"Alright I have it all set up now." She flopped back onto the bed. "Now, take it off."
He fidgeted. "Do... do i have to?"
"Yes," she said firmly. "We had an agreement. You take off your shirt, I'll take off mine."
"But the camera..."
"I told you! I want a picture of it. I"ll let you take a picture of me too, as long as you promise not to share it with anyone."
He grumbled and tugged his shirt down at first, fidgeting with the hem. He wasn't sure he wanted to do this... it was just... it felt almost wrong. No one should be that interested in looking at him without a shirt on, let alone, suggesting she wanted see him without CLOTHES on. With a hefty sigh he finally pulled the tee off, revealing his pale skin, scattered with freckles. A flush rose to his cheeks as the cool air hit his bare skin and his tiny nipples perked up in response.
A flash went off and he looked back at her wide eyed. "That was perfect!" she squeeled, almost laughing. "You should have seen your face, no, wait you can see it, I got a picture."
He felt like screaming at her. He felt like breaking the damn camera. He felt like crying almost but he knew that would just make her laugh at him more and he'd already had enough embarrassment tonight. He grabbed for his shirt but she was smaller and quicker than him. "No no, thats not what we agreed."
Standing in front of him, she smiled up, stroking her hands over his arms and shoulders. "My turn right?" She reached down and quickly and expertly disrobed her top. "There." Her soft breasts were barely contained in a half cup pink lacy underwire bra and he couldn't drag his eyes away.
"Now, that wasn't so bad was it?" She slid her arms up under his, pulling him close into a hug. "Mmm... soft."
He froze and stiffened up, not sure what to do in this situation. There they were, skin to skin, her pressed into his fat gut... and she was enjoying it? His arms tentatively wrapped around her much smaller frame.

'This isn't so bad...'