<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a5/Emmaq8.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Emma Q<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Alex<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Classroom 2-A<br/><br/><hr/><br/>From the moment she watched Samantha and Kim leave together and let her imagination run wild, Emma was at war with the new addition to her anatomy.<em>Follow, follow, </em>her body urged her, and her front teeth crossed her lip as she watched their hips find a rhythm together. They were both looking so nice today, and maybe they'd appreciate some pictures for the yearbook. Pictures of their sopping cunts, spreadeagle on the school stairs- no! Emma could feel the tape pulling away from her skin, and stood suddenly to rub the adhesive back down through the pleats of her skirt. It never was as sticky, after the first time.<br/><br/>The camera had a long, thick strap to it, thick enough that just the night before it'd held her whole body captive. Emma looped it around her svelte body and let it slide all the way down to her hips, a way no respectable photographer would carry her livelihood, and unclipped the weight of the camera. The added restraint of the strap seemed to do the trick. She tightened the buckle around her hips, just to be sure, and the pleats hugged her as tightly as a pencil skirt before flaring out at a hippie fringe just under the strap. But now she had the camera in her hands, and a dull ache that wanted to admire the bodies of class 2-A. The ache was nothing new.<br/><br/>A snapshot clicked from behind Alex, catching her tense in mid-chew, curious for the disembodied words coming down the earbuds, given a golden aura by the morning sun in her blonde hair. From one aisle to the next Emma followed where the camera led her, a picture of Alexandria's sweet smile so her photolog could show she looked just as good from the front.<em>Hey, girl, </em>Emma mouthed with a sly little wink, knowing that Alex wouldn't hear her through the buds. The murmur of her textbook on tape was just barely detectable to Emma's ears.<br/><br/>With flirtatious mischief Emma tugged at one of the buttons of her own collar, to suggest to Alex could do to show a little more throat for the camera. Oh, it was pretty clear Alex wasn't interested in girls, but that was what made her a safe sounding board. She was that one quaint straight friend with whom Emma could flirt without it having to mean anything. Every girl needed that one straight friend. For some reason, though, they were in awful short supply around these parts.