I started college a few years late, and although I was an undergrad, since I was 21, I was living in the graduate dorm, which had two wings for the men, and two wings for the women. I was in the basement laundry room one evening. I couldn't fail to notice a strikingly attractive coed working on her Algebra homework, while she did her laundry. I assumed, from what she was studying, that she was also a slightly late undergrad.
Being a Physics major, Algebra was child's play for me. Also, since it's is a rather basic course to be taking in college, I thought perhaps she wasn't the sharpest math student. Feeling rather outgoing, and flirtatious, I mentioned to her that I was quite good at math, and had tutored a few students over the years. 'If you ever have any problems, and need some guidance, here's my dorm room number, and my phone number.'
We struck up a conversation, during the course of which, it came out that I was in the photography club, and had access to the black and white darkroom (this was long before digital cameras).
Of course, my ulterior motive was to get to know this lovely coed, although I wouldn't have minded just being her Algebra tutor, as there is great satisfaction in seeing someone's math skills improve. Since I had been quite forward, and *I* had given her my dorm room and phone numbers, rather than she giving me HER numbers, I really didn't expect to ever hear from her.
However, as things turned out, that was not to be the case...
A couple of weeks later I was in my room, doing some studying, when there was a knock on the door. Most surprisingly, it was her! I figured I was going to have the opportunity to tutor her, which would give me an 'in' to get to know her.
However, she had completely different plans. She held up a 36 exposure roll of Tri-X (a very common 400 ISO Kodak black and white film), and said, 'Do you have a camera?' Of course I did, being in the photography club. I had a nice Olympus OM-2, with several lenses. 'Sure I do. Why, what did you have in mind,' I asked her.
(Keep in mind this was before digital cameras, and the ubiquitous nude photography that people engage in these days.)
'I was wondering if you would be willing to take some nude photos of me, and then print them in the dorm darkroom?'
My jaw dropped. At that point in time, nude photography was somewhat rare, and the opportunity had never presented itself to me before. Every boy's dream of being a Playboy photographer had fallen into my lap!
'Er, uh, sure,' I stammered. I quickly recovered, and said, 'When did you want to do this?'
'I want to do it here in your room, right now. Do you have time?'
Oh man, I felt the beginnings of an erection immediately.
'Absolutely I have time. Let's go for it!'
We started by hanging some sheets on the wall, as an impromptu way of creating a simple, clear background, so the photos wouldn't look so amateur-ish. We also pointed all the lights in the room towards the bed, so there would be enough available light. I still couldn't quite believe that this was happening to me, and almost wanted to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming.
'That background looks, fine, let's go,' she said, and she proceeded, with no bashfulness whatsoever, to strip down to her bra and panties, and jump up on my bed. 'Are you going to load that film in your camera or what,' she said. She was really ready to go!
With somewhat shaky hands, I managed to get the film loaded, and mounted a 105mm f2.5 lens (good for portraits) on the camera.
Very comfortably, and naturally, she started assuming somewhat suggestive poses, and I took a couple of photos of her, in her bra and panties. I could tell immediately when she turned around, got on her knees, arched her back, pointed her ass at me, and turned her head to look back at me, that simple 'glamour' shots were NOT what she was after.
'How's this look? Take one of me in this pose.' I obliged. Snap.
Since we only had 36 exposures on the roll of film, she progressed quickly. She was totally in charge, and knew what she wanted, so I gave her no direction whatsoever, I just let her do whatever she wanted, and took a photo each time she had posed herself.
The photos ended up going like this...
She undid her bra and let the straps drop off her shoulders, and held the bra in place with her hands. Snap.
She dropped the bra completely, exposing the most wonderful set of tits I had ever seen. 'When I lick my lips, take a photo.' Snap.
At this point, I had a full erection, and made no attempt to hide that fact. It was an erotically charged situation for both of us.
Then she stood up on the bed, and pulled her panties down a little, showing just a hint of what was hiding below. Snap.
She pulled the panties down to her knees, exposing her lovely pussy, with very neatly trimmed hair. From the little I could see of her lips, it looked as though she'd shaved them. Snap.
She stepped out of her panties, and stood with her feet apart, so I (and the camera) could see more of her pussy lips, which were indeed shaved. Snap.
Then she sat down, folding her legs underneath her. Snap.
'Are you scared of me? Aren't you going to take any closer photos?'
So I moved in a bit closer and took another photo. Snap.
She got up and turned around again, got on her hands and knees, with her ass pointed at me, looking back at me with the most sensual look. I had a clear view of her pussy and asshole. I moved in as close as I could, while keeping both her ass and face in the picture. Snap.
She turned around and sat down with her knees pulled up, and together. Snap.
Then she spread her knees apart, and I had the clearest view of her lovely pussy yet. Her lips were perfectly shaved (this was before that was the current fashion). I think she must have shaved just before she came down to my room, because I couldn't see any stubble on her labia whatsoever. Snap.
I still couldn't believe this was happening. I was in heaven!
From this point on out (there was about half the roll of film left), she stayed sitting down, with her legs spread apart.
She put her hand down on her pubic mound, suggesting that she was going to touch herself. Snap.
Although I was closer to her, I was still taking photos that kept her whole body in the frame. 'I want you to take some close-ups of my pussy too, don't forget that.'
She put her index finger on her clit. Snap.
Then she spread her lips apart, and I could see, from the cream that was showing, that she was clearly aroused. (My erection was raging, and so damn obvious in my jeans.) Snap.
The rest of the roll was dedicated to her masturbating right in front of me. 'Don't wait for me to pose anymore. Just watch me, and take photos whenever you want.'
She'd rub her clit, in small circles. She'd put one, and then two fingers in her pussy, which was now so wet it would make squishy sounds when her fingers went in and out. She was really getting into it. Reaching up with one hand and playing with her nipples, licking her lips, just really letting go.
Within a couple of minutes, sadly, the 36 pictures on the roll were all used up. I told her we had finished the roll.
'Cool! I think that went really well.' If she only knew how much I had enjoyed it!
'I know it will take some time, and be a lot of work to make prints of all those pictures. You'll have to let me repay you somehow. I can think of something right now.'
Oh God, here we go...
'I'm naked, so you get naked too, it's only fair.' I couldn't get out of my clothes fast enough. 'Come up here on the bed with me, lie down, and I'll give you a handjob. Will that do as payment?'
'Of course,' I told her!
She put two fingers way deep in her wet pussy and got them nice and wet. Then she wrapped her hand around my raging erection and started to stroke me. I was so excited by all the photography that I came in just a couple of minutes, and squirted many times, all over my chest. It felt glorious.
I grabbed a towel and cleaned myself up. 'You know, I got really turned on having you take those photos. I could use some release as well.' I didn't hesitate for a moment and had her lie down and spread her legs wide.
I got down between them and began to play with her pussy, slowly and gently at first. I ran my fingers up and down her glistening slit, gently brushing her clit when I was at the top. I started moving faster, and then stuck a finger into her pussy, and I could feel how wet she was.
She started to really gyrate her hips at this point, and I could tell she was close to cumming. I put the palm of my left hand on her mound, and rubbed her clit with my thumb, while I kept thrusting two fingers in and out of her. Within a few minutes of this, she came really hard. I could feel her contractions on my fingers.
Being only 21, should the situation present itself, I could cum a second time with no problem. Given that I was so excited by the photo session, I knew it would be really easy for me.
Let's just say that us masturbating each other was only the beginning of our lovemaking. We did anything and everything to each other that night, acting like two wild animals, with no inhibitions.
I'll never forget that evening. Before she left, she gave me her phone number, and told me to call her when the prints were done.
After I developed the film, made a contact print, 4x5s of all the photos, and 8x10s of the really good ones, I got in touch with her, and she came to my room to pickup the negatives and prints. She was really pleased (as was I) at how they had turned out.
What she didn't know for sure, but may have suspected!, is that I printed a second set of 4x5s (and some 8x10s as well) for myself. When I got a scanner a few years ago, I dug them out and scanned them into my computer, and cleaned them up a bit in Photoshop. Now they're safely tucked away in a folder, and also on my backup hard drive.
I would NEVER post them anywhere on the Internet, but I love that I have those images as a reminder of that magical evening.
Having written this, I'm a bit aroused at the moment. I think I'll go to that folder on my hard drive and relive the memory, while I jerk off...