Morning pillow talk

John woke up first, but lay still so as not to disturb Doe. He kept his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of her body against his. Before long, though, as the sun began to creep through the blinds, she woke up with a groan. She turned herself around to bury her face against his chest, and he rolled over so she was pillowed on him again, rubbing her back.

"Mornin' sunshine." He said sleepily, but with a playful tone in his voice.

"Morning." She responded groggily.

"Sleep well?" He inquired.

Finally starting to wake up, Doe responded. "Oh yes, quite well. You wore me out last night."

"So," John began with a little tremor of fear in his voice. "I take it you don't have any regrets about it?"

"John," she began, looking up at him. "When I first considered losing my virginity before marriage, it was because I had the normal desires. But any guy I was with when I thought about it never felt right. But last night..." she paused, dreamily. "Last night was the most amazing thing I've ever felt in my life. I don't know what made me decide to choose you, but I'm forever glad I did."

"I was so afraid" John began, with building confidence. "That you would wake up upset or ashamed at what you had done. I always thought about you being my first, and being your first as well. I wanted last night to be amazing for you. I wanted to try to make your first time perfect."

"You did." She smiled up at him and gave him a light kiss on the lips. "You made it beyond perfect. I'm honestly not sure if I'll be able to have sex with anyone else without seeing how lacks compared to you." She blushed a little as she said this.

"I have one more question." He said, the nervousness returning to his voice.

"Yes, love?" She responded, apparently oblivious to the change in his tone.

"Do you still want me to photograph you today? Or was that just some random shot in the dark question you asked last night?"

"Yes, John, I do. At least I think I do. I want you to make me look as beautiful as you make all your other models look. I want you to make me look as good as that Annette and whatever other girls you've photographed nude." She responded, feeling a little down on herself again.

"There have been very few that I've photographed nude. But I don't think you need me to photograph you to make you beautiful. You ARE beautiful." He said, trying to be reassuring.

"Still, I...I kind of want it now. I think you'd enjoy doing it, and I'm kind of curious to see how they would turn out. Although I'm incredibly nervous about you taking pictures of me nude. Honestly, though, I halfway expected you to take pictures of me last night before we had sex." She said to him with a half smile.

"I briefly considered it, even though you said you didn't want any pictures taken last night. I thought about photographing you before and after losing your virginity, but then I was greedy and wanted the sight of your virgin to pussy to mine and mine alone." He smiled lovingly as he said this, pointing to his head.

"By the time we actually started having sex, I was so caught up in the moment that I probably wouldn't have even cared. But I'm also kind of glad." With that, she climbed out of bed and offered him a hand to get up, indicating that she did indeed want him to do it. "I'm going to go to my room and fix my hair really quick.
"Ok." He responded. "I'll grab my cameras and get dressed."

"No!" She turned around abruptly. "This may sound weird, but can you not get dressed? I might feel more comfortable that way?" She said the last part with an upward inflection, as if asking him if that made sense.

"Less exposed, maybe?" He offered.

"Maybe." She shrugged.

"Or maybe because we just had sex for the first time and you don't want to immediately transition into some business type of engagement." He laughed as he said this, and she smiled. She leaned up, and kissed him.

"I'll be back in a few. You can come down to my room after you get what you need and get the studio set up." She said cheerfully.

"We may not use the studio the whole time. I'll come down to your room in a minute and we'll talk." He responded.

John went to his studio and grabbed a couple of his digital cameras, an SLR and a point and shoot. Then he walked back to his room, and grabbed his beloved Nikon N2000 and popped a new roll of film into it. He set them down on the dresser, and then walked down the hall to Doe's room where he sat on her and watched her fix her hair. As she did so, he told her he thought he'd do part of the shoot in his room so the pictures wouldn't be so artifical and model-like.

"I don't want you to look like some model." He said, and tried to continue before she scowled at him, but failed. "I want to make you look like a real person is what I mean. Not like the generic pictures I took of Annette. We'll do some of that, but...oh, you'll see what I mean."

He walked over and hugged her, and held her for a few minutes.She hugged back, and leaned against him. Feeling a great comfort and security in his arms. "You ready?" he said, breaking away from her.