The setting was perfect. A large California mansion, down the coast away from the city, with a huge plate glass window over looking the ocean. The sunny sky outside created a wonderfully warm and enticing atmosphere for the photo shoot at hand, with two of the stars of the hottest show on TV, The OC.

"Ok ladies, go ahead and get comfortable on the couch," said David, the photographer. He was in his mid 20s and a bit scruffy around the edges, but both women - Rachel Bilson and Samaire Armstrong - felt very comfortable with the setting. They were not strangers to being photographed. Rachel had done a number of shoots for the "lad" magazines, Maxim and Stuff, and while Samaire didn't have as large of a background, she had done some sexy stuff on her own.

They were both dressed in a provocative, if covering way. Rachel wore a bikini with a camouflage pattern, the shorts barely covering her supple ass cheeks. Her dark brown hair hung freely against her shoulders, accentuating the color of her rich brown eyes, the sun making them sparkle with color.

Samaire was dressed equally as sexily, with a wife-beater tank top (and no bra) and a pair of purple bikini underwear, the word TEASE written across the front, just above her mound. Over her shoulders hung a loose piece of fabric, light pink in color, to bring out the contrast of her short blonde hair. Both girls knew each other well, obviously, from the set and were excited about the prospect of being in a shoot together, especially to promote the upcoming season.

"Rachel, I want you to sit on the edge of the couch, on the top while Samaire, I want you next to her, your arms on her knees," said David.

They both did as they were asked, smiling for the camera as David and his assistant, Mark, took the first pictures of the afternoon. David was working the high-res camera while Mark was doing the sample shots with a Polaroid, the camera churning out test pictures loudly as the girls struck their pose.

"Alright, Rachel, I'd like to see you put your hair over your left shoulder," said David as he clicked off some shots.

"Like this?" asked Rachel, tossing her head back as she smiled sexily for the camera.

"Yes, perfect. Now Samaire, take off the fabric and hold it in your hands, letting the edge lay across Rachel's thigh. Perfect!" said David.

The shoot continued like this for a few minutes, with about half a dozen different poses being shot. David would ask the girls to pose and Mark would take the test shots, setting them in a pile on the table nearby.

"Alright, let's take a break," David said after a minute. Both girls stood from the couch and stretched while David and Mark talked amongst themselves, looking over the shots.

"I really liked Entourage this year Sam," Rachel said to her friend.

"It must have been nice to get away with all that swearing on TV,"

Samaire grinned. "Yeah, it was nice. The ratings weren't too hot, but what can you do. It's not TV, it's HBO,"

"What else did you do while we were off," asked Rachel.

"Not too much. I read some scripts, traveled some, went to some premieres but mostly just enjoyed the break. After the show hit so big, it was hard to find any sort of peace and quiet," she replied.

"Yeah, I hear that. I want to do some movies too, but I know that the show is going to hamper my schedule a bit. I'll see how things go with my contract when it's up, maybe I'll move on," Rachel said.

"I know. We can only pretend to play teenagers for so long. I don't want to end up as another 90210, you know?" Samaire said.

"Mos def," Rachel said with a laugh. David approached them, clearing his throat.

"Uh ladies, I'm afraid I have a bit of bad news. Mark just got a call that his wife is going into labor and, since we rode together, I've got to take him to the hospital. I'm afraid we are going to have to start this shoot over some other time," he said to the two women, disappointment in his voice.

"In labor? Shit man, you better go then!" Rachel said with a laugh to Mark, who grinned sheepishly. The four said their goodbyes and Rachel and Samaire watched them go as they went to gather up their stuff and change.

As Samaire picked up her bag, she realized that Mark had left his camera on the table.

"Shit! He forgot his stuff!" she said to Rachel, who was pulling her hair back in a pony tail. Rachel looked at the camera and shrugged.

"Maybe he will be coming back?" Rachel said.

"I don't know, this doesn't exactly seem like the house of a photographer," Samaire said.

Rachel walked over to the table and picked up the camera, examining it. "I never understood why they shoot with two cameras when they do these things,"

"Oh, that's easy. It's so they can tell where the weak lighting areas are immediately, rather than getting the real stuff developed first,"

Samaire said. "Here, go stand by the window and I'll show you,"

Rachel walked to the window and looked out. The Pacific was clear and calm today, and the horizon stretched for miles on end. It was too bad the shoot had to be cancelled, days like this didn't come along too often.

"Ok Rachel, strike a pose," Samaire said with a smirk. Rachel hammed it up, pursing her lips as she thrust her chest out at the camera, her young breasts straining against the fabric of her top. Samaire clicked the camera and a few seconds later a photo whirred out. Taking the photo, she shook it in her hand and then walked over to Rachel by the window.

"See, there is a lot of glare here around your head," Samaire said as the two girls studied the picture. "But it looks like your boobs came out perfectly!"

They giggled together at this as Rachel took the camera from Samaire.

"Here, let me try!"

Rachel moved beside Samaire as the blonde leaned against the window, arching her back and thrusting her pelvis forward. She looked undeniably sexy, especially the faint tease of her midriff showing under the top, except for the incredibly goofy face she was making - her eyes crossed and her tongue sticking out sideways from the corner of her mouth. Rachel could barely stop laughing to take the picture, and when it came out they both broke into another giggle fit, sliding down the glass of the window and sitting on the hardwood floor.

"Oh man, I've got to get one of these cameras," Samaire said. "They can be so much fun,"

Rachel nodded in agreement, then, looking at her friend, broke out laughing again.

"What? Don't think I can afford it?" said Samaire.

"No no, it's not that," Rachel said between giggles. "It's just... well, I think the camera turns you on a little bit," she said, pointing at Samaire's chest. The blonde looked down and then blushed brightly - her nipples had become aroused and were now poking out against the fabric of her top.

"Gimme that thing," Samaire said, snatching the camera from Rachel.

"You can't honestly tell me that these things don't turn you on some too,"

"Oh yeah, they do. Except beach shoots. Damn sand gets all up in my ass," Rachel said with a laugh.

Samaire blushed again and giggled to herself.

"Oh, now what? Is your mind going into the gutter Sam?"

"Yeah, I'm afraid it is. It's just when you said 'crack'..."

Rachel playfully slapped her friend on the arm. "Stop that, you know what I mean. Though it does get in there sometimes too,"

"Uh huh," said Samaire.

The two stopped giggling for a moment, as a weird silence filled the room. Rachel studied the camera in her hands absently as she suddenly became aware of the fact that the two of them were alone in the room, talking about sex. Rachel had been with a number of men before of course, but had, like most girls, wondered what it would be like to be with a girl. Samaire was very beautiful, in a unique and inviting way. She had a great smile and an awesome body and...

Breaking Rachel's train of thought, Samaire spoke.

"Hey, want to umm... take some more pictures?" she said, her voice echoing in the room.

"What kind of pictures?" Rachel asked, trying to get her mind off the lusty thoughts she had been having only a moment before.

"I don't know, something kinda sexy maybe. There's still some film left in this camera and..."

"Sure!" Rachel said, jumping up and handing Samaire the camera.

Consciously, she didn't even realize why she had agreed to it, but some part of her brain liked the idea of having a little fun here in private with her friend.

"You want to go first?" Samaire asked, holding the camera at her waist.

"Yeah, ok. What did you have in mind?"

"Well, how about a little tease for the guys when they come back to get their camera. Here, go stand against the couch," Samaire said, pointing to the back of the couch.

Rachel did as her friend asked, facing away from the window. She couldn't help but notice a bit more throatiness in her friend's voice when she spoke now, and Rachel could feel a slight dampness starting to form between her legs.

"Bend over the couch a bit and stick your ass out," Samaire said with a giggle. "Ok, good. Now, put your thumbs in the sides of your bottoms and pull them down jusssstttt a little bit. Perfect!"

Rachel felt funny doing this, she had to admit, but she also could feel quite a bit of arousal knowing that they were being naughty with a camera. She heard Samaire take one picture behind her, then heard it fall to the floor. Obviously, she wasn't done with just one.

"Hey Rach, pull them down just a little bit more. Let's see some of that crack!" Samaire said. They both broke into laughter again, but Rachel complied with her friends request, feeling the top of the bikini slide down further, exposing just the slightest hint of her ass crack.

Samaire moved closer and, as Rachel turned around to look, saw her friend kneeling as she zoomed in on Rachel's ass and supple legs.

Feeling a little uncomfortable at the closeness of this, Rachel stood up at the waist.

"My turn to take some of you," Rachel said. Samaire looked up at her, a little disappointed, but handed the camera over anyways. She couldn't help but notice as well, that Rachel had left her bikini bottoms pulled down slightly, exposing even more of her ass than what Samaire had originally asked for.

"Here, why don't you go stand by the window and take your shirt off,"

Rachel said boldly, checking how many pictures were left in the camera.

"What???" Samaire said, surprised.

"I'll turn my head, don't worry," said Rachel. "I just wanted to get some pictures of your back and it would look better if people thought you were nude,"

"People? Who are you planning on showing these to?" Samaire asked, feigning shock.

"Oh you know, all those perverts on the Internet," Rachel replied smartly. "I'm sure you're fans would love them. Look what happened to Paris,"

"Ha, not likely," Samaire said. "But alright, I guess it's only fair,"

Rachel turned her back to Samaire, but watched out of the corner of her eye through the reflection of a nearby picture as Samaire removed her top and shook her hair free, her small breasts sticking out excitedly from her chest. Rachel again felt a surge of heat between her legs, but tried to stay calm.

"You can turn around now Rachel," Samaire said as her friend did just that. Samaire was standing there wearing nothing but her tiny, TEASE panties, but held her arms across her chest to cover her breasts.

"Ok, perfect," Rachel said. "Now turn around and face the window,"

Samaire gave her friend an evil little grin before turning around, her bare, sexy back now facing Rachel. Puttering around behind her for a minute, Rachel sounded concerned.