The playground equipment

(Chapter originally by faith on writing.com)

Minako handed over the last of her things for Fuuka to stuff into her bag. Covering herself self-consciously, the brown haired girl looked around nervously. By design the little shrine was meant to evoke a feeling of peace and isolation, built a little ways back from the surrounding streets and featuring heavy foliage on all sides to shut out the rest of the city. But it could not shield visitors from the not very distant thrum of city life and busy streets that surrounded the tiny shrine as surely as the sea engulfs an island. The noise was a constant reminder that hundreds of potential witnesses were wandering around on every side, only a few yards away from sighting her nude body.

The pair made their way to the back of the shrine, were a half finished play scape stood. Minako made her way gingerly to a slide, sitting herself on it and covering up her breasts with her arms, posing like a mummy. Fuuka took a few snap shots, then shook her head.

"Minako-san...these...aren't very good." She said at last. "Some of that is my fault, of course. I'm still getting used to taking pictures like these. But...you seem very stiff in these photos as well."

Minako nodded. "I'm sorry, Fuuka-chan. This all came as a surprise to me, and I'm still really nervous here!"

"I'm sorry, Minako. I should have told you everything earlier. But I...was afraid what you would say." Fuuka said, a little downcast.

"I know, I know. I'm trying to relax, but nothing is working!" Minako said. "I can't get over being naked out here where everyone can see me! Plus, your standing right next to me with your clothes on and my clothes in your bag and taking pictures. You could run off and leave me here any minute and I couldn't do anything to stop you!"

"You know I'd never do something so awful!" Fuuka protested.

"I know, I know! But I still can't help thinking about it."

Fuuka sighed. "I'm sorry. This was a silly idea."

"Hey, don't do that. Come on, we can still make this work! I just need to be a little less nervous, right?" Minako asked.

"......" Fuuka paused. "Well, it should be the photographer that puts the model at ease. Is there...something I can do to help?"