give them shots of her pussy on my chest.  When she moved, I could feel the cool air across the slime she left behind, and it reminded me that she was probably really aroused.

At all times, she kept one hand wrapped around the base of my shaft.  I figured this was to "fool" the censors into thinking she was holding something other than my cock.  Of course we all knew that wasn't true, and I knew that if she continued, I would pop.

When I was right on the edge of exploding, I let out a groan.  She got the message and quickly pulled the silky white patch of material down tight over my cock, making sure the cameras had no doubt what it was covering.  She squeezed her fist around the shaft, holding the napkin down and tight, and it made the glans stand out clearly through the thin material.  Using the end of her index finger tipped with a long nail, she outlined my cock head and teased the urethra opening which was pretty obvious because my pre-cum had moistened the silky material enough to make it rather transparent on the tip.

At that point, a bubble of pre-cum burped out of the tip and stained the tiny white napkin even more.  Andrea giggled and bent my cock down toward our audience so that all the photographers could see what had happened.  I could tell that the pre-cum had soaked through the napkin because Andrea used the end of her finger to wipe it all over the silky cloth where it covered my glans.

After the cameras stopped clicking, Andrea looked over her shoulder and said in a whisper, "Are you ready, Dan?”

"For what?” I asked.

She just grinned at me and proceeded to stroke me vigorously.  She held the base of my shaft with one hand and pumped over the silky napkin with the other.  I didn't last long, maybe five seconds.

Just as I reached the point of no return, Andrea pulled her stroking hand away, keeping hold of the root so my cock stood up straight.  She sat up straight and spread her legs again for the camera.  I thought my balls were going to explode as the first shot of cum spewed out.  She kept the small cloth tight so it covered my cock, but I was sure the photographers could see that I was cumming.  Andrea just sat there and watched as I jerked out a good seven or eight shots of sperm with no further stroking or encouragement from Andrea.  It felt like it was more cum than I'd ever expelled before, but it was somewhat of a ruined orgasm because she stopped stroking me.  The entire time, Andrea watched and posed for the cameras, leaving me mostly dissatisfied by not jerking my cock through my climax.

"Okay, that's a wrap!” Bob announced, and the photographers slowly dispersed.

Andrea got off my chest and stepped to my side, letting my sperm-covered cock splat against my abdomen.  "Well, that was really sexy,” she said, looking down at my deflating cock still covered with the small napkin.  "I can't believe you spermed with such force that it shot right through the cloth."

I started to get up, but Bob came over to me and said, "Be sure to keep yourself covered.  I don't want to get arrested for child porn or anything.”  Then he added, "That was amazing."  Turning to Andrea, "You did an outstanding job; even better than I expected."

I looked down at the tiny cloth covering, and I was in shock.  The thin material had become completely transparent, and I could see my cock quite clearly through it.  The napkin was still tightly wrapped over the head and was now practically glued to the shrinking shaft.  Globs of white sperm were evident all over, and even my veins and arteries showed through clearly.

I didn't really have to, but I held the little cloth against my cock as I stood up.  I was still pretty hard, but my cock now hung down in front of me.  Bob directed me over to the restroom where he told me I could clean up.  It was the only restroom in the entire warehouse, and it was unmarked, so it seemed anybody could come and go regardless of gender.

Inside, there were three sinks on one side and three commodes on the other.  The sinks were surprisingly low on the wall, reaching about the middle of my thigh.  I wondered if the place was once a grammar school.  Mirrors on the walls above the sinks went from the top of the sink to the ceiling.  There were no partitions between the commodes, and rolls of toilet paper were against the far wall.  Apparently, if one needed toilet paper, they were to grab a roll before sitting down.  I wondered if people would sit next to each other while taking a dump.  Then I pictured guys sitting next to some of the female models, each doing whatever beside each other.  It was a strange picture.

As soon as I entered, I released the little napkin.  It didn't fall.  It was glued to my cock with sperm.  I was going to have to peel it off of my cock and wash it.  Since I was naked and didn't have my clothes with me, it occurred to me that I'd have to use the stupid little napkin to cover myself before I went out to get dressed.

I was looking at my "covered" cock in the mirror over the first sink.  Cum was still wet in my pubic hair and all through the material of the napkin, and I was amazed at how much could be seen through it.  My cock was still thick and long, but it no longer stuck straight out, and I thought about what had just occurred.  Even though I was satiated, the images I had of the most beautiful girl in the world jacking me off in front of at least a dozen photographers was so erotic.

I felt the door open behind me.  Looking up in the mirror, I saw Andrea enter.  I turned around, covering my genitals to point out that I was naked.  I didn't want the studio to get in trouble, and I figured she should leave.

"They said as long as you're not out in the main part of the studio, you don't have to cover up,” she said as she came toward me.

I turned back toward the first sink and began to peel the little napkin off my cock.  It still seemed so odd how the rules were so hypocritical; allowing a girl to walk around completely naked, but I had to cover myself.

Andrea stepped up next to me and gently grabbed my arm and turned me toward her.  Before I realized what she was doing, she locked her lips on mine.  She used one hand to pull my head in hard as her mouth opened and her tongue slipped between my lips.  I had never kissed a girl like that, and it kind of shocked me, but being it was Andrea, I just went with it.  It was so erotic, I started to get aroused again.

As quickly as she kissed me, she released me and turned on the water in the sink beside mine.  "I need to clean up some, too," she said as she ran her hands under the water.

I could see my cum all over her hands, and I wondered how it got there.  I mean, my cock was covered, so I could understand her hands getting a little gooey, but not big globs like what I saw.  Then I remembered her comment about it shooting right through the cloth.  That much?

I dropped the stiffening napkin into my sink and turned on the water.  I rinsed it and wrung it out before I started on my cock.

We both washed various parts of our body.  I was more focused on my genital region as most of the cum had landed there.  Andrea washed her hands, arms, neck and her pussy.  I wondered if she got some of my cum on her pussy, but I found the thought that I might have kind of arousing.  Of course she was probably cleaning her own juices from down there.

As we were washing up side-by-side, she said, "Wasn't that just the most fun?"

"Yeah, I guess," I said, still somewhat dazed.

"Oh, come on," she said.  "You know you had fun.  There's no way you're going to convince me that climaxing that hard and spraying that much sperm wasn't enjoyable."

"I guess it was kind of exciting,” I admitted, "but it would have been better if you stroked me all the way through it."

"I'm sorry about that," she said, "but Bob told me I couldn't.  Maybe someday I will."

Again, I felt a surge in my groin.  Someday?  I hoped so.

Andrea was now washing her pussy, but she was spending an awful lot of time doing it.  I think she was getting herself turned on rubbing herself in front of me.

"There's something really sexy about being naked in front of all these strangers, and none of them can touch me or make me do anything I don't want.  I can be as sexy as I want.  I can even have a climax, and they're okay with it."

She paused for a couple of seconds, and then asked, "So, what do you think?"

As I ran my soapy hands under my balls and worked the cum out of my pubic hair, I said, "It's definitely not what I expected.  I had envisioned a small studio..."

Andrea interrupted me, "No, I mean, what do you think of my body?"

She turned to face me, so I turned to face her and look her up and down.  It was an amazing sight.  She was a wet dream come true.  Water was still dripping from her pussy after she had splashed herself to remove the soap.

She ran her wet hands up her body, cradled her breasts and pinched her nipples.  "Do you think I've got a nice body?"

"Andrea," I sighed, "you've got the most amazing body of anybody I know or could imagine."

"Yeah, but do you think I'm sexy?"

Of course standing there naked, facing each other, was enough to make my cock start to rise again, but with all the things that had been said, there was no stopping it.  This was noticed immediately by Andrea.

"Yes, Andrea, you are extremely sexy," I said.  I was surprised that she would even ask.

"Well, I think you're sexy, too," she said, looking at my inflating cock rise before her.  "I love the way it gets hard for me.  You've got a really nice looking cock, and you should be proud of it.”

I really didn't know how to respond to that.  Complimenting my looks or my body I could handle, but to feel proud of my cock?

"Uh, thanks, I guess," I said.

"Well, I'm a little bit jealous," she said.

"Jealous of me?"

"Yeah.  I'm jealous that you can show off how turned on you are.  You can walk around with an obvious hard-on, clearly aroused, and everyone knows you're turned on.  I mean, it's even pretty obvious when you're so turned on that you're close to cumming.  Guys especially can tell just how aroused you are, and I'm sure they identify with you."

"Well, that's not exactly true," I argued.  "Society frowns on guys being aroused, and showing it is considered disgusting and obscene, even between guys.  Thus the rules of this place.  I'm sure you're right about how obvious my state is, but it's something I have to hide under normal circumstances."

"But not here," she argued back.  "Here it is encouraged and appreciated.  I'm sure you didn't notice all those girls who were posing for the other photographers checking you out.  From the looks on their faces when I was playing with you, they were impressed and probably jealous, either of me or of you.  Where else can you get a hard-on and show it off?  All you have to do is cover it, even if covering it doesn't really hide anything.  I would think that's hugely exciting, especially for a guy like you that has a cock that gets so big.”

"That may be true, but I have years of being embarrassed and having to hide myself.  I have always thought being able to hide your arousal was far more beneficial because of how I've been taught," I said.  "You can be turned on without giving it away to anyone.  I've even read how some women can reach a climax in public without anyone knowing."

"What fun is that?  I would love to have people know how aroused I am," she said.  "That's why this photo shoot is so much fun for me."

"It's not so much fun when you're in church or standing in front of your family," I said.

"I think it would be a blast!"

I didn't know the term at the time, but I have since realized that Andrea was an exhibitionist.  Sure, I knew she dressed to show off her body, and now I was learning that being photographed in highly sexual poses turned her on.  The odd thing was, I was getting caught up in her kink.  Having someone as beautiful as her complimenting my body and my cock was building my ego considerably.  Having that same person want to exhibit herself with me was the icing on the cake.  Although a bit hesitant, I was feeling more excited about being exposed with her.

"By the way, Bob said the car will be waiting for us when we're ready to go home," Andrea told me.

"And you didn't bring our clothes in here with you?" I asked.

"Hell, no," she said with a grin.  "It gives us one last opportunity to flaunt our wares before we go home.  I just love walking around naked in front of strangers, especially when everyone else is dressed."

"That will be okay for you," I said, "but now that you've got me hard again, I can't very well go out there where everyone will see me."

"Don't you want to give those other girls one last chance to see your hard-on?" Andrea asked with a grin.  "I know I want to watch them admire it.  I'm so glad you're well endowed.  It makes posing with you really hot, and I know the other girls are so jealous."

"I guess we better go," I said.  Her comments were inflating my ego, and I was a little embarrassed.

I was about to grab the napkin to cover myself, but Andrea got it first and made sure it was thoroughly soaked with water to make it cling to my cock better.  "I like it better wet," she said.

She didn't give me the cloth but chose to apply it herself, wrapping it around my cock rather than just draping it over the shaft.  Wetting it like she did also had the effect of ensuring that it was transparent.  It took a little adjustment to get the material over my glans, leaving about an inch of the shaft exposed at the root, but she managed to make it work.  The whole thing was stupid.  Nothing was really hidden.

As she admired her work, she said, "Now, where else can you go where a paying customer makes me give my boyfriend a hand-job in front of dozens of people?  I never planned on having any kind of sexual relations with you, not yet, anyway, and here we are, giving each other orgasms.  It was so sexy, I want to do it again.”

"Do what again?” I asked.  "Give me a hand-job?”

"Well, yes and no,” she said.  "I would love to do this whole shoot again, but I'd be up for other adventures in front of the camera.  As fun as this was, I think I'd do just about anything.  What about you?”

"You know, I would never have agreed to this with anyone else," I said, "but I just couldn't resist with you.  Although I'm still a bit nervous and not sure, yes, I did have fun, but it was because of you.  If you want to do another photo-shoot with me, I'm in."

Andrea was grinning as she said, "Good!  Bob told me that if this photo series gets past the censors, he has some ideas for some future shoots, and I don't want to agree unless you are there with me."

The thought of doing more nude scenes with her was actually quite exciting.  I liked the idea of posing with such a beautiful and wonderful girl.  She was really pulling me from my shell.

"Does that mean if I backed out, you'd back out, too?" I asked.

"Probably," she admitted.  "If I could find someone else that I liked, maybe I'd try to get them to join me, but you're so much fun, and I like you so much, this is just the greatest for me.  It would be even better if you got as excited about it as I am."

"I'm getting there," I told her.  "I just have a bunch of society hangups I have to get over, but you're helping a lot."

We walked out of the restroom together, hand-in-hand.  My cock was nice and hard, and the stupid napkin was still wrapped around it, though it was starting to loosen because it was quickly drying out.  This time I noticed what Andrea had said about the other girls.  I don't know if they were jealous, but they were definitely looking.  As far as I was concerned, they were looking as much at her as me.

Andrea walked over to where her clothes were piled and asked me to help her with put them on.  I don't know why she couldn't get dressed by herself, but I didn't mind.

She wrapped the skirt around her and asked me to hook it and zip it up.  It was kind of erotic helping her.  Then she had me help her put the bolero sweater on.  She didn't bother with the bikini top, and her hard nipples were quite evident in the sweater.  Buttoning the one button between her bare breasts had me shaking, but I finally managed it.  Andrea giggled at my struggle but didn't help.

With her dressed, we headed over to where my clothes were piled.  The napkin covering my cock had almost completely dried out, and I had to hold it to keep it from slipping off.  It was then that I realized she was keeping me naked for as long as possible.  Maybe she wanted the napkin to slip off.  I don't know.

"I'm not wearing any panties or bra," she pointed out, "so don't wear any underwear."

She wanted to help me dress, so I let her.  She helped me slip on my tee-shirt and then she picked up my jeans.  It was rather awkward, but I finally pulled my jeans on while she held the strip of cloth over my cock.

As I pulled my jeans up over my hips, she stepped in close in front of me to hide what she was doing from the rest of the people.  There weren't many people still there as they were all leaving, but Bob and Steve were still there, and we didn't want to piss them off.  There were quite a few of the other female models hanging around.  They were all dressed, but they seemed to be lingering.

Andrea looked up at me and stepped in for another kiss.  This time I was ready for her and leaned down.  With our lips pressed together, she pulled the napkin away and wrapped her hand around my stiff cock.  She squeezed it as she stuffed my cock down the thigh of my jeans before anybody noticed.

I zipped up, and Andrea rubbed the palm of her hand up and down the lump of my hard-on running down my thigh.

"Now that's what I like to see," she said, giving the bulge a squeeze.

Bob came over to us as we prepared to leave and handed us each a paper bag.  I looked inside of mine, and it was full of stacked hundred dollar bills.  Andrea didn't care but took her bag.

"That's for putting on quite a show,” Bob explained.  "We'll send those pictures in and see if the publisher likes them.  I've got another publisher I'd like to talk to about further photo shoots, and I'm going to use these pictures as a portfolio, if you're interested.”

"Sure!” Andrea said without thinking.  "Dan's up for it, and you know I am, it just has to be on the weekend.”

"Not a problem,” Bob replied.  "One question, though.  If your boy here can't make it or doesn't want to model in the future, are you up for a replacement?”

Andrea thought for just a minute and then said, "No, I don't think so.  Dan is a good friend, and he is very trustworthy.  I'm not sure I'd be comfortable with anyone else.”

"What about if I brought in a third person?”

"You mean another guy?” I asked.  The look on my face must have been clear that I didn't like the idea.

"Well, another guy or another gal,” he said.  "If you don't want another guy, that's okay.  We don't have many young men that are willing to be nude models anyway, but we have lots of girls.  Most of them are younger than you two, but only a few are willing to get aroused in front of the camera.  I was hoping that by posing with you two, it might loosen them up.”

Andrea looked at me, and I shrugged.  Sure, I'd be up for posing with two nude girls, but I didn't want to screw up what I had with Andrea.

"I'd be curious,” Andrea said, "but I don't want to do anything that would bother Dan.  If he says okay, then let's give it a try.”

"I'm okay with it, but I'm only interested in Andrea,” I said hesitantly.  I didn't want Andrea to think I was too thrilled with the idea although the thought of posing with two girls sounded erotic.

Just then, one of the other photographers came up to Bob and handed him a memory stick.  Bob turned to Andrea and said, "Here is a copy of some of the pictures we took.  I thought you might like to see just how erotic you two were.”

After that, we left the warehouse and got in the car that was waiting for us.  Andrea wanted me to get in first because she wanted to be on the side that my cock was.

On the way home, Andrea was quite affectionate.  She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a very passionate kiss.  We basically made out like typical teenagers in the back seat.  She pretty much kept her hand on my cock the entire time.  She would squeeze it and stroke it, keeping it nice and hard.

"You know, Dan,” she said with her face less than an inch in front of mine, "I don't think I've ever had so much fun in my whole life.  I really love you for going through this experience with me, and I appreciate you stepping in to make it better.”

"It was fun for me, too,” I said, letting my hand slide up and down her bare midriff.

She gave me another kiss, less passionate but still warm.  Then she said, "I hope you understand.  This is a fantasy for me, and I consider you my special friend.  You are to keep this secret between just the two of us, agreed?”

I nodded.  "Of course.  I don't think anyone would believe me anyway."

"Don't be put off by the way I treat you at school.  I've got my friends there, and I don't want them to become suspicious.  They don't know about our special relationship, and I don't want them to find out.  Okay?”

Again I nodded, curious why I was being kept a secret.

The remainder of the way home, Andrea fondled my cock through my jeans.  Without the restraint of my underwear, she was able to stroke it openly.  Due to my impressive orgasm earlier, I didn't cum in my pants, but the constant attention had me close.

Added to her continuous stroking, Andrea gushed about how sexy and exhilarating the entire day had been.  She loved being photographed in the nude.  Getting sexually stimulated while dozens of cameras were flashing was much better than in the back seat of a car (apparently, she had experience there).  She was proud of her clit and how it stood out when she was aroused, and she just loved having a guy who appreciated how sexy she felt.

I couldn't help but think how I got there.  I usually would have only fantasized about being with a girl like Andrea, and here I was, having sexual situations with her while being photographed.  My boyish tendency was to brag about it with everyone I knew, but I didn't dare mess up a good thing.  Maybe someday I would have my virginity broken by her, and what a coup that would be.

The next time we were at school, Andrea practically ignored me.  Even when we passed in the hall, she didn't wave or even acknowledge my existence.  It was difficult.  I wanted everyone to know she was my friend.  It might not have been so bad if other kids at school didn't seem to shun me.  I don't know what their problem was, but I felt very lonely.

On Friday was the first time she even looked at me.  It was about 2pm before my last class that she grabbed me just before I entered the classroom.  Her entourage was nowhere to be seen.

"Dan, we have another shoot tomorrow,” she whispered to me.  "Can you be there?  Bob says he's got another girl he wants us to model with.”

"Uh, yeah, of course,” I said, trying to sound disinterested.  After the way she avoided me, I didn't want her to know just how excited I was.  I have to admit, I was curious about another model, but who could compare to Andrea?

Andrea didn't seem to notice.  She smiled enthusiastically and said, "Okay, but we need to meet tonight.  Can you do that?"

"I suppose."  I was still trying to act like I didn't care.

"Okay, let's meet at the ice cream place, but we can't go in," she said.  "We've got to go to my house and do something before my mother gets home.  She gets home about 5, so we don't have a lot of time."

This was interesting.  She had never invited me to her place, and I wondered what we had to do.  I tried to ask her, but she just blew me off and said, "See you after school.  Bob said something about a video someday, too,” and she was gone.