Date: Thu, 21 Aug 2003 18:42:37 +0000
From: Adrienne St. Martin <adrienne_stmartin@hotmail.com>
Subject: Adrienne's Erotic Adventures: Snapshots (bi)

This story is a work of fiction (unfortunately), and the characters
contained within are completely made up.  Do not read if you are under 18.
Email if you have comments, suggestions, etc!


Snapshots


As with many people, university was a time of real awakening for me.  It was
my first time away from home for an extended period of time, my first
experience out on my own.  There were other interesting and new things I
experienced, too...
I was initially terrified about living in residence with a stranger as a
roommate, but my fears were unfounded.  My roommate and I quickly became the
closest of friends; she wasn't in any of my classes, but somehow we always
found interesting things to talk about.
Anyway, I'm wandering off topic.  This story really started one morning in
February.  My roommate had left for her first class of the day, and I was
lounging around the room, savoring the fact that my first class started at
1pm.  I had the latest edition of the campus newspaper with me, and was
scanning the classifieds for an apartment for next year.  I circled a few
ads to look at again later, and kept scanning the page.  Underneath the
section for housing was one called
"opportunities"...mainly things like student jobs, that kind of stuff.  I
skimmed down, and a tiny ad at the very bottom caught my eye.  It read:
"MODELS WANTED to pose for anatomy photos for med study.  Partial nudity
will be required, faces will not be photographed.  All models remain
anonymous and will be compensated, 18+ only please."
At first, I was slightly disgusted by this.  Who on earth would allow
someone to photograph their privates?!?  I'd grown up in a very conservative
household, and was not at all comfortable with the idea of nudity, whether
it was mine or someone else's.  I put down the paper, and sat down at the
computer to check my email.
If the internet hadn't been really slow that day, I probably wouldn't have
thought any more about the ad.  However, as I waited and waited for the
browser to load, images of myself flashed unbidden into my mind.  I imagined
myself spreading my legs for the camera, letting everyone see my vagina.  I
started to breathe shakily, and realized suddenly that I wasn't disgusted by
the thought at all.  In fact, I was kind of turned on.
Now this really confused me.  I was only 18 years old, and completely
sexually inexperienced.  Sure, I masturbated from time to time, but I had
never had a serious boyfriend, and had never...you know, done anything with
anyone.  I hadn't been seen naked by anyone in at least ten years, and back
then it was only my parents and doctor.
So, if I was so shy and inexperienced, why did the idea of posing for these
photos excite me?  I had no idea.  But soon, I had the ad next to me on my
desk, and was trying to work up the nerve to phone to book an appointment.
I spent an agonizing few minutes talking myself into it, and I finally
grabbed the phone, dialed the number, and booked a time later in the day.

The next few hours seemed to crawl by, as I tried to find something to
occupy myself, and keep my mind off the events to come.  I was really
nervous, but really excited too.  It was a strange combination, and it kept
me from being able to focus on anything.
When the time was finally near, I walked hesitantly over to the medical
building, and found the office listed in the ad.  I was thankful that I
didn't know anyone in the med school, or else I might have run into them and
had to explain why I was there.  I took a deep breath, pushed open the door
and stepped inside.
It looked just like a doctor's office, which I guess is what it was.  I told
the receptionist I was there, and sat down to wait my turn.  My heart was
racing, and I was extremely nervous...why had I signed up for this?  Did I
have the nerve to go through with it?
Too late.  The inner door opened, and I was called in to a small room
exactly like a doctor's examining room.  Inside was a friendly woman who
introduced herself as Dr. Jones.  She invited me to sit down on the
examining table, and asked to see my ID.  Seeing my confused look, she
explained that it was just to make sure that I was 18, and that I could
cover my name if I liked.  I showed it to her, and seemed satisfied.
"Okay, why don't we get this done?  First of all, I'd like to remind you
that you are under no obligation to pose, that you can leave at any time,
and that your identity will be protected completely.  Do you understand?"
I nodded.
"Okay then, this won't take long at all.  If you could just take off your
pants and underwear, and sit back down on the table?"
I stood up shakily.  She looked away from me, and started preparing the
camera.  Again, I drew in a really deep breath.  Here goes nothing!  I undid
my belt, unzipped my pants, and stripped them and my panties off in one
fluid motion.  I sat back down on the table, instinctively keeping my legs
clenched together.
Dr. Jones finished fiddling with the camera, and turned to face me.  "Could
you sit back against the wall, and spread your legs as wide as you can?"  I
complied, completely exposing my vulva to her and the camera.  She focused
and took a quick photo.  "Now could you spread your vaginal lips apart with
your fingers?  We need a detailed shot too."  Numbly, I reached down and
pulled apart my labia, revealing my dripping vagina and throbbing clit.  She
moved the camera even closer between my legs, snapped a final photo, and
told me that we were finished.  As I hurriedly put my pants back on, she
thanked me again for helping out, and showed me a second door which led out
of the office.  This way there was no chance of the person with the next
appointment seeing who I was.
I left the medical building, and practically ran back to residence.  Once in
my room, I locked the door, stripped naked, and brought myself to orgasm
twice on my bed.  It had been a nerve-wracking experience, but was still the
most arousing and erotic thing I'd ever done.  I swore to myself that I'd
find more opportunities to explore my sexuality like this.  And, it turned
out, I did...