Girls On Film

Prologue

When it came to getting his girlfriends on camera, Peter felt like an idiot for not having thought of it sooner. He was a semi-professional photographer and both Mary Jane and Gwen were ludicrously photogenic. The idea was almost too sensible to believe, and he quickly brought his offer to them, not bothering to be very subtle about it. "I want to do a sexy photo shoot with you two," he'd said, as blunt and immediate as possible. "Just some private pictures, but I think it would be a lot of fun."

Not only did the girls agree to it, but while Peter set up some space in their apartment for shooting, Mary Jane and Gwen went out to pick up some extra special lingerie for the occasion, promising it was going to be amazing. He prepared himself as best he could, setting up lighting and taking a few test shots to make sure he had everything right where he wanted it, already planning out scenes and shots in his mind but knowing his devious girlfriends were both likely to have their own ideas and depravities in mind for him. Ideas would come naturally, and they were probably cooking up their own assorted depravities as they shopped, which only further enticed Peter, leaving him curious about their shopping trip but certain there was going to be lots of potential for steamy fun out of this, not stressing himself out about the mysteries behind their ways.

When they came back, the girls forced Peter out of the room. "We don't want you to peek," Gwen told him as she shoved him in and locked the door.

"Don't even think about sneaking out, I'm pulling the curtains!" Mary Jane called playfully, pulling them to keep Peter from being able to crawl out on the walls and catch a peek, which left him to sit and wait in the bedroom while they laughed and undressed, changing into the lingerie they had bought and leaving Peter to ache in desire The wait wasn't easy, as he sat there fiddling about with his camera, fretting with his shirt, groaning and wishing they would hurry up and he could get out there, but they were taking so long that Peter was almost certain they were making him wait for it.

"Okay Peter, come out now!" they said in tandem, and it felt like they'd had him in the room for an hour. It had been three minutes. He walked out, and almost doubled back into the bedroom as he marveled at the sight of them.

"Fuck," he groaned. "You two look gorgeous."

They were certainly trying to make themselves look that way; lithe, fit bodies and sweet curves were flaunted with positions meant to draw Peter's eyes. But then, he had seen them naked, seen them in any kind of clothing imaginable, and never had they looked quite as amazing to Peter as they did now. Their lacy, fancy bra and panties sets hugged and lifted in ways he hadn't ever seen their clothes do before. The sets were identical save for the colour; red-haired Mary Jane had white, and blonde Gwen wore black, the perfect contrasts leaving him even more enticed as he drew slowly closer.

"I'm glad you like it," Gwen said, "Because we did charge it to your credit card."

"It is basically a present to you," Mary Jane agreed, teasing and wiggling her hips as she leaned against Gwen.

"That's fine," Peter said, throat tightening up a bit. "We can... Yeah, it's fine. Let's just get you two into position." By the smiles they wore, he half-expected them to be joking about that bit, and he did his best to just push on past it, ignoring their teasing and starting to corral them into place. He had the lights all set up to make sure everything was going to be well lit and his pictures came out amazingly; he didn't just want to have his fun tonight, but to make a fun that he would always be able to come back to again through these pictures.

The first few pictures were some very standard fare. Gwen and Mary Jane leaning against each other, holding hands, some shots of both girls' perky butts as they turned around and bent forward. Lots of smiling and friendliness between the two lovers with arms around shoulders or waists. It was a pretty standard photo shoot at first, something that Peter was rather happy with for the sake of keeping everything moving smoothly, letting things start off normal before they were due to twist into madness. He kept going, kept the photos coming as he snapped pictures of them in all manner of gorgeous and flirty but very chaste positions. It was a matter of starting slow and letting things build into the risque.