She couldn't believe what she was about to do. The man behind the counter showed her all the features of her new camera and explained the warranty.

All she could do is smile and say "Okay, yeah that's good" and such. Her heart was pounding and she was acting nervous. "All my life," she thought, "I've wanted to do this and NOW, now I'm gonna do it." She left the store and headed home for her computer, and some brighter than usual bedroom lights.

Thoughts flooded her mind as she drove, nearly running a red light. "Those really cute shorts, stretching around on the bed, and Oh!, the snaps! Aagh, it will feel SO good to do this. I've wanted to for so long." She got home and surprised Jan who was in the kitchen. "I did it!" she announced, I went and got a camera? Jan was shocked--Camille had told her about her fantasy and they both joked that if she ever went through with it that Jan would be the official photographer. They had been friends for a long time. They were both straight. But Jan always said that if she ever went through with it that she'd help her out. Camille went and changed Jan read the instructions on the camera. They found some extra lamps and set them up in the bedroom. Camille was 24, blond with medium short hair. She and Jan had been college roommates. She came out in some shorts and a really cute button down white shirt. She was nervous.

But Jan had photographed models before-- mostly clothing store stuff. But she knew what to look for.

They laughed and joked for a while, Camile striking poses and both of them falling to the floor laughing. Then Jan stood up and said, "Okay, let's do this!" Camille lay on the bed, pulling up a little of her shirt to show her navel her small wrists and fingers holding up the shirt a bit. She was so feminine. Her legs were long for her height.

She lay there smiling while Jan adjusted the lights.

"I feel a little funny about doing this in front of you," she said reservedly. Secretly she was proud of her body--she loved it when she could tell that someone was looking at her.

Even though she felt a little funny about taking off her clothes in front of Jan she knew it was the only way for her to get any taken. She wasn't seeing anyone at the time. "Unbutton your top button," Jan said curiously.

This time they didn't laugh.

For a moment Camille thought about it. "I'm about to take my clothes off in front of my best friend and this camera," she thought. She lay there and squirmed around a bit. Then it happened--her heart started palpitating and she took a short breath. The first two buttons broke loose. There was skin showing that was quite a ways south of her navel.

Jan looked at her friend for a moment, then started clicking. Camile was a natural. Not like some kind of porn star but a natural at expressing her feminity.

And her sexuality. She sat up with her legs crossed indian style and arched her back slightly. Like a perfect little princess. She unbuttoned her shirt and it slipped off of her shoulders.

Her nipples, rock hard already poked through the bra she was wearing. Her breasts were small and firm. Suddenly she became playful and lay down on her tummy hands propping up her chin.

A great shot. Jan took more pictures and said, "Yeah, I like this pose, it shows off your arms and shoulders," she said, "Plus I can see your nipples," she quipped. They were comfortable but Jan sensed hesitation starting to creep in. She knew she would have to take over if they were going to be successful.

"Okay, now I want you to stand up," she said. Camile stood up.

"Now," she went on, "I want you to take off those shorts. Camille unbuttoned them further. Her white lace panties came into view. They waited. "Take them off," Jan said.

There was a tone of understanding yet gentle prodding in her voice. Camile took them down to her knees, then dropped them altogether. Jan kept clicking. These were very dainty panties--her labia outlined the lace. It was very sensual. Guarding her most intimate were three snaps. She had always been fascinated by the snaps. She lay back down on the bed and started rubbing her stomach. Sitting up again she looked at Jan who said, "Now I want you to imagine all the men out there who want to see your breasts." Jan waited for her friend to respond. Without saying anything she undid her bra and allowed her two firm breasts to emerge into the world of men's fantasies. "How many would climax while looking at these," she mused, her nipples erect for the world to see! Jan noticed her friend?s arousal somewhere else. Camille stretched out again. "Ooh, this feels so good, she said opening her legs for the camera. A dark area was beginning to appear near the bottom of the front of her panties. Her normally blond pubic hair was now distinctly visible through the moistened lace. "Oh this is really good, you should seet this," Jan said noticing a more than revealing indication of her friend's mood--she was wet clear through! Slowly Camille slipped into her masturbating routine. Thoughts flooded her mind: "I'm so wet, Ooh, I can't believe I'm, these lights, oh, in front, Jan, I want to spread really wide, oh yeah that feels so good, my breasts..." She started rubbing her stomach and started down underneath her panties. The gentle smell of her sex began to fill the room.

Here was a girl, who so very naturally, was showing the camera a glimpse into a woman's most intimate expression.

Jan finally admitted to herself she was aroused.

She was really liking these photos.

She felt as though her friend was giving her some thing that years of friendship could not. She was giving herself.

Not giving of herself which she had done many times, but giving herself. Camille pulled and tugged on her panties. She ran her fingerunder the edges. She even pulled them aside exposing a little bit of pubic hair. But she couldn't bring herself to letting go. Deep inside her she wanted to expose herself she wanted the world to see her, fully aroused and swollen with desire. She felt the hot lights.

She listened to the clicking and the voice of her friend's approval and encouragement. Camille was lost in her own world of pleasure but she couldn't let go. She writhed and moaned softly. She knew those snaps held that last token of her nudity. They guarded her most intimate female parts. She knew she had to do it. At that moment Jan, from behind her camera finally said it. "Unbutton those snaps for me." From the back of her mind, in her foggy pleasure the message was crystal clear. "Jan wants to see my softness," she thought. Once again her mind raced.

She moaned and arched her back and stopped.

Then a warm and gentle feeling came over her like she was reaching a plateau. She knew just like an orgasm that at some point you go over the falls. But this one was mental. In a shaky voice, her body quivering she just said, "Okay.

" She could feel Jan's desire.

She knew that her friend loved her. She wanted to give her what she wanted to see. She touched the snaps. She looked down slightly and with her slender fingers she began tugging at them. One by one they broke free. She clutched the upper part in her hand and lifted it up. The bottom fell away revealing her entire vulva. There she was at the precipice of nudity.

Her sexual self expression nearing it's height. Her personal place throbbed, almost in pain. She rubbed it slightly and then let go with several long contractions. The feeling went over her in waves each one longer than the one before until with a few jerky contractions she was done.

Her love was wet, for the world to see.