"Stupid idea." Keri stomped over to her camera and sighed disgustedly.
She had the bright idea to take some sexy pictures for her boyfriend Rex for his birthday, but doing it herself was nearly impossible. Ever critical of herself, she hated something in every photo. That one, her nightie wasn't adjusted right. The next one, her face looked more awkward than sexy. Then next, she had a double chin... the list went on and on.
The real problem was that she was a tad self conscious, and she wasn't feeling sexy. Keri decided that it would be best to wait and take the pictures some other day when she wasn't in such a foul mood.
She grabbed her silk robe and pulled it over her nightie, tying the belt in a sloppy bow. Heading for the kitchen, Keri tried to sort out exactly what had her in such a foul mood lately. Work? Sort of. Home? Kind of. Rex was a little ridiculous. Maybe that was the problem. She didn't have warm fuzzy feelings for him, so she was having trouble doing this picture thing.
The conclusion satisfied Keri's wonderings, and she grabbed a can of soda from the fridge. She plopped herself on the couch and turned the radio up a few notches, letting the slow soothing beat loosen her up. It wasn't but a few minutes until she was singing along with her eyes closed, swaying in her seat.
The electronic buzz of her cell phone startled her, and Keri grabbed it off the coffee table, fully expecting Rex. It wasn't. It was Dave, her best guy friend.
"Whatcha want?" Keri took a sip of her pop.
"You don't sound entirely pleased to be talking to me." Dave's deep voice rumbled in her ear.
"No, it's not you. I'm just irritated."
"Tell me about it."
Keri briefed him on her frustrations with the 'photo shoot', and he made an offer.
"Want me to come take them for you?"
"Ha! Right. Like you wanna watch me rolling around in lingerie." Keri laughed, but Dave was oddly quiet.
"I mean it. I owe you." Dave tried to sound light, but there was some underlying tone that Keri didn't quite understand.
"Well, come over then. But you don't understand what you're getting yourself into."
"Be there in ten."
The call was disconnected, and Keri scrunched her eyebrows together. Weird.
She and Dave had dated briefly almost eleven years before. But it was a high school puppy love kind of thing that had never went anywhere. However, they maintained a friendship, and he was very valuable to her. He was there the minute she needed him, for anything. It never occurred to her to wonder why.
Dave pulled up in front of Keri's apartment ten minutes after he had hung up. He'd been there so often he had it down to a science. He needed to calm himself down though; he was here to do her a favor, not cum in his pants. He had never really gotten over her, and he kept waiting for her to see him again. Really see him. Like a love interest, not just a friend. Dave was beginning to give up hope. It had been so long, and she seemed happy with what they had.
He had long ago decided he'd rather have her as a friend than not at all, so there began the problem. He watched her with the different guys she saw, and none of them were right for her. None of them were good enough for her. Like the current guy. Tex. Or was it Rex? Whichever. He was a drunk and just because he brought home a paycheck didn't mean he was worth a shit.
Dave shook off the heavy thoughts and put on his best friend face.
Keri had seen Dave pull up so she got up and unlocked the door.
"So you're trying for a sexy photo shoot huh?" Dave laughed at her as he stepped into the house.
"Yep, and if you're going to make fun of me, you can go back home." Keri stuck her tongue out at him.
"Blah blah. What have I told you about that tongue?"
"I know, I know. Don't get it out unless I'm gonna use it. Got it."
The good natured teasing continued for several minutes, and finally Keri got them down to business.
"Look. Just take some pictures, and make sure I don't look fat, awkward, or in pain. No double chin either, please." She flashed a grin.
Dave picked up her camera and turned it on.
"All right. Just lay back against the arm of the couch. Play hard to get."
Keri did as she was told, and one upped him by showing off her profile instead of her face. With her nose that tilted up at the tip, and her silk robe, she looked haughty. Dave snapped a couple, and moved to different locations in the room to get different angles. He finally stopped right next to her and whistled.
Keri glanced up at him, the ghost of a smile tilting up the left corner of her mouth. He snapped, and knew right then he wished he had a copy of that picture.
"Okay. Just start taking off your robe or something. I'll just snap random pictures, and we'll go through and delete them afterwards. Be sexy. Be natural. You are sexy." Dave could've bitten off his tongue. He couldn't believe he said that out loud.
Keri didn't seem to notice as her hands drifted to the belt. She pulled an end slowly, glancing up at him from under her lashes. The camera snapped a mile a minute already, and she was just getting started. She was about eighty-five percent uncomfortable. He'd seen her naked before, years ago. Then there was the fact she was even taking the pictures, and she again cursed her stupid idea. Though she had to admit, it was nicer with Dave there.
She shrugged the robe off one shoulder, then the other. Keri stood and let the fabric cascade down her arms, and she bent over deliberately to retrieve it. Her nightie was sheer, tying between her breasts and flowing down either side of her torso. A black thong completed the ensemble, and she almost sighed as he slid between her cheeks when she bent over.
Something Keri hadn't planned on was happening. She was getting turned on, and with that she began losing her inhibitions. She leaned on the arm of the couch, her breasts spilling out over her arms. Her nipples practically popped out of the top of the bodice. The black negligee perfectly accented her left-over tan from the summer. She still had a light dusting of freckles, and Dave had the sudden urge to play connect the freckles with his tongue.
