Seventeen

My photography hobby exposes me to models. Many are aspiring models who ask me to photograph them for their portfolio. I am no studio photographer. I don't have lighting equipment, backdrops, umbrellas. I just have one DSLR and a couple of lenses. So when aspiring models ask me to photograph them, I normally take them to a park.

I met Celine in a college basketball game. I was courtside. She was high up on the stands. And she was flashing a placard. The placard had a huge red heart surrounding a message addressed to a specific basketball player. It had the words "LOVE YOU" in bold red capital letters and a mobile phone number. I figured that it was a marketing ploy---Axe advertisements had pretty models displaying bogus phone numbers all the time.

I took a couple of shots. Celine noticed me and continued to coquettishly pose. She tilted her butt. She placed her hands on her waist. She blew a fake kiss. She parted her lips slightly and her tongue peeked provocatively. I indulged. I probably took 50 shots.

With her thumb close to her hear and pinky finger close to her lips, she signalled me to call her. I returned the signal. She shouted to send her the pictures. She pointed at the placard. I took my mobile phone and punched in the number.

Hi. I am the guy in the court taking your pics. What's your email address so I can send the pics.

And, to my surprise, she replied.

As soon as I got home, I hooked my camera to my computer and sent the pics to Celine. Throughout the week, we chatted and exchanged info through SMS. She is college student in one of the upscale universities, a part-time model, and she had appeared in the covers of several magazines. She was extremely friendly, and it was difficult to discern whether or not she was flirting. She wanted to meet for lunch. I tested her and asked if she would be ok for after-dinner drinks on a Friday and she giddily approved.

Then I found out she was seventeen. And I don't mean weeks away from eighteen. She was 11 months away from reaching legal age.

I naturally did not push through with the rendezvous. I may be extremely active in the sex scene, but dealing with minors is not my thing. The last thing I need is for her to get drunk, or I getting drink, and a "sex-with-a-minor" charge hanging over my head. I am not that desperate.

Celine continues to send me SMS messages. And we occasionally chat through Yahoo. She understands the repercussions of our age difference and the fact that I do not want to go out with a minor. She sometimes asks about sex and elaborates on her fantasies but I weave around the questions and shift topics. She claims she has a boyfriend, a fellow student in the same university, but oftentimes she would complain about his fixation on online gaming and his devil-may-care attitude towards schoolwork. She has begun to send me a countdown until she reaches 18, which is still more than 200 days away.

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Comments

[screamer]

Wow dude, now I'm really curious. So was she working that day marketing Axe? Or did she have her real number on the placard and advertising herself?
Buwayahman: She had her personal number on the placard. I myself couldn't believe that she was that bold

[Sandman]

Jail bait yan B-man. Literally, "pinain niya ang sarili niya". Wild kids nowadays.

[mango man]

wow! do you think she could be playing the same game with other guys? I mean, anyone could have seen the placard with her number, and called/texted her....