I had been in the need for some extra cash and when an acquaintance of mine told me about a guy who paid generously for people to model for him I jumped at the chance. It wasn’t what people would probably think either. It wasn’t some sleazy porn shoot or anything. He needed people to model for his photos for his projects. He was a student. He went to an art school and was majoring in photography. I think he wanted to do more commercial stuff, because the guy who told me about the job showed me what he had to do. He was just in a suit and sitting at a table. It was a pretty good photograph from what I could tell and I was glad I wouldn’t have to be in like a speedo or something.
I was a big guy, not fat or anything, just tall and…beefy, I guess. I didn’t think he’d even want to hire me though. I wasn’t the most attractive guy. I mean, I wasn’t ugly or anything, just average, and photographers didn’t want to photograph average.
I was 6’4” and 247 pounds. I worked out a lot, but not like extensive cardio or any of those types of exercises. I probably should have, but I didn’t really mind being bigger, I mean, I had been a bigger guy for as long as I could remember. And to be honest, I thought my size made me feel more powerful.
I went to the address I was told about and braced myself for rejection. I didn’t mind it either. I had been rejected enough to know it didn’t matter. I got rejected in high school, college…hell, I was being rejected still. Guys just didn’t like me, and it was partially my fault. I found it hard to navigate the dating scene and I was awful at flirting. I didn’t even know too much about relationships. I had only ever dated three guys, and all three were complete failures in terms of romance.
“Hi.” I looked down at the guy who had opened the door. He was short and fit. He was wearing a pair of Browline glasses. I thought he was cute, totally my type. “Are you here about the modeling job?” he asked.
“Yeah, I am. Are you Quincy Howard?” I asked. He nodded and we shook hands. “I’m Hayden Pierce.” He had soft hands, like a girl, but they were man sized. He seemed really nice, although a bit quiet, but that was cool, I didn’t talk much either. I guess he was just the artsy type. Creativity was pretty hot.
“Do you want to get ready?” he asked. “What I need you to wear is in that room over there.” He pointed towards a door across a hallway we had been walking through. I was a bit shocked. Was he telling me I got the job?
“Uh, I’m going to be modeling for you?” I asked. He smiled at me and nodded. I smiled too. I mean, he picked me, and I needed the money. My desk job just wasn’t enough to pay all the bills anymore.
I walked into the room and an outfit was laid out on a very large chair. It wasn’t a speedo, but it might as well have been. It was a pair of spandex biking shorts and a short sleeved collared shirt. I noticed a bow tie, suspenders, knee high socks, glasses with tape around the middle, and converse sneakers. There were about ten different pairs and I found a pair in my size, 13.
I looked in the mirror, a full length one, and I saw myself blush. I looked…I looked silly. He probably didn’t want somebody like me for this. I was too big for this type of stuff. My arms were ripping the sleeves of the shirt and I couldn’t even fasten the top button.
Quincy was in the hall when I left the dressing room. He looked at me and I heard him breathe in sharply. I bet he wanted somebody different. I knew I said I was okay with my body, but I didn’t showcase myself knowing it’d make me uncomfortable. I had just come to accept it. In middle school I was the fat kid, but then I got really tall and I was the awkward, gangly kid. I couldn’t catch a break, until I started working out. It made me feel good about myself.
“I knew you’d be perfect for this,” he said finally as we walked into another room. Apparently I was perfect. Who knew?
I followed Quincy into another room in what I assumed to be a photography studio. I didn’t know I would be working with other people. I didn’t even know if that made things harder or what. I pushed up the fake glasses and stood where he told me to stand.
The backdrop was a plain white screen and my co-models weren’t very tall. There was a short blond girl dressed as a cheerleader and a guy around her height dressed as a football player. Quincy told them to act infatuated with me. He told me to act confident. The two of them being there made it way more difficult than I could imagine. They seemed like they were judging me. Deep breath.
It was hard. I mean, I was no Mr. Confidence. I flexed my arms a little and the shirt ripped some more. “Good. A little more,” Quincy said. I was sure the other two were doing fine. They were great at acting. I actually thought they might have liked me. They grabbed onto my arms and I lifted the blond girl up and then the guy. Click. New Pose. Click. Click. New Pose. Click. “Okay. I got everything I need,” Quincy said finally.
He paid us, and I thought $350 was overly generous for only an hour and a half of work. I was glad I did it though. I was sort of disappointed I wouldn’t see Quincy anymore after this. He was a nice guy, and if I had to guess he was at least three years younger than me, making him 21.
The other two models had left and I was on my way out too. I told Quincy thanks again and was about to leave, but something told me to ask him out. I mean, he seemed nice and I liked him. I knew he could say no. But what did one more no really matter? It wasn’t like I hadn’t become accustomed to it.
“Would you maybe want to go out sometime?” I asked. He smiled and pushed up his glasses smoothly.
“I’d like that,” he said. “I would’ve asked you but I thought you were straight. I tend not to chase after lost causes. They get kind of weird if you ask them. I mean, I’m like, sorry for finding you attractive.” He gave a slight laugh.
“Where are you headed?” I asked.
“My car’s just up the street. Do you need a lift anywhere?” he asked. I grabbed his bags and I walked with him to his car. It was a little cubed shaped thing in a dark blue color. It was really clean looking. He popped open the back and I set the bags in. “Hey, are you free now?” he asked. “We can grab, uh, something to eat and it’s something I wanted to ask you.”
“Yeah, sure,” I told him. It was a Saturday, and only a little bit after eleven. It wasn’t very spacious in his little cubed car, but I hardly noticed. He drove about twenty minutes and pulled into the parking lot of a small restaurant. We walked inside and got a seat. I tended to stay away from eating out. I couldn’t resist temptation to get the worst thing for me.
“The food’s amazing here,” he said as he glanced over the menu. “I usually get a chicken sandwich, but I’m not all that hungry.” He glanced up at me. “What do you want, my treat.”
“Oh, I don’t know.” I wanted everything. I was starving. I didn’t eat because I didn’t want to look fat or anything in the photos. The unlimited gumbo looked good, but so did the chicken lunch special. “I think the chicken lunch special looks good,” I said with some embarrassment.
“I’ve never had it, but you should try it,” he said. The waitress came and he ordered a salad. I ended up getting the special. I think it was because they would keep bringing chicken as long as you kept eating it. “You know,” he started. “You kind of look like, I don’t know…”
“A gorilla?” I mused. He laughed.
“No, more like a big sexy caveman.” I blushed. My parents would tell me I was a manly-man. I was often mistaken for an adult when I was in high school. I was cougar bait for sure a lot of the times. I had thick eyebrows and a very strong jaw line. I didn’t think of it as attractive. It was embarrassing looking so “old” when everyone else in my freshman class was just starting puberty.
“Thanks,” I replied. He was too nice. I hadn’t been flirted with like this before, but in all honesty it was really fucking nice.
“I thought you did a great job today. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t so good looking. I don’t think I would have even finished my project. I would’ve just given up.” He sighed. “I tend to fall for my models. Who wouldn’t? That’s why I pick the models I do in the first place, because they’re my type.” He went silent for a moment.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I’m waiting for you to turn out to be a complete jerk.” He looked at me. “I feel like that’s a characteristic of most hot guys.” He was fiddling with a napkin in his lap. “This guy at my school…he was really, uh, attractive and he was modeling for some of my projects. Now he was a real asshole. Textbook definition. But you know sometimes you can look past a shitty personality for a pretty face.” He took a sip from a glass of water. “You two don’t look that much alike aside from how big you are, and I think you’re probably taller, but you have that hot guy look.”
“I…I don’t think I’ll turn out to be a jerk,” I said. “And I’m not all that hot.” He smiled and the waitress came up with our food. I must’ve had over ten pieces of chicken, probably over fifteen. I was really hungry, and fried chicken was delicious.
I had to undo the button on my jeans when we got back in his little, cubed car. I was so full. I felt my hand rub against the base of my gut. I definitely needed to work on portion control. He was driving to my place. I had taken the bus this morning to the studio.
“Oh, yeah,” he began as he drove along. “I wanted to ask you if you’d consider helping me with my final project. I’ll pay you for your time and everything.”
“No, you don’t have to do that. I’d love to help you.” He glanced over at me and smiled. “When do you have to get started?”
“It’s due a while from now, but it’s a bit extensive. I just wanted to make sure I’d have a model who was interested,” he paused. “An attractive one.” I felt my face go hot. He wanted me to be his model? I couldn’t believe it. This also meant I’d get to see him at least every week. I was happier about that more than anything.
The first week we met up he described to me his vision. He wanted me to try to get progressively larger throughout his semester culminating in the final image for his project. He called it “The American Man.” That would be about 16 weeks. I was really unsure of the idea. I mean, he wanted me to work out more and eat a fuck ton. I would definitely get fatter than I already was and it was hard enough to keep my weight under control. I didn’t think he realized that most of the weight I would gain would end up making me look like an overfed bull and not a sexy bodybuilder.
“Hayden, I understand your worries about this and I would not blame you at all if you don’t want to do it.” He smiled gently. “I could even change my concept.”
“I wouldn’t want to make you do that. This is the idea you came up with and I’m sure you feel the most confident about it.” We looked at one another. He adjusted his glasses. He had full lips and a cute nose. I hadn’t wanted to kiss someone so badly before.
“I want the transition in the photographs to show the growth of industry in America. It is a representation of corporate masculinity and the changing model of American business.” I didn’t really get how that was going to be shown through photographs but he sounded really into it and like he knew what he was talking about. “So a photo-shoot a week?” he asked. I agreed. We set up a time to meet at that studio from the first time we met. It’d be in five days. I had to start hitting the gym longer after work.
I drank more protein and ate more and lifted harder. I was pretty sore for the first time in a long time. I hadn’t felt that way in months. I actually really liked it. I put on five pounds that first week. I didn’t know if it was from all my hard work or if it was just a fluke. I was at about 254 pounds and felt good. My belly was a little more noticeable than I would have liked but I had to keep up my eating to get larger. I may have also been able to keep weight on from sitting on my ass for eight hours a day making phone calls. I was more than excited to see Quincy on the day of the shoot.
“Hey there,” he greeted me. He had a beautiful smile. I found myself smiling back as well. He put me in such a good mood. “Your outfit is in that room over there.” It was the same room as before. I went to go and change into some colonial getup. It was looser than my last outfit, which I found myself slightly disappointed by.
I wanted him to see my efforts. I wanted him to say he liked what he saw. I wondered if by the end of this project if he’d be disgusted by me. I felt he could have just been a nice guy who enjoyed giving out compliments. That made me more nervous about our relationship. I was falling for him and he probably just saw me as some guy he had convinced to help him with some bizarre concept.
After the shoot was over and I had changed into modern day clothing we parted. It was just like that. I was shocked he didn’t offer to hang out or anything. Perhaps I should have been the one to initiate something? Either way it really fucking sucked. I ended up going to the gym. I was there for over four hours. It felt good to get some of my frustrations out. And boy was I frustrated.
When I got home I was starving. I had two protein shakes and then I ordered an extra-large pizza and cheese bread. I loved carbs man. I could eat bread for hours. It arrived after I ate a huge bag of trail mix. More protein of course. It was a fuck ton of calories in trail mix, surprisingly.
I sat stuffed on the sofa for a good hour watching some TV show about these women who killed their significant others. It was very dramatic. It was around seven by this point and I wanted something to snack on so I got some peanut butter and a spoon. It was depressing me thinking about how much I was eating, but only after I had finished over half of the jar. I placed both hands on my stomach and squeezed the excess meat. I was getting fat a lot faster than I thought I would. I mean, I knew I’d get larger…but not this fat, this soon.
But what did it matter? I was alone. I was going to be alone. I needed to accept that. I took a shower and got into bed. Tomorrow would be another workout and another day of me overeating. I didn’t even want to stop at this point.
The second week he dressed me in clothing better suited for the 1700’s and the week after that he had me dress as a slave-owner. It was awkward. Like really, really awkward. He was in the picture with me and it was just really awkward. He was really good at finding ways to push the envelope. He talked about activism a lot. He was a very opinionated quiet person and I think I liked that about him. Someone being passionate about things was interesting.
By this point I had accepted I was just a guy with a crush. I had gained another 9 pounds and I really wished he’d say he noticed and that he liked it. Quincy never mentioned my attractiveness anymore. I had come to accept that when he was telling me how hot I was it was to butter me up to help him out. I didn’t want to believe that but that’s what it looked like.
He asked me if I wanted to get something to eat after week four. Eating had become a specialty of mine. I was now 271 pounds. It was astonishing. At least Quincy was getting what he wanted in his photos. We had just done a shoot for the late 1800’s and in my everyday clothes my gut stuck out and I wore a pair of gym sweats. My jeans weren’t feeling it this morning. I accepted his offer.
“You know, actually,” he began. “Do you think we could go back to my apartment?” He looked nervous. I felt nervous. I agreed and we rode off in his little cubed car.
“Do you think the project’s going okay?” I asked.
“Yeah, definitely. I think it’s going fantastic.” He turned onto a street and into a parking lot for an apartment building. “This is it,” he said. We both exited his car and I followed him up to the door of what appeared to be a six story apartment complex. “I’m on the first floor.”
We went inside and I immediately noted that his walls had numerous posters of famous photographs and pictures in his distinct style. There was a photo of him and two other black guys. They all were smiling and it looked like a fun day. They were both just as handsome as he was. “Are these your brothers?” I asked.
“Yeah, Peter and Benjamin.” He stood next to me and I wanted to grab him and kiss him and do other really, and I mean really, sexual things. “Those are my parents.” He pointed at a picture near the one we were looking at. They were both really attractive too. I saw why he wasn’t struggling in the looks department. His mom had a lot of hair. It was very large and curly. His dad wore glasses as well and had a well-defined jaw line and one hell of a smile. It looked like an ad for toothpaste.
“I think my family would lose in a pretty competition,” I said. He laughed.
“You really need to give yourself more credit,” Quincy said seriously. “You really are a gorgeous guy.” We were not looking at one another and for a moment silence hung heavy in the air. He grabbed my hand and led me over to his sofa. He looked at me very intently. He took off his glasses and placed them on the coffee table an arm’s length away. He sat on his knees facing me. He touched my chest and my heart raced. “You have an incredible body.” He looked nervous and I knew I looked nervous. “Your eyebrows are so sexy. They’re fucking intense. Like they draw your focus. In the photos I’ve taken they make you look…extraordinary.” He said extraordinary like he meant it. I believed what he was saying. Like he truly meant it.
“I…th…thanks,” I said, face reddening.
“Oh, it’s my pleasure. You see, I could go on and on. Let’s see, you have such a strong jaw line. It’s hot. Like super-hot. And the way you’re blushing? Driving me wild here, Hayden. And your butt, like that’s just got to stop being so perfect. If it wouldn’t turn my project into pornography I probably would have you posing naked just for me…” his face showed embarrassment. “I’m sorry, that was so creepy.”
“You want me to pose naked, huh?” I asked with a smile. “I don’t know if I’m ready for all of that yet.” He laughed.
“Can we make out or what? This sexual tension is killing me.”
“C’mere,” I said in a masculine, gruff sort of way. It was my attempt at sexiness. I think it might have worked. Quincy’s face looked like he was turned on and he shimmied on over to me. We kissed for a while and Quincy soon found his shirt on the floor near the coffee table. His brown skin was warm and my hand held his thin waist.
“Can…I, uh, take your shirt off?” he asked. I nodded and wished I focused more on building lean muscle then getting to this brick-wall status. He pulled my shirt over my head and I heard him gasp slightly. His hand found my stomach and his eyes widened. Disgust? Arousal? I couldn’t tell and every compliment he had given me earlier was no longer in play. I felt his hand rub a stretch mark on my love handle. “Okay, no judgment?” he asked.
“Uh, no judgment,” I replied.
“I want to look at you and rub my hands all over your body forever.”
The next thing I knew we were in his room. He shimmied out of his jeans and I saw his muscular legs and tight ass. His bulge was more than impressive, almost intimidating. “You…you’re dick is huge.” His face reddened slightly. He then pulled off his briefs and his penis sprang free. I was getting even harder than I thought possible.
"Your turn," he said as he walked closer to me. His hands found my waist and he traced along my sides until he could undo the string on my sweats. He pulled my pants, as well as my boxer briefs, to the floor. He had maybe three inches on my penis, and I was about 6 inches. "Do you need me to bottom?" he asked.
“No, no…you can top,” I replied. He smiled. He went over to his dresser and grabbed a condom and some lube. I felt incredibly fat near him. I felt out of place in his cute, modern apartment. Everything was so perfectly sized for him. He was about average height and his body was amazing. I stood naked as he put the condom on his penis.
He came over to where I stood and placed his hand on my chest. I looked into his almond shaped, brown eyes. He was really handsome. He placed his lips on my chest and kissed it. His mouth found my left nipple and he lightly teased it with his tongue. He bit it a little and my penis throbbed. His hand rubbed my belly as he did it. I felt myself moan. “Uh, that’s nice,” I said.
He sat on the bed and told me to sit on top and ride him. I swallowed and made my way over to him. I heard his bed creak as I got on. For a moment I leaned over him. We kissed one another. He smiled. We kissed again. I could feel my stomach hanging down. I had gotten so fat. I couldn’t believe he could even get hard for me. He was already lubed up and I guided his penis inside of me. He began to move his hips slightly. I felt my stomach jiggle. He reached out and grabbed it. He played with it as I moved my hips back and forth. “You’re so fucking hot,” he said. I moaned in response.
I had had sex before, but this was different. I, for the most part, was enjoying it. With my past boyfriends things never felt so intimate. His hands found their way to my ass cheeks. He palmed my bubble butt and thrust his hips a bit harder. My ass must have been larger than I thought. His palms weren’t covering nearly as much surface area as I was expecting. He gave my butt a squeeze as well. He slapped my left ass cheek and thrust harder. He did it again. I felt my face redden. I was getting turned on more and more by the minute. “Oh shit, I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I got carried away.”
“I like…it,” I said, almost breathlessly. I leaned down and my stomach pressed against his abs. He let out a moan this time and thrust a bit more enthusiastically. I met his lips with mine. He had the nicest full lips. In this position my penis rubbed against his warm stomach and my belly fat. We went a bit longer and I felt myself come. Semen spurted out for what felt like an eternity and he kicked it into overdrive. Moments later he bucked his hips a final time and I felt cum fill his condom. His body relaxed and he removed his penis from inside of me.
I laid next to him. He scooted closer to me and placed his head on my chest. I put my arm around him and pulled him in even closer. “I really like you,” he said. “And I want you to know that you’re one of the greatest guys I’ve ever gotten to know.” Well, damn. To think I thought he wasn’t interested. “Plus you’re fucking gorgeous.”
“You are too much,” I said with a laugh. “You shouldn’t be behind a camera; you should be in front of one.”
“I’d rather be the one watching you.” He sat up and pulled the condom off. He tied it up. “Can…can I be honest with you?” he asked. That was never followed by anything positive.
So what Quincy told me gave me a lot to think about. He didn’t actually need me to get larger for his project. He didn’t need me for 16 weeks, only about 10 at the most. And the final thing he told me before I left was that he was into something called gaining and that he was something called an encourager.
I didn’t know how to feel. He told me to be at the studio in four days if I was still interested in trying a relationship. I didn’t really mind all that much to be honest. I was larger and he liked it. It was something that I had come to enjoy about myself by being with him. He even constructed this project to keep me around.
Thinking back on it, his face was hilariously frightened as he told me all of these things. Maybe that was a downside to liking such a big, muscular guy. I’d never hurt him or anything like that. I felt myself smiling thinking about him getting hard each week due to my expanding middle.
The four days I did not see Quincy I spent going to work, eating constantly, and working out at the gym. I didn’t think that there was a time I was not full. I ate and ate. Lifted hard. I was so excited the day I was going to meet Quincy. It would be a Wednesday. I left work an hour early to get a workout in and had a large meal before heading over to the studio.
I took public transportation, and I wanted to show Quincy how much I liked him and that I was open to the weight gaining thing, but I was still embarrassed on the bus. I wore a too small college sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants so tight they consistently found a way for my ass to hang out.
I found my way to the door of the studio and knocked. Quincy answered the door and his mouth hung open. Was I overdoing it? I felt my face burn red and placed a hand on my gut. “Uh, I’m ready to take the pictures for you,” I said. “If that’s okay.”
He pounced on me, making me lean down to kiss him. We stood close to one another and I could feel his sizable dick pressing against my leg through his jeans. I felt myself laugh. “Come inside,” he said. His glasses were slightly off center. I laughed again. I was really fucking elated. “You came. I’m so glad you came.”
“You got me growing this big so you better keep me.” He smiled wide and kneeled down to his knees. He lifted my sweatshirt up over my gut and kissed around my belly button. That was nice. I was 279 pounds as of this morning. I felt my penis stiffen and he pulled the sweats down slightly. He took my member in his hand and slightly jerked it. His lips found the head and he sucked skillfully. I felt my knees buckle slightly.
“We have to go to the dressing room,” he said. He stood up and grabbed my hand. He led me to the dressing room where I saw my outfit for the day would be fitting of the early 1900’s. I would be a tycoon of sorts. He finished sucking me off and I didn’t want to take the photos anymore. I just wanted to lay back and spoon. I got dressed anyway and we took the photos.
“So can I buy you dinner?” he asked.
“You think you’ll have enough?” I asked. I could tell I was turning him on. He was getting flustered. He adjusted his cock and we made our way to his cubed car. I remember riding in it before, but now it was really uncomfortable for me. I adjusted the seat so it was as far back as it would go. My knees still hit the glove compartment and the seatbelt was especially constricting. I could tell he was getting a kick out of this.
We ended up grabbing something from a drive-thru and headed back to his apartment. He ordered more than enough food, but I knew I could eat it all. Hearing him ask for an extra order of fries and extra cheese on the burgers was giving me a boner. The thought of being attractive to him for being a fat ass was really appealing. It was nearly unbelievable. I felt my hand rub my gut. It felt good. I was feeling less self-conscious. I was feeling confident.
The weeks continued to roll by and thanksgiving came and went. I was over 300 pounds by the date of the last photo shoot. My favorite periods to shoot were the 60’s and the 80’s. This shoot would be current day. I saw the suit I was to wear and couldn’t believe how tight it looked.
I got dressed and looked at myself in a mirror in the dressing room. I could barely recognize myself. I had become a beast. My shoulders had become incredibly wide and my neck was so thick it looked as though I had lost it. My stomach pushed the button on the suit jacket to its breaking point. My ass was titanic. I had always had a bit of a huge ass, but this was something completely different. My thighs were thick and powerful. My arms had never been bigger. I felt so good. It was the strangest thing I had ever experienced. Looking at this huge monstrous guy in the mirror I never felt that I had looked better.
I went into the room where the pictures were to be taken and Quincy took in a sharp intake of breath, like when we first met. I laughed. Things were just too perfect. I walked over to him and gave him a kiss on his lips. “You ready?” I asked. He nodded.
I went over to the backdrop and posed. “Try to look smug and very nonchalant,” he said. I took his direction. I attempted to move a certain way and the button on the suit jacket was lost. “That’s good,” he said. “Stand like a superhero,” he suggested. I took my hands and made fists. I placed them on my waist and my arms burst the shirt under the suit jacket. We both heard it tearing. I know we did. This went on for maybe twenty minutes and we were finally done.
“Let’s get out of here,” I said.
“Yeah, c’mon,” Quincy replied. We had to take his little cubed car. I was not excited. I hated the cubed car. I barely fit. I knew he was looking at me as I backed my ass into his car. I could feel the air on my ass, so I could tell my sweats needed to be upgraded even more desperately.
The car momentarily shook and settled into a slight dip on the passenger’s side. He reached over and rubbed my belly. We were soon at his apartment. Clothes were removed quickly and thrown about his the place like we were savages. I dwarfed him now and it was strange and arousing. His svelte, muscled frame was still so attractive. We kissed for a moment on his sofa. He laid on top of me.
I got up suddenly, grabbing him and tossing him over my shoulder. We made our way to his bedroom. “Me, Hayden. You, Quincy,” I said jokingly as I tossed him onto the mattress.
“Mmm, sexy caveman.” He smiled. “Condoms are in the drawer over there. You’re on top tonight.” I went and prepped myself to sex him up. I walked back over to him and placed my hand on my stomach. I flexed my pecs and I could see he was excited. He sat on the bed and I went over to him and flipped him over, albeit a bit roughly.
His ass was great. He had a nice, shapely bubble butt that was large for his size, but nowhere near as gargantuan as mine. I could feel my gut pressing into his back. He let out moans frequently and I was having a great time. I held onto his waist firmly. I pushed harder and he said that he was coming. I felt my release approaching as well. We both finished and got cleaned up.
“You know,” he began. “I still get hard looking at the progression of those photos. I have no idea how I’m going to present them to the board to see if I can get them in the exhibition.”
“Do they just make you horny or are you actually confident in their merit?” I asked with a chuckle. He smiled.
“I’m going to have to say both things are true.” I looked over at him. He really was cute. I hoped things would continue to work out for us. I wanted us to spend a lot more time with one another. “I’m still going to see you, aren’t I? I’ve wanted to ask you about next steps. Like, if you wanted to move in or whatever.”
“I’d like that,” I said. “And you know, I think I might be ready for those nude photographs.” We both laughed and he offered to make me something to eat.