“Too bad Sam isn't here to suck out my first creampie."

I groaned.

“That can be arranged for next time if you're interested."

Instead, Zofi scooped out a thick glob on her fingertips and held them up so I could see her digits glistening in the angled light coming from the desk lamp. Then she popped them into her mouth, sucking my semen with relish while delighting in the Look on my face.

She repeated the maneuver once more, but with diminishing returns from my expressions, she stopped after that and got up to grab a few tissues. After blotting up the rest of my spending, she tossed the tissues in the trash and reached over to her desk to retrieve her little digital camera, the same one she'd brought to Tahoe. Handing me the camera, she asked me to take pictures of her.

I arched an eyebrow.

“You sure? You're the one who said ‘maybe a polaroid, not digital’."

“I'm sure. I wanna remember everything about today." Zofi grinned.

“Maybe I can show my mom a photo of your cum leaking out of me.”

I shot her a Look.

Zofi laughed, saying, “I'm kidding, I'm kidding."

“Maybe you should just hang your bloody bedsheets out the window Like a flag," I drawled.

“Well maybe if I still had a hymen. I suppose I could let your spunk leak out into my panties and then leave them somewhere she'll find them."

"Zo-fi."

“Fine, fine. I'll think of something less vulgar."

I sighed.

“C'mon. Picture time."

I held up the camera.

“Just remember, I'm an amateur at this."

“How hard can it be? I look pretty, you click the button."

I chuckled. "Well when you put it that way."

One thing I definitely like about digital is that you can delete bad photos. Out of habit from a film camera, I kept waiting and waiting trying to get the perfect shot, and Zofi had to keep reminding me to just keep snapping and she'd delete them later.

I was trying to keep things tasteful -- more Playboy and less

Penthouse, if you know what I mean. Zofi made it really easy. She seemed incapable of looking trashy. One of my favorites had her reclining on her left side propped up with a pillow and her left elbow.

She kept her head erect, silky dark hair draped over her right eye and right shoulder. Two fingers of her right hand covered her nipple while the left nipple was obscured by the pillow. And the bedsheets were bunched up between her thighs just enough to cover her pussy.