Two young guys who are thoroughly confused (and delighted) by her

"Wha'choo want?" a voice called through the door.

"I am Kjerstin Sukken, from Sweden," she responded politely, as she was taught to by her parents. "And apartment 213"

"Suckin'?" the man repeated.

"Yes."

"Like that's your hobby?"

Kjerstin paused, confused. "I do not understand."

"Suckin' is what you do best?"

"No it is not something I do," Kjerstin tried to explain. "It is something I am." She thought she heard laughing behind the door. Maybe they were watching television.

"So is that why you're here?"

"I am here to take pictures. Of me. For you...." she paused, confused by her own words and the silly grammatical rules of english. "Naked pictures," she added, as if that would clarify things.

The door was open in a flash, and she found herself staring at a skinny black boy who might have been a few years older than her. Or maybe the same age. She couldn't tell with other races, they all looked the same to her.

"Damn, they're even bigger than they were through the peephole!" he exclaimed, eyes fastened on her tits.

"They are very big, as you know," she said, jutting out her chin as his words about the peephole confirmed her suspicions. After all, everyone knew that was part of a camera. Either the part you look through or the part that takes the pictures - that she couldn't remember.

"I'll go get the camera!" said another black guy. He was as fat as the other was skinny, and tall as Kjerstin was she had to look up a whole ten centimeters to his eyes before he dashed off.

"So you admit it!" She exclaimed, triumphantly.

"Yeah, I sure do," the guy said to her tits. "Enormous!"

"I knew it! I was in the shower pleasuring myself...." she stopped, embarrassed at the admission.

"Shit, you were masturbating? You wanna show us?"

"I... I mean, I saw the light."

"Like, an epiphany? You thought you should show other people your body? Like us?"

"What? No, I saw a light. Someone taking pictures. You taking pictures!"

The eager fat man had rushed back in time to hear her words, and started backing away almost as eagerly as he'd arrived.

"What? You're accusing us of spying on you?"

"No. Of taking pictures of me naked. Me naked, I mean," she blushed. "With that camera!" she pointed.

The boys looked at the camera, then her, then each other as they decided how to respond to the hot piece of ass standing in front of them.