A Photo Worth A Thousand Words

The next day was slow and exhausting. After cleaning up the Photography club room after the wonderful sexual evening you had with Photo Finish, by the time you got home it was a chore just crawling into a bed and passing out. When morning came around and your alarm went off, all you wanted to do was stay in bed, but you knew you had too many things to do in your classes and couldn’t afford to miss them. With much trial and trepidation, you managed to get cleaned up, get ready and go to school. Sadly, today was simply “one of those days”, a day that just seemed to drag on, despite all that was going on and it was made all the more difficult by the dreariness still clinging to you.

You can’t remember how many times you nodded off in class, but you can recall that each of your teachers had to wake you up at least once, which you were certain had to be a record. Naturally, you would have been grateful when the day was over and school ended, however, you knew you weren’t that lucky as you had club activities today too. Slowly, but surely, you made your way back to the club room. When you finally arrive, the moment you step inside and close the door, your ears are bombarded by an all too familiar shout, “Zhere you are!”

You snap around in shock at the sudden outburst to see Photo Finish standing behind you, arms cross, stomping her foot disapprovingly, staring at you through a new pair of sunglasses on her face. “You’re laze. Ve have many phozos zo zake during club aczivizies zoday and ve are on a zighz schedule!”

You glance around and see the rest of your fellow club members going about their business, gathering the much-needed equipment, all the while, paying you and Photo no mind. You were a little confused as to why she was snapping at you so but given that it would probably be in bad form to mention what happened last night within earshot of the others. “Vell,” she snapped again, demanding your attention, “Vhaz do you have zo say for yourself?”

“S-Sorry, Photo, I…I kinda had a rough night. I was busy taking some…pretty intense pictures and then I um…had a lot of cleaning up to do afterward. It was…pretty exhausting,” you explain, before it finally dawns on you. “Oh and um, I found these yesterday too. I think you dropped them.”

You quickly dig into your pocket and fish out her sunglasses that she left yesterday and handed them to her. She quickly snatches them from you and looks them over. “Ah, yes, I…I did misplace zhem zhe ozher day. Zhank you, I also have somezhing of yours,” she said as she unfolded her arms and held out your camera to you. “I found iz lasz nighz in zhe Darkroom. Be sure noz zo forgez iz again, iz is…a very good camera.”

“Oh, thanks,” you smile at her as you take back your camera.

“You’re velcome,” she smile’s sweetly with a nod, before her face quickly devolved back into her serious demeanor, “Now, chop chop, ve are burning precious daylighz!”

“Yes ma’am,” you exclaim in surprise before dashing off.

You go over to the closet where all your special lenses are as you set your bag on the table next to it. As you pull out your camera case and put your camera inside, you start going over just what lenses and filters you’ll need. While you’re gathering your things, you hear Photo shouting in the background, “Alrighz, everyone, lez’s gez a move on. Zhe soccer zeam is noz going to phozograph zhemselves.”

You look over your shoulder to see everyone piling out the door with Photo herding them out with her phone in hand. Just as the last two are carrying out the large power fan, she looks over at you and shouts, “Don’z doddle, Anon.”

“Right, sorry,” you apologize and go back to gathering your things.

“If you are feeling sluggish, zake a minuze and gez an energy drinks from zhe fridge and meez us on zhe field.”

“Thanks, I could use a pick me up,” you chuckle, glancing back at her to see her fiddling with her phone. You move over to the small rec refrigerator in the far-right corner of the room and pull out one of the healthy energy drinks Photo keeps on tap.

You crack it open and take a sip just as the last two members drag the fan out the door. “Don’z zake zoo long,” she said, putting her phone in her pocket and walking out the door.

“I’ll be right there, promise,” you assure her with a smile. Not a second later, your phone buzzes in your pocket, indicating you just got a text. You pull it out to read it and your brow knit together in intrigue as you see it’s from Photo.

Thanx for last nite. It truly was magical ;) Also, sorry for taking your camera, I needed to take the pictures home to process and clean them up…so to speak :p. Now, let me be clear, I would never just do those sort of things with anybody and with that being said, I’m glad I did them with you, Anon. You really helped me get my confidence back and exposed my inner “magiks” to me in a way I never thought possible and I know now I could have only found it because someone who cares about me showed it to me. And just so you know, I deleted the pictures off your camera so you can’t look at them, but if you do want to see them, you could stop by my house and I’d be happy to show you. My parents aren’t home either and I would love to have another “private” photo shoot, so be sure not to forget your camera this time . Oh and in case you need some further incentive, check out the attachment. Hope to see you later, meine freund ;)

You feel your heart skip a beat as it begins to race and you’re pretty sure it’s not the energy drink. You feel completely ecstatic, so much so that you instantly open the picture attachment. When the picture file opens up, your eyes widen and your cheeks burn red hot that the sight. The picture shows Photo sitting in front of the camera in a pair of black and white striped knee high socks, a pair of lacy polka dotted panties and a loose black t-shirt dangling off her shoulders with the left sleeve hanging so far down her left breast is completely visible, her glasses off, leaving her face exposed as she blows a kiss at the camera.

Your head wipes toward the door, just in time to see Photo about to close it. She smiles knowingly at you before lowering her shades and giving you a flirtatious wink as she closes the door behind you. A wide, broad smile as you read the text again. “I can’t believe it, Photo like me! Well, if the text and picture are anything, it’s a little more than that!” You grin like a maniac as your eyes trail down the text one last time until they lock onto the last two words. “Meine freund? Huh, she called me that a lot yesterday too, I wonder what it means?”

You quickly look the translation on your phone. When you manage to find it, you smile happily at it. The word seems to have a multitude of translations, but relatively all the same meaning. “Huh, in that case, I wonder how you say, “Photo’s my girlfriend” in German?” you chuckle to yourself.