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...