The Freshman
Copyright 2005 by EC

Chapter 23 - A photo shoot in Huntington Hall

A very eerie silence settled over the university once all the 
students had departed for the holidays. A couple of coffee shops in 
the student center remained open to serve the handful of students 
living off campus not traveling, but the dorm area was totally 
deserted. Even most of the RA's had left. A couple of her co-
workers were coming back right after New Year's, but Cecilia was 
the only RA who would spend the entire Christmas break in the dorm.

The dorm's manager decided to make her duty RA during the break and 
give her the keys to the entire building. In the morning she had to 
unlock the service entrance to let the janitors in, but apart from 
that, she would have Huntington Hall to herself until after New 
Year's. 

Two days after Jason left there was a heavy snowstorm that 
blanketed the university. With the students gone and only the 
service entrance of Huntington Hall remaining open, there was no 
need to shovel the sidewalks. With the sidewalks buried under a 
foot of snow the dorm area became even more deserted, silent, and 
desolate.

During the days she was snowed in, Cecilia was able to relax in 
many small ways she couldn't when the dorm was full of students. 
She greatly enjoyed the silence surrounding her. The only noise she 
would hear during those three weeks would be whatever noise she 
chose to make. Sometimes she played classical music or a CD from 
"Socrates' Mistresses", but more often everything was turned off 
and her room was as quiet as the rest of Huntington Hall. The quiet 
was very nice for a soul starved for tranquility.

She remained busy, active on the Internet or preparing for the 
upcoming semester. She spent several days making major revisions to 
the website of "Socrates' Mistresses" and improving her knowledge 
of digital art and web graphics. She experimented with sound files, 
looking for the format that would best suit the band's Internet 
needs. She got caught up on the news by reading on-line articles 
and corresponding with Kimberly and Cynthia Lee. The days flew by 
in spite of the void Jason's absence had left in her life.

For most of the break Cecilia didn't bother to get dressed. Under 
the influence of her boyfriend, during the fall semester she had 
become used to sleeping naked. With the heat turned up in her room, 
she also enjoyed not wearing anything while studying or relaxing. 
Even when she went to the bathroom she knew there was no need to 
get dressed, since there was no one else on the floor to see her. 
The first few trips she simply wrapped herself in a towel when she 
went to pee or take a shower. Later, as she became more comfortable 
walking around in the vacated building, she began leaving her towel 
in her room. As she walked down the hallway with the cool air 
blowing against her bare skin, she reflected how much like Jason 
she had become in being comfortable with her body.

Three days after the dorm residents had left, Cecilia had built up 
enough dirty clothes to need to do a load of wash. She made a 
rather important decision; she would not get dressed when she took 
the dirty clothing downstairs to the laundry room. Why bother? 
There was no one to see her, and it would be nice to have every 
article of clothing in her room clean and put away, with no 
exceptions. With her heart pounding and the thrill of erotic 
excitement going through her thoughts, she walked down the stairs 
wearing nothing but a pair of flip-flops. Her heart continued to 
pound as she placed the clothes in the washing machine, turned it 
on, and went back upstairs.

Naked, she made several more trips up and down the stairs to move 
her clothes to a dryer and later pull them out. She unfolded an 
ironing board and spent the next hour ironing and folding her 
clothes. She put the ironed clothes in a basket or on hangers, and 
then made several more naked trips up and down the stairs to move 
everything back to her room and put it away. By the time she was 
finished, she no longer felt that she was doing anything daring. 
She was becoming used to being naked outside of her room and found 
it quite enjoyable.

From that point forward she began doing her building checks in the 
nude, wearing just her sneakers and carrying the dorm keys and her 
radio. She patrolled the deserted hallways several times a day to 
stretch her legs. She enjoyed walking around the empty floors and 
exerting herself going up and down the stairs.

From doing her building checks in the nude, Cecilia progressed to 
exercising in the nude. In the director's office there was a 
treadmill. Because the environment outside was so bitterly cold, 
she had no desire to go out, not even to stay in shape. Instead she 
decided to exercise on the treadmill by walking and running, still 
dressed in nothing but her sneakers. She did not have to worry 
about her boss catching her naked in his office, because she had 
his dorm keys and he would need to radio her if he wanted in the 
building. So, twice a day she entered the office to spend an hour 
walking and jogging on the treadmill. By the end of Christmas break 
she had worked herself up to running two miles non-stop and walking 
an additional four miles.

Cecilia's sexual urges did not diminish over her three-week 
confinement in the dorm. With Jason absent from her life, she 
returned to her old routine of self-pleasure. She spent countless 
hours masturbating and gently caressing her body with her 
fingertips. Usually she stayed in her room during her lengthy 
sessions of self-love, but not always. One of the best orgasms 
during her three weeks of solitude came one night in the commons 
area during a very heavy snowstorm. She sat in front of a bay 
window on a sofa, caressing and fondling herself in the open room 
as a layer of new snow blanketed the deserted university. What 
excited the RA was the fact the window was in plain view of the 
entire campus, but because she was sitting in the dark and it was 
snowing, she was invisible to the outside. She wondered what the 
dorm's freshmen would think if they could have seen their no-
nonsense RA sitting naked in the commons area, sweaty and gasping, 
her legs spread to the world, giving herself an orgasm.

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For the second time of her life, Cecilia faced the prospect of 
spending Christmas alone. It was ironic that she had plenty of 
people in her life who cared about her, but their circumstances 
prevented them from being available to spend any time with her on 
Christmas. 

Dealing with being alone at the end of December was very hard on 
her. Christmas was the one time during each year Cecilia had good 
memories of her life in New Jersey. She knew that it was easy 
idealize those few pleasant moments that stood out in an otherwise 
very bleak life, but she couldn't help it. As hard as it was to 
believe, as Christmas loomed she even missed her family.

Christmas always had been the one time during the year the Sanchez 
family could ignore their personal problems and set aside their 
disputes. Cecilia, her mother, and her cousin always spent a couple 
of days preparing traditional Dominican dishes, so the family 
always ate well during the last week of the year. Whatever money 
they had was spent on gifts and decorations. Neighbors always came 
over, and there were numerous invitations to visit other families 
in the housing project. There were Church services and midnight 
masses, traditional Spanish Christmas music to replace the ever-
present Salsa and Rap that permeated the project, and Christmas 
pageants at school and at church. Cecilia did not miss very much of 
her life in New Jersey, but she did miss Christmas.

She spent a lot of time corresponding with Kimberly Lee about 
Christmas in Upper Danubia. Kim also missed Christmas, but for a 
different reason. The Danubians did not have any major celebration 
of Christmas on December 25, but instead combined the celebration 
of Christmas with celebrating New Year's a week later. The 
tradition was to spend the hours before midnight with family 
members, then attend Temple services for an hour, and then to spend 
the following day and evening visiting friends and exchanging 
gifts. 

"Christmas used to be a bigger deal than it is now, but since the 
Danubians are getting back into their old religion, the Catholic 
holidays don't matter to them too much anymore. I miss my family 
and sometimes miss the way we do things in the US, so I feel for 
you about missing Christmas with your own family."

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On the morning of December 24, Cecilia got a call from Suzanne 
Foster. She was greatly surprised, because she had thought that 
Suzanne would be off-campus like most of the other dorm residents. 
She had indeed left for the holiday, but had to come back because 
of a fight with her father. Her dorm director, aware of her 
difficult personal situation, decided to waive the rule about 
having her stay out of her room over the Christmas break and let 
her back in. She would have to eat out of the dorm, but at least 
she could sleep in her room.

Suzanne was very upset over her latest fight with her father. She 
had been forced to leave her family's house the morning before 
Christmas and faced spending the rest of her vacation alone on 
campus. Cecilia decided to get together with her friend, have 
lunch, and give Suzanne a chance to have someone to talk to. As bad 
as she felt for Suzanne, she was glad to have a familiar face on 
campus to alleviate her own loneliness. For the first time in over 
a week, Cecilia got dressed and nerved herself to face the bitter 
cold outside to walk over to Suzanne's dorm.

The two women crossed the university to eat at a restaurant just 
off-campus, and then wandered around a bit until the stores began 
closing. During that entire time Suzanne talked about a disastrous 
end of the semester. In a three week period she had broken up with 
her boyfriend, been accused of cheating on a term paper by a 
professor, and had a vicious fight with her father.

"The cheating hassle was why I never called you when the Dukov 
group was here. The ethics panel actually had me go to a hearing 
and I had to bring in all my research stuff. I mean…I had to go to 
the library and get all my books and take them over, dig up my 
notes…I even had to go through the trash to get some scraps of 
paper that I took notes on. Any you know why they accused me of 
cheating? Simply because the way I write is kinda like the way one 
of the professors here writes. I didn't even know who the guy was, 
but they said I was copying his work. I'll tell you, I'm mad about 
this…really mad, and I told them that. Anyhow, they cleared me, but 
I don't know if really they believe me or not. And, I don't know if 
the professors are gonna trust me after this, because the whole 
thing's gotten around the department. Let this be a lesson to you, 
keep your research notes for your papers."

Suzanne vented her anger against her boyfriend, who was art major 
specializing in painting. The guy had not really done anything all 
semester except create a few very bad paintings. He had no job and 
Suzanne had been paying for their dates. On top of everything else 
he had flunked a couple of his classes at the university and was 
considering taking classes at the community college. Since he no 
longer was going to be student at the university, he would have to 
move off-campus and really had nowhere to go.

Suzanne snapped when he told her he wanted to keep his stuff in her 
room and sleep there until he came up with something else. She was 
fully aware he would not be able to come up with anything else, and 
probably would want to stay indefinitely. Furthermore, by having a 
male stay in her room, she would be risking getting kicked out of 
the dorm. The answer was no. No stuff in my room, no sleeping in my 
room, no using my meal card to eat in the cafeteria. Go find 
someone else to support you, because I've had it. And by the way, 
you'd better change your major, because you don't know how to 
paint. What you call a painting is something I could have done when 
I was in kinder garden. 

Suzanne went home to her father's house in an irritated mood. She 
made the mistake of telling him and her step-mother about the final 
two weeks of her semester. He promptly used the cheating accusation 
and her most recent break-up to ridicule her, and heap his usual 
contempt on her life and her efforts in college. Suzanne, still in 
a rotten mood from the events over the past two weeks, simply left 
the house without saying anything and returned to the university.

Cecilia was curious about the odious behavior from her friend's 
father and why she put up with it.

"You know, you take a lot of shit from your dad, and I don't get 
it. I'm tellin' you, if I were you, I would've told him to go fuck 
himself a long time ago. There's no way I'd put up with what you're 
puttin' up with. So, how come you're doin' it? How come you're 
takin' his shit?"

"I don't know, Cecilia. I don't know why I'm doing it. I'm always 
asking myself the same thing, but I keep hoping that someday things 
might be different. I keep hoping that he'll change, I mean, go 
back to the way he was when I was little, and we might be a family 
again…like before my mom left."

"It's not gonna happen. You don't have any family, 'cause your 
dad's just a rotten person. You gotta deal with that. That's your 
reality, and you just gotta face it. That man's no good, and you 
know he's no good. He doesn't deserve you bein' nice to him."

"I guess. I don't know myself why I'm this way…why I can't let go. 
Right now I just can't."

Cecilia, upon realizing she wasn't going to get Suzanne to change 
her outlook on her relationship with her father, decided to change 
the subject and work on improving her friend's mood. She invited 
Suzanne back to her room to listen to the latest CD sent to her by 
Kimberly Lee and to look at the website draft she had prepared. 
Suzanne, who had more of an eye for aesthetic appeal than did 
Cecilia, made several suggestions to improve the over-all 
appearance of the webpages, including a change in the color scheme. 
A few mouse clicks accomplished those changes, and yes, the 
webpages did indeed look better with the new colors.

Suzanne was in a quiet mood and ready to listen to Cecilia's 
adventures with the Danubians. She was impressed that Cecilia 
actually had sat for dinner with the country's Prime Minister and 
made a suggestion that perhaps salvaged an international treaty. 
Cecilia talked at length about the final week of the semester on 
her floor and her efforts to get her residents to pass their 
classes. While they were talking Cecilia burned an extra CD for 
Suzanne, figuring that her advice on the webpage more than made up 
for the fact she was giving a friend the band's latest music for 
free.

Suzanne invited Cecilia back to her room to look over the photos 
she had taken in the art department studio earlier in the semester. 
It was strange to see her own body, completely stripped in a 
totally empty setting, her brown skin sharply contrasting with the 
white backdrop. She was surprised at the pictures' quality, and 
also at how attractive her own body appeared in the pictures. 

"Dang…I look good in these. They're really great."

Suzanne handed over a folder containing copies of the entire photo 
shoot. It occurred to Cecilia that she now had at least one decent 
Christmas gift she could give to Jason; she could have a couple of 
the pictures framed and present them when he came back from 
Wisconsin.

The photographer then announced that five of the photos would be 
included a city-wide exhibit of figure photography in January. That 
news both frightened and excited Cecilia, the knowledge that 
hundreds of photography fans would be studying her figure in 
detail. However, whatever reservations she might have had about 
being placed so prominently on display she would have to keep to 
herself, because she had signed a model release. 

Cecilia looked over some of Suzanne's other work, which included a 
black football player who had posed nude in different spots around 
the university gym and stadium, various models posing outdoors in 
parks and forests, and a lot of shots of the Tri-Alpha 10-K race. 
The strangest photo shoot of the semester was of an older professor 
posing in his office. The man was in his 60's and there was 
absolutely nothing attractive about his body, but somehow Suzanne 
had managed to make the subject intensely erotic.

"I like this set, and I really don't know why. Anyhow, he's 
retiring in May, and he's going to let me do an art show with this 
project once he's safely out of the university. It's sort of funny, 
when you think about it. I've got my statement I want to make with 
these pictures, but he has one as well, which is different from 
mine. He told me it's going to be his way of saying goodbye to his 
life as a scholar."

Looking at her friend's work had intensely aroused Cecilia. In 
spite of her nervousness about her images being presented in the 
art show in January, she secretly found herself wishing she could 
do another photo shoot. The photographer, who was very good at 
discerning the thoughts of her subjects, picked up on that 
immediately.

"I got a question for you. You say there's no one else in 
Huntington Hall except you?"

"Yeah, it's gonna be just me 'till after New Year's. Sometimes the 
janitor or the repair guy shows up and I gotta let 'em in, but 
that's always in the morning and just for a couple of hours. If 
they ain't around I always keep all the doors in the building 
locked."

"You know, I was thinking about something. If you got that whole 
building to yourself, we could take advantage of that to do some 
more photo shoots over the next couple of days. I'd have plenty of 
time to set up and get the lighting right. If you're up for it, I 
think we could get some really great pictures, even better than the 
ones from the studio."

Cecilia's heart jumped. She was indeed up for another photo shoot. 
After nearly two weeks of being without Jason, she was full of 
pent-up sexuality. A lengthy picture-taking session in Huntington 
Hall would be perfect way to release her emotions.

As it got dark outside, Suzanne and Cecilia loaded themselves with 
her photography supplies and made the trek from Suzanne's dorm back 
to Huntington Hall. They had to make two trips, because Suzanne 
wanted to bring all of her lighting. Cecilia then offered to open a 
vacant room to her friend and get her a set of linens, so she would 
not have to return to her room at night. The offer also gave 
Suzanne a place to keep her equipment, which she gladly accepted. 
She added a toothbrush, a bottle of shampoo, and comb to her camera 
bag and with that the two women trudged through the snow to get 
back to Huntington Hall.

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Suzanne's plans turned out to be quite ambitious. She had a unique 
opportunity to take advantage of having an entire building 
available for nearly a week to do with as she saw fit. The first 
thing she did was tour all of Huntington Hall, including the 
rooftop and basement. She turned on and off all the lights, took 
measurements, looked out the windows, and explored the most secret 
areas of the dorm. She seemed particularly fascinated with a 
section of the basement, carefully looking at the pipes and several 
concrete pillars as she pondered the underground area.

Suzanne let her model know that she planned to spend several days 
taking pictures and she wanted the project to be a serious artistic 
undertaking. She also let Cecilia know that while shooting, she 
would be in control, period. If Cecilia wanted the project to be 
successful, she had to follow the photographer's commands with no 
questions.

"We're going to be doing some experimental stuff, and I'll be 
asking you to do some things that might make you nervous. But if 
you get nervous, that's fine, that's going to be what I want. The 
photos I'm planning are not just going to be about your body in 
this dorm, but also your emotions."

She wondered what on earth Suzanne meant by that, but she still 
wanted to go through with the photo shoot. She was determined to 
see how far her friend could push her and what the artistic results 
would be. She knew that Suzanne's personality completely changed 
when she was taking pictures; that she became very demanding of 
anyone modeling for her. When Suzanne was behind the camera, she 
was the boss, period. She expected her model to follow her commands 
and put forth every bit of effort to make each frame work. It was 
Suzanne's job to take care of the lighting, camera angles, camera 
settings, and picture developing, but it was the model's 
responsibility to put forth the effort and emotion needed to 
provide acceptable subject matter.

Suzanne was aware that over the past couple of weeks Cecilia had 
not worn any clothes while alone in the building. As soon as she 
was settled in her room she directed her model to undress. Cecilia 
returned to her room and pulled off her clothes. Her heart 
pounding, she stepped back into the hallway as Suzanne's camera 
flashed at her figure. Her friend now was in complete charge of her 
life, and would remain so until the photography session ended. The 
very first thing she told Cecilia was that would not be allowed to 
get dressed again until the photo session was over. 

"I want to get as many good shots of you as I can, and I don't want 
pressure marks from your clothes to show up in the images. Also, I 
want you to get used to running around in the nude, so it'll be 
something you won't be worrying about later on. This photo session 
is going to be all about you, not about what you're wearing."

Suzanne began by directing her model to take whatever dirty 
clothing she had downstairs to the laundry room. Cecilia did not 
have much that she needed to wash, but she obeyed and walked down 
the stairs with a basket as Suzanne's camera clicked behind her. 
There were more pictures taken in the laundry room, pictures of 
Cecilia walking up and down the stairs, pictures of her moving 
around in the hallway, and pictures of her ironing and putting 
everything away. 

Suzanne spent Christmas Eve and the following day taking pictures 
non-stop of her model doing every daily activity imaginable, all of 
it in the nude. Cecilia was on the move the entire day doing 
housework, even though cleaning Huntington Hall was not her 
responsibility. She was ordered to clean a bathroom, mop the entire 
cafeteria floor, cook a meal, wash dishes, run a vacuum cleaner in 
the entire second floor hallway, and straighten the furniture in 
all the building's common areas. Suzanne ordered her to tidy up the 
building's reception desk and then sit down and do some work at the 
computer. She ordered her to go into the director's office and do 
some work at his desk. Then she ordered Cecilia to go upstairs, put 
on her tennis shoes, and use the treadmill.

"You'll need to put some effort into your running. I want you 
sweating before you're done."

Cecilia ran a full three miles, non-stop at a fast setting before 
Suzanne let her stop. She was covered in persperation and gasping 
for breath when Suzanne finally turned down the setting and let her 
slow to a walk to cool down. As the sweat continued trickling down 
her body, Suzanne took more pictures of her model walking: from the 
front, from the back, and from each side. There were pictures of 
her stretching, and then pictures of her taking a shower with the 
shower curtain open. Because water had spilled on the bathroom 
floor, Cecilia had to get on her hands and knees and clean it up 
with a towel while the photographer photographed her. The 
photographer directed to turn her bottom towards the camera and 
spread her knees and arch her back while she was wiping the floor, 
to expose herself as much as possible. She felt the bathroom's cool 
air blowing against her bottom and vulva as the camera flashed 
behind her.

As Christmas Day progressed, Suzanne's pictures became more 
intimate and the camera more invasive. Cecilia no longer noticed, 
however. She was tired from all of the housework and by the end of 
the day had totally forgotten that she had spent the last 24 hours 
in the nude in front of her friend. She got on her computer and 
began reading and sending e-mails. She was able to completely 
ignore Suzanne and follow her normal routine. Being ignored was 
exactly what Suzanne had in mind, because she wanted the pictures 
to be natural.

When it was time for Cecilia to go to bed, Suzanne continued 
documenting her friend's life. Cecilia took the bedspread off her 
bed and turned up the heat, so that she could sleep with no covers 
and be photographed throughout the night as she moved about on the 
bed. Suzanne dimmed the lights, adjusted her camera lens to 
maximize the limited lighting, and patiently watched her model 
while she slept.

About three in the morning Cecilia woke up and heard the quiet 
clicks of Suzanne's camera. Half asleep, she walked down the 
hallway and into the bathroom to pee, as with Suzanne following 
her. When she returned to her room, she still was half asleep but 
felt very aroused. Her sexuality surfaced, partly from missing 
Jason, and partly from the feeling of being submitting to Suzanne 
and being documented in every intimate detail. Ignoring the fact 
her actions were being captured on film, she began caressing 
herself, gently running her fingertips over her stomach and 
breasts. Slowly her fingers moved to her thighs, then ever closer 
to her clitoris. She spread her legs and gently massaged her labia 
and touched her vagina. She rolled over and ran her hands over her 
bottom, gently caressing her backside as she rubbed her front over 
the bed. She then flipped on her back to continue teasing herself 
up front. Suzanne very quietly moved about the bed with her camera, 
capturing everything in minute detail. Cecilia's expression changed 
as she moved closer and closer to climaxing. She became wet and 
began sweating as she teased and tormented herself, striving, as 
always, to delay the orgasm as long as possible.

Suzanne took numerous pictures, quickly using up her film and 
desperately swapping used rolls of pictures for unused ones. This 
was her chance to document a real orgasm. Sure…there were plenty of 
pictures of women pretending to have orgasms, plenty of pictures 
that looked as fake as a three-dollar bill. This was different. 
This was the real thing, and when the pictures were developed it 
would be obvious that it was genuine, a real woman truly enjoying 
her own body.

After Cecilia went back to sleep, Suzanne returned to her borrowed 
room to restock her film and make sure the most recent pictures 
were safely stored until they could be developed. She then took off 
her own clothes and slept for a couple of hours, but woke up at 
daybreak and got dressed to make sure she was in Cecilia's room 
when she got up.

By the middle of the day after Christmas Suzanne had documented 36 
hours of Cecilia doing every imaginable daily activity in the nude. 
She wanted to change her focus and take pictures of her model 
actually posing instead of just moving about naturally. There was 
no question that Cecilia felt perfectly comfortable with posing, so 
it was time to move on to more ambitious pictures. 

As she followed the photographer's lead, Cecilia's intense 
sexuality fascinated Suzanne. She decided to bring that out as much 
as possible throughout the second full day of shooting. Her 
ultimate plan was to seduce her friend. She did not want to make 
physical love to her, but instead have her subject to make love to 
the camera. Slowly she manipulated Cecilia's emotions as she 
gradually persuaded her to assume ever more revealing and 
submissive postures. Cecilia found herself under a spell of her own 
making, desperately wanting to surrender herself and be taken. She 
was wet and her eyes were glistening with sexual desire. For the 
entire afternoon her soul belonged to the photographer and her 
camera.

Finally, at about 10:00 pm, Suzanne could tell that intense 
exhaustion was overtaking her model's intense arousal. She allowed 
Cecilia to clean up and get back on her bed for some sleep. As 
before, that second night she allowed her model no bed covers and 
absolutely no privacy. Cecilia ended the day desperate to relieve 
her burning desires. With her friend's camera quietly clicking 
nearby, she masturbated uncontrollably for a very long time before 
finally climaxing and falling asleep.

At the end of the second full day of shooting, Suzanne was 
exhausted herself, but was exhilarated at the total success of the 
project so far. She wanted more. She knew that the next day she 
could get even better pictures out of her friend if she handled her 
correctly. She looked about the room to see what might truly arouse 
Cecilia, but at the same time scare her and test her emotional 
limits. 

She noticed the drawing of Jason, bent over, with belt marks 
covering his exposed backside. She peeked in the closet, and saw 
two very heavy old belts hanging just inside the door. It was 
obvious that Cecilia never wore those belts, because they were 
men's belts; too big, too weathered, and too thick to be worn by a 
young woman. Behind the belts was hanging a small black leather 
paddle. Hmm…so that's what Cecilia's into…OK, that's what I'll get 
her with tomorrow…

Suzanne returned to the basement, where she would finalize the most 
important episode of the shared experience with her model. There 
was a thick cement pillar standing in the middle of the room. By 
sheer luck, it had several u-shaped pieces of metal imbedded in the 
concrete that must have been left over from when the building was 
being constructed. She looked at the concrete support beams above 
her head. There were additional u-shaped pieces of metal embedded 
in the beams. That was perfect. The next day she would used the 
pillar and support beams to tie Cecilia in different poses and 
photograph her in bondage. She needed some rope, which she knew 
would be somewhere in the building, because it was needed to hang 
banners. Finally she found what she was looking for, several long 
pieces of soft nylon rope rolled up in a box with some old cloth 
signs. She put one piece in her pocket and laid out the others near 
the pillar. Then she went upstairs to get her lighting. Once the 
lighting was set up and tested, the basement was ready.

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The next day Cecilia slept until late in the morning. The room was 
illuminated by the snowy-white weather outside, which allowed the 
photographer to get some very good pictures of her model sleeping. 
For a while Suzanne simply sat next to the bed, admiring the petite 
dark figure lying face down on the mattress. Her legs were spread 
slightly and her bottom was completely relaxed, leaving her bottom-
hole and vulva exposed to the well-lit room and Suzanne's camera. 
She took a few close-up shots of the intimate dark area between her 
model's soft brown bottom-cheeks. She was surprised when she found 
herself tempted to reach out and gently caress that tempting spot. 
She resisted that temptation, angry at herself for having sexual 
feelings towards her sleeping friend.

Cecilia finally woke up and looked into the camera with eyes heavy 
from sleep. She went to the bathroom and took a brief shower, once 
again leaving the shower curtain open so Suzanne could photograph 
her. She casually shaved her armpits and vulva as the camera 
continued capturing her every move. After drying off, once again 
she had to get on her hands and knees to wipe up the water with her 
bottom turned up, spread, and facing the camera.

The day continued in the cafeteria kitchen. Suzanne photographed 
Cecilia cooking, eating, drinking, cleaning the dishes, and wiping 
down the countertops. The two women then sat together at a table 
and casually talked about what Suzanne had done so far and what she 
hoped to accomplish with the project. The photographer announced 
that if the day's shooting went well, probably she'd wrap up later 
in the day and take her equipment back to her dorm.

She let Cecilia know that the past three days had been absolutely 
the best photo session she ever had with a female model, 
professional or amateur. However, the only reward Cecilia could 
expect for her efforts so far was even harder work before the 
project could be wrapped up. Suzanne wanted a climax to the photo 
session, an ultimate test of her model's desire to satisfy her 
artistic instincts. Cecilia shifted nervously, because she knew 
that Suzanne was about to intensify the demands she was making of 
her model.

Suzanne pulled a piece of rope out of her pocket, as her 
companion's eyes opened wide with surprise and anxiety.

"Put your hands behind you, please."

Cecilia stood up and turned her back to Suzanne, obediently placing 
her hands in position so the photographer could tie them. She felt 
her wrists being firmly wrapped and immobilized behind her back. 
Suzanne finished off with a very firm knot, and then tapped her 
model's shoulder to direct her towards the door. As Cecilia moved 
away, Suzanne snapped several photos of her walking with her hands 
behind her back.

Cecilia felt totally helpless and much more naked, with her front 
unprotected and inaccessible to her hands. Suzanne made her do a 
complete walk around the building, while she took pictures from all 
sides and angles. Finally they returned to Cecilia's room. Suzanne 
directed her subject to kneel, took a couple more pictures, and 
then asked her to describe what was in her closet. Cecilia looked 
up, breathing roughly, as she confessed that she was keeping two 
thick belts and a leather paddle. She explained what the items were 
used for while Suzanne took them out and tapped them in her hand.

She took several photos of Cecilia's very nervous expression and 
uncomfortable posture. She then posed a question.

"Have you ever had these used on you?"

"No, Suzanne. I've always used 'em on Jason. I…I've never had 'em 
used on me."

"That's being hypocritical. We need to fix that. Stand up, 'cause 
I'm going to take you downstairs."

They left, Cecilia's hands still tied and Suzanne carrying the 
belts and paddle. The RA's heart pounded when she saw the set-up in 
the basement. The lights, the tri-pods, and the rope clearly 
indicated what Suzanne had in mind. She was scared, but had been 
well-aware that her companion had been planning a dramatic 
conclusion to the project. She walked up to the pillar, and without 
saying anything, silently awaited the next command.

For the next hour Suzanne experimented by tying her model to the 
pillar in different positions and photographing her. She was not 
particularly interested in punishing Cecilia, but she did expect 
the model to keep a scared, nervous look in her face. Whenever her 
expression relaxed too much, Suzanne responded by giving her a 
couple of sharp smacks with the paddle. 

The photographer paused to secure the model's hands to the cement 
support beam above her head. She picked up the belt, doubled it and 
slapped it in her hand. Cecilia watched her in terror, wondering 
how much further this was going to go. Suzanne stepped in front of 
her.

"Cecilia, I want to let you know I appreciate this, I really 
appreciate what you're doing for me. You've already done your part 
as a model, and whether or not we go any further is up to you. What 
I'd like is make you cry, and then get some shots of you with tears 
running down your face. I know that's a lot to ask. I promise I 
won't get mad if you want to end things now, but I think we could 
get some really powerful pictures if you let me continue. It's your 
choice."

Cecilia struggled to catch her breath. She was trembling, her bare 
breasts quivering slightly and nervous sweat trickling down her 
body. But there was no doubt in her mind what needed to happen. She 
needed to do this project right, do it the way Suzanne wanted, and 
push her own limits. They would continue. If they didn't, she would 
always wonder…

"It…it's OK…Suzanne…you can go on. It's alright."

"You sure?"

Cecilia nodded. She closed her eyes and shifted her bottom out 
slightly to receive the first blow. She heard the camera click and 
then there was a pause…

CRACK! Suzanne landed a sharp swat across the middle of Cecilia's 
bottom. She gasped and twisted slightly as tears welled up in her 
eyes. She heard the camera click and then struggled to position 
herself to receive the second swat. There was a long pause, 
followed by a sharp CRACK! As the pain mounted from the first two 
swats, Suzanne carefully and viciously struck a third time with yet 
another sharp CRACK!

Tears started flowing down Cecilia's cheeks. In rapid succession 
Suzanne laid two additional welts across Cecilia's backside, as her 
victim bit her lip and the tears started flowing in earnest.

"Open your eyes and look at me please."

Cecilia looked into Suzanne's camera, as the photographer captured 
a powerful image of her tear-stained face.

"You OK?"

Cecilia nodded and stuck out her bottom for the punishment to 
continue.

CRACK! Suzanne struck hard, overlapping an earlier stroke and 
forcing her victim to squeal in pain. However, as soon as she could 
control her squirming, Cecilia positioned herself for yet another 
sharp swat.

Suzanne ended up only hitting Cecilia a total of 10 times. By the 
tenth swat Cecilia was crying quite nicely and Suzanne felt no need 
to continue. She finished out a roll of film, set down the camera, 
and got ready to untie Cecilia and release her. 

However, the restrained young woman had become consumed with sexual 
desire. She needed not to be released, but to be touched, to be 
satisfied, and to be fulfilled. As Suzanne reached up to untie the 
rope, Cecilia jerked her hands away. Her eyes full of erotic 
desperation, she gasped:

"Touch me! I'm gonna go crazy if you don't touch me! You gotta..."

"Cecilia, I never do that with my models. I can't because it's not 
professional."

"Look, I don't wanna hear that shit! That ain't fair! I did 
everything you wanted! Now it's your turn to do what I want! You 
can't leave me like this!"

Cecilia's face was full of absolute desperation, an uncontrolled 
sexual fury. No, Suzanne couldn't leave her in this condition. She 
had just given her the best photo shoot of her life and she had no 
right to just walk away leaving her friend's sexual desires 
unfulfilled. 

Suzanne realized something else. She was actually attracted to 
Cecilia. It would be the only time in her life she ever would find 
another woman sexually desirable, but Cecilia's beautiful body, 
stretched and helplessly immobilized under the support beam, truly 
was a tempting sight.

"I'll do what you want, but…don't you want me to release you?"

"No! I don't wanna be released!"

Suzanne took a deep breath and began gently running her fingertips 
over Cecilia's breasts. She gently kissed each nipple as Cecilia 
gasped from arousal. She gently cupped Cecilia's face in her hands 
and gave her a lingering kiss. She gently explored her vulva with 
her fingertips, teasing her labia and gently brushing her clitoris. 
Cecilia was very, very wet.

Suzanne kissed her friend's breasts and slowly worked her way down 
her stomach. Cecilia's body was covered with sweat, the salty taste 
of which filled her mouth. Suzanne moved down to her friend's 
cleanly shaven crotch. She gently touched and kissed her entire 
vulva, intimately exploring another woman for the first time in her 
life. 

Cecilia gasped and thrust herself forward as Suzanne gently sought 
out her friend's clitoris with her tongue. She would have thought 
that tasting another woman's sexual arousal would be disgusting, 
but in the case with Cecilia, quite the opposite was true. She 
found the taste of Cecilia's arousal fascinating. She frequently 
had performed oral sex on two of her boyfriends and thus was used 
to it, but to do it to Cecilia was a new and intriguing experience.

By now Suzanne was becoming aroused as well. After having studied 
and photographed her model in minute detail over the past three 
days, she was passionately attracted to her. She stood up and 
pulled off her shirt. She embraced Cecilia, gently rubbing their 
breasts together. She took Cecilia's head in her hands and 
fervently kissed her as she pulled against the ropes.

Now that she was aroused herself, Suzanne wanted to feel Cecilia's 
hands on her body. She reached up and struggled with the rope, 
finally managing to free her captive's hands. Cecilia embraced 
Suzanne and desperately kissed her neck. She pushed her friend 
against the cement pillar, licked her breasts, and then cupped her 
breasts in her hands while she sought out Suzanne's mouth with her 
own.

With a single movement Cecilia jerked Suzanne's skirt to her 
ankles. For some reason she was thrilled to see that her friend was 
not wearing underwear. Suzanne's pale skin and voluptuous thighs 
beckoned. She ran her hand between her friend's thick legs, 
relishing the feel of the soft warm flesh. Her hand paused over her 
friend's vulva, her fingers buried in her soft pubic hair. She 
paused to study Suzanne's aroused, but very nervous expression.

"We gotta get upstairs…We can't be doing this in the basement."

Naked, the two women scrambled up two flights of stairs. They 
stopped right outside the RA's room when Cecilia pinned Suzanne to 
the wall and began passionately kissing her. She explored her 
friend's body with her free hand and once again buried her face in 
her neck.

Although in stature she was by far the smaller of the two women, it 
was Cecilia who took control of their love-making. She pushed 
Suzanne onto the bed and quickly plunged her face between her legs. 
She was determined to make Suzanne climax, after which she would 
expect Suzanne to return the favor.

Cecilia took much longer to get an orgasm out of Suzanne than she 
had anticipated. She knew what she liked for herself and how to get 
Jason to satisfy her, but this was the first time in her life she 
had ever been with another woman. She was inexperienced, and on top 
of everything else her lover was extremely nervous. However, 
finally she did find the right combination of teasing, licking, 
biting, and kissing to get the coveted wetness and some high 
pitched gasps from her companion.

Once Suzanne climaxed Cecilia climbed on top and pinned her hands 
to the mattress. Cecilia forced her lover to taste the juices of 
her own arousal as she pushed her tongue into past her teeth and 
deep into her mouth. With mounting concern Suzanne realized that 
her friend's sexual arousal had completely taken control of her and 
that she seemed not to be thinking straight.

Cecilia moved over Suzanne's body, kissing and grabbing her thighs 
and breasts, running her hands over her stomach and returning to 
kissing her clitoris. The photographer was becoming more and more 
frightened as her sex-starved partner continued to dominate her 
with her unspoken demands.

Finally Suzanne tried to regain control of the love-making by 
pushing Cecilia on her back and slipping her face between the 
Dominican's legs. Seeing and touching her friend's dark vagina and 
freshly-shaven crotch re-lit Suzanne's own arousal, but more than 
anything else she wanted to make Cecilia climax and then try to get 
her to calm down. She knew that some of her experience performing 
oral sex on her boyfriends could be applied to her session with 
Cecilia. Very slowly and sensuously she began kissing and licking 
the most intimate parts of her companion.

Cecilia climaxed immediately. She moaned quite loudly and moved 
desperately on the bed, saturating the sheets with her sweat. Then 
she quieted down and Suzanne thought she was finished. She lifted 
her head, only to have Cecilia grab her hair and jerk her face back 
down.

"Más…quiero más…quiero más…"

Suzanne's heart was pounding and she was more afraid than ever. Her 
friend was so out of control that she even had forgotten which 
language she needed to speak. Still, she felt that she owed it to 
Cecilia to satisfy her, so once again she explored the dark flesh 
surrounding her clitoris with her fingertips and tongue. Suzanne 
was becoming tired from all of her efforts and wondered how on 
earth Cecilia could be so demanding and not be worn out. Had she 
known about Jason's nightly duty in the RA's room, she would have 
understood that, when it came to being sexually satisfied, her 
friend had become quite spoiled.

Finally Cecilia climaxed enough to let her companion know that she 
was satisfied. The muscles in Suzanne's face were stiff and her 
entire mouth was sore from her efforts. The rest of her body was 
quite tired as well, partly from the strange orgasm she had 
enjoyed, but mostly from the extended effort to fulfill her 
friend's insatiable demand for sexual fulfillment. 

The spell lifted. Cecilia sat up on the bed with a bewildered 
expression, as though she had just woken up from a very strange 
dream. She glanced over at her naked friend to verify that, yes 
indeed she had just had sex with Suzanne. She had no idea what to 
say or how to react. 

For a long time the two women sat quietly, each trying to think of 
something to say to the other. They both would remember the 
incident as one of the most bizarre events in their lives, given 
that neither Cecilia nor Suzanne was gay. How on earth could the 
two women, each of whom considered the other a close friend, have 
ended up doing such a thing as making love?

At first they both faced guilt over what had just happened. 
Cecilia's guilt was obvious enough: she had cheated on Jason by 
seducing her friend. Suzanne felt just as bad, because she betrayed 
ethics of her profession by having sex with a model. The women's 
self-confidence was shaken by the realization that their physical 
urges were quite capable of overwhelming their personal beliefs. 
That was especially true for Cecilia. She had just learned that she 
literally could not control herself if she was aroused.

Suzanne sat back and looked at her friend. She was a very open-
minded person, so the thought of having had sex with Cecilia did 
not bother her as much as the way it had happened. She blamed 
herself for having seduced Cecilia to make the photo shoot 
successful, pushing her for three days to explore her sexual urges 
and document them on film. There was no question that she was 
exploiting her subject's emotions, but she had no choice if she 
wanted to make pictures with any artistic merit. She saw the fierce 
arousal as it took control of Cecilia's soul, but pushed ahead 
because she was focused on getting the pictures she wanted. 
Finally, after three days, her friend snapped. Well, now Suzanne 
had the pictures, but they might well have cost her a friendship.

Cecilia was absolutely scared. She was terrified of her seemingly 
uncontrollable urges. She realized she was going nuts without 
Jason. All she could think about was her desperate need for sex. It 
had gotten so bad that she practically assaulted her closest female 
friend. She wondered how on earth the friendship could survive such 
a bizarre afternoon.

Finally it was Suzanne who broke the silence.

"Are you OK?"

"I…I don't know…I don't know if I'm OK. To be honest, what just 
happened…it kinda scared me."

"You didn't enjoy it?"

"Oh yeah, I enjoyed it. I enjoyed it a lot. But it wasn't…I 
mean...I ain't that way, or…I didn't think I was that way. But I 
don't know, with Jason gone, it's like I'm not the same person, I 
mean, all I'm thinkin' about now is sex. Without Jason…all I can 
think about is sex."

Suzanne saw the last comment as a chance to move beyond the sexual 
encounter and perhaps get Cecilia to open up a bit more about her 
own life. She realized that her friend's defenses were down and 
that she might be willing to share some details about her life and 
about her relationship with Jason in particular. So, for the next 
couple of hours she got Cecilia talk about how she saw Jason as a 
partner and why she treated him the way she did, what concerns she 
had for his future. She moved to talking about her own life and her 
efforts to take full advantage of the scholarship to make her final 
escape from the world in which she grew up. When Cecilia talked 
about Jason's father, Suzanne reflected that Mr. Schmidt seemed 
very similar in personality to her own father.

Suzanne talked shared some details about her own life, and her 
frustration over her persistently bad luck with boyfriends. She 
always seemed to attract guys who were looking for someone to 
support them, constantly drawing weak individuals who couldn't fend 
for themselves. Cecilia pointed out that Suzanne always dated guys 
within the art department, and perhaps that was her problem. 
Suzanne pondered that thought, but it seemed, as was the case in 
the relationship with her father, she lacked the imagination to 
really change how she approached choosing potential partners. She 
couldn't picture dating someone without an artistic background.

The conversation then shifted back to Cecilia's deepest fear, 
losing control over her own life. She haltingly talked about her 
early relationship with Vicente, telling Suzanne the full story, 
only leaving out the detail about the abortion. She then moved 
forward, explaining why she was so angry with herself.

"I keep tellin' myself that I ain't never gonna let no one take 
over my life again, not after Vicente kept hittin' me in the face. 
But then, how can I even think about that when I ain't even got 
control over my own body? It's like, there's somethin' inside me 
that I can't control, and it really scares me. What…happened a 
couple of minutes ago…wasn't the first time, you know…when I wasn't 
thinking about what I was doin'. It's happened before. I hate that 
part of me, 'cause I know it's gonna fuck up my life someday."

"Look. You can't be so hard on yourself. I was in on it too, just 
as much as you were. I didn't exactly push you away, you know. As I 
said, things just happen, and you learn from them. Anyhow, at least 
now you know yourself a bit better." 

Cecilia did not respond, so Suzanne continued: "Maybe, if 
you…like…if you, as you say, lose control over yourself…don't you 
think it was better that it happened with me, instead of someone 
else? Would you really have wanted to be stressed out about having 
had sex with someone you couldn't trust, and then be wondering how 
it was going to come back and hurt you later on?"

"I 'spose not, but I'm still not happy it happened with you, 
'cause, I don't know, I just wouldn't have wanted to mess things up 
between us. I would've rather it'd been with someone I don't care 
about…and…"

"No, that wouldn't have been better. I can tell you from my own 
experiences that wouldn't have been better…and as far as I'm 
concerned, nothing got messed up. I still want us to be friends. 
That'd be very important to me, that we don't lose our friendship."

"You really think after…?"

"Can you tell me if there was anything wrong with what we did? Did 
we hurt anyone? No. All we did was share an experience. That's all 
that happened between us. We're both lonely and stressed out, and 
the result was that we shared an experience. It's nothing to feel 
bad about."

Cecilia felt hugely relieved at Suzanne's common-sense approach to 
their sexual adventure. Suzanne's own difficult past allowed her to 
put at least some things into proper perspective. While Cecilia 
otherwise might have tormented herself with guilt and anger, 
Suzanne was able to make her see the sexual encounter for what it 
was, an experience in life that she had shared with a friend.

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It was dark outside by the time Cecilia and Suzanne finally got off 
the bed and made their way to the bathroom to get cleaned up. As 
she admired Suzanne's shapely body, a figure so voluptuous and so 
different from her own, an idea took hold in her mind. She decided 
that she wanted to document her appreciation of her friend's body 
on film. As they dried off, she approached Suzanne with her 
thoughts.

"You know, I was wonderin', if maybe I could borrow your camera and 
your lighting, and we could change places. Me takin' the pictures 
and you bein' the model. It's somethin' I'd like to try."

It was a request that Suzanne had not expected. She did not have a 
good opinion of her own body, but she felt that it was only fair 
that after three days of modeling, Cecilia should have the 
opportunity to experiment being on the other side of the camera. 
Suzanne agreed and helped Cecilia set up the lighting in the 
commons area. She gave an impromptu lesson on adjusting the 
settings of the two cameras and how to use the lights, and then 
quietly took her position in front of her own lens.

Cecilia spent the next two hours photographing Suzanne. She was 
fascinated at the thought of changing places with the photographer, 
and only stopped when she used up the last roll of film.