Trade places with her

“OK, you take pics of me, I’ll show you what I want to see,” you tell Sabrina, passing the phone to her.

She raises an eyebrow, but takes the phone and gets out of the seat. You switch spots, with you on the chair and her playing photographer. As a starving young college student, you’ve always kept a trim figure and even if you’re not the most gorgeous looking guy, you’re not ashamed of your looks either. You pull off your top and shorts again while trying to instill some of that self confidence into your poses to be an example.

“I want to see you do more vogueish magazine shots like this,” you explain to her, leaning into the chair in a half turned position with your butt pointed out. You looked off in the distance, slightly upward as if you were the statue of David. Sabrina continues to look at you incredulously. “Go ahead, take the shots,” you urge.

“...OK…” she replies, shaking her head at your attempts to model. She holds the phone up and snaps the shot.

You change your pose, not being shy about your own nudity. Whether you’re self conscious or not, you want Sabrina to believe you are totally comfortable so that she could be too. You plant your foot onto the seat of the chair like a conquering hero and let your junk hang out. Sabrina gives a look of mirth and disbelief. You rest your hands on the small of your back so that your chest would puff out, then stare into the camera lens with the most serious face. Sabrina has to stifle a laugh.

“Oh come on now, be serious,” you prod.

“Sorry,” she replies, still snapping away while trying not to look at the ridiculous display.

“Is this not sexy?” you ask, waving your dangling berries for her.

Sabrina covers her mouth and shakes her head, but still snaps the shot.

“How about this?” you ask, spinning your cock like a helicopter.

This makes Sabrina crack up. She can’t even look at you anymore. She turns away, snapping wildly at whatever her arm is pointed at. You walk over and take the phone away from her and chide, “Hmph! Some people don’t appreciate good talent!”

At this point Sabrina is trying to wave you off between her guffaws. She stumbles about almost drunkenly from the giggles. You point your phone at her and when she looks up while still having her laughing fit, you snap a candid shot. Sabrina looks natural and at ease in the shot, while also full of life.

She has to lay down on the couch before she falls over from her fits of laughter. You wait for her giggles to subside as you admire her beauty, stretched out across your couch. Finally she lets out a soft sight and looks up at you.

“You’re silly,” she says with a grin.

You lean over the back of the couch and hold out your camera for her to see your last shot.

“Oh,” she says, shocked. “I look so nice in that!”

“Yeah, that’s a keeper,” you agree.

“So… you still want a nude selfie?” she asks.