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 ï>¿Erin's Friend Asks For A Big Favor! By LuckyDave1066

   How far will she go to help a friend?  How far would you?

   It was a typical Friday night for Maya and Erin.  They were following
their usual method for getting through a weekend night with a minimal
outlay of scarce cash, trying to enjoy an off-campus house party in the
small town where their college was located.  Free drinks and good people
watching generally made it worth having to put up with cheesy pickup lines
from the usual collection of drunk guys they knew slightly from seeing them
around the campus or having been in a class together.

   Maya was the older of the two by a year or so, in her third year at the
college, but with way, way fewer credit hours completed than her time on
campus should have resulted in.  She had a history of starting a semester
all psyched about her classes, only to flame out of half of them by
mid-term.  Short and curvy, she made up for not being a classic beauty with
an outgoing and quick-witted personality.  The other thing she had going
for her was having a classic beauty as a best friend.  She and Erin were an
odd pair, but each had strengths and weaknesses complementing those of the
other.

   Where Maya was decidedly average looking by college guy standards, Erin
was a stunner, tall and fit with a classic hourglass figure, a pretty face,
blue eyes, and light strawberry blonde hair.  While Erin would generally
rather stay home and read a novel, Maya loved a party and could usually
coax Erin to come along with her.  When guys hit on Erin, she usually would
gently brush their advances off, leading some to redirect their attention
towards Maya.  Maya ended up having more hookups than would have been
likely without Erin quite unintentionally drawing in a pool of guys for
Maya to pick from.

   Erin had a few dates here and there, but no long-term relationships. 
The few guys she was interested in weren't willing to put up with dating
even a beauty like Erin for as long as she thought was appropriate before
having sex.  She had arrived on campus a virgin, and that was still her
condition over a year and a half later

   Lately, she'd begun to question whether her refusal to have at least a
few random flings during her college years still made sense.  Even though
she was beginning to think her continued virginity was becoming a bigger
deal than it ought to be, she couldn't let go of the idea that her first
time should be memorable, not just drunken fumbling with some random guy.

   Maya was a Fine Arts major, which fit her "try anything once"
personality; Erin's choice to be a Theatre Arts major seemed less like a
good fit with her personality.  Erin certainly worked hard, but after
nearly three semesters she had yet to get beyond the first-round audition
for any Theatre department production.

   Erin did well in theatre history, writing exercises, and many other
required classes, but in her acting classes she barely got by, never
seeming to fully inhabit the characters she was asked to portray.  She was
constantly being told by her instructors that she needed to commit to her
character, to live in their skin, think their thoughts, and experience
their feelings, good, bad, passionate, or reserved.  To the constant
frustration of her instructors, Erin seemed stuck in reserved mode.

   This particular Friday night, Maya and Erin were both feeling tired and
a little cranky following a rough day.  To make matters worse, the party
was dull as these things went.  They hung in, eating some pizza and working
up a little buzz from the plentiful and varied alcohol the hosts had
stocked for the party.  Slightly drunk and pretty tired, their conversation
was less focused than usual, with each talking more to themselves than
engaging with what the other had to say.

   "I can't believe that bitch Ella Bixby backed out of modeling for my
final photography class project'" Maya said.

   If Erin heard what her friend said, she didn't react to it, saying, "I
blew another audition this afternoon, the third one this month.  The
professor directing the show told me I needed to do more than stand around
looking pretty."

   Maya grumbled, "Ella claimed she didn't have the time, that she was in
danger of failing her English Lit class but I only needed her for a couple
of hours.  If she wasn't willing to pose nude, she should have just told me
that instead of saying that she would do it, then backing out this late in
the semester.  Not wanting to be photographed naked, that I can understand,
but leaving me in the lurch like this is just shitty behavior."

   Erin continued with her wholly unrelated tale of woe, "He actually told
me I might be wasting my time here, that I should take a leave of absence
to get more life experiences.  He told me to go try being a bus driver, a
bartender, a nanny, anything but a student until I learn enough about how
other people think and feel to really get into a character's head."

   "If I cant find someone willing to pose naked, I'm sure to fail the
class, and I've already dropped two other classes this semester.  My folks
can't keep paying for me to fuck up this way, this might be the last
straw," Maya continued, "I know it's a lot to ask, but is there any chance
at all you'd be willing to do it?"

   "Sorry, do what now?" Erin replied, having caught only the tail end of
Maya's rant.

   "Let me photograph you for my class, weren't you listening?" Maya asked,
sounding annoyed.

   "Of course I was listening," Erin replied, either not wanting to admit
she had in fact not been listening to her friend, or simply unaware she had
missed most of what Maya had said.  Erin hadn't picked up on how desperate
Maya's situation was, and remembered posing for a head and shoulders
portrait the previous semester, for Maya's entire class.  Sitting in one
spot for 2 1/2 hours while people she didn't know discussed her qualities
as a model had been no fun at all.  She turned Maya down, telling her, "I
think my career as a model is over, I need to concentrate on portraying a
character, not just outward appearances."

   "I understand, I didn't think you'd be willing, just thought I'd ask,"
Maya said, and dropped the subject.

   Ten days later, May and Erin were having breakfast together in their
usual corner of the college's dining hall.  Erin casually asked Maya about
her Photography class, "So, have you found a model for your class yet?" She
was shocked when Maya nearly broke out in tears.

   "No, I haven't been able to get anyone to commit, and there's no way I
pass the course without turning in this assignment.  Unless I get into the
studio with a model in the next week, I'm screwed." Thinking her best
friend was worth one more try, Maya asked quietly, "Any possibility at all
you'll change your mind?  You could treat it as an exercise in inhabiting a
character!  I may have forgotten to mention, there's a $150 stipend for a
student who poses for this class if that makes any difference."

   Seeing how important this was to Maya, she decided sitting for a
portrait for a few hours as she had before wasn't such a big deal.  Besides
helping Maya out, the $150 she'd get for posing could cover some of her
Christmas shopping.  "Okay, why not, if it helps you out, I guess I'm in,"
Erin said, and was shocked when Maya jumped up and ran around the table to
hug her!  They compared schedules and found they both had nothing going on
Wednesday night; Maya thanked Erin one more time and headed straight for
the Photography department to reserve a block of time in a studio.  There
weren't many time slots left open so close to the end of the semester, but
she was able to reserve a space from 9 to 11 PM Wednesday.

   Running her usual 10 minutes late, Erin arrived at the studio Maya had
texted her directions to, pulling a large wheeled suitcase behind her.  She
was dressed comfortably, ready for a long stretch sitting on a stool being
directed where to look and what kind of expression to show; she was wearing
a baggy flannel boyfriend shirt, black sweatpants, and open-toed sandals.
"Sorry to be late.  One thing I forgot to ask about the other day," she
said before Maya even had said hello, "As long as we're here, can you take
a few photos for me to send out as headshots?"

   "Sure, I guess, we can do those after we get what I need for my
assignment," Maya replied, "What's with the suitcase, are you going
somewhere?"

   "You didn't give me any guidance about what sort of outfit or outfits
you might like me to be wear, so I brought a bunch of stuff; jeans,
t-shirts, skirts of assorted lengths, a couple sweaters, a sundress, a few
dressy blouses, even a prom dress I borrowed from the Theatre department
wardrobe room.  I'm not so sure about being photographed in it, but I even
brought a bikini," Erin explained, opening the suitcase.  "What would you
like me to put on?"

   Erin had spent a lot of time over the last few days coming up with a
wide variety of characters for the various outfits she had brought.  She
imagined herself as a small-town high school girl, the same character's
Mom, a guest at an outdoor wedding, an executive, as well as several
others. She had become surprisingly enthusiastic about this experiment,
thinking it might actually help her learn how to get into character, and
waited impatiently for Maya to tell her what outfit she should put on
first.

   Maya looked at the open suitcase, stuffed full of clothing, for a minute
seeming lost in thought.  Finally raising her head to look at Erin, she
said, "Did you somehow not hear me when I told you about my difficulty in
finding a model willing to be photographed in the nude?" Ignoring Erin's
gasp, Maya continued, "I'm certain when I told you about Ella backing out,
I said she was probably uncomfortable with the nudity."

   "Ohhh, no, no, no.  No fucking way!" Erin shouted, "You've known me for
over a year -- what have you ever seen me do which would make you think I'd
be willing, or even able to do something like that?"

   "I didn't expect you would, but I was desperate, so I asked you.  I was
floored when you said yes, but assumed you were only doing it to help me
out, or maybe were thinking you could use the experience to get into the
mind of another type of character."

   "I've been thinking about plenty of different characters, that suitcase
is overflowing with ideas to go with the outfits.  None of my characters
are involved in producing porn!

   "Figure studies are NOT porn!" Maya shouted indignantly, opening a
glossy coffee-table book full of photos of all sorts of naked people.  The
poses, lighting, and blank backgrounds made many of the subjects look
almost like abstract shapes, definitely not pornographic.  "Something like
these is what I was hoping to do with you."

   Seeing what Maya had in mind dissipated Erin's anger, but not her
reticence.  Flipping through the book's pages, she said, "I agree the
images in the book are beautiful, and a long way from porn.  I can see what
you have in mind, but I can't imagine having photos of me like these,
artistic as they are, out in the world.  I have enough to deal with without
everyone on campus having seen me naked!"

   Maya opened another book with similar photos, and a few more graphic,
but with the faces of the models in deep shadow or hidden by careful poses
or cropping.  Looking at the second book, Erin was amazed when she began to
imagine how she would look in similar photos.  Erin didn't say anything,
but Maya guessed by how intently Erin was studying some of the images that
she was at least a little intrigued, and began to think her beautiful
friend's reluctance to being photographed in the nude might be waning.  She
tried a new tactic, asking Erin, "Would you turn down a good role because
it required you to appear without clothes?  That would be way less
anonymous than what I'm asking you to do!"

   Erin felt herself begin to blush as she flat out lied, "That kind of
situation hasn't come up, so I've never really thought about it," failing
to mention that she had already signed up to audition for a part in a
college production of "HAIR" next semester, and knew only too well that if
she got the part she'd have to perform not just in the nude, but nude in
front of a live audience for several performances!  She admitted to herself
that Maya had a point; if she stuck with her goal of being a working
actress, there was a good chance she'd someday be asked to bare her body
either onstage or for a camera, possibly as soon as just a few months from
now, right here at her college!

   Erin closed the book she'd been looking at and asked Maya, "I can't
believe I'm even asking this, but IF I do pose for you do you swear the
pictures are NEVER going to be in some magazine or show up anywhere, I mean
ANYWHERE at all online?"

   "I swear, they are strictly for my assignment, will never be sold, put
online, entered in any contests, or even seen at all anywhere outside of
the Photography department."

   "I must be out of my mind, but okay, please lock the door," Erin said,
her voice a little shaky as she stepped into the middle of the platform in
the center of the room.  The position of the lights Maya had set up and the
black background made it obvious even to a novice model like Erin where she
would be posing.  Maya locked the door as requested, switched the lights
on, dimmed the room lights, and picked up her camera.  Her fingers
trembling, Erin began unbuttoning her shirt; she had the green flannel
shirt completely open, letting Maya see she wasn't wearing a bra, when Maya
surprised her by telling her to stop.

   "You look really nervous, how about we take some practice shots before
you get undressed so you can get used to me telling you how to pose and
just generally get more comfortable?  We can test and review the poses and
lighting I have in mind well enough with your clothes on."

   "Oh, yeah, that would be great," Erin replied, laughing at how having
her shirt wide open with her breasts half exposed had suddenly become her
least embarrassing option!

   After a lot of test shots to work out lighting and how Erin could pose
with her face unseen, Maya asked, "I think we've figured out how to do
this, how do you feel about getting undressed?"

   "How do I feel?  Fucking terrified!  Can we work up to it?"

   "Okay," Maya replied, "I want you to be comfortable, but we can't go too
slowly, someone else has reserved the room right after my 2 hours are
over."

   "Thanks for being patient, it may not be obvious but I am getting more
relaxed," Erin said as she stepped out of her sandals.

   "I'll be lucky to have the room for 15 minutes by the time she finally
gets naked," Maya worried, but she knew she was lucky to be given this
chance to complete the assignment.  She gently encouraged her friend, "You
look amazing!  Hold that position for a second, I think if you tip your
head forward just a bit your hair can hide your face, yes, just like that!"
Her patience was rewarded s few minutes after

   Erin kicked her sandals off the platform; she untied the knot at the
front of her sweatpants and slid the fleecy, loose pants down, then shook
her feet free and kicked the sweats off the platform.  When she turned to
face Maya, the budding photographer was surprised to see Erin's neatly
trimmed strawberry blonde pubes and her pussy where she had expected to see
some sort of panties.

   "Fantastic, you're doing great," Maya said, circling Erin and taking
photos the whole time, "I forgot to mention that you shouldn't wear a bra
or panties, to avoid the marks they leave, but you didn't wear any anyway,
why?"

   "Not for that reason, believe me.  I never expected to be in this
position.  You'll laugh, but even though I was expecting to be photographed
fully dressed, I brought several bras and panties, with specific lingerie
for each character I'd imagined being photographed as."

   Maya didn't laugh, saying, "That makes sense, actually.  Did any of your
characters go without undies at all?"

   Erin blushed as she replied, "There was one, who I packed the shortest
skirt and the thinnest top I could find in the department wardrobe room
for, but nothing else."

   "That's a little kinky, my friend, but also kinda hot!  How are you
feeling now?"

   "Like it's time for you to take the kind of shots you need for your
assignment!" Erin replied, shrugging her long baggy shirt off her shoulders
and letting it slide off her arms.  She tried to ignore her racing
heartbeat and started to think about how her latest character, an
impoverished rookie figure model, would be feeling in this situation. 
"Let's get this over with before I lose my nerve!"

   Maya was glad they had worked out how to have Erin posed and lit before
she finished undressing.  The earlier practice paid off in two ways; Erin
seemed to be more relaxed after just a few minutes of the actual shooting,
having already worked out how to pose with her identity hidden, and Maya
had the lighting and angles she wanted to shoot from pretty well worked out
in advance.  The time they had spent on the practice shots turned out to be
well spent, giving them time to review the fully nude shots for each pose
briefly on Maya's laptop to confirm they were what Maya needed and didn't
reveal Erin's identity.

   Reviewing one of the last poses Maya had Erin do, with Erin standing and
leaning against a wall, her head turned away, arms raised above her, and
her hands clasped together, they noticed that the first few shots clearly
showed Erin's face in profile.  "Sorry," Maya said, I guess I fired a few
off before you turned and dropped your head down to let your hair hide your
face.  I'll just delete them." She selected the three images showing Erin's
face on the screen and was about to delete them when Erin grabbed her arm
to stop her.

   Erin explained, "I know I've been paranoid about anyone recognizing me
in these photos, but the shots with my face visible are amazing, I'd hate
to see them just deleted.  I trust you to not show them to anyone, and I'd
like a copy myself.  I can look at them in 30 or 40 years to remind myself
what I was like when I was young!"

   "Thanks," Maya replied, "I agree that the ones with your face showing
are worth keeping.  To be honest, I was tempted to try and sneak a few with
your face showing in some of the other poses; if I'd thought you'd let me
keep them I would have!"

   Erin was surprised to find her feelings changing to now be in favor of
letting herself be photographed completely, identifiably, and recognizably
in the nude, as long as she could control where, when and by whom they
could be seen.  Erin asked her friend, "Do we have enough time to re-shoot
a few poses with my face showing?"

   "Not really, it's 10:58 and my reservation ends at 11," Maya replied. 
Seeing the regret on Erin's pretty face, she continued, "But screw it,
whoever reserved the 11:00 to 1:00 AM slot isn't here yet, let's see what
we can do!"

   Erin picked out her favorite four poses, and she and Maya retraced their
steps through the session.  Erin modified each pose only as needed to show
her face.

   Looking right at the camera, she posed standing straight, one hand
covering her pussy and one arm covering her breasts.

   Looking back over her shoulder at the camera, she faced away from the
camera, her legs spread and her hands on her hips.

   Looking at the ceiling, she sat on a stool, her legs slightly spread,
leaning back, stretching, and extending her arms back behind her as far as
she could without toppling backward.

   Which was the position she was in when the 11:00 PM student photographer
and model came through the door at 11:09.

   "Oh, my!" said the photographer.

   "Wow!" said the model.

   "Ohhh, shit!  Maya, what the fuck?  You said the door was locked!  Erin
yelled, as she sat up straight and covered herself as well as she could
with only her arms and hands.

   "It was locked, I swear, it must have been unlocked remotely when my
reservation ended," said Maya sheepishly.

   "Well, you were supposed to be out of here long ago, so you can't
complain about us coming in now," the new photographer, a petite woman with
close-cropped black hair and glasses.  She stopped talking when she saw
Erin sitting up straight on the stool and asked her, "Sorry we barged in on
you, this isn't your fault.  What's your name?  Oh, wait, it's Erin,
right?"

   Erin blushed deeply, recognizing the new photographer from the stage
design course they'd been in together last semester.  "Yeah, I'm Erin, and
you're Liza if I remember correctly."

   "Actually just going by Liz these days, but, yeah," Liz said, "how tall
are you anyway?"

   "5'-11", not that it matters.  I really need to go," Erin replied,
putting on the nearest piece of her clothing, her sweatpants.

   "And what is she paying you for posing tonight?" Liz asked.

   "Also not relevant, but if you must know, $150," Erin answered as she
tracked down her sandals.

   "It's only relevant because Maya and I are working on the same
assignment for the same class.  I'll give you $200, the standard model
stipend, to stay and pose with Jeff here.  Since Maya has shortchanged you
on your stipend, taken up more of your time and cut into my studio time, I
propose she pay you the $50 she already owes you and another $200 if she
wants to stay and shoot you and Jeff together once I'm done."

   Erin was furious at Maya for not paying her what she was due for
modeling in the nude but was leery of posing with Jeff, telling Liz, "I
like the idea of making Maya pay, but I don't know about posing naked with
a guy, no offense to Jeff, it sounds kind of porny."

   "No offense taken,' Jeff said, " I wasn't expecting this either."

   Liz turned on her Ipad and opened a folder of her photos to show Erin,
grumbling, "I really wish people would understand that two people being
naked together doesn't necessarily have to be pornographic."

   Erin reluctantly paused with just the two lowest buttons on her shirt
fastened, taking the Ipad from Liz and scrolling through the images. 
"Hmmmn, not what I was expecting," she thought, sensuous, for sure, sexy,
even, but a long way from porn."

   "What do you think?" Liz asked.

   "Sorry I suggested your work was porn," Erin replied, startled to hear
herself saying, "I'll do it, but I have two conditions; First, though I'm
pissed at Maya right now, she's my friend, and if she's paying me $200 she
should get to take photos along with you, not just when you're done.

   "I'm fine with that, as long as she stays out of my way.  What's your
second condition?"

   "I don't want my face to be visible in any of your shots," Erin said,
half hoping this requirement would be a deal-breaker for Liz and get her
out of this crazy situation.  She realized her eagerness for an extra $400
was keeping her from taking the sensible course of action, the one leading
out of the studio as fast as her feet could take her.  She hadn't quite
admitted to herself that the money wasn't the only reason she was on the
verge of committing to pose nude with a man she'd just met, as directed by
a woman she didn't know much better.

   "Deal," said Liz, "You have a beautiful face, but I'm more interested in
tightly cropped shots and close-ups anyway." While the description of the
kind of shots Liz wanted satisfied Erin's demand for anonymity, the
statuesque strawberry blonde found herself almost as unsettled as if Liz
had insisted she be recognizable!

   "Do I get a vote?" Maya asked.

   "NO!" shouted Erin and Liz.  Liz continued, "What you get is a chance to
take some pictures of two incredibly good-looking naked people.  You also
get to pay Erin another $200."

   "Alright, I'll come up with the money somehow," Maya mumbled and picked
up her camera.

   "Jeff, Erin, take 5 minutes to get acquainted, get undressed and get up
on the platform," Liz told the nervous pair of models.

   In their allotted 5 minutes, Erin and Jeff each found out a fair amount
about their unexpected coworker, including their ages (Erin 19, Jeff 23),
Major (Erin Theatre, Jeff MBA), hometown (Erin Denver, Jeff Chicago),
dating status (both single), had they ever done this before (Erin no, Jeff
once, but not with anyone else), as well as few things like favorite
movies, TV shows, bands, and political affiliations.  Neither made a move
toward getting naked until Liz called for them to join her, but since, once
he took off his sneakers and socks, both Erin and Jeff only had to remove
two pieces of clothing to get ready, at least clothing-wise for their
session.  Both were naked, blushing and trying to suppress their nervous
smiles when they arrived on the platform.

   With Jeff standing just far enough away for her to see him from head to
toe without being too obvious about it, Erin had a hard time concentrating
on the directions Liz was giving her models.  She's known he was about her
height, had wavy brown hair and green eyes as soon as she saw him, but now
that he'd left his clothes behind she knew much more.  Judging by his abs,
biceps, shoulders, and anywhere else she looked, it was obvious he spent
time in a gym on a regular basis.  Before he'd thought to clasp his hands
in front of his cock she'd seen it clearly enough to know that it was
probably the largest she'd seen up close.  It was hard for her to be
certain, because her exposure to male genitalia had been very limited,
consisting of a couple of boyfriends she'd given hand jobs to whose cocks
were hardly any bigger when hard than Jeff's was at rest.

   Jeff had seen Erin naked the moment he and Liz walked into the studio,
so standing a few feet away from her didn't reveal much he hadn't already
seen, but scanning the extent of the willowy strawberry blonde's naked body
was a pleasure, one he was certain would never get boring.  He was pretty
sure he'd seen her a few times around the campus this fall, but always
bundled up in a bulky sweater or long coat, nothing at all like seeing her
in nothing at all.  Shapely legs, firm round butt, slim waist, and full,
round boobs, topped by a pretty face, he couldn't believe he was being paid
to be where he was.

   "I can see you're both a little nervous, let's start off with something
easy," Liz said, "stand about three feet apart, facing away from each
other, reach back over your shoulders and hold hands, fingers interlaced."
Liz took a bunch of shots before giving Maya a turn.

   "Good, let's try one more with you facing away from each other, this
time closer, nearly making contact at your heels, butts, and shoulders,
with the palms of your hands flat on your partner's hips" Liz directed. 
Both Erin and Jeff backed up, bumping into each other fairly hard. 
"Probably easier if I set you up, Erin, stay right where you are," Liz
said, holding Jeff by his hips and gently backing him up until his butt
made contact with Erin's.  After adjusting their heels, hands, and heads to
make contact, both photographers circled the pair of naked students,
shooting several dozen photos between them.

   "You're both doing great," Liz said, "I think it's time to do a few
poses with you each looking in the same direction, okay?" Jeff and Erin
both nodded.  Okay, Erin, stand right behind Jeff, you'll need to be close
behind, so you can wrap both hands around his waist, crossing over each
other just below his navel.  Erin got into her position, but couldn't get
her hands to overlap the way Liz asked.  Liz studied her models for a
moment, then said, "I see what's wrong; Erin, you need to go forward as far
as you can."

   "I'm already close," Erin replied.

   "I see at least two inches between the two of you, move forward!" Liz
said.

   Erin shuffled forward, telling Liz, "I'm practically smashed up against
his back!"

   "Then you're almost there, push right up against him, it's not like his
back is going to grab your tits!", Liz laughed.

   Erin heard Jeff chuckling and did as Liz asked, sliding both hands into
place as directed.  Once Liz and Maya were done shooting, Liz gave Erin and
Jeff instructions for the next pose, which turned out to be a variation on
the previous one, just with their places switched.  Being an inch or two
taller than Erin, with slightly longer arms, Jeff was able to reach far
enough around her to satisfy Liz without pressing up against her.  He
misjudged the location of his hands for a moment, the lower of the two
brushing through her fine pubic hair, making her jump slightly.

   "Sorry, that was an accident," he whispered in her ear.  The gentle
tracing of his fingers through her pubes had startled her, but she believed
his claim that it had been accidental.  He had no way to know that for her,
his low whisper with his chin resting on her shoulder was far more
arousing. She replied, saying the first thing that came to her, wanting to
hear him whisper again.

   "No problem!", she replied, immediately thinking, "No problem?  NO
PROBLEM?  He'll think I actually want him running his fingers through my
pubes!"

   Her response mostly confused Jeff, so he stayed silent.

   Erin crossed her arms over her breasts and waited for the clicking of
the cameras, but Liz paused and mildly scolded her for covering up, saying,
"I didn't ask you to do that with your arms, I'll take some shots like
this, but I need you to follow instructions, okay?"

   Erin nodded and both photographers took their shots.  She waited to hear
what Liz had in mind for their next pose, expecting her uncovered bobs to
be part of the pose.  She knew when she agreed to this session that every
inch of her body was likely to be captured, but the shots up until now had
seemed less revealing than what Liz was setting up up to shoot next, a pose
where Erin was squarely facing the camera

   Erin was surprised by the instructions Liz gave next.  She asked for the
same setup as before, but with Erin's hands behind her head, fingers
interlaced.  Liz paused for a moment, leaving Erin thinking that her bared
breasts would be the subject of this pose.  Liz eventually continued,
telling Jeff, "I want you to cover Erin's boobs with your hands.

   Erin objected, "I agreed to pose nude, not be groped on camera!"

   "Nobody is doing any groping, what I have in mind should look gentle,
almost protective," Liz replied harshly, "Can we get on with it, please?"

   Jeff tried to satisfy both Liz and Erin, holding his hands close to, but
not quite touching her breasts.  Tipping her head down to let her hair
cover her face, Erin could see his hands hovering less than half an inch
from her; the sight sent a shiver down her spine.  Liz wasn't satisfied,
shouting, "Jeff, I can see a shadow where your hands should be, it's
obvious you're pretending to caress her boobs!  Why would anyone DO that,
they're fucking perfect!"

   "It's okay, go ahead," Erin whispered.

   "Are you sure?" he whispered.  She could feel his breath!  Another
shiver, stronger.

   "Absolutely, give her what she wants," Erin replied.

   Not wanting to give Erin time to reconsider, Jeff moved both hands to
her breasts, with the heel of each hand below, his palms supporting the
lower slopes and his fingers extended up beyond her nipples.  The sensation
of having his fingertips lightly brushing on the upper slope of each breast
was startling enough to render her briefly speechless, unable to answer
right away when he asked, "Is this okay?  Too much?"

   A few seconds later she whispered her answer, "Not too much, just
right," She wondered how long Liz had been shooting the new development,
having at some point lost all track of her surroundings.  It must have been
a while, because she only noticed Liz taking a handful of shots before
making way for Maya to have her turn.

   When Maya was finished shooting, Liz gave Jeff new instructions, telling
him, "Good, now draw your hands down over Erin's boobs, keeping in contact
the whole time.  I'll be shooting as you go, so move slowly and be ready to
pause when I tell you to.  Erin, just keep doing what you're doing."

   "No problem, will do!" Jeff replied, and began moving his hands.

   "No problem, I can do this as long as you want," Erin thought.

   Right when Jeff's fingertips were about to reach Erin's nipples, Liz
called for Jeff to pause, telling him to stroke each nipple a few times as
his fingertips passed over them, "to perk them up a little,".  Erin was
shocked that Liz was now directly calling for blatantly sexual activity,
but wasn't about to complain; if anything, she was sorry when Jeff's
fingers had completed their retreat from her breasts to the neutral ground
of her waist.

   Liz declared the current pose finished, but Jeff held on to Erin's hips
and leaning over her shoulder whispered, "I hope that wasn't too raw for
you." Feeling him leaning against her back, she chose to answer in
non-verbal fashion, pushing her ass back and wiggling it sideways once she
felt it make contact with something warm.  "Aaaah, okay, I'll assume that
means you were okay with what Liz told me to do."

   "Alright, let's do one more setup before taking a short break," Liz
announced, "I want you two to switch places, Erin in back, reaching around
Jeff the way you did before.  This time, instead of wrapping your hands
around his abs, let your left hand find a comfortable spot up on his chest,
and bring your right hand lower with your fingers together and thumb set
apart, like you're about to shake hands with someone.  The open space
between your index finger and thumb should be positioned like a frame
around Jeff's cock."

   "Hold on, are you actually asking me to wrap my hand around Jeff's
dick?" Erin yelled.

   "I'm sorry, I explained that poorly.  You can keep your hand out in
front of it, it just has to look like it's cradled in your hand," Liz
clarified.

   "So I don't have to actually give him a hand job for real, as long as it
looks like I am?" Erin grumbled, "Our deal about my identity being hidden
better still be in effect!"

   "Of course, that goes without saying." Liz confirmed, "If it makes you
more comfortable, I'll even let you veto any shots you can't live with me
submitting to our professor, as long as we adjust your fee in proportion to
any poses you won't let me use.  Can we please continue?"

   After Liz offered to give Erin (or let her buy, to be accurate) control
over whether or not Liz could use any given photo, Erin couldn't object to
posing as Liz called for.  She nodded and stepped behind Jeff, not even
trying to leave any space between his back and her front this time, She
stood on tiptoes to be able to position her hand correctly, close, but not
TOO close to his cock.  Liz took several shots, trying different angles,
but didn't seem satisfied.

   "I'm sorry, Erin, but this just isn't working," Liz said, shaking her
head, "It's obvious your hand is well in front of his cock, and your thumb
is actually casting a shadow over it.  We need to have at least some of
'little Jeff' out in front of your hand."

   Liz showed Erin the test shots she'd taken, and Erin had to agree, they
looked like someone was trying to avoid touching Jeff's dick, let alone
jerking him off.  Which kind of was what was going on.  "How about I take
your hand and place it where we need it to be?" Liz suggested, "You just
have to hold your pose once I get you set up."

   Erin agreed, with the understanding that Liz that Liz would do what she
could to avoid actual contact between Erin's hand and Jeff's cock.  Liz
took Erin's hand and brought it to a spot slightly above Jeff's cock.  She
told Erin, "Keep your hand right where I'm leaving it, okay?" Erin nodded,
glad she'd had a workshop in an acting class that included exercises about
being physically placed in a position by another person and holding a
position indefinitely.  Those workshops sometimes got to be a little
awkward, but never got anywhere near as weird as what she was now
experiencing.

   Her viewpoint didn't allow her to see exactly what Liz was doing, so
when the unmistakable shape and soft skin of the head of Jeff's cock slid
across Erin's fingers on its way to a resting place draped over her
outstretched index finger, she almost jumped, but managed to not move her
hand away.

   Liz scrambled to take some shots of her handiwork, pronouncing herself
pleased but not quite satisfied, having Erin and Jeff hold their positions
while showing them both a few of the shots she'd just taken.  "Sorry, Jeff,
in my haste to get it set up I left most of your lovely cock hidden behind
Erin's hand.  Erin, can you please slide your hand back down his shaft a
bit so we can see more?  Don't let it drop off your hand, or we'll have to
start over!"

   Erin did as Liz requested, whispering into Jeff's ear as she did, "I
guess it's about to be my turn to apologize for some unplanned contact,"

   "It's okay," he replied, "Better than okay..."

   "Better than okay?  How so?" Erin whispered, gently closing her fingers
around his cock and beginning to slide her hand back towards him.  "Oh,
never mind, I can see things are already improving down there," she giggled
as she saw and felt the cock in her hand lengthening and thickening.  She
reversed her hand's direction, sliding it almost off the head of his cock,
which now needed no support, pointing up without any help.  "Oops, sorry, I
was supposed to be bringing my hand back the other way, guess I got
distracted," she said as she slowly slid her hand back to the base of his
cock.

   Having two women he barely knew handling his cock, one of whom was as
sexy as hell and as naked as he was, had made the hard-on now taking shape
all but inevitable.  Having two women taking photos of the whole process
only added to his arousal.  Liz was particularly forward, kneeling right in
front of him and photographing his erection from below, only retreating
when it began bobbing up and down on its own.

   "Time for a break, everyone.  Let's be back in 5 minutes." Liz
announced, looking slightly flustered herself.  Jeff quickly pulled on his
sweatpants, which covered but did little to hide his erection, then hustled
out to find the Men's room.  Erin moved more slowly, dressed at least
enough to be decent on her way to the Women's room, the sight of a
bare-legged woman in a boyfriend shirt being more common in the Art
department halls than that of a guy dressed only in sweatpants trying to
conceal a hard-on.

   Jeff would have been much happier if he'd found a private bathroom, or
at least an empty stall where he could have relieved the pressure built up
in his groin by jerking off, but both stalls in the only Men's room near
the studio were occupied.  Not being willing to take his pants down and do
it out in the open, he just splashed some cold water on his face.  As he
waited for the break time to be finished he wondered what Erin was thinking
about.

   Erin wasn't as uncomfortable as Jeff, but was feeling like the break was
an interruption; she wasn't sure of what, exactly, but was definitely
feeling frustrated.  She splashed some cool water on her face and wondered
what Jeff was thinking.

   On her way back to the studio, she thought about how her evening had
provided one surprise after another; only 4 hours ago she'd been happily
organizing outfits to be photographed in.  By 3 hours ago she had
reluctantly consented to pose in the nude as long as her identity was
hidden.  It had been less than 2 hours since she decided to allow her face
to be included in her naked poses.  Barely more than 1 hour ago, she'd
consented to pose nude with an equally nude man.  Leading her to the
position she'd been in just before the break a few minutes ago, being
photographed while practically giving a man a hand job.

   Erin couldn't help thinking about where things were headed before the
break.  She wondered, "how far would I have taken that last pose?  What
will Liz want us to do next?" There wasn't much left that Liz could ask of
her that she'd actually done in real life, in the privacy of a boyfriend's
car or her dorm room, and not while being watched.  Definitely not while
being photographed!

   She was lost in thoughts about what might happen in the 45 minutes left
before Liz would have to vacate the studio when Eric came up behind her,
asking, "So, you ready to see what Liz has in mind for us?"

   "Not hardly," Erin replied, "but a few hours ago I wouldn't have
believed you if you told me I'd do even a tiny fraction of what I have
tonight.  How about you?  I see you've gotten over the way I left you," she
said, pointing at his crotch.

   "The less said about that the better, it's kind of a sore subject, if
you catch my drift," Jeff answered.

   "Blue balls, really?  I thought that was a myth, just something guys
made up to get laid." Erin said, giggling.

   "Oh, it's a real enough phenomenon, believe me.  Nothing dangerous or
damaging, but plenty uncomfortable, I promise you."

   "Oh.  Sorry." was all Erin could think of to say before Liz popped out
of the studio and told them to come back to work.  Stepping back into the
alternate universe the studio had become for her, Erin thought, "Funny, it
certainly hasn't been easy, and I wouldn't have done it at all if I wasn't
being paid, but somehow I haven't been thinking of this as work.  Not
exactly play, either.  Maybe like a course on an interesting but unfamiliar
topic, or travel to somewhere thoroughly foreign.  Memorable, that's for
sure." Without bothering to be asked, she unfastened the two buttons she'd
put in place for her trip to the Ladies' room and tossed aside her shirt.
Jeff slipped his sweatpants off and draped them over a chair near the door.

   "Okay, guys, the next pose I'd like you to do should be very sexy, but
actually less revealing than some of the ones you've already done," Liz
announced, "Jeff, this should be pretty easy for you.  All you need to do
is lie down with your head and shoulders raised up by propping yourself up
on your elbows.  Erin, you need to kneel over Jeff, between his legs, with
your face just above him.  You'll start with your chin even with and in
between his nipples, moving closer to his waist, a few inches at a time, as
I'll direct.  Since I'll be shooting from behind and also from the side,
from the camera's point of view it will look like.."

   "It'll look like I'm going down on him!", Erin objected.

   "But your hair will completely block the area in question; this series
is all about uncertainty and the power of imagination," Liz explained.

   "Does what you said about me being to veto shots if I think they go too
far still apply?" Erin asked, still dubious.

   "Yes, of course," Liz answered, "I see this as a collaboration, if any
of us feels like we've been taken advantage of, this will have been a
failure."

   "Okay, I guess.  How about you, Jeff?  Are you okay with this?" Erin
asked.

   "Ask me again once I've had a chance to see them on the Ipad," Jeff
replied.

   "Great!  If you can get in position, we'll adjust the lighting and start
shooting," said Liz.

   Jeff leaned back and spread his legs to make room for Erin; seeing her
smiling at him as she crawled forward into position made him wish they were
doing this for real, without an audience.  Hearing the clicking of shutters
from two separate cameras resuming reminded him that they did indeed have
an audience, and they weren't really doing what it would look like they
were.

   Erin was relieved that the delay before starting on this pose had given
Jeff's erection time to settle down.  She had a seriously close look at his
cock as she made her way up over his torso.  Though no longer as hard or
long as it had been, it seemed to be far from limp, looking plump as it lay
on his left thigh.  She wondered what it would take to return it to its
previous glory.  Just as an experiment, she looked Jeff in the eye and
licked her lips in as salacious a manner as she knew how.  She tilted her
head down to look back at his cock, but didn't see any obvious reaction.

   "Nothing?  Maybe he just took it as a joke," Erin thought, "What if I
try something more obvious..."

   As she approached the spot Liz had designated as the starting point for
her photos, she let her head drift a little to the left, then off to the
right, briefly, but long enough for her to give both of his nipples a few
flicks with her tongue.  "That did it," she knew after sneaking another
look back at the somewhat longer cock.  Not satisfied with the limited
effect her experiment had produced thus far, she decided to keep up the
pressure until she saw an actual boner.  When Liz told her to begin her
trip back down Jeff's torso, she made detours to his nipples one more time,
this time planting a sloppy wet kiss on each of them.

   Hearing a barely audible moan from Jeff, Erin thought she should
probably end her mischief.  She had decided to behave herself when she
remembered how her long hair was hiding what she'd been doing and decided
to go on at least for a little while longer, kissing Jeff's chest a few
times, and continuing on his firm upper abs.  She was still planting kisses
on his abs when she recognized just how much of an effect she was having on
poor Jeff, as his cock, no longer just semi-hard and no longer pointing
down his leg introduced itself to the underside of her chin!

   "Okay, go a few inches lower now!" Liz called out.  Erin tilted her head
slightly as she crawled backward a few inches, allowing her chin to slip by
the hard-on she'd been encouraging.  When she brought her head back she
felt the warm head slide across her cheek and come to rest against her
lower lip!

   "Oh, this is bad," Erin thought, but quickly challenged her first
instinct, thinking, "we're both single, nobody can see us, not even Liz or
Maya, as close as they are.  He could have stopped me at any time but
didn't, so he clearly doesn't object.  Why not, at least a little?" She
rested her tongue on her lower lip, turning her head back and forth a few
times, licking the tip of his cock as she tipped her head slightly and
opened her mouth wide, swirling her tongue around the head as she dove down
on it.  She bobbed her head up and down on as much of his hard-on as she
could take in for a couple of minutes, then heard Liz call for her to make
one last shift lower.

   Hearing Maya on her right side, and more importantly Liz at her left,
Erin impulsively picked up her right hand to pull her hair out of the way
as she let the throbbing cock slip out of her mouth!  As she hoped, her
friend alertly captured images showing her mouth still wrapped around the
thick shaft and the bulging head just after she had released it!  Before
that night, the only time Erin had tried performing a blowjob was one night
during her Freshman year, when she let herself be talked into sucking the
dick of a guy she was dating.  The experience had been awkward and
unpleasant, with the dude not even getting hard before coming in her mouth
with no warning.  Letting Maya take photos of her going down on Jeff was
Erin's way of replacing the bad memory with a better one.

   Trying her best to not give Jeff's boner any further encouragement, Erin
behaved in as modest a fashion as possible when being photographed in the
nude crawling around on a similarly naked man.  Liz took many more shots
during the last couple of positions than at the earlier ones, giving him
time to return to a less aroused state.  When Liz was done shooting, Erin
and Jeff got to their feet and avoided making eye contact with either
photographer.  As Liz and Maya worked on the lighting setup for the next
pose, Liz pointed out that with only fifteen minutes left in her studio
time, this would have to be the last set of the night.

   "What was that all about?" Jeff finally asked Erin, "are you getting off
on teasing me?"

   "I didn't mean to, I just wanted to...I'm embarrassed to say it, but I
really don't have much experience with men, sexually," she stammered.

   "Wow, okay, I'm sorry, I thought you were just playing games with me,"
he replied.

   "No, I would have liked to have made..." she said before being cut off
by Liz.

   "Okay, guys, similar setup as last time, but with a few changes," Liz
announced, going on to explain, "Jeff, this time you'll be sitting up
straight with your legs together.  Erin, you'll be kneeling, straddling his
legs sitting with your butt back on his shins, just beyond his knees.  Both
of you, hold on to your partner's shoulders for support."

   Jeff took his place, with Erin settling in as Liz described.  As far
back on Jeff's legs as she was sitting, they each needed to lean forward to
reach the shoulders of the other.  Both Erin and Jeff thought this latest
pose was more awkward than erotic, but dutifully held the pose while Liz
stalked around them.  The one benefit the current setup had was the way it
practically forced them to look straight at each other, with each enjoying
a guilt-free full-frontal view of the other.  The view was sufficiently
inspiring for

   Jeff's erection to begin making yet another comeback, drawing a longer
look from Erin, and a smile.

   Eventually, Liz decided what would improve the pose was having Erin
slide forward a few inches, just to the thigh side of his knees.  The naked
couple did as Liz asked.  The pose didn't seem much more interesting, but
Erin and Jeff enjoyed not having to extend their arms straight out to reach
the shoulders of their partner.  They each leaned forward slightly,
whispering to each other as Liz experimented with different angles.

   "What do you think she'll ask us to do next?" Erin asked.

   "I have no idea at all, but this being our last pose together, I hope I
at least get to touch something besides your shoulders," Jeff replied,
grinning, "How about you, what do you think?"

   "About Liz, same as you, no clue," Erin whispered, "same as you on the
other thing, too."

   "Even with other people watching, with cameras going?" he asked,
stunned, "good to know!"

   Erin was still deciding how to respond when Liz told her to move a few
inches further up Jeff's thighs, surprising her subjects not a bit; they
were a little surprised by her next directions, especially how
matter-of-factly she said them.  "Take your hands off your partner's
shoulders and grab or rub their chest," she told them, as nonchalantly as
if she was asking them to smile.  Jeff and Erin looked at each other and
smiled.  She slid forward as requested, settling less than 6 inches from
his once again impressive hard-on.  She placed her palms flat against his
chest, rubbing his nipples with her thumbs.  Jeff quickly reciprocated,
cupping and squeezing her boobs while lightly pinching and tugging on her
nipples.  The sound of shutters clicking was practically constant, but by
now neither model was paying any attention to the presence of the cameras.

   Erin's pussy was already becoming wet when she leaned over and whispered
in Jeff's ear, "Do you think she's trying to get photos of us fucking?"

   "It does look that way.  What do you think?" he replied.

   "About Liz, or about us fucking in front of her?" she asked.

   "Either, but mostly about the fucking!"

   "Liz I can take or leave, but I'm definitely pro-fucking!" she replied,
hardly believing she was hearing her own voice saying the words.  She
thought to herself, "I may have given up on the saving myself until I'm in
a committed relationship thing, but at least I've got making my first time
memorable nailed!"

   "Really, are you sure?"

   Her reply was non-verbal but crystal clear; she took her right hand off
his chest and gave his cock a few strokes, then took his right hand from
her left boob, bringing it to her outer pussy lips.  By now it was obvious
to all four people in the room that what Erin and Jeff were engaged in was
no longer just suggestive posing, or even just fooling around.  The pair of
models had moved on to straight-up foreplay, regardless of what spectators
and their cameras might do.  It occurred to Jeff that it was strange to be
on the verge of fucking Erin without even having kissed her; he leaned over
and found her mouth with his, their tongues dancing around each other
seconds later.

   Without bothering to wait for any more directions from Liz, Jeff moved
his hands to her ass and pulled Erin closer, lifting her up enough for her
to guide his erection to her wet inner lips.  Erin's pussy resisted
briefly, but gave in as she lowered herself on it.  Noticing her initial
discomfort, Jeff let her set the pace; she eased his cock in slowly, and
settled in place for a long, delicious moment before beginning to rock her
pelvis to slide her pussy up and down his shaft.  Jeff lay flat on the
platform, freeing one hand to squeeze and tug on her boobs while the other
gently caressed the side of her face.  She leaned over him, supporting
herself with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other.

   The clicking of shutters and shuffling around of the pair of
photographers looking for the best angle was constant, but both Jeff and
Erin ignored their spectators, if they even noticed them at all.  After a
few minutes, Erin's head was spinning and her breathing was becoming
ragged. Though what she was feeling was different from the sensations
provided by her vibrator, she recognized the steadily strengthening waves
coursing through her as a signal that she was about to have an orgasm, her
first one ever involving a real, live person instead of a fantasy partner!
With her head tilted up, mouth wide open and eyes shut, she came,
shuddering as three or four waves pulsed through her.

   Erin kept up her rocking motion all through her orgasm, slowly tapering
off her grinding on Jeff's cock only after she had stopped quivering.  She
eventually realized that Jeff hadn't yet had quite as good a time as she
had done, but was still hard.  She lifted herself off his cock and began
stroking it, leaning over to whisper, "Your turn," to him.  The combination
of the insistent jerking she kept up with her right hand and the fondling
of his balls with her left hand was doing didn't take too long to produce
the desired result.

   Erin felt Jeff's legs tense up and his cock twitch a second before he
shot his load.  The first, largest blob stretched across her nose, lips,
and chin; a second, lesser spurt landed on the upper slope of her right
breast, sliding slowly down over its nipple, and a third spurt made it to
her belly.  Two more minor eruptions simply oozed out and flowed down off
the head and over Erin's right hand, still at work on his softening cock.

   Once Jeff's orgasm ended, the spell the pair of naked student models had
been in faded away and they became acutely aware of their appearance and
surroundings, including the pair of photographers who had been documenting
their wild behavior.  Maya and Liz finished shooting shortly after Jeff
came, then turned away and quietly organized their cameras and gear,
allowing Erin and Jeff a few minutes to compose themselves and to clean up
at a utility sink in the corner of the studio.  The only cleaning supplies
on hand fit for use on their bodies were tap water and paper towels, but
they made do and quickly cleaned up, Suddenly feeling self-conscious about
being naked, they hurried to put their clothes on.

   "It's pretty late, and I think we're all pretty tired," Liz said once
Jeff and Erin were dressed, "We could review tonight's photos now, but I
think getting together sometime tomorrow might be easier; what do you guys
want to do?" Everyone agreed to get together at the student center the
following afternoon, and all four went their separate ways.

   Erin slept fitfully, then got up on the late side for her, just past
10:00 AM.  Even after getting up, she had a hard time making herself get on
with her day, missing two classes.  She stayed in her room until lunchtime,
then reluctantly headed to the student center at the agreed-upon time. 
Liz, Maya, and Jeff were already there, sipping coffee in a booth and
looking at Maya's laptop.

   "You started without me?" Erin grumbled.  Their meeting was off to a
rocky start.

   "All we've been looking at is, well, see for yourself," Maya chuckled,
turning her laptop around so Erin could see the episode of 'Shaun the
Sheep' they were watching while they waited for her to show up.  Erin
realized she was coming to their meeting with a giant chip on her shoulder,
blaming Liz and especially Maya for coaxing her into exposing herself.

   "We did come up with a tentative plan for how you and Jeff can review
the photos and decide if you have any objections to Maya or me submitting
any particular shots for our class assignment," Liz said, "If it's okay
with you, Maya and I thought we'd leave you two here with Maya's laptop to
review and copy any shots you can stand our professor seeing from the
folder I already have open to one of the thumb drives we're leaving with
you, one for Maya's photos and one for mine.  If you don't copy it to the
thumb drive, then we can't use it.  We are supposed to turn in at least 6
photos for the figure study assignment, so please try to find at least that
many acceptable shots for each of us."

   The method Liz described seemed fair to Erin, but she still had some
doubts, asking, "What happens if we can't find that many, or even any that
we're willing to have you submit?"

   "I don't think it will come to that, there are plenty of shots where
nobody could possibly recognize you as the subject.  If you flat out refuse
to let us use any of last night's sessions, I guess we just wouldn't pay
you, and Maya and I would be screwed.  Please take your time and keep an
open mind."

   "I guess that works for me," Erin answered, then looked at Jeff and
asked, "How about you?"

   "Sure, I've got the afternoon off," he joked, pointing out the large
number of files to be reviewed.

   "You think you've got it rough having to go through 319 photos?  We've
already culled way more than half of the shots we took, either because they
simply were not good enough or just were duplicating another shot." Liz
replied, "Text me when you've made your selections."

   As soon as Maya and Liz left, Erin got herself a coffee and sat down
with Jeff to begin reviewing the photos, shuddering for a moment as she
sat. "You okay?" he asked, seeing her discomfort.

   "Yeah, I'm just getting my head around the fact that there are now
hundreds of photos of me in the nude.  This time yesterday there were
exactly zero, so I haven't had much time to get used to the idea," she
replied.

   "I know what you mean, but I think we can trust Liz and Maya," Jeff
answered.

   "I just met Liz last night, and Maya was willing to cheat me out of a
chunk of my modeling fee, so I'm not as trusting as you," Erin said, "Let's
get started or we'll be here all afternoon."

   They reviewed Maya's original photos, taken before Liz and Jeff showed
up.  Even though he had seen everything that these photos showed, Erin
blushed a little as he viewed them with her.  Her blushing intensified when
he lobbied for some of the photos she leaned towards rejecting to be
selected for inclusion in Maya's collection.  More often than not she ended
up agreeing with him on their merit, admitting that she had rejected them
because she was embarrassed to be seen so blatantly exposed.

   "The woman in these photos is beautiful," he assured her, "as long as
she can't be identified she ought to be proud of how she looks in them!"
Erin eased up a little on which poses she found acceptable, and by 3:00 PM
they had finished reviewing all of her solo photos.  They took a lunch
break before diving into what Erin was sure would be a harder process,
given how sexual the later parts of their session for Liz had become.

   As they ate lunch, Jeff surprised Erin, asking, "So, is this our second
date, or did last night not count because we were being paid?"

   Once she was able to avoid choking on the mouthful of veggie sub she had
in her mouth she answered, "I don't like the implication of what taking
money for some of what I did last night would make me if it wasn't a date,
so I guess we should call this afternoon our second date.  You should be
flattered, I usually don't show my dates hundreds of naked photos of myself
until at least the third or fourth date!"

   After finishing lunch, Erin and Jeff moved on to the photos Liz had
taken of them together.  As she had expected, Erin was even warier of
letting very many of the shots Liz took be submitted.  While her identity
was well hidden in most of Liz's photos, she had captured way more graphic
moments, in highly detailed close-up form.  If anyone she knew ever saw
these photos and somehow found out who the woman in the photos was...she
couldn't imagine how humiliated she'd be.  As with her solo photos, she
slowly became more flexible about which images she would approve. 
Eventually, she copied a dozen images onto the thumb drive, giving Liz some
options about what to submit.

   Jeff was way less selective with which photos to approve, but in the end
just accepted her choices, not objecting when she vetoed shots he had
chosen.  Their task completed, Erin pulled the thumb drive out.  Jeff was
about to shut down the laptop when Erin told him to stop.  She put the
thumb drive for Liz back into a USB port and dragged one more photo onto
it. "Okay, now I'm done," she told Jeff, "go ahead and shut it down."

   Jeff was confused, but he was glad to see her last-minute change of
heart; the photo she'd just added to the folder of approved images was one
he had approved even though he fully expected her to reject it.  He texted
Liz and Maya to let them know they were done reviewing the photos and ready
to return the laptop and thumb drives.  Maya replied right away, and Erin
volunteered to bring her laptop and thumb drive over on her way home.  She
was about to say goodbye to Jeff when he interrupted her, asking, "So when
should we have our third date?"

   Caught off guard, she replied without answering, "I assumed you were
joking about this afternoon being a date.  Are you really asking me out?"

   "Yeah, I am," he answered.

   "The last 24 hours have been a lot for me to process, give me your
number and I'll let you know."

   Jeff was pretty sure she was just going to take his number and ghost
him, but gave it to her and hoped for the best.

   A little less than two weeks after Erin's nude modeling debut, the
photography department's end of semester photo exhibit opened, with the
usual cheese and cracker snacks on offer to bring in more viewers than the
student work on display might on its own.  The faculty adviser for the
exhibit guessed that the current semester's photos would generate enough
word-of-mouth buzz to guarantee higher than usual attendance during the
rest of its run without free food.  He was proven correct, as the number of
students visiting the Art department's gallery was way beyond the norm,
only tapering off mid-way through the third, last week the prints were on
display.

   Late in the afternoon on the last day of the semester, and with it the
exhibit, only a handful of people were in the gallery.  A tall dark-haired
man who had been wandering around the gallery rejoined his girlfriend, who
was studying a large black and white print at the center of the gallery; he
told her, "People are saying that all of the models seen in the exhibit are
actually students here, but I really doubt it,"

   "Why not," the girlfriend asked.  "from what I can see, they all seem to
be more or less the right age, and there's no shortage of fit people on
campus.  I heard they can make a few hundred dollars for a couple hours of
work, that alone might be enough to get some people to pose naked.  Hell,
as broke as I usually am by the end of a semester, I might be willing to do
it myself!"

   "Oh, Becca, I certainly hope you wouldn't; just look at this one," the
man said, pointing at the photo she'd been looking at for the last five
minutes.  He asked her, "Honestly, why would anyone let themselves be
photographed this way, let alone allow their image to be put on display in
public?"

   "Jesus, Jason, I never realized how much of a prude you are!" Becca
replied, her voice rising, "The way it's framed there's no way to identify
her, and besides, it's sexy as fuck!"

   "I can't help myself," Erin whispered to Jeff, "I just never get tired
of hearing people's reactions to that photo, especially when they agree
with me," They barely were able to avoid laughing out loud as they
pretended to ignore the couple discussing the photo Erin had impulsively
added at the last minute to the collection approved for Liz to use.  "I'm
sure I'd feel differently if she hadn't cropped it tightly enough to keep
me anonymous, but since she did, I love that half the college has dropped
by to see your cum splattered all over me!"

   "Yeah, visiting the exhibit has been a fun way to start our 5th through
11th dates, but what can we do next semester once the exhibit is over?"

   "Well," Erin replied, smiling at her boyfriend, "Maya told me that the
course she and Liz got us to pose for is being offered again next semester,
so there's going to be a fresh crop of students in need of models who don't
mind being photographed in the nude!"