My heart was pounding like a hummingbird's wings as I stood alone in Andrew's bathroom, staring at my bag of fun clothing. When I presented the idea to Evelyn, naturally she was all for it and had her own fun picking out some amusing pieces. Very amusing indeed. The selective fabrics and lace even had me blushing from embarrassment. Completely freaked I shoved the bag aside and slumped down on the toilet seat.

What if I can't do this?

Look at me, locked up in a bathroom shaking like a leaf. I felt so ridiculously stupid.

The idea crossed my mind as soon as Riley and I joyfully upgraded our relationship for best friends rather than lovers, It made me think of Andrew's crazy-ass proposal to do a photo shoot. Since our last talk, we seemed to go back to our old ways as he not only respected me but gave up the urge to kiss me. I even talked of Riley and how much I adored him every chance I got and agreed to do an intimate photoshoot for him.

Andrew was more than pleased to give his lady friend number but I convinced him that was only comfortable with him taking pictures of me. Thus, my evil plan was in motion. It wasn't until I got into the bathroom to change into whatever Evelyn packed for me that I realized I had no real plan. What was I going to do? Waltz out there and flaunt myself in from of Andrew and make him wiggle behind his lens until he submitted to me? That was teasing, I don't tease! And lord knows I don't know how to flaunt.

Gazing in the mirror at my reflection I took a breath and attempted to build my own confidence. There was a time to quiver in a corner and a time to be bold. Although I'm sure Andrew would be caring and supportive of both, I wanted to be bold, daring, and well...beautiful.

This was not my department.

Through the mirror, I saw something that caught my attention instantly. Andrew's red flannel shirt hanging on the back of the door. Turning around I touched the soft thick texture and pressed my face into its warmth, it smelled like him. A unique trail of sandalwood, trees, and sea salt mixed with his scent. Excitement found its way to me as quickly fluffed my hair and got ready.

Exiting the bathroom my bare feet tread lightly against his wood floors, almost afraid to alert him. He was found in his bedroom area setting up a simple grey backdrop and cozy places for me to sit. It was very professional looking and not at all what I was expecting. Which was kinky and immature, he truly proved his worth as a professional.

I cleared my throat to get his attention.

"About time," Andrew spoke fixing a blanket, "I thought you chickened out and tried to wedge yourself through bathroom windo-"

Turning around he stopped. As if time itself had consumed him, Andrew's smiled faded and his body froze like ice. The shock on his face was as clear as day as I stood there wearing nothing but his flannel shirt. I had underwear on of course, but he couldn't see that since his shirt stopped just below my hips and hung off my shoulder, revealing my collar bone.

When he still didn't move after a long moment I got worried, "I hope this is alright. I could change into something else."

"No," Andrew jumped suddenly, "Not at all, you look delicious-beautiful! I meant you look... beautiful."

"Yes," I smiled. "I can see how those two words could becoming confusing."

Not.

With my heart still pounding I made my way over to his little setup and took my seat on a long wooden stole as Andrew stepped back near his bed and looked through his frame. A long moment passed before.

"You looked like a wide-eyed deer in headlights," He chuckled. "Or a kid taking an awkward school picture for the yearbook. You can breathe you know."

My shoulders slumped, "I'm nervous and I suck at this!" I gasped truthfully, feeling quite like an idiot.

"Mind if I make a suggestion?"

"Of course."

Andrew let the camera hang from his neck and approached me. I prayed he couldn't feel me tremble under his touch as he gently repositioned me like a porcelain doll in a much more appealing, yet ladylike pose. Being very careful with his touch as if I would break or vanish from reality if moved too harshly.

"Now, just relax."

I took a breath and did exactly that. Thinking happy thoughts and listening to nothing but the clicking noises of his camera. He teased me which helped loosen me up more than I thought it would and before I knew it we were enjoying a little verbal jousting as I switched poses.

Feeling sore against the wood of the stool I pushed off and slid to the ground, resting my arms behind me and showing off quite a bit of leg. Whether I was processed by something or a magnet pulled me towards the man behind the camera, I found myself rather comfortable along the blanket on the floor and laid down on my back. Andrew lowered to his knees beside me and continued to let his camera do the talking.

My body hummed, and I was beginning to grow impatient with myself. It was now or never. Biting my lower lip, I waited until he looked down at his camera. As he adjusted his lens I buttoned the shirt and pulled it off my shoulders, revealing myself.

Andrew looked and lost all grip on his camera, fumbling it between his hands as it tried to get away from him. "Fuck!"

I scared myself and folded the shirt back over me. "I'm so sorry that was stupid!" I stuttered, "That was too much,"

"No, it's fine," Andrew said picking up the camera, making sure it wasn't damaged. "There's nothing wrong with you...doing that. As long as it's what you want."

"I want to."

Andrew smiled and nodded, "Alright, I will not touch you or make you feel frightened in any way. That would be unprofessional."

I relaxed and laid back down, pulling the shirt off my shoulders. I was nervous, but watching him having trouble steadying the camera only fueled my amusement more.

Occasionally offering to move the shirt for a better form. Looking into his eyes the embers of his iris grew in flame and darkened with want. Still, he kept his focus on that damn camera.

"Andrew," I spoke softly. Taking his hand I gently placed it on my stomach, letting him feel me breathe against me. "How long are you going to hover before you decide to kiss me?"

"Now you're teasing me," Andrew laughed nervously, "Thought we were just friends, and what about Riley?"

"There is no Riley, not anymore." I confessed.

"But this photoshoot?"

"I did it for you, as well as for myself." I took a deep breath. "Because I didn't want to just say I wanted you, I wanted to show you."

He looked at me stunned, and maybe even a little confused, if anything bewildered. Like why couldn't I have said something sooner than drag him on? My answer would be for my own amusement of course.

I felt tense with him just sitting tgere on his knees. Feeling his conflict of not knowing what to do next. I was unsure of what I have done, perhaps it was too bold for us both.

Suddenly, without another word, he took off his camera and laid it on the wooden stool and pulled off his shirt. I held my breath looking at the beauty of his abdomen, muscles stretched and flexing as he discarded the piece of clothing.

He threw a leg over me, straddling my hips before pressing a hand on the floor above my shoulders. There he hovered, his eyes ravishing my exposed flesh.

"All of this just for me?" He cooed. Placing his hand back on my stomach and sliding upwards. Stopping just between my breasts, feeling my chest rise and descend uber his touch before continuing.

Caressing my neck as he leaned down and kissed me.

My lips parted, granting him entrance while my hands wrapped around his neck and burying my fingers into his hair. Breaking the kiss, I gasped for air while Andrew continued to ravish my neck and collar bone. My breath hitched when I felt his hand explored my breast. I have never exposed myself to someone before, let alone be touched this way.

Feeling him breathe against me as he sucked and nipped at my skin. Watching his body move against me as his hands explored my every curve. Flesh pressed together and being overwhelmed by his warmth.

It was electrifying.

Squirming beneath his weight, my hands traveled downwards. Gripping his biceps and letting my fingers trail down his soft skin. I rubbed the edges of his jeans before tugged at his belt, trying to slip my fingers inside.

Andrew inhaled sharply and suddenly pulled back. I was worried that I had done something wrong, or perhaps moved to fast. "I'm sorry,"

"It's fine, just not tonight." He just smiled at me and entwined his fingers with mine. "I want to take my time with you."

Andrew leaned down and peppered kisses on my stomach, slowly moving upwards to my breasts. "I don't want your first time to be anything like mine." He stopped for a moment and looked at me, "Is this okay?"

"More than okay," I managed to smile and nod as I pulled him up to my lips. Melting into him.

And there you go! it has finally happened! The new sexy adventures of Cora and Andrew lie ahead.

My apologies beforehand is the intimacy seems weak or unrealistic. I lack experience in writing such sexy things. It was one of my main reasons to start this novel and challenge myself.

Feel free to express what you think.