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ARTMERIT camera hands and she (22 March 2007)

I truly don't know if Rachel saw through my act. She

was so damned serious about art. I could tell by the

way she hung on every word of the professor. My own

interest in the arts was less genuine. It was just an

easy minor up to this point. The plan was that I would

graduate with a major in physical education, and a

minor in art, and never have to do a moment of real

work in either one.

So far, it had been an easy ride, but now that I was

in my last year, the students who filled the other

chairs in my art classes were different. They were like

Rachel, and totally bought into the culture of art

appreciation. I had to pretend a bit to fit in.

It didn't make it any easier that the professor,

Allan Weaver, was really into modern art. He would show

us slides of the most abstract crap, and praise it as

the best art of the twentieth century. The weirder the

better, it seemed.

" I want you to open your minds, and commit to

experimenting with various ways of communicating your

artistic vision, " he told us in the first class. Most

of our grade would be determined by a single project to

be displayed any time during the semester. " I

encourage you to consult with other pupils in this

class in your personal project, but you will be graded

individually on your own completed piece. "

That was the cue for the class to divide up into

little artistic cliques. I latched onto the group with

Rachel right away. There was something about her that I

found irresistible. I had passed some of my earlier

courses with a foray into erotic photography. If I

could convince Rachel to be my model, I was just sure I

could pass the course.

And even if I didn't... well, nude pictures of this

cute thing would be worth the cost of the course.

To my surprise, she agreed to do it.

" Whatever you need me to do, Rylan, it won't bother

me. It's for the sake of art. Of course, in return, I

hope you'll be my model. "

" Definitely, " I told her.

Those are the fickle winds of fortune. When they're

blowing your way, you just have to put up your sails,

and blow along with them. I excitedly planned a photo

session for the next week. In the meantime, whenever I

saw her in class, my heart skipped a few beats in

anticipation.

The girl was a work of art in herself. Not in a

Baywatch sort of way, mind you. She had these dark

framed glasses that really accented her blue eyes, and

short auburn hair that she clipped out of her face with

barrettes. I got little hints of her body through the

baggy clothing she always wore, but I was looking

forward to getting a better view.

In fact, my mind was so occupied with her, that by

the time I actually had the camera in my hands, and she

was pulling her T-shirt over her head, I had no idea

what kind of artistic statement I was trying to make

with the photographs.

I looked at her through the lens of the camera like

a voyeur, catching a glimpse into an unknown woman's

bedroom. She undressed as if I wasn't even there,

completely unashamed. I caught a glimpse of the top of

her breasts as she bent forward to take of her khakis.

Then I could see those pale blue panties, so

beautifully outlining her ass. Her body was untouched

by the sun, pale and soft. I realized I was shaking a

little. Her eyes caught the lens, and my moment of

voyeurism was over.

" Where do you want me ?"

I desperately wished that I had given this some

thought before I asked her over to my apartment. She

continued to undress, slipping off her socks, and then

unsnapping her bra.

" How about a few shots with you just leaning

against the wall ?"

She nodded. There was no shame as she revealed her

breasts to the camera's view. They were small but

perfect. Her nipples puffed out from the roundness of

those wonderful mounds. I took my first photo as she

bent forward again to pull down her panties. I captured

the outline of those pointed nipples they hung

invitingly beneath her.

For the first time since I began taking art course,

I began to feel inspired. I wanted to do justice to her

beauty. She was the perfect model. Every movement of

her body was carefully planned. She was willing to take

any pose, and lose herself in the art.

I tried to keep up with her, to capture every nuance

of her beauty. In the end, I shot three rolls of film,

my hands shaking as I changed rolls. There was

something very special about this girl, and I was eager

to capture it.

Our final set of shots were close-ups. My cock

bulged in my jeans as I knelt behind her naked body and

steadied the camera for a shot of her raised ass. She

allowed me this pose, and then spread her legs a little

more so that I could include her pussy in the next

picture.

We were taking a slow pace now. I circled her

quietly, taking pictures of her on her hands and knees.

Finally, I sunk down in front of her. We were nearly

face to face. I found my shot. I captured the tops of

her breasts as they hung beneath her, and the gentle

curve of her soft belly behind them.

For a second, I thought that we would kiss, but I

let the moment pass. I regretted it later, but I was

too absorbed in the photography. When we were finally

done, I could barely wait to develop the film.

It's hard to be objective. The next day, I stood in

the dark room while her images ripened on the paper.

Surrounded by her beauty, it was hard to choose just a

few of the shots for display. Rachel was perfect. I

couldn't wait to exhibit the photos to the class.

" Ladies and gentlemen, " announced the professor, "

it appears we have the first completed project of the

semester. Rylan Davies is ready to display his

photographic series, entitled Perfection. "

Rachel sat nearby. I wondered how she would feel

about the photos I chose. Sure, she was unashamed when

posing, but this would be in front of all her

classmates. The room darkened as I prepared the slide

show.



The first slide appeared on the screen. I had

started the series looking for a little shock value. It

was the close-up of Rachel's ass and pussy from behind.

Her privates covered the entire screen, in vivid black

and white. There was no sound from the room.

Every detail was clear for all to see. Rachel was

displayed for the world, only they didn't know who she

was. I paused on this one. Maybe I was showing off a

bit.



A full body shot, cropped just below Rachel's face.

We had agreed not to reveal each other's identities in

our displays. In this shot, she cupped her beautiful

little breasts in her hands, as if offering them to the

viewer of the photograph. Just a shade of hair covered

her crotch.



This was the shot that had almost ended in a kiss.

It wasn't the best of the photos, but it carried an

extra erotic thrill for me. I sneaked a glance at

Rachel now, her face dimly lit by the light of the

slide projector. She was wearing a little smile, but

didn't return my glance.

There were twe