She gleefully directed me through the first stages of taking off my shirt for the camera. I had a pretty scrawny chest, but she oohed and ahhed like I was a model. Then she told me to unzip the fly of my jeans. I did, and immediately my underwear...
Then I came to the ‘unofficial’ photos she asked me to take toward the end, where she had gleefully showed way too much cleavage and posed like a sex queen. I wondered what it meant that she had trusted me to take these photos. After...
Later in the day, I ran into Kunle, my friend from the camera club. He said, with surprise, that Dara Johnson had talked to him. Just like me, he had always thought people like her were too lofty to speak to him. But she knew his name and even knew...
I turned and busied myself with the camera, too intimidated to look at her directly. I realized the camera was still in movie mode, so I switched it back to photo mode and looked at her through the lens. She was nervously clutching the centre of...
“How ’bout this?” she asked as she coquettishly tilted her chin down, staring up at me with her oceanic eyes. My heart skipped a beat. “P-perfect” I stuttered. I looked at her for a few moments through the safety of the...
