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Her words seemed to have the desired effect. She saw him take a deep breath to collect his thoughts. He suggested a pose and started taking photos. Chloe couldn't help glancing up at the screen as the photos appeared, her nipples obvious through the fabric. After a couple more poses, Andrew moved in to get a few close-ups, which was exactly what was expected. As her face was no longer in the shot, she was free to just look at the screen where her exposed breasts filled the frame.

"You can get dressed now," said Andrew, although his expression told her he was in two minds about making the suggestion. "I'm sure Rupert will appreciate it. He knew he couldn't expect you to be so, um, professional about it. I promise that only Rupert will get a copy of that last set with the, um, without the..."

Chloe smiled. "Don't forget to send me a copy too. And I expect that you will probably want to keep a copy yourself." As she turned and walked back towards the changing area, she could see Andrew in the mirror rearranging the bulge that had formed in his pants.

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Andrew sent the photos to both Rupert and Chloe in the same email, which meant that she and Rupert now had each other's email address. A short time later Chloe received a very complimentary email from Rupert. She wrote back, asking him to do her a favour. The following day when she was at work, a delivery man wheeled a clothing rack into her studio.

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When Andrew arrived at Chloe's work that evening to model for her, she couldn't help laughing at the expression on his face when he recognised the clothing as coming from his brother. Rupert mostly designed clothing for women, but he did do some for men too as a side line, mainly aimed at the gay community. He favoured bright colours, tight pants, and more see-through fabrics. Having Rupert providing the outfits had really taken a lot of the stress out of it for Chloe. She knew that Karyn and April would love it simply because they were seeing more genuine Rupert Redpath pieces, and because it was now like a proper fashion shoot with the focus on the clothing, all she had to do with Andrew was ask him to stand there and look bored and everyone would be happy with her photography.

For Chloe, the shoot went smoothly. Andrew obviously found it uncomfortable wearing such flamboyant clothing when his normal preference was to escape attention. However, he found it easy to give her a bored facial expression, so she didn't have the same challenges she had when she had asked him to look angry during their first session.

There was one moment where she made him laugh. Rupert had included a shirt which was a male version of the pink blouse he had given her, and she could see his nipples through it. "I've got a bra you can borrow," she said.

There was another moment, right at the end, where things became too uncomfortable for Andrew. The final outfit was what Chloe called a playsuit, a one-piece t-shirt and shorts outfit which was quite figure-hugging. The fabric was amazing, with cute little line drawings and Italian words printed in various places. She started taking a few close-ups, starting with his back and then his front. Without really thinking about it, she crouched down and focused the camera on a drawing just to the right of his groin. Then, right before her eyes, she saw his bulge grow from a small lump into a long shaft which was straining against the fabric of the shorts. Reflexively she took the photograph before standing up again.

Andrew's face was bright red. "I'm so sorry about that," he said. "I didn't mean to offend you."

"It's not a problem," she said. "I know guys can't really control it."

"Um, can I ask you to not send that last photo to anyone, especially not to Rupert? That would be really weird."

"I can keep a copy for myself though, can't I?" she said. He looked like he was trying to think of a suitable answer, but nothing came out. He gave up and went away to get dressed.

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The following Sunday afternoon, Chloe asked Andrew to meet her at the local public swimming pool. The topic of their homework was sports or action photography. Chloe had long been looking for an opportunity to use her underwater camera, and she had a vision for a series of photographs of a person swimming, shot from underneath with sunlight shining past in a certain way. She was an experienced scuba diver, so she managed to persuade the pool manager to let her use the outdoor diving pool. It wasn't being used by the public because they didn't have enough lifeguards to staff it.

After going to their respective locker rooms to change into their swimsuits, Chloe and Andrew met by the side of the pool. Andrew waited patiently while Chloe organised her oxygen, weight belt and fins. She then explained what she wanted him to do. She asked him do breast stroke with a long pause between each stroke when he would just glide through the water. He was swimming across the pool, so it didn't take him long to reach each side and turn around for another pass. Chloe swam around underneath him looking for the perfect angles for the sunlight.

Chloe started to get some great shots where she could actually see the water flowing around Andrew's face and chest. It looked beautiful and graceful. The problem was with his lower body. He was wearing baggy boardshorts which were totally disrupting the flow of the water around his body. She came to the surface to speak to him.

"I don't suppose you brought any other swimsuits with you?"

"No."

"I really need to get you out of those baggy things you're wearing," she said. He looked stunned, so she hastily added "I mean we need to find you a different swimsuit."

She got out of the pool and walked to the office where there was a sign saying they had swimsuits and towels for hire. The woman gave her a strange look when she asked to hire a man's Speedo in what she hoped was Andrew's size. She took them back to the diving pool and held them out for Andrew. "Here, do you mind changing into these?"

She expected that he would get out of the pool to go to the changing room, but he surprised her by looking around. There was nobody nearby. "Um, back up a bit," he said. She stepped back from the pool until he was satisfied that she couldn't see anything other than his head. He started to wriggle a bit, and then he put his swimsuit on the side of the pool. He then grabbed the Speedo and she saw some more wriggling before he declared that he was ready.

Chloe got back in the pool and went underneath the water, and she immediately saw a big problem. She resurfaced. "Do you need a few moments to solve maths problems in your head or something?" she said.

"Sorry!"

They both spend an awkward minute just staring into the distance before Andrew quietly said "I'm ready."

They resumed their photoshoot, and Chloe was a lot happier with the result. The light effect now showed the water flowing smoothly along Andrew's entire body with a lot less disruption from his swimsuit. She did note quietly to herself that, although he was no longer erect, he still filled out the Speedo quite impressively. She took a moment to appraise his body. He was well-built. He had orange hair on his chest and under his arms, and there were a few wisps poking out of his swimsuit to indicate that his pubic hair was just as orange. There was a woman at her work who had a huge crush on Ed Sheeran which Chloe had never really understood, but she had to admit that Andrew was attractive.

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They sat down for coffee in the pool cafe after they got dressed. Andrew was trying to think of ideas for his photoshoot the following evening. "Do you play any sports?" he asked.

"Not anymore," Chloe replied. "I played tennis in high school, if that helps."

"That would work," said Andrew. "We could book a court at the indoor tennis place and hire one of those tennis ball machines."

"Ok, we could do that."

There was a long pause as Andrew looked to be searching for the right words to say next. "Please feel free to say no, but have you got one of those cute tennis dresses you could wear?"

"Why? This is meant to be about the action, not the clothing." Chloe could feel her heart beating faster.

"I know. Sorry. I did have some reasons, but we don't have to discuss it any further if you don't want to."

"We can talk about it," said Chloe softly.

"Well, part of it is to do with next week. I know we are both pretty anxious about the erotica assignment. I know that we haven't made any agreement with each other about it, but the truth is, the idea of doing it with April is freaking me out. I'm far more comfortable with you. We've already seen each other in swimsuits and see-though clothing. You were very understanding when I got those erections. And since I'm being completely honest here, I should also admit that I have a thing for tennis players. I love the dresses, the ponytails through the back of their caps, the way they put the spare ball under their skirts, the whole deal. You are very beautiful, and I think the photos would end up being, well, aesthetically pleasing. So I figure that, if you are willing to model a tennis dress knowing how much I like it, and if I can prove to you that I can be professional about it and make you feel comfortable, then maybe you might consider us doing the erotica assignment together."

Chloe was surprised at how excited she was feeling, but she was careful not to seem too keen. "I'll think about it," she said.

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