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A Gift Amongst Friends Ch. 02

By: Insufficient



This story immediately follows the events of the first chapter and will make numerous references to it. Although I hope each chapter is able to stand up as an enjoyable tale on its own, I strongly recommend starting at the beginning if you haven't already done so. It will just make so much more sense that way.

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Thursday. David had asked if he could pick up the camera on Thursday, which gave Mandy two days to prepare. The important pictures are already there, she thought to herself. I just need to take some filler photos so that they won't seem too conspicuous.

It was finally going to happen. It had been almost six weeks since she almost accidentally lent David a memory card containing intimate photographs of herself, and so much had changed since then.

The accident had awoken a fantasy deep within Mandy—the desire to lose control, to be vulnerable and powerless, and to "accidentally" expose herself to others. She had an uncontrollable yearning to fulfill her fantasy, but she had chickened out two weeks ago when she had gotten a chance to repeat the scenario with Jacob. She would not let her cowardice get in the way again. Not this time. These photos had been taken specifically for this purpose, and that photo shoot had been an unexpected adventure unto itself.

Mandy still wasn't sure if anyone had seen her that night, but she had inadvertently discovered another outlet for her imagination. Since that night of accidental exhibition, she had intentionally left the curtains open a couple times while changing. However, she hadn't done anything nearly as daring as the events of last week...

With two days to fill her memory card with pointless photos, Mandy decided to take her camera around campus. It was a warm spring day, and as an amateur photographer, Mandy had no trouble finding subjects to snap. She wasn't trying particularly hard, and a few images of trees and flowers would suffice for her purpose. She also brought the camera to her biology class and photographed her friends during the mid-class break.

As was their custom during the breaks, Mandy's study group hung out in the main lobby of the lecture hall. Several of her closest friends were in the class, including Sarah, whom Mandy had known since middle school. The two girls had been roommates in their frosh year, but this year, Sarah had chosen to get a single room, leaving Mandy to share a double with a stranger. It worked out for the best, because that is how Mandy and Megan had met. Still, Mandy sometimes missed living with her childhood friend.

The rest of the study group was made up of Mandy and Sarah's mutual friends, David, Jacob, Mike, Stephanie, and Miri. The group was accustomed to Mandy's love of photography, so it was nothing out of the ordinary for her to bring her camera to class.

"Let me take a picture of you and Sarah," Mike offered after Mandy had photographed him and Stephanie.

Mandy hesitated. The camera in her hand contained naked photos of herself—photos of her writhing on her bed, finger fucking herself, and licking her own juices. The most personal photographs she had ever taken were on that camera at this very moment, and her heart skipped a beat as her male friend asked her to hand it over...

...but she did hand it over. She watched intently as Mike lifted the camera and pointed. Her eyes were locked on his hands. She tried to act normal, posing for the photo with her close friend, but she could not concentrate. Mike was only a few button presses away from seeing photographic evidence of Mandy's most private moments, from seeing his friend and classmate naked and degrading herself in the comfort of her own bed. If only he knew.

The flash blinded her, and she was brought back to reality. The camera passed around the group several more times as friends took pictures with one another and goofed off like they normally did.

"Can I get a copy of those pictures when you get a chance?" Sarah asked politely. David and Miri asked if she could do the same for them, and the others gradually agreed.

"Sure, no problem," Mandy replied. "I'll upload them and send them sometime soon." Hmm, that gives me an idea. "David, you can just download them off the memory card when you borrow the camera, right?"

"Yeah, no problem."

She tried to hide her grin as her plans came together. "Okay, cool. I forget what else is on the card. I haven't cleared it in months. I think those pub crawl pictures from last term might be on there, but I forget," she lied. She had removed those images weeks ago. "Just go through there and see if there's anything you want." The double meaning was a joke that only she could get, but that was okay. He will definitely look through the pictures now, and I can play dumb if he says anything. I just wish I could be there when he finds the gift I've left for him.

The break was just about over, so the students gathered their things and headed back towards class.

That night, Mandy was sitting around her dorm room with Jacob, Megan, and Megan's boyfriend, Alex. Mandy had actually known Alex ever since they went to elementary school together, and for the most part, she did not like him—a fact she kept from Megan.

Even as a child, he acted like a spoiled brat. When he grew up, he became an arrogant pervert, and he treated other people like shit. He constantly objectified women, and his jokes and derogatory comments often left Mandy and Sarah feeling uncomfortable. He was a relatively handsome man, tall and fit, with dark hair, and well groomed, but Mandy had known him long enough to see through his appearance.

Up until recently, the last time she had spoken to him had been at their high school prom. He had bumped into her on the dance floor and looked her over approvingly. "Hey, Mandy! You're looking pretty hot tonight!" He had shouted over the music with a drunken slur. "I'll have to keep an eye out for you tonight at the after party. After you've had a few drinks, I bet that dress will slip right off!"

Needless to say, she had steered clear of him at the party and had even gotten a friend to keep watch over her. Mandy had been so happy that she would never have to see him again after that night...until two months ago when Megan brought her new boyfriend home. The shock had been like a punch to the gut.

What could Megan possibly see in him? She was so incredibly out of his league. At 5'6", 140 lbs., and with enormous 36D breasts, Megan was a bombshell. She had light blue eyes, perfect cheek bones, and layered auburn hair that just barely reached her shoulders. She looked like a model, even on a bad day. When Mandy first met her after they had been assigned a room together, she had been jealous. Now she wondered how Alex had ever managed to get with a girl like her.

She didn't know him in high school. She doesn't realize what a jerk he is yet, but she will eventually see it. She has too. Mandy had tried to broach the subject a couple of times, but it was no use. Nobody likes being told that they're dating a jerk, whether it's true or not. Mandy decided to hold her tongue and just wait it out. She would simply have to try and avoid him as much as possible.

Unfortunately, tonight he was unavoidable. When Mandy came back to the dorm room from dinner, Megan and Alex were making out on Megan's bed. Megan insisted that they stop with Mandy there, though Alex didn't see the need. In order to quell the awkwardness, Mandy quickly texted Jacob and invited him up to visit. Once he arrived, the four of them sat around, talking about movies, sports, and classes. Mandy learned that Alex was enrolled in the business program at her school, not that she particularly cared. She also learned that he was still close friends with Tom and Nick, a couple of other assholes from high school that she would have sooner forgotten.

Around midnight, Jacob got up to leave, explaining that he had class in the morning. After he left, Alex whispered something into Megan's ear. Her eyes opened wide and she playfully hit him on the shoulder, laughing. "No! We're not going to do it with her in the room."

Alex seemed visibly annoyed by her response. He did a poor job of keeping his disappointment to himself, and Mandy could clearly read the frustration in his face. He declared that he might as well go home then, grabbed his bag, and left after a cold "goodbye."

What a child. How can she not see that he is a dick? The two girls talked for a bit longer and soon went to bed. Tomorrow would be a big day for Mandy, and she didn't expect to get much sleep.

Several times throughout the night, she quietly touched herself under the safety of her sheets while Megan snored loudly. You've become such a slutty girl, she told herself as she licked one of her fingers clean—something she had never done before last week. Is there anything you won't do?

That last question gave her a devilish idea. At night, Mandy usually slept in just a pair of panties and a loose fitting t-shirt. Tonight was no different. She looked over at Megan to make sure she was still in a deep sleep. Underneath her sheets, Mandy tucked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slowly slipped them down her thighs. Carefully, she pushed them down, past her knees, until they rested around her ankles. She removed them completely, held them out alongside her bed, and let them drop to the floor. Next, she reached back under the sheets and hooked her fingers under the hem of her shirt. The material slipped up over her tummy, along her breasts, and across her shoulders. The shirt found its place on the floor along with her panties.

Mandy paused again to examine Megan. Her snoring had subsided and she was now breathing lightly. Mandy softened her voice into the lowest audible whisper that she could. "Megan? Are you awake?"

The only response was soft breathing. Butterflies filled her tummy as Mandy slowly pulled her sheet down, exposing her naked body to the darkness of the room. She felt the light friction of the material sliding along her swollen nipples until the sheets fell away and she felt cool air on her breasts. Still, the sheet kept sliding, along her stomach, past her smoothly shaven lips, down her thighs, until she could lightly kick it aside with her foot. The two girls frequently changed together, but they rarely stripped down past their underwear. As far as she could remember, this was the first time that Mandy had been completely naked in the same room as Megan.

She slipped out of bed and moved silently towards the window.

A few people were still walking around campus, appearing and disappearing into the darkness as they passed under streetlights along the walkways. In the boys' dorm across the courtyard, several rooms were still lit. In a couple windows, Mandy could see the silhouettes of students sitting at desks. She leaned forward until her nipples made contact with the window. The cold glass sent a chill through her body, but she made no effort to move away. She knew that it was unlikely that anyone would see her in the dark, but the risk of standing so close to the window was exciting nonetheless. It was a strange sensation to watch people going about their lives while standing in the nude.

Mandy turned away from the window and looked over towards Megan. Her roommate was lying on her back with her sheets pulled down to her waist. She was wearing a grey tank top, and her huge breasts stood out prominently as they rose and fell with each breath. In the faint light from the window, Mandy examined the ample cleavage that showed through her deep neckline. She could just barely make out where Megan's nipples poked against the fabric.

I wonder what they look like, she wondered. The thought caught her off-guard. Although she had been occasionally curious about what it would be like to be with another woman, she had never really looked at another women as a sexual object...

What the fuck am I doing? She stepped back. She's my friend and my roommate.

She snuck back towards her bed, but she could not take her eyes off the sleeping beauty. Once again giving into temptation, she pleasured herself then and there, naked on her own bed, no more than six feet away from Megan. As she approached her climax, Mandy rolled over onto her stomach and muffled her moans into a pillow.

Exhausted, she immediately fell asleep.

In her dream, Mandy was at her biology class, surrounded by her classmates. Everybody was talking about their most recent assignment, but Mandy was afraid because she hadn't finished it. She knew her professor would be disappointed if he found out, so she tried to hide in the back of the classroom. Despite her efforts, everyone was staring at her.

Looking down, she was shocked to learn that she was wearing only a towel. She turned back up towards her classmates, who were all cramped into her tiny dorm room. I didn't invite you guys here. It must have been Megan. It's too crowded in here, and I'm going to be in trouble. She wanted to tell them that they had to leave, but her voice was gone.

Looking back towards the window and over the courtyard, Mandy had a wicked thought. With her back to her classmates, she loosened the towel. Pretend you didn't see them or they'll think you're a slut. Eyes followed her everywhere. From across the courtyard, her friends watched her from the windows of the boys' dormitory. As the towel dropped to the floor, cameras flashed all around her.

I have to get to the shower. I'm going to be late for class. Hands forcefully grabbed at her bare buttocks and would not allow her to move. She struggled, but it was no use. The more I show them, the more they want. A stream of hot water poured over her naked body as Mandy suddenly found herself in the shower. She could still feel her classmates' hands, but she didn't see them anywhere. Am I still being watched? It didn't really matter—they had already seen everything.

She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation as the hands roamed across her entire body, soaping and scrubbing her head to toe before finally merging into a single pair. She opened her eyes and found Megan in the shower with her, naked. Megan stood behind Mandy with her arms around her body and her hands gently caressing Mandy's breasts. She is so beautiful. The two naked girls embraced as the room filled with a fury of camera flashes. I want to kiss her and I don't care who sees it. But as her lips touched her roommate, Mandy was flung onto her bed.

After you've had a few drinks, I bet that dress will slip right off... A voice echoed in her head. She got to her knees and looked up at Alex standing above her. She tried to get up but he pushed her down. She tried a second time, and he pushed her again. Why is he so mean to me? But she knew exactly what he wanted. She reached up and unbuckled his pants, pulling out his throbbing cock. She took him into her mouth and sucked him in shame while her classmates looked on.

Suddenly, he pushed her down onto the bed again. She tried to get up but a myriad of hands held her down. No, please don't. But her voice was nowhere to be found...or perhaps the words were a lie. She wiggled to escape, but the hands would not let go. They knew. They all knew. She thrashed and fought, but the hands held her steady as Alex forced himself inside of her, and she could feel his cum filling her womanhood. The only sound to pass her lips was a cry of pleasure. They all know.

She woke suddenly. What the fuck was that?!

Her head was flooded with emotions and her sheets were soaked with sweat. As she tried to shake the disturbing thoughts from her mind, the morning sunlight peeked through the curtains and onto her glistening skin. I'm naked. She looked over at her shirt and panties, strewn across the floor, and the events of last night came back to her. She looked over towards Megan's empty bed, neatly made, and panic set in. Oh shit, did she see me lying here naked or was I under the sheets? Ugh, this could get really awkward when she gets home from class.

However, the panic soon gave way to anxious excitement. It reminded her of last week's photo shoot, when she had realized that she had left the curtains open. The uncertainty of whether she had been seen, whether she had been exposed, brought a smirk to her face as she got out of bed.

She had been living with Megan for almost seven months, and never until last night had she ever thought of her sexually. But now she remembered the way that Megan's top had clung to her body as she slept. Mandy tried to imagine what Megan would think if she had seen her naked. Would she be shocked? Would she like what she saw? Mandy couldn't remember Megan ever showing any sign that she was interested in women. But I never showed any sign before last night either...

Still naked, Mandy wandered around the room in a daze, eventually focusing enough to get ready. She peeked through the curtains at the busy walkways below. Do it. Nobody is looking.

She allowed herself to open the curtains slightly, knowing that if anyone bothered to look up, they might get a partial view of her. But as far as she could tell, nobody noticed.

Mandy had a quick shower that morning. The dream was still vivid in her memory and she wasn't sure whether she should be worried about Megan. She's pretty easy-going. She probably wouldn't bring it up even if she did see me.

She decided not to attend her biology tutorial that morning and instead went for lunch. Having slept in much later than usual, it was almost noon by the time she was finished getting ready and left her room.

What did the dream mean? She wondered as she walked through campus. The last part had particularly frightened her. In her dream, she did nothing to stop Alex from taking her. The details were fading from her memory with every waking minute, but it seemed like she had wanted him to fuck her in the dream. No, that can't be right. But the more that she replayed it in her mind, the more that she felt butterflies in her stomach. I was weak and he took control of me. The ambivalent thrill reminded Mandy of her first close call with David and the camera.

Oh, right! David is picking up the camera today! After such an eventful morning, she had completely forgotten about it. Mandy wondered if she should perhaps call off her elaborate plan for a second time after everything that had happened. The thought weighed heavily on her mind while she ate lunch at the meal hall. She seemed to be headed down a dangerous path, and she wasn't sure where it would take her. Maybe the dream was a warning. However, when she got back to her dorm room and found David's message asking when he should come by for the camera, her excitement returned and doubts faded away.

Megan would be home any minute, but she usually went out with her friends on Thursday nights, leaving Mandy with the room to herself.

"can u stop by tonite? im busy most of the day."

It felt like an eternity as she paced the room, waiting for his reply. Minutes later, her phone chimed. "sure no prob. see u at 9ish?"

It was already 1:00pm, and she dreaded the thought of waiting eight more hours. I waited a month and a half...I can wait a few more hours.

Megan soon arrived home, and that provided a temporary distraction.

"Hey!" Mandy greeted, nervously.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Just got back from lunch. You eat yet?"

"Yeah, I grabbed a sandwich on the way home from class."

"Cool." Mandy's stomach twisted in knots as she tried desperately to read Megan's body language. Is she acting strange? Does she look like she saw me naked? Would she even act differently if that were the case? Maybe she was awake the whole time and saw me masturbating. Would that be such a bad thing? She tried not to think about it, but the questions bombarded her mind. "Do you have plans for tonight?" Mandy asked, trying her best to be nonchalant.


A Gift Amongst Friends Ch. 02



"I'll probably go downtown with Kelly and her roommate. They are thinking of going to Pipers', and I'm off tomorrow, so I'll probably be out late." The Shady Piper was a pub downtown, popular with the local students, and one of Megan's favorite hangouts. "What about you?"

"Not sure. David is supposed to come over to pick up my camera tonight, but after that I'll wait and see." After that, I don't really care. The important thing was that Megan would be gone out.

"Well, you're welcome to come with us if you want, but I know Piper's isn't really your favorite spot." It was true. Although The Shady Piper was a nice quiet place for a drink, Mandy preferred to go somewhere that she could dance.

"Thanks, but I'll probably pass," Mandy replied politely. She didn't detect anything out of the ordinary with Megan. Maybe I was worried for nothing. I was probably hidden under the sheets, and she was probably so busy getting ready for class that she wouldn't have even noticed. "Anyway, I better go or I'll be late for class." With that, Mandy grabbed her books and left.

The three hour psychology class dragged on forever. Mandy was grateful that the professor posted most of his notes online, because she hardly heard a word that he said that day. Her mind was elsewhere, thinking of cameras and windows...and Megan. I wonder what it's like to be with a woman. Is it really better than a guy, like everyone says? Now those would be some great pictures to give to the guys...

Part of her was worried that the current pictures weren't as sexy as she hoped. Maybe David would laugh at them or think she was a loser for taking them. No, of course he won't. You've seen the way that he looks at you. This will be the greatest day of his life.

The professor mentioned something about the research participation assignment that she needed to complete for the course, but Mandy wasn't really listening. Whatever, I'll just ask Sarah about it later. She looked at the clock in the corner. Will this class ever end? She couldn't recall the last time that she had felt this impatient.

Finally, 5:00pm came and class was over. As Mandy was getting up to go, Sarah stopped her to ask if she wanted to go out drinking later that night. Unlike Megan, Mandy did have class on Fridays, but not until the afternoon. "I don't know," Mandy hastily replied as she tossed her books into her bag. "Call me later—I'm busy until after 10." But before Sarah could get in another word, Mandy was up and out the door.

The rest of her afternoon dragged on. She got home and hung out with Megan for a while. As the two girls discussed upcoming exams, Mandy decided that things were cool with her roommate. Either she didn't see me, or she didn't care. It was a reassuring thought, but it didn't change Mandy's newfound interest in Megan...or, at the very least, Megan's body. Whatever, I have bigger things to focus on. Just a few more hours until David arrives.

Mandy was sitting at her desk, staring up at the camera on her shelf when her phone chimed. Sarah was letting her know that several of her friends would be going to The LoRider around 10pm if she was interested. She wanted to know if they should stop by to get her before they left.

Ugh, 10pm? By the time David leaves, that would only give me like half an hour to shower and get ready. Unless...

"yes come by after 10," she texted back to Sarah. Mandy would almost certainly be hyped up this evening and the alcohol and dancing might be exactly what she needed.

Mandy and Megan went to dinner together and sat with several of their other friends from the dorm. The meal hall was serving spaghetti and meat balls, but Mandy was too excited to eat much. Megan and Kelly talked about their plans for the evening, while Francis complained about an upcoming paper for his political science class. Katrina talked about a volunteer position that she was taking in her research lab, and Mandy tried to sound interested, but her mind was elsewhere. Her eyes were constantly on the clock.

Around 7pm, they all said their goodbyes and went back to their dorm rooms.

After a bit of cleaning up, Megan began getting ready for her night out with Kelly. The Piper wasn't exactly a fancy spot, so it didn't require any dressing up. Still, Mandy tried not to stare too obviously when her roommate went over to the closet to change shirts. She watched from behind as Megan pulled her t-shirt off and threw it in the pile of dirty clothes at the foot of her bed.

Her skin was not quite as pale as Mandy's, but she was definitely not a tanned girl. She stood in front of the closet for a moment in her purple bra while she contemplated what to wear. Mandy took the moment to admire her perfect skin and her perfect figure. Megan had several tattoos, and now Mandy could see the skull and flowers on her bare left shoulder and the band of thorns and daggers on her right arm. Although she couldn't see it now, Mandy knew that Megan also had a mermaid under her jeans on her left thigh.

The yellow tank top that Megan chose to put on still showed off a lot of skin, including both of her upper-body tattoos. After a light addition of make-up, she grabbed her things and left to get Kelly.

I finally have the place to myself. Mandy looked at the clock. She still had 45 minutes left to get ready. She picked up the camera and began flipping through the pictures. She tried to imagine that it was her first time looking at them. She tried to imagine that she was looking at someone else. She tried to imagine that she had just stumbled upon these pictures by accident.

The girl in these pictures looks like a total slut. Satisfied, she put the camera back down and began circling the small room impatiently. She opened up the curtains and looked at the boys' dorm across the courtyard. I wonder if anyone is staring back at me.

Her mind drifted back to the night of her photo shoot. She tried to guess which dorm rooms would have had the clearest view. Her eyes were drawn to one room on the floor above her own where a group of boys were sitting close to the window. It looked like a couple of them were looking back at her, but it was hard to tell in the low light.

It was getting dark outside, and with her overhead light on, Mandy's silhouette would be quite prominent in the window. Do it, a voice urged inside of her. Undress for them like you did last week. Expose yourself to them and give them another show to remember.

She bit her lip and resisted the temptation, stepping away from the window instead. With only 30 minutes left until David was supposed to arrive, she began putting her plan into action.

"hey dave," she texted, "text me when ur on ur way here. i might be getting reddy to go out and want to make sure im here"

After David responded that it wouldn't be a problem, Mandy grabbed her towel and headed for the shower...

Half an hour had passed and she was back in her room when she heard a knock at the door. She looked through the peephole, and sure enough, David stood out in the hall, alone.

"Oh shit," Mandy said loudly, hoping for her voice to carry into the hall. Got to make him think he caught me unprepared. "Just give me a second."

"Do you want me to come back?" David's muffled voice replied through the door. He had several other friends in the building, so Mandy knew it wouldn't have been much trouble for him to waste a few minutes.

"No, it's okay. Just give me a second." A moment later, she unlocked the door and opened it a crack. Mandy leaned her face into the opening, with her body positioned behind the door. "Hey, sorry about that," she greeted him. "I just got out of the shower and haven't gotten dressed yet." She leaned a little further and to tease him with a glimpse of her bare shoulder. "I'm in a towel, so I won't be inviting you in," she explained with a laugh.

"That's okay. Sorry if I came at a bad time."

"No, it's not your fault. I'm just running late." She ran her fingers through her wet hair, pushing it back behind her ear. She felt vulnerable behind the door, even though she knew that nothing was exposed. "Sarah and I are going to The LoRider later. You wanna come?" I think Jacob and Ashley are going. Mike will probably go if you and Jacob do."

"Yeah, maybe. Give me a call when you guys are heading down."

"Sure. Just wait here while I get the camera," Mandy instructed as she closed the door... but she did not close it completely. She had lived in this dorm for nearly a year, and she knew that the doors in most rooms had a tendency of drifting open if they were not shut completely. Her room was no exception.

She turned her back on the door and walked over towards her desk to fetch the camera. Her mind flooded with images of the door slowly creeping open behind her, but she could not check to be certain. That would ruin her plan. She imagined David watching innocently from the hallway while she sauntered around in her towel, oblivious.

Don't hesitate or he'll know it was planned. She got to her desk and pretended to search for the camera, all the while keeping her back on the door. She wondered whether it had opened at all. The sound of her neighbor's music seemed to be getting gradually louder, suggesting that her plan had worked, but she wasn't sure. Perhaps her act was all for nothing.

Still, she continued with her pretend search. As she bent over to look in one of her drawers, she could feel her terry cloth wrapping rise along her thighs ever so slightly. She could feel the cool air on her buttocks as her ass cheeks peeked out from below the towel. But as quickly as the peek came, it disappeared as she stood back up and began searching the upper shelves.

By now, she figured that the door must have drifted at least halfway open, leaving her completely unobstructed.

Mandy spotted the camera on the top shelf. She reached one arm up high to grab it and set her other hand on her desk to steady herself. This should be a good view. Her body stretched outwards as she leaned forward on her toes. Once again, she felt the towel rise, farther than before. She felt the material rise at least midway up her ass as she reached out as far as she could. She took in a deep breath as butterflies spread throughout her stomach. She was exposing herself to her friend, and as far as he knew, she was oblivious.

As her body stretched, she felt the towel loosen around her chest. Part of her wanted it to fall. She wanted him to see her completely exposed and vulnerable, but she thought better of it. He will see everything once he gets the camera, she reminded herself.

The familiar sound of her neighbor's door closing made her jump as her fingers clasped the camera. As she stepped back from the desk, Mandy felt her left foot catch on her chair.

It all happened in an instant. She stumbled back, certain that she would fall to the floor. Her left hand clung instinctively to her expensive camera while the right arm swung desperately for something to grab.

Her body started to fall just as her right arm found her roommate's desk behind her, and she slammed into it instead. The sudden motion caused her towel to unravel as she tried to regain her balance.

She felt like a helpless observer as the loose cloth slipped down her body. Time seemed to slow down as she felt the friction of the towel falling loosely over her breasts. Her left arm pulled in quickly, frantically hoping to catch it.

However, her attempt was too late. Her right breast slipped out first, followed quickly by the left. Without her breasts to hold it up, the towel fell to her feet unhindered.

Naked, lying back over Megan's desk, Mandy took a moment to catch her breath. She wasn't hurt, but the fall had knocked the wind out of her. That certainly wasn't part of the plan. She looked over towards the door and saw that it was wide open. Staring back at her from the hall were David and her neighbor from two doors down, Andrew.

"Are you okay?" David asked, sounding genuinely concerned, but Mandy could see that he wasn't looking at her eyes.

Andrew watched silently from behind. Mandy had only ever spoken to him a few times, and he made no effort to hide his gaze. She could feel their eyes drinking in her bare flesh.

Mandy jumped from the desk and bent over to pick up the towel. Her face turned a bright shade of red as she tried desperately to cover herself with her arms and turn her body away from the boys' hungry eyes. "Oh my god," she cried, humiliated. She fumbled with the towel and held the loose garment to her chest in a vain attempt to hide her body. "I can't believe that just happened!" She had played the scenario over a million times in her mind, but this hadn't gone as planned at all.

With an arm pressed across her chest and an elbow held down to pin the towel in the place, Mandy fumbled her way towards the door and the speechless boys. Her left breast still hung exposed as she forcefully shoved the camera into David's hand.

"Here, take it. I'll call you later about the LoRider." She didn't wait for a response as she closed the door in his face. This time she made sure that it was closed completely, locking it to be safe. Her back was a bit sore from the tumble, but otherwise Mandy was merely shaken.

With her privacy restored, she let the towel drop and headed towards the mirror. There was a small red mark where she had hit the desk, but she doubted it was bad enough to leave a bruise. She also checked Megan's desk to make sure that she hadn't broken anything during her tumble. Luckily, the computer tower was stored under the desk and the monitor was pushed back out of harm's way.

With that taken care of, she gave herself a moment to finally exhale. Fuck! What a fucking disaster! It must have only lasted a few seconds, and their view would have been limited from the side, but she had not meant to show David so much, and she definitely hadn't expected for Andrew to walk by.

And now David had the camera with the naked pictures as well. That had been the plan all along, hadn't it? Now those pictures are going to look pretty suspicious. It's either going to look like I did it on purpose or like I'm some vapid clumsy slut. But isn't that what I wanted?

Why did I give him those pictures? It was such a stupid mistake to do this. She considered calling him and asking him to bring the camera back, but then she would need to come up with an explanation. Her heart pounded in her chest as she tried to find an escape from her situation.

She thought about the way that David and Andrew had been staring at her, lying there naked and vulnerable. Why do you keep fighting it? You're defeated because that's what you wanted. You even hesitated for a moment before you covered yourself up. Don't think they didn't notice that. She looked at the closed curtains and remembered the same feeling she had felt last week: exposed...humiliated...degraded...and excited.

It's not like you're hurting anything. It's your body and you can show it off if you want to. She tried to rationalize her behavior as some sort of feminine empowerment, but that seemed like a stretch.

Mandy walked over to the window, still naked, and peaked through the curtains. It was quite dark out now, and the group of boys was still hanging out in the dorm room across the courtyard. Most other rooms were dark.

You're turning yourself into a slut and letting guys use you. Is that really what you want? Again, she remembered her dream from the previous night. Her fantasy was speeding out of control. This had all started because she thought the idea of an accidental flash might be exciting. Now she was exposing herself on a regular basis, and she wasn't even sure of how many people had witnessed her acts of exhibitionism. Moreover, she was worried about where this path might lead her. The more I show them, the more they want. The words echoed in her head. I need to stop this.

She stared out the window, wondering how she would put things back to normal. David was probably going to be jerking off to her photos before the evening was out, she would need to face her neighbor again at some point in the hallway, and the boys across the courtyard were probably watching her window regularly, waiting for her next show.

A shiver ran down her spine as the latter thought lingered in her mind. It's either going to look like I did it on purpose or like I'm some vapid clumsy slut.

Fuck it, she thought as she flung the curtains open. I want to play the vapid clumsy slut for just a little bit longer.



A Gift Amongst Friends Ch. 03



This story immediately follows the events of the second chapter and will make numerous references to previous events in the series. Although I hope each chapter is able to stand up as an enjoyable tale on its own, I strongly recommend starting at the beginning if you haven't already done so. It will just make so much more sense that way.

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Mandy stared up at the ceiling, in a daze. I can't believe I just did that again, she thought as she regained her composure. 

Beads of sweat rolled down her bare breasts as they rose and fell with each exhausted breath. Naked, she lay sprawled on her bed in a tangled mess of sheets and pillows. Her fingers glistened with a combination of her own juices and saliva. She leaned her head back and glanced over towards the window and its open curtains.

She felt like she was dreaming again. Her eyes turned towards the clock, and she struggled to focus on the numbers. 9:37 PM. It had already been forty minutes since David had come knocking on her door, but it felt like only seconds ago.

In what seemed like a blink of the eye, she had exposed herself to David and Andrew, and she was most likely exposed to a bunch of boys across the courtyard at this very moment. The first two had been accidental, but her current situation was the result of a moment's weakness—for the second time in the past two weeks, she had pleasured herself by an open window without so much as looking to see who was watching.

And on top of all that, David was now in possession of Mandy's camera, loaded with highly intimate pictures of her herself. Part of her recognized the gravity of the situation, but she pushed that part aside. Instead, she focused on the high she felt as adrenaline coursed through her body.

Hot and breathing heavy, she licked her lips. I could really go for a drink right now. She lifted a tired arm and glided a hand down her sweaty thigh. So much for that shower I just took, she thought with a smirk.

In about 20 minutes, she was supposed to meet Sarah for a night out at The LoRider, their favorite club. That hardly gave her enough time to dress and put on her makeup. She got up from the bed and ignored the open curtains. I better hurry if I need another shower.

Mandy grabbed her towel from the floor and wrapped it around her body. Normally, she would get fully dressed when walking to and from the showers, but there was no time. And besides, it seemed silly to worry about it now. After spending the last half hour masturbating by an open window, walking twenty feet down a dormitory hall in a towel was pretty insignificant.

She opened the door a crack and peeked out in both directions to make sure that Andrew wasn't there. After what had just happened, she certainly wasn't ready to face him again. With the coast clear, she held the towel tightly to her body and quickly made her way to the private shower room in her wing of the dorm.

The warm water felt wonderful as it ran over her body, but Mandy did not have time to enjoy it. After a quick rinse, she dried off and made her way back to her room.

The lights were off and it was pitch black as Mandy closed the door behind her. After a moment, her eyes adjusted to the pale moonlight that poured in through the uncovered window.

Curiosity finally got the better of Mandy as she tip-toed her way past the beds and desks, towards the source of light. The only sound she heard was the pounding of her own heart, and as she swallowed, she remembered how dry her mouth was. She took a deep breath and looked outside.

On the lit walkways below, several students walked to and fro. It was still relatively early on a Thursday evening, and the campus had no shortage of young people looking for a good time. Across the courtyard, several rooms were lit up in the boys' dormitory. The lower floors looked sparsely populated with a few students at their desks.

Mandy's eyes drifted upwards until she was looking directly across from her own room. She froze in panic.

Staring back at her were three young guys! She stumbled back from the window and nearly fell for a second time. Two windows over, she saw two more guys, sitting casually and staring in her direction. She held the towel tightly to her body as she stared back at these boys.

They can't see me in the dark, she reminded herself. Her eyes continued scanning the adjacent building and found two more rooms with audiences. I guess they're hoping that the show isn't over yet. In all, she counted thirteen guys that seemed to be waiting for her. From her distance, she could not make out the faces of her voyeurs, nor could she be certain how long they had been watching. 

I wonder if I know any of them... It seemed unlikely. Her university was quite large and Mandy mostly hung around with people from her own dorm. As far as she could remember, she didn't know a single person who lived in the boys' dorm. They could be in some of my classes, but from this distance, they couldn't recognize me, she assured herself.

She looked over at her clock. 9:51 PM. Shit, I'm running late.

She hovered by the window a moment, deciding on her next move. Finally, she left the curtains as they were and snuck back towards her door. I don't have time to give them another show, but I guess it couldn't hurt to let them watch me get ready—not after what I've already done for them.

Mandy's heart fluttered at the thought of all those boys waiting for her. She flicked on the overhead light and pretended to have just returned from her shower, still ignorant of her voyeurs. She walked over to her closet and stood there a moment with a hand grasping the towel. It's so much harder doing this now that I've seen them, she thought as she loosened the knot that held her wrap in place. If you hesitate, they will know that you are on to them, reminded a voice in her head. Just drop it and get ready.

A second later, the towel was on the floor around her feet. Mandy kicked it aside and pulled out a red thong from her top drawer. Sorry guys. No time to make this sexy, she thought as she stepped into the flimsy lace garment and slid it up her thighs. It was one of her favorite pairs of underwear, and she loved the way it accentuated the shape of her ass. Next, she found the matching red bra and put it on.

Although she was no longer naked, Mandy still felt quite naughty as she walked around the tiny dorm room in her sexiest underwear, watched by an audience. She quickly got to work putting on her makeup.

It was 9:58 PM when she heard a knock at the door. Damn. Not ready yet.

"Who is it?" Mandy called out as she carefully penciled in her eyeliner. She already knew the answer, but the question bought her enough time to finish the job.

"It's me," replied Sarah's muffled voice through the door.

"Is it just you?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Just a second." Still only half-dressed, Mandy walked over to the door and peered through the peephole. She saw Sarah standing in the hall in a black and white striped blouse and khaki shorts. 

Mandy had known Sarah for years, and the two girls were very close. They had similar personalities, both outgoing and open to new experiences. However, while the two girls used to joke about being long-lost twins, they looked almost nothing alike. 

At 5'3", Sarah was much shorter than her friend, and her body was much thinner than Mandy's curvy frame. Weighing only 108 lbs., Sarah was often the envy of her female friends. Although her breasts were smaller than Mandy's, Sarah's tiny frame made the B-cups look larger than they really were. Her straight black hair fell just short of Mandy's curls, and her cute mousey appearance often hid the adventurous spirit within her.

Just like she had done when David visited, Mandy positioned herself behind the door as she unlocked it and opened it a crack. "Hey," she greeted as she looked carefully down the hall. "I'm running late—I'm not even dressed yet. Come wait inside, and I should be ready in a couple minutes."

"Sure, no problem. I still have to text Ashley anyway."

Throughout their long friendship, Mandy and Sarah had dressed and undressed in front of each other hundreds of times. Mandy thought nothing of it as she allowed her friend into the room and quickly locked the door behind her. 

She returned to her mirror to finish up her makeup while Sarah sat on the bed that Mandy had recently made a mess of. 

"Mandy... umm... your curtains are open..."

Mandy froze, eyes glued to her reflection, not daring to look at her friend. Fuck. She had completely forgotten about the window while she was getting ready, and she had not intended to get caught in the act of exhibitionism. She swallowed hard as she searched for words. "Are they?" She stammered. "Shit. I, ugh, I didn't even notice."

There was an awkward pause as the two girls sat silently. Mandy did not budge from her chair, keeping her back to her friend. "Oh well... I doubt anyone can see in here."

"I don't know," Sarah interrupted as she rose up from the bed and began walking towards the window. "There are a bunch of guys over there and they—" 

"No, don't look at them!" Mandy cried, spinning quickly in her chair. 

Sarah stopped dead in her tracks and turned back towards Mandy. She looked confused by Mandy's unexpected reaction.

"I don't want them to know that we've seen them..." Mandy explained, biting her lip. Should I tell her, she wondered. Sarah and Mandy knew so much about each other. If there was anyone that Mandy could tell about her recent adventures without judgment, it was Sarah. It would be nice to tell someone...

However, Mandy didn't have to say anything. She could see the gears working in Sarah's mind. Sarah's expression changed from confusion to surprise, and her mouth dropped open. "Oh my god! You knew, didn't you?! Are you crazy?!" Her voice did not sound harsh or critical. Mandy thought it sounded more like amusement. "Who is over there? I can't believe you're strutting around in a thong! You're insane!"

"I..." Mandy was speechless. Just tell her. She already knows. It's not like she's never done anything crazy. Soon after she had turned 18, Sarah had confessed to Mandy about a party where she had gotten drunk and given a blowjob to a couple of guys, both of whom were friends of her boyfriend-of-the-time. Sarah can be pretty wild too. She won't judge. "I..." She struggled to find the words. "I... uh, well, yeah... I guess I might have done it on purpose... to have a little fun with the neighbors."

Sarah responded with a giggle. "Oh my god! Is this all they've seen, or have you shown them more?" she asked, glancing at Mandy's current attire. "How long have you been doing this? Who is over there?"

The questions were frantic, and Mandy struggled to keep up. "Well, I... ugh, I don't know who is over there... and... no, it's not the first time." She took a deep breath and began telling Sarah the whole story. It will feel good to get this off my chest. Mandy decided to leave out a few unnecessary details such as her confusing new interest in women. She noticed Sarah's expression turn to utter shock as she described the events that had just transpired with David.

"David?... You mean... David-David? You gave him nude pictures of yourself?"

"Yeah, I don't know what I was thinking." Mandy was blushing so badly that she couldn't look Sarah in the eyes.

"I'm sure it will be fine," Sarah reassured. "Can I tell you a secret?" She did not wait for Mandy's response. "I used to flash strangers online. Like, you know those video chat websites where you talk to random strangers? Last year, while we were still living together, I used to go on there sometimes... and..." She paused, ashamed of her sinful acts. "...and... I would... undress for them."

"Really?" Mandy was somewhat surprised by Sarah's sudden confession. Maybe I'm not so fucked up after all.

"Yeah... mostly for guys..." She trailed off midsentence, interrupting one thought with another. "But those were always strangers. Never anything this crazy! Oh my god, they're still watching us right now. It's so creepy. You don't mind your neighbors watching you walk around in your underwear?"

"Well... it's kind of scary... but I guess that's what makes it fun... if that makes any sense."

"Yeah, it totally does." Sarah paused as her phone chimed, quickly checking her text and putting it away. "Ashley says she will meet us here in about 20 minutes. Honestly though, I'm not judging you at all. I just never thought... that you would, you know... I guess I never thought you had it in you!"

Mandy couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah, neither did I!" She looked herself over in the mirror and decided that her makeup looked good enough for the club. "I don't know what I am going to do about David though... I invited him out tonight. I'm going to have to talk to him!"

"Don't worry about it. He thinks it was an accident, right? Just stick to that story if he brings it up... which he probably won't. No offense to David, but he's kind of a wuss. He's probably more anxious about talking to you than you are about him!"

"Yeah, I guess..." Mandy got up and moved to her closet. "What should I wear?" For a moment, it was like they were living together again, talking about boys and sex, and getting ready for a night out on the town. Except that now they were being watched.

"I don't know... do you still have that cute black gown that you used to love?"

Mandy perused her closet. "No, I think I lent that to Kristen the last time I was home. What about this?" she asked, pulling out a blue strapless dress. "Too nice?"

"Yeah, a little too nice for LoRider. We have some time to kill. Just try something on."

Mandy pulled out multiple tops, skirts, and shorts, trying on different combinations. "I'll go with the black skirt," she decided, referring to the short skirt she had tried on two outfits ago. She retrieved the garment and quickly slipped back into it. "Which shirt goes best with this?"

"Hmm, whatever happened to that light blue tube top?"

"I think it's right..." Mandy turned back towards the closet and dug through piles of clothes. "Here." She started to hold it up and stopped. "Oh wait... I... umm... I can't wear a bra with this..."

"Then don't."

There was an awkward silence as the girls looked at each other. Mandy gestured subtly towards the window. Sarah smiled and nodded.

She wants to see me to do it. She wants to see me flash the neighbors.

Mandy tossed the top onto her bed. She took a deep breath and reached behind her back. Her fingers trembled as she fumbled with the hooks of her bra, but she stood her ground, facing her friend and the window. Once unfastened, she let the straps slip over her shoulders, and the bra dropped to the floor.

It's so weird to be doing this with her in the room. But strangely, it was comforting to have a friend to share her darkest secrets with and to know that she wouldn't be judged. Standing there topless, Mandy thought she saw something unexpected in Sarah's eyes. Surprise? Excitement? ...Lust? Her large pink nipples hardened under the gaze of her best friend, but Mandy tried to chalk it up to the boys.

"What's so funny?" Sarah asked when she saw the smile on Mandy's lips.

"Oh, nothing. I just can't believe that I'm doing this again." She laughed, cupping her bare breasts. "But you know, we still have some time to waste until Ashley gets here. I have a couple of outfits you could try on... you know, to see if there's anything you want to borrow."

Sarah froze, caught off guard by Mandy's proposition. "I don't know... I haven't really done anything like that in a while." Her eyes flickered towards the window and back to Mandy's topless body. "Are you sure we don't know anybody over there?"

"I don't think so. Maybe a couple of random guys from class, but nobody that would recognize us." She wants to do it. I know she does.

"Are they still watching?"

Mandy's eyes stayed locked onto Sarah, but her focus shifted to the window in her peripheral vision and the silhouettes in the distance. "Yeah, of course they are."

"I don't know..." Sarah shifted nervously in her seat. Silently, she reached down and began playing with the hem of her top.

Mandy stopped breathing and watched silently. She felt a tingle course through her body as she waited for her friend to undress. She's going to do it. For a moment, Mandy forgot about her own toplessness. Her attention was focused on the girl before her—and on her hands in particular. She stared and waited for the moment of truth. Is this how the guys feel when they are watching me? 

It all happened quickly and seemed like a blur in Mandy's mind. One moment, Sarah was seated on the bed, still indecisive. The next moment, she was standing and her top was off, thrown to the bed. There she stood in her khaki shorts and a pale orange bra. "Just the top though. The shorts are staying on."

The two girls had undressed in front of each other countless times, but this felt different. Mandy stared at the hint of cleavage between Sarah's small breasts, and something stirred deep inside her. No, not her too... The feeling wasn't quite as strong as it had been with Megan, but it was unmistakable. Mandy was definitely becoming aroused as she watched her best friend undress.

Mandy watched as Sarah reached back and unclasped her bra. The garment hung loose for what seemed like an eternity before slipping gracefully over Sarah's shoulders. 

They're so perky, Mandy thought as she admired Sarah's bare chest. Sarah's breasts were not as large or round as Mandy's, but they had a beautiful conical shape to them, topped off by small dark nipples that seemed to point in Mandy's direction. The flesh of her tits was noticeably paler than the rest of her body, with subtle tan lines suggesting that she had gotten some sun recently.

Mandy froze as Sarah began moving closer. Her body involuntarily tensed up, awaiting contact, while her eyes never left Sarah's breasts. Her body yearned to be touched. No, I shouldn't. "Sarah..." She protested softly.

"What?" Sarah asked as she walked past Mandy and began digging through her closet.

Mandy's face turned a bright shade of red as her mind jolted back to reality. "Nothing." Wow, that could have been embarrassing. She allowed herself to relax as she watched Sarah search through her clothes. Her adrenaline had been running high for most of the day and she was horny as hell. Given the chance, she would have likely fucked Sarah then and there.

Mandy remembered that she was still naked from the waist up. She picked up her tube top and slipped it on while Sarah tried on several tops. Each time Sarah removed a shirt, Mandy tried not to stare at her little tits as they shook from side to side. All the while, Sarah made no attempt to hide herself from boys across the courtyard.

Finally, Sarah's phone chimed to inform the girls that Ashley was arriving downstairs. Keeping a straight face, she changed back to her black and white blouse, and they both grabbed their cash and ID. Once in the hallway, the girls began laughing uncontrollably.

"Oh my god! I can't believe I just did that," Sarah exclaimed. "My heart is beating like crazy!"

The girls met Ashley downstairs as they stepped off the elevator. Soon, they were all in a cab, on their way to The LoRider.

Ashley was dressed more provocatively than the other girls, which was no surprise. The neckline of her top dipped between her braless breasts, showing off a large amount of skin, while her miniskirt rose a little higher than Mandy's.





A Gift Amongst Friends Ch. 03



As the only blonde in the group, the other girls frequently joked that Ashley was their unofficial ditz. Mandy often suspected that the jokes were not so far from the truth. Mandy got along with Ashley well enough, but it was mostly their mutual friendship with Sarah that brought the two girls together. Compared to Mandy, Ashley was more of a stereotypical undergrad—partying, fucking, and neglecting her classes.

While the girls occasionally flirted with guys at the bar, Ashley was far more likely than the others to go home with someone on any given night. Mandy didn't judge her for it—how could she, given her own behavior over the last couple of weeks? She did often wonder why Ashley was in university at all, considering that she rarely attended class. But Mandy pushed those thoughts from her mind as the girls exited from the car.

They made their way inside, ordered drinks, and scanned the crowd for their male friends.

As expected, Mike and Jacob were already there, seated in their usual corner table. Mandy's heart sank when she saw David sitting with them. Sarah grabbed her arm and playfully tugged her towards the table.

"Hey!" Mike was the first to notice the girls approaching. "What's up?"

"Why do you guys come out here if you're just going to sit in the corner?" Ashley joked as the girls sat down with their drinks.

"I don't dance until I'm drunk," Jacob explained. "I'm halfway there."

Mandy glanced over at David and noticed him looking back her way. She smiled and looked away. Oh, this is going to be a long night, she thought as she took another large sip of her rum and coke.

However, after a couple of drinks, things started to loosen up. Mandy felt progressively less awkward as the alcohol took hold, and she began talking to David as if nothing had happened. It made her happy to know that she hadn't necessarily ruined the friendship, as she had feared. He thinks it was all a big accident. I just need to show him that it wasn't a big deal.

Before long, an hour had passed. "I want to dance now!" Sarah blurted out, interrupting the conversation.

"Yes!" Ashley agreed. "Let's go!"

"You girls go ahead. I'm going to get another drink first," Jacob said as he got up from the table. Mike decided to do the same.

Mandy was feeling pretty drunk by now, and she told the girls that she would join them on the dance floor after she finished her current drink. Sarah gave her a devilish grin as she and Ashley got up, leaving only Mandy and David at the table.

The two of them sat quietly, exchanging occasional glances. The music in the club was blasting, but somehow the silence at their table was deafening. A full minute passed, but it felt like eternity. The longer you wait, the harder it will be. Do it while you're drunk. Do it now. David set down his empty glass and started to rise from his seat. Do it now, before you miss your chance!

"Hey, David?" She shouted over the music.

He gave her a friendly smile as he sat back down. "Yeah?"

Her mouth felt dry as she tried to remember how to speak. "Well... ummm, about earlier..." She noticed his eyes go wide at her mention of the night's events. She could no longer look him in the eyes, so her gaze lowered to the empty glasses on the table. "Well... I just wanted to apologize for... ummm... I guess I don't know what I'm apologizing for. I was in a hurry, and things happened really fast, and uhh... well, it was an accident."

David let out an awkward chuckle. "Oh, god, why are you apologizing? It was just an accident, like you said. If anything, I feel like I somehow did something wrong." He laughed again. He was obviously uncomfortable as he tried to find the appropriate response.

"You didn't. I'm just a klutz, and well... that was pretty embarrassing." Although she was acting, her blush was sincere. The alcohol was leaving her jumbled, but the combination of liqueur and loud music was stirring up conflicting emotions. 

"It's no big deal. Let's just pretend it didn't happen." He gave her another friendly smile as he once again started to rise from his seat.

"Wait!" She grabbed his arm without thought, and quickly let go as he sat back down. Physical contact was not such a good idea after what had happened earlier. Okay, maybe I should have done this a couple of drinks ago. "There's something else... and... well... I don't really know how to say this." That was no lie. The words hung on the tip of her tongue, but they felt like a foreign language, making no sense.

He stared at her, confused. "What's up?"

Now it was her turn to chuckle nervously. "I... uhh... well, I think I might have... maybe... ummm... left some... inappropriate pictures on my memory card. By accident. The one that I lent you. And, well... have you used the camera since I gave it to you?"

David's face remained perplexed. "No, I dropped it off at home before I met with Mike. What do you mean by 'inappropriate pictures'?"

"Well... there's some pictures that I took for Keith while we were still together, and... I don't think I ever cleared the memory card since then." Mandy's friends were all familiar with her former boyfriend, Keith, and she knew that no further explanation was necessary. But I want to see the expression on his face. "There are a couple pictures of me... undressing." She knew that she should stop, but the way that his eyes lit up ignited something inside of her—something that was becoming all too familiar lately. "And...there are a few photos of me naked... and... doing things to myself."

"Woah..." Even over the loud music, Mandy could hear him.

"Yeah... so this is really, really embarrassing. I don't know for sure if the pictures are still on there... but I don't remember deleting them. Just to be safe, can you clear the memory before you use the camera? And obviously, don't look at any of the pictures! Just delete them all to be safe. Can you do that, please?" She intentionally made her plea sound desperate. After all, it was her obsession with helplessness that got her into this mess.

"Yeah, sure... no problem..." He answered far too quickly, without hesitation.

"I can trust you?"

"Of course you can!"

He's lying. Even in her intoxicated state, it was obvious. But that's what I wanted, isn't it? On the one hand, it was unsettling how easily her male friend would lie to take advantage of her. On the other hand, this was exactly what she spent her nights fantasizing about. She was incrementally shifting more and more power out of her own hands and abandoning control of the situation. Let him think he has the upper hand while I play dumb.

"Thanks David, I really appreciate it! I owe you, big time! Just make sure that you don't mention it to anybody, okay?" 

"Sure, I promise." He gave her one more look as he got up from the table, but this look was different. She had revealed a whole new part of herself to him this evening—both figuratively and literally—and she knew that it could never be undone.

As he turned to meet the guys at the bar, Mandy felt like she could finally exhale. That wasn't nearly as bad as I expected. He had taken the bait, and she had maintained her appearance of innocence. He would be checking those pictures the moment he got home, she had no doubt.

She got up from her chair on shaky legs. The familiar rush of excitement was becoming as addictive as any drug. She awkwardly made her way through the crowd towards Sarah and Ashley on the dance floor.

Sarah shot her an inquisitive look, and Mandy smiled.

Ashley hardly noticed the silent exchange as she slowly inched her way towards a stranger on the dance floor.

Their male friends joined them for a while before returning to their table. It was the same routine every week: The boys were only there to be with the girls, but they didn't have much interest in dancing. Instead, the girls quickly found themselves surrounded by another group of college guys, eager to make their move on these seemingly easy targets. 

The guys hung around for the rest of the night, buying the girls drinks and never straying too far. Mandy couldn't remember any of their names. She thought the one hitting on her was named Shane, but she couldn't be certain.

Before long, it was closing time and each girl was hearing similar offers.

"My roommate is gone for the weekend. You should come over and we'd have the place to ourselves."

After everything that had happened today, Mandy would have loved to go home with her suitor, but a part of her still retained control. You have class tomorrow, and you just met him, said a voice in the back of her mind.

Giving it as much thought as she could muster, she and Sarah eventually broke themselves free of the guys and hailed a cab.

"Is Ashley coming?" Mandy asked as she opened the car door.

The two girls turned back and saw Ashley walking away with several guys they had just met. "Umm... I guess not." Once upon a time, the girls would have gone after her and brought her home, but now they knew her well enough to let her make her own decisions.

Mandy and Sarah said their goodbyes to Mike, Jacob, and David, and got into the cab.

Mandy's head was spinning as the car began moving. She had completely lost track of her drink count once the boys had started buying for her.

"So?" Sarah exclaimed.

"So what?"

"What happened with David? What did you say?"

Mandy had such a good time on the dance floor that she had nearly forgotten about David. Even now, she struggled to remember the exact details of their conversation, the events clouded by a wall of mixed drinks and tequila shots. She remembered talking to him and mentioning the pictures... "I told him it was an accident."

"Has he looked at the pictures yet?" Sarah seemed to have an endless supply of questions.

"No, I don't think so." Mandy didn't like having this conversation in the back of a taxi cab. She turned to look at the driver's reflection in the rearview mirror, but his eyes were still on the road in front of him.

"What did you tell him?"

"I... uhh... I think I said that I forgot to delete them." She looked at the driver a second time, starting to wonder if maybe it had been a mistake to let Sarah in on her secret.

"I wonder if he'll believe that once he sees them."

"I don't know. I hope so." Please, Mandy thought. Please change the subject.

"I bet he'll show them to the other guys."

"No way! He wouldn't do that, would he?" Mandy had been so focused on David's reaction that she had hardly considered the risk of the photos spreading.

"I don't know... if I was a guy and I found naked pictures of you, I probably would!"

"Shh!" Mandy looked again and saw the driver looking back at her. She turned a bright shade of red, but fortunately it was too dark for him to see that.

"What?! He doesn't know you. Who cares if he hears? Actually, maybe he can help." Sarah leaned forward in her seat. "Hey," she said to the driver. "If you found naked pictures of Mandy, would you show them to your friends or would you keep them to yourself?"

Mandy was shocked. She couldn't believe that Sarah had just done that. 

Several seconds of silence passed, and it seemed like the driver might be ignoring them. Finally, he responded. "Is your friend here Mandy?"

"Yeah," Sarah answered. "Let's say you received naked photos of this girl..."

"Well, that is an interesting thought. How did I receive these photos?"

"She gave them to you."

"She just gave them to me?"

"Well," Sarah looked over at Mandy's dropped jaw, then back at the driver. "She gave them to you by 'accident'." She made quotation mark gestures with her fingers as she spoke the last word.

The driver laughed at Sarah's explanation. He looked Mandy over in the mirror. "Well, I think that would be my lucky day."

"Oh, you have no idea! I've seen her naked before," Sarah explained. "You would not be disappointed! But would you share the pictures with your friends?"

Mandy wanted to curl up in her seat and die as she listened to these two talk about her as if she wasn't even there. Please drive faster. She desperately wanted this cab ride to end, but she knew that Sarah's stop was first. 

Then I'll be alone with him, and that will be even worse. The thought of being alone with him actually frightened Mandy. Now he knows that I'm a slut. Will he try and take advantage of me? Her drunken mind imagined him taking her home and fucking her in her helpless state. Her heart fluttered at the thought.

"Hmm," the driver seemed to be giving this joke question some serious thought. "I think I would respect the young woman enough to keep them to myself."

"What a gentleman!" Sarah burst out laughing. "In that case, Mandy, let's give him a copy of the pictures too!" 

That was as much humiliation as Mandy could bear. She began giggling uncontrollably. "Oh my god, shut up!" 

She threw herself at Sarah, trying to place a hand over her mouth to silence her. Shrieks and playful cries erupted in the back seat during their ensuing struggle. In an attempt to free herself, Sarah began pinching and tickling Mandy's sides. Mandy shrieked and released Sarah's face, instead grabbing her wrists. Mandy was stronger than Sarah and had no problem pulling the attacking hands away from her sides. Sarah wriggled frantically as Mandy pushed her arms back behind her.

Mandy's mind was spinning from the alcohol, her adrenaline was pumping, and her body was pressed into Sarah's as they wrestled. It all happened so quickly and without thought. Before she had time to realize what she was doing, Mandy's lips were suddenly on her friend. Instinct took over as her mouth found its pair. 

Sarah's lips parted, as if by reflex, and returned Mandy's kiss. Tongues danced as the girls' wrestling turned into an embrace. Mandy leaned closer, practically lying on top of her friend as they drunkenly made out in the back of the taxi cab.

Her friend's mouth tasted heavenly, her skin felt soft, and her warmth was inviting. The whole affair lasted no more than several seconds, but Mandy never wanted the moment to end. Thoughts of who she was and what she was doing disappeared as she focused on the sweet sensation of her drunken friend's lips.

Sarah was the first to pull away.

No, please, Mandy thought. Please come back...

"Woah, girl!" Sarah cried. "How much did you drink?"

Shaken back to reality, Mandy sprung back into her own seat. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I don't know what came over me." She was so embarrassed that she thought she might cry. Fuck! Fuck Fuck! Why did I do that?! She's my best friend.

"It's okay, I just..." Sarah trailed off. The pause left a sickness in Mandy's stomach. Suddenly, Sarah began laughing so hard Mandy feared she might asphyxiate. "Wow...I was not expecting that!"

"I don't know what happened... I... I think I drank too much."

"Ha! I'd say."

What can I say to fix this? Mandy searched for the words or actions to undo what had just happened, but she was still at a loss as the car pulled up to Sarah's dorm.

"See you tomorrow! You better sober up before class!" Sarah said as she opened the door and stepped out onto the lit walkway. The breeze pushed her hair into her face as she turned back to Mandy and smiled.

"I will," Mandy replied meekly. "Bye."

The door slammed shut, and Mandy watched Sarah walk towards the building's entrance as the car pulled away. She brushed it off as if nothing had happened.

The knot in Mandy's stomach would not loosen. Her own dormitory was several minutes away. She looked up and saw the driver's reflection staring back at her. She felt so small. He had seen everything, she assumed. She expected him to say something, but the two of them sat in silence for the rest of the trip. Mandy stared out the window as the floating lights passed her by. The world was spinning too quickly and she took deep breaths, trying to compose herself.

Finally, the car pulled up to her building and she paid the driver.

"Can you get to your room okay?" The driver asked out the window as Mandy stumbled towards the door.

"Yes," she answered abruptly. It was a lie. "Yes, I'm fine... thanks." She was not fine and the walk was difficult, but she did not want this stranger escorting her back to her bedroom.

The car didn't move as she fumbled for her keys. Only when she got inside and closed the door behind her did she see the headlights pull away.

Finally, she thought as she waited for the elevator. I'm home safe. She still wasn't sure what had come over her in the car with Sarah, but perhaps a good night's sleep would help put it behind her. She did kiss me back, so it's not like it was entirely my fault. 

The elevator door opened and Mandy stepped inside. She pressed the button for the fifth floor and leaned back against the wall, closing her eyes. 

She opened them again as the elevator stopped. This isn't my floor. The lounge was on the second floor, so she assumed it was merely students on their way back to their rooms.

Mandy gasped when the door opened and Andrew was there, facing her. Only a few hours ago, she had accidentally exposed herself to him. He smiled as he looked up and saw her.

Andrew stepped into the elevator along with another boy that Mandy recognized, but she did not know his name. The elevator stopped again on the third floor, and the second boy exited.

Mandy swallowed hard as the door closed and she was confined to this small space with Andrew.

Once alone, he broke the silence. "Went out tonight?"

"Yeah," Mandy muttered. She could hardly find her voice. "Went to LoRider."

"Cool. I prefer The Shady Piper, myself."

It seems like everyone does. "Yeah, Piper is good too."

Mandy felt uneasy as Andrew looked her over. She had not meant to drop her towel in front of him earlier, but she certainly had nobody to blame but herself. This is what I get for trying to tease David. Her tube top and skirt suddenly felt a little too revealing, and every inch of exposed skin made her feel more vulnerable. Mandy was starting to wish that she had dressed a little more conservatively. 

Meanwhile, the motion of the elevator was not helping her balance at all. She felt like she was on a boat, swaying with each wave, while the world around her stood still. She felt like she has on a carnival ride, guessing which way was up and which way was forward. 

She looked over and saw Andrew still staring back at her. He's picturing me naked right now. I know he is, because I helped him do it. 

The elevator stopped and the door opened.

Mandy had barely cleared the doors when her sense of balance began to give way. Gradually, she started leaning towards the left until she had to steady herself on the wall. She hadn't been this drunk in months.

An arm suddenly appeared around her waist. Oh no, please. All that escaped her lips was an unintelligible mumble.

"Here, let me help you." She felt her own arm lifted and placed over a shoulder as she was slowly helped down the hall.

As she watched the doors passing her by, Mandy's thoughts drifted back to the earlier events of the evening. She clearly relived the experience of her towel dropping to the floor and the shock of seeing Andrew in the hall, staring at her. She remembered the look in his eyes as she had desperately tried to shield herself from his gaze. She remembered her fear and her powerlessness. She remembered the chills she had felt and the way her heart had raced. 

As her weight began to slump in his grasp, her top pulled upward. The garment moved by only a couple of inches, revealing a small sliver of Mandy's midsection. She thought nothing of it until she felt Andrew's hand slip under the material to rest on her bare waist. 




A Gift Amongst Friends Ch. 03



Under any other circumstances, she would consider it an innocent gesture, but now it shot shivers up her spine. The warmth of his skin against hers transported her back to the taxi cab, embracing Sarah. Mandy felt flush, as she usually did after drinking so much. She muttered something about being warm as she tightened the grip around her guide's shoulders.

She watched silently as her door passed by and the two kept walking.

"I have some Tylenol in my room. That'll help with the hangover," Andrew explained.

Don't do this, she told herself. Turn around and go to bed before you do something stupid. She kept walking. When they reached his room, he opened the door and guided her in. He sat her down on the bed while he fetched a bottle of water from his mini-fridge and a bottle of acetaminophen from his desk. "Here you go." 

Mandy gladly accepted the water and took two tablets. She drank half the bottle and passed it back to Andrew.

She looked around, realizing she had never seen the inside of his room before. It was a typical single-occupant room—small and clustered. The walls were covered with movie posters and the floor was cluttered with books and clothes. Mandy leaned back on the bed, causing the room to spin all the more violently. 

"You look really warm," Andrew said as he got up and opened the window. A light breeze entered the room and washed over Mandy's sweaty body. "Is that any better?" He asked as he sat on the bed, next to her.

"A little." She closed her eyes.

His hand is on my shoulder. She didn't notice it happen, but she was suddenly aware of a hand lightly stroking her left arm. I shouldn't let this happen... but it feels so good. Maybe just a little while longer.

She lay motionless as a second hand landed on her right shoulder.

The hands rubbed her arms for some time before Mandy felt them moving inward, over her collar bone. She held her breath as his fingers slipped over her chest and took hold of her top. "Here, let me help you with this," he offered, waiting for her response.

She gave none, and she quickly felt the material of her shirt tugged downward, allowing her large breasts to spring free. 

No, not again, she thought, bringing her arms in to cover herself. However, her arms would not budge. Is he holding them down or am I just that drunk? Or maybe I'm just that slutty...

She had to admit, the cool air felt amazing as it blew over her bare breasts. A mild embarrassment swelled within her as she felt her nipples hardening, but still she did not move. Soon, she felt a pair of hands exploring her exposed flesh. A moan escaped her lips as her hardened nipple was pinched between a thumb and forefinger. 

"Mmmm." She bit her lip. She had been waiting for this all day—not with Andrew, of course. She had been waiting for a release for all of this built up lust. Megan, Sarah... even David would have sufficed. But never in a million years would she have pictured herself with Andrew. All month, she had fantasized about being taken, used, and even humiliated, and now she found herself in that very situation as her neighbor freely groped at her helpless body.

Stop this now, she told herself, but her words fell on deaf ears.

Mandy lost track of time. She was still aware of her surroundings, but it all felt surreal to her, like an out of body experience.

The hands disappeared, and the cool breeze swept over her again. She felt like she could fall asleep. However, a beeping noise caused her to stir. She opened her eyes and saw Andrew on his cell phone. Is he texting someone or... Another beep brought her to her senses. Ashamed, she tried to cover herself.

"No, don't. Just lie back the way that you were," he instructed. His voice was not bossy, but it was assertive.

Mandy did as she was told, placing her arms down at her sides. She heard another beep. Defeated, she relaxed on the soft bed sheets.

She was only half aware when her skirt was lifted and pooled around her waist, along with her top. A pair of thumbs slipped under the waistband of her red panties, and Mandy vaguely remembered lifting her hips to ease their removal. The next moment was a blur of beeping noises and hands all over her.

Mandy was glad that she had shaved earlier that evening as she felt fingers trace her most intimate areas. Events started to blur in her mind as she gave her body up to her neighbor.

She did clearly remember the sensation of his head pressing into her swollen lips. Please, stop this, she wanted to shout, but instead she let out a moan. No, please, she thought, but her legs spread further to allow him easier entry. No, No, No...

"Yes..." the word escaped her lips, and she could not bring it back.

She bucked her hips as his shaft entered her.

Mandy was ashamed of how easily he forced himself into her wet slit. She squirmed from side to side, making a token gesture of resistance. He grabbed her hips and held her steady as he pushed himself deep inside of her. 

Her breasts began to sway rhythmically in time with each of his thrusts and her breaths quickened. Several minutes passed, but time ceased to exist. A force was swelling inside of Mandy. After hours of teasing and arousal, she yearned desperately for the coming orgasm. She could feel it approaching, something unlike anything she had ever felt before...

But suddenly the cock was pulled from her and the swelling force began to recede. Fuck me, the words were on the tip of her tongue. Fuck me like the slut that I am. However, as she opened her mouth to speak, a familiar object greeted her. The swollen head pushed forward, slipping between her parted lips with ease. A hand on her cheek guided her head towards the source of the intrusion. She offered no resistance as the cock slipped into her mouth.

Mandy had never sucked a dick immediately after it had been inside of her, but the familiar taste of her womanhood drove her wild. She ignored the beeping noises as she hungrily focused on the task before her. Even drunk, Mandy knew the job instinctively. She slid her lips over the shaft while her tongue caressed the tip of him. Her head bobbed back and forth, partly by her own will, and partly forced by the hand on the back of her head.

She had no choice but to swallow the first shot of cum as he pushed himself deep into her throat. The second shot was more forceful, and as he pulled himself from her mouth, it landed on her lips and nose, leaving a trail down her cheek. Mandy opened her eyes in time to see the remainder of his load erupt on her bare chest.

For the second time this evening, she stared up at the ceiling, in a daze. Déjà vu—I can't believe I just did that, she thought as she closed her eyes again. I... just let him fuck me. I let him bring me back to his room and use me.

Goosebumps spread across her body as the breeze from the window swept over her beads of sweat. I let him do all that, and he didn't even make me cum. Mandy's right hand descended to folds of her womanhood, while the left cupped at her breast. I have to do everything myself.

She could feel Andrew's semen trailing down her face and body as she shamelessly began to play with herself.

Beep.

She opened her eyes and saw him standing directly over her, cell phone in hand. His cock still hung inches from her face, slowly shrinking. Another beep followed as she stared into the lens of the device. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore him, tried to focus on everything she had done this evening. 

Beep.

She bit her lip and worked vigorously at her clitoris. This was going to be much bigger than the orgasm she had gotten in front of her open window. Never had she needed release as badly as she did right now.

Beep.

God damn it! I need to get out of here. She stopped what she was doing and sat up.

"I should go," she mumbled. She did not bother trying to cover herself as her tits hung out in the open.

"Yeah, no problem. I hope you're feeling better." Andrew continued to snap photos as he watched Mandy pull her skirt back down into place.

"Yeah, I am." She actually was feeling a little better, she noticed as she stood up. She had regained enough of her balance to walk, and that was exactly what she needed right now.

"Good. Well, I'll see you around... and thanks." Andrew spoke nonchalantly as he walked over and opened the door. Once her top was back over her chest, she stepped out into the hall.

"No problem. Any time." She couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. As she turned to correct herself, the door closed in her face and clicked locked. Any time?! Any fucking time?! What is wrong with me? She was so mad at herself that she considered pounding on his door. In the end, she decided there was nothing to gain and gave up.

She turned to find a girl staring back at her. Jess. That is her name, Mandy remembered. She lived down the hall—a skinny little frosh girl that Mandy only talked to occasionally. Mandy often suspected that she was a virgin. Currently, she seemed to be on her way back from the washroom when she saw Mandy leave Andrew's room. Jess' face was an expression of utter shock.

Mandy looked down and saw one of her nipples still poking out from her top. She tugged her garment to cover it, and noticed several semen stains on the material. She licked her lip and tasted more of the seed on her face. Her hair was tousled, and she swayed as she stood, still highly intoxicated. Even after everything that had happened tonight, Mandy was fully aware of how silly she must look.

"Hey," Mandy greeted as she turned and walked away from the girl. At least she probably won't try and fuck me, Mandy reassured herself as she stumbled back to her own room.

She replayed the events in her mind while she searched for the keys in her purse. More pictures. That's exactly what I needed right now. It wasn't enough for him to take advantage of me. He had to take pictures too.

She opened the door and was greeted by darkness. 

But can I really blame him? I set this all up. I let it happen. He just did what pretty much any guy would do in his place.

Mandy stepped into the dark room. It was late, and she heard movement in her roommate's bed. Megan must have gotten home early, she thought. She knew better than the turn the light on if Megan was already in bed. She set her purse down and stumbled through the darkness, almost tripping over her own mess of clothes in the process.

She heard movement again as she saw a dark silhouette turning over under the sheets.

Mandy thought back to last night's dream. She remembered dreaming of her roommate's naked figured, pressed against her own. She remembered wanting to kiss her, wanting to touch her, wanting to hold her. She remembered the feelings that her roommate had unintentionally awoken in her. She remembered watching her roommate change earlier this evening and how she could barely contain her own excitement. Butterflies returned to Mandy's stomach, just thinking about it.

I hope she's still awake, Mandy thought as she pulled off her top and threw it into the corner. I want her to see this. She made no effort be silent as she drunkenly pushed her skirt down to the floor and kicked it away. Fuck the consequences. I'm too drunk for consequences.  Reaching down, she realized that her panties were still on the floor of Andrew's room. It didn't matter—she would not be going back for them.

Naked, she fell onto her bed and resumed what she had started in Andrew's room. A finger quickly worked its way into her moist opening, and she let out a whimper as she pinched at her left nipple. 

Mandy began moaning lowly as a second finger joined the first one inside of her. Over her moaning, she heard the sound of movement on the opposite bed. She squinted, trying to make out her roommate's figure in the dark. I want to see her watching me. But, all that she saw was a wall of indiscernible black shapes.

She abandoned her nipple, and her left hand joined the right one between her legs. A finger slid between her lips and focused on her clit. "Yes..." she said softly. "Yes..." she repeated, a little louder, but still in a hushed voice. It would not be long now, she knew it. 

She threw one leg over the side of the bed, stretching herself open for her invisible voyeur. She fixated on everything that had led her to this moment... humiliation, degradation, and debasement, most of which she had instigated. She thought of David masturbating to her most private photos. She thought of the taste of Andrew's cum in her mouth. She thought of Megan, her beautiful roommate, watching Mandy finger herself at this very moment...

"Mmmm... fuck me..." Mandy bit her lip and arched her back. "Oh my god! Yes!" She moaned in ecstasy as she lost complete control of her body. Her hips jerked madly to meet her intruding fingers. She gasped in time with the spasms of pleasure that pulsed within her. Finally, she collapsed, completely spent.

She could hardly breathe from the combination of heat and exhaustion. It took all of her remaining strength to get up and open the window a crack, letting in the breeze. She returned to her bed and allowed the cool air to wash over her. The newly opened curtain allowed a sliver of moonlight to enter the room, landing directly on her bed and causing her naked body to shine a pale shade of blue in the otherwise dark room.

It had been such a long day, and despite the unexpected twists, Mandy had to admit that she had enjoyed every second of it. She wasn't sure how she was going to face Megan in the morning, but she didn't care about that now. Who knows... maybe Megan enjoyed the show almost as much as I enjoyed giving it. She smiled at the thought as she stroked her wet fingers along her naked thighs.

Her eyes closed and the world started to fade away around her. After so much excitement, sleep would be a welcomed relief...

... 

The familiar sound of keys stirred Mandy from her slumber. Still groggy and drunk, the sound confused her. Who's trying to get in? Frightened, she grabbed the bed sheet and pulled it over her nakedness.

The light from the hallway hurt her eyes as the door opened, and Mandy squinted into the brightness. She watched Megan step into the room, tiptoeing past Mandy's bed. 

Mandy did not understand. I thought Megan was already here. Isn't she already in bed? Didn't I just masturbate for her?

As the door closed, darkness enveloped the room once again, leaving Mandy temporarily blinded. She listened as Megan moved around the room, undressing and slipping into bed. All the while, Mandy still tried to piece together what was happening.

"Hey," Megan whispered from across the room.

Mandy was about to respond when she was suddenly interrupted.

"Hey," returned a hushed male voice.

Oh no...

"Sorry I'm so late," Megan continued.

"It's okay, I didn't mind the wait."

Oh god, no...

"I didn't wake you up, did I?"

"No, I was awake, waiting for you."

There was a sound of movement across the room and the muffled sound of Megan's giggle. "Mmm, yeah, it feels like you were waiting for me." There was a brief pause. "Is Mandy home?"

"Yeah," Alex responded. "She got home about twenty minutes ago, but she's pretty drunk. I don't think we'll wake her up."

This can't be happening. Mandy felt like she was going to throw up.

"Mandy?" Megan asked in a hushed voice.

Mandy froze in place. She was asleep. She was dead. She was anywhere but in that bed at that very moment.

There was movement and giggling in the opposite bed. Those noises soon gave way to the rhythmic squeaking of a mattress and Megan's subdued moans. In the dark, Mandy could barely make out the outline of the two figures.

She wanted to scream. She had just masturbated for Alex—the asshole that used to pick on her in grade school, her roommate's current boyfriend, and the personification of everything that she hated. She felt like she could no longer breath. Of all the things I've done tonight, this is the absolute worst, she thought. If it was anyone else, it wouldn't be such a big deal, but not him!

Exhaustion and alcohol finally overtook Mandy, and she fell asleep to the sound of her roommate getting fucked.



A Gift Amongst Friends Ch. 04



This story immediately follows the events of the third chapter and will make numerous references to previous events in this series, as well as the separate story, The Concert. Although I hope each chapter is able to stand up as an enjoyable tale on its own, I strongly recommend starting at the beginning if you haven't already done so. It will just make so much more sense that way. 

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Mandy awoke, groggy and confused. The room felt like it was spinning, and last night's alcohol evidently still lingered in her system. She kicked her blankets aside and tried to get up.

I'm naked, she realized. She looked over at her roommate's bed and thankfully found it empty. Megan must have already gone to class, she decided. Mandy was glad to have the room to herself for the moment while she pulled herself together.

It was already 10:42am, and she quickly decided that her 11:00am biology class was out of the question.

Crawling out of bed, she tried to recall the events of the previous evening. She remembered going to The LoRider...giving David the pictures. Her heart pulsed as she remembered the plan she had put into action. She could not remember the details of their encounter...simply that she had given him the camera along with the provocative images she had left on the memory card. I can't believe that I really did it.

As she got up, she cradled her forehead in anticipation of splitting pain, but it did not come. Something about that made her feel uneasy, but she could not quite put her finger on it.

"Fuck!" she shouted aloud when she saw herself in the mirror. A familiar dried substance formed a white trail across her cheek that led to a matted mess in her long hair. A similar mess stained her bare breasts.

What the hell did I do last night? For a moment she panicked and feared that she might have fucked David. No, I remember leaving him at the bar...I remember a taxi ride...with Sarah...then...Andrew! She shuddered. I fucked him. Or, he fucked me. 

She could not remember what happened, but she had fuzzy memories of lying in Andrew's bed. Did I go there willingly? The last several weeks had left her more horny than usual...and his room was conveniently located down the hall. Oh god, did I come to him in drunken desperation?

It no longer mattered. All she could do now was to shower and hope that the shame eventually washed away as well.

Bits and pieces of the evening came back to her as the day went on, but nothing more than clouded images without context. She seemed to recall kissing Sarah, but she could not be certain whether that really happened, or whether it was just another of her recurring fantasies breaking through into her consciousness.

When she saw Sarah at lunch, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, so Mandy decided that it must be the latter. She had always had an appreciation for female beauty, but lately things had been developing beyond that. Now, it seemed like Mandy could not go a day without thinking about her female friends in a new light. It frequently crept into her dreams and even her daydreams.

The majority of these fantasies seemed to focus on Megan and Sarah, but they were growing to include other female friends and classmates. Could I be bisexual, she wondered as she stole glances at her best friend, sitting across the table from her.

The question burned in her mind for the remainder of the day. She became noticeably more self-conscious of the way she looked at the girls in her afternoon chemistry class. Although she had confided her newfound love of exhibitionism with Sarah, Mandy decided to keep this bisexual curiosity a secret for now.

The weekend passed quietly, and she decided that she was better off staying in until things blew over. 

Sunday night, Megan was gone to her boyfriends' place, and Mandy had the dorm room to herself. She tried to study for her upcoming exams and work on her final assignments, but it was impossible. She felt wired and could not calm herself.

She was still afraid to face David on Monday to retrieve her camera. Would he look at her any different after seeing the surprise she had 'accidentally' left for him? Would he believe her story...that he was never meant to see those pictures? Will he think that I am a slut for taking those kind of pictures? She often wondered the same thing about herself.

The details of their conversation at the bar came back to her gradually with time, but most of the evening remained a blur.

I need a distraction. I need something to burn up all this built up anxiety and energy. Back during high school, she would go for runs when she was upset or anxious. Everything seemed to melt away after a long jog and shower. The endorphins were like a drug.

But she hadn't run in over a year, and now that seemed like a different version of herself—a distant memory. She wondered if she would even recognize that person they met in the mirror. She had new addictions now.

Mandy put down her book and stepped into the hall. Still in her jean shorts and a tank top, she took three steps and stopped. Where am I going? This is wrong.

Two more steps. No, turn around. Just grab your shoes and go for a late night run.

It was all rhetoric, and her feet continued softly along the carpeted halls. It felt like the walls were caving in around her. Dozens of doors, but they all lead to the same destination...

Andrew answered the knock, and found his prize waiting. Words were exchanged, but Mandy could not recall what they were. They did not matter. All that mattered were her intentions, which were as clear as day—she was a slave, awaiting instruction.

Everything passed as a blur. Her clothing was removed. She obediently descended to her knees and opened her mouth. She could not recall how long she sucked at his cock, but she stayed on the floor until he guided her to the bed, on her hands and knees, facing the window.

His thrusts were fast and awkward, and Mandy suddenly realized that the bed around her was littered with Dorito crumbs and comic books. I can't believe I am doing this again. Even so, she closed her eyes and climaxed just as Andrew pulled her hips back firmly and filled her womb with his seed.

She stood in the shower for a long time afterward. Why am I doing this to myself? Was it not enough that she was teasing her friends and neighbors, but now she also needed to degrade herself completely for the loser next door? This is a slippery slope that I have been on for weeks now. 

But with the shame came a certain thrill. In addition to her lesbian fantasies, Mandy had recently started playing with the idea of submissiveness. Just about everything that she had done over the past couple of weeks had been done to maintain this illusion of powerlessness: 'accidentally' lending David naked photos...playing the clueless girl while the curtains are open...

From Andrew's perspective, he must think that he's hit the jackpot, she considered while drying off. He probably thinks that he's the one in control of me. That could be a fun fantasy to maintain for a while. The important thing was that she remembered who was really in control. This was her game, not Andrew's. I can stop it whenever I want. 

Mandy slept like a baby that night. However, her anxiety returned the next morning when she realized what day it was.

When she met with David, she was afraid that she might drop the camera from the sweat on her palms. They met in the hall before chemistry class. After all that she had done and all that she had shown him, a public setting seemed like a safer way to keep things simple—although she enjoyed the thrill of teasing David, she had no interest in moving things beyond that.

Still, when she saw him coming, she could feel her face burning with embarrassment. She could only imagine how flush she must have looked in this brightly lit building. 

"Hey!" He was the first to offer a greeting.

"Hi," she returned quickly. Too quickly. Calm down. Breathe. I am the one who set this up. It's no big deal.

"How was your weekend?" He seemed warm, as though nothing was out of the ordinary. But still, Mandy could swear that she detected something in his eyes—something he was trying to hide.

"Good," she replied. "Stayed in the whole time...pretty boring." Fucked my neighbor again, but you don't need to know that. "What about you?"

"It was okay. Worked on my assignment. I didn't do much else." As he spoke, he reached into his bag and pulled out her camera. 

She stared at the device in a daze until she remembered to speak. "Hmm? What assignment?"

He stared at her, confused, and then laughed. "Really? My kinesiology assignment? The whole reason I borrowed this?" He gestured towards his hand.

"Oh, right!" She felt so embarrassed. He is going to see right through me.

"Though apparently I could have kept it and you wouldn't have even noticed," he joked as he handed her the camera.

She laughed unnaturally. I am in control. Just breathe. Her hand shook as she took it and placed it in her own bag. 

The way that he looked at her made her feel anxious. She had shown him her most private parts, her most private moments, practically giftwrapped for his enjoyment. Now, as he stared at her, she felt exposed. She felt vulnerable and helpless. She felt...excited. 

It is a good thing that we did this in public, she thought as she felt a warmth starting to spread between her legs. God knows where this might have led in private.

They started walking towards their class when Mandy stopped abruptly. Don't ask, just keep moving. She bit her lip. No good can come from asking. "So...did you look at what was on the memory card?" She had not intended for the question to come out so straightforwardly. It almost sounded like an accusation.

His eyes shot wide as if he had been caught red-handed. "What? No, of course not! I would never do that to you. You asked me not to, and I respect that."

He is such a terrible liar. It was written all over his face. Mandy smiled.

"Okay, good. I was worried that you might have looked," she said as they started walking again. She could see that David relaxed. He thinks I am so gullible. "They were really private pictures."

Oh god, what am I doing? She was getting wrapped up in the tease again, losing herself in the moment.

"Yeah, you mentioned that on Thursday. You said they were pictures of your bikini?"

Mandy could hardly refrain from laughing. I don't remember mentioning the bikini...then again, I don't remember much. Even so, she suspected that he might have just given himself away. "Yeah, something like that..."

Class itself passed rather uneventfully. As soon as she was alone, Mandy turned on the camera and checked the memory card. Empty. At least he kept that part of his promise, she thought with a grin. 

She returned to her dorm room and looked hesitantly at the window. After some thought, she decided to walk over and close the curtains.

After everything that had happened, she was trying desperately to suppress her exhibitionist urges. She feared that she may have become addicted to the thrill of being seen. It seeped into her thoughts, day and night, and the mere thought of doing it again gave her goose bumps. Her encounters with Andrew and David had only added fuel to the fire. Fortunately, Megan returned home shortly thereafter, putting Mandy's temptation to rest.

Mandy's encounters with David returned to normal over the course of the week. She was afraid that her secret would get loose amongst her friends—either from Sarah or from David—but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. All of this normalcy made it progressively easier for Mandy to steer clear of the window when she was alone in the evening.

However, she found herself returning to Andrew's room twice more before the week's end. The second time, her true submissiveness was put to the test. She had never done anal before, nor had she ever wanted to. However, she obediently braced herself when he spread her cheeks and began to apply pressure on her virgin sphincter. Afterwards, she got dressed and returned to her room as though nothing was out of the ordinary. She felt dirtier than usual and promised herself not to let things get out of control like that again.

When Friday came, Mandy decided to spend a quiet evening at home. Most of her friends were going to some big concert on campus, but Mandy was not a huge fan of anyone in the show's lineup, and she was trying to save some money. Sarah was going with Ashley, and Megan was going with Kelly, Alex, Tom, and Nick, so Mandy had the room and the night to herself. 

After all of the distractions of the last two weeks, she had found herself falling behind in some of her coursework. Tonight seemed like an opportunity to catch up on her psychology and biology reading assignments. Exam time was only a couple weeks away, and she could not allow her grades to drop if she intended to go to medical school—an option she had been considering since high school.

Putting on plain t-shirt and a comfy pair of pajama pants, she relaxed in her bed surrounded by a pile of books and class notes.

It was almost 10:30pm by the time that mental exhaustion finally took hold. After re-reading the same sentence for the third time, she gave up and pushed her books aside. She could faintly hear the roaring music coming from the campus courtyard, and she decided to slip under her sheets and turn on the television. She grabbed her laptop and wasted some time online, posting some of her non-private photos to her profile page. 

Some of these are pretty good, she told herself as she played with some of the color settings. Her camera was high end, and although it was almost three years old, she was still impressed by the quality of photos she was able to get with it. 

She was starting to nod off the sleep when her phone rang. Still in bed, she reached out and picked up the receiver from her desk.

"Hello?" Mandy asked groggily. No response came. Fuck, this better not be some drunk asshole's idea of a prank. "Hello," she repeated. She was about to hang up when she finally got a response.

"Hey, Mandy?"

Mandy did not recognize the voice. "Yeah?"

"Hey...umm...this is Jess...from down the hall. I...uhhh...I forgot my keys. Can you please come down to let me in?"

Seriously?! Mandy was in no mood to go all the way downstairs to do a favor for someone that she hardly even knew. Even so, she felt somewhat bad for Jess. She didn't know the freshman girl very well, but Jess seemed a quiet type and she always seemed to be alone when Mandy saw her around the dorm. "Yeah, sure, no problem. Just give me a minute."

Mandy hung up the phone and sighed. She grabbed her favorite pair of slippers and took the elevator down to the ground floor.

What Mandy saw as she opened the door shocked her to her core. Standing before her in an oversized hoodie was the small, mousey girl from down the hall. However, Mandy would have never recognized her. Jess' bare legs extended from the bottom of her garment, but the true surprise was her face. Her hair was a tangled mess, her glasses were nowhere to be seen, and her face looked like it was smeared...covered in something. Is that...no, it couldn't be...oh my god, it is...

"Are you okay?" Mandy asked instinctively.

Jess stared at the floor. "Yeah...I...ugh...I was at the concert. I need to get back to my room."

The two girls quickly headed for the elevator and stepped inside. The doors closed and it began its rise to the fifth floor.

Mandy tried not to stare, and she tried desperately to understand. Who is this girl? This is not the quiet loner that I have been sharing a floor with for the last school year. Jess made no movement as the two girls stood in silence. A second glance confirmed Mandy's suspicion—there was far too much cum to have come from one, or even two, men. I have completely misjudged her. 

It was none of her business, but Mandy had to know. "Are you...naked under there?" she asked hesitantly.

Jess' cheeks turned a bright shade of red and she nodded. "Mandy, please don't tell anyone about this."

"Of course. I..." Mandy trailed off, unsure what to say. "Yeah, of course. But just out of curiosity, why did you call me?"

The two girls made eye contact for the first time that Mandy could recall. "I didn't want anyone else to see me like this," Jess responded. "And I knew that you of all people wouldn't judge me."

Before Mandy could respond, the elevator door opened, and her neighbor disappeared down the hall. Mandy stepped out, confused, and slowly walked back towards her room. What the fuck is she talking about?

She closed her door behind her and stared across the room for a long while, trying to piece together what had just happened. I thought she was a virgin. Unless... It was always possible that Jess had been taken against her will. Though, she seemed pretty calm if that was the case.

But what did she mean by that last comment? That I, of all people, wouldn't judge her. What kind of girl does she think that I am?

Mandy walked over to the mirror. She remembered the reflection that she had found staring back at her a week ago—naked, used, and covered in... Wait, how does she know about that?

Mandy certainly would have remembered if Jess had been present while Andrew fucked her. But the details of how she got back to her room were still fuzzy in her memory. Did I see her after? If so, who else might have seen me? She recalled that she had been naked when she woke up the next morning. Oh god, was I walking around the halls naked?

No, I couldn't possibly have been that reckless, could I?

Her thoughts returned to Jess, her sweet, innocent neighbor, and she smiled. It looks like I'm not the only one who has secrets. Perhaps Mandy wasn't so unusual after all, and that made her feel better about herself and the things that she had done.

In fact, it looked like Jess had a far wilder night than Mandy ever had.

Mandy sat down and tried to watch television, but it could not hold her focus. Her thoughts kept returning to Jess, getting fucked by multiple guys. Strangers? Friends? Maybe she had too much to drink? 

Her hand slipped into the waistband of her pajama pants unconsciously. She began to imagine herself in Jess' position and she realized the truth. I am jealous!

Her fingers trembled as she locked the door. She threw the curtains open and looked to the neighboring boys' dormitory. Only a few windows were lit up across from her own. 

Still staring out into the night, Mandy reached down and peeled her t-shirt up, over her head, and threw it to the floor. I can't just stand here, she thought as she displayed her bare breasts to her anonymous voyeurs. However, her body would not respond.

Resting one hand on the side of the window frame, she slipped the other below her waistband again. So wet. Pulling the hand out, she put a finger to her lips and took it into her mouth. She imagined that it was Jess' juices that she tasted, rather than her own.

Get away from the window. She tried to turn away, but she could not control herself.

Her hands pushed her pajama pants and panties down together until they fell around her ankles. 

Mandy imagined Jess, held down and fucked at a crowded concert. She imagined herself there with her. Meanwhile, her own her fingers glided down over her smoothly shaven lips.




A Gift Amongst Friends Ch. 04



Her body tensed up as a single finger slipped between the folds of her womanhood. A soft moan escaped her lips. 

There came a sound from the door as someone tried turning the knob. 

Oh, fuck! Mandy was thankful that she had remembered to lock the door.

She could hear keys rattling as she darted towards the floor to grab the pants at her feet. She nearly tripped over them as she pulled upwards and moved back towards her bed. The material bunched around her knees as she tugged desperately. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

She finally slipped the pants into place as she heard the click of the door unlocking.

Still topless, she reached for her shirt, tossing it back and forth, looking for the opening. She found it just as the door handle turned and the door started to open.

"Just a second!" Mandy shouted, turning her back towards the door. But it was too late.

As it swung open, she pulled the shirt up over her head. With her bare back exposed, she struggled for a couple of seconds to pull it down over her arms and into place.

"Oh fuck, sorry!" Her roommate exclaimed from behind her. "I didn't know you were changing!"

Mandy's heart sank as she turned around. Him. Standing behind Megan was Alex. He looked back at her with smile. It's okay, he didn't see anything...just my back...maybe the side of my breast. The reassurance did nothing to help the nausea forming in her stomach. He saw way more skin than he should have. "It's okay," she responded with all the fake sincerity she could muster. "No harm done."

"Nice tattoo," Alex said gleefully. He obviously meant the flowers on Mandy's lower back.

"Thanks," she responded coldly, adjusting her shirt. She felt self-conscious of the fact that she was not wearing a bra underneath.

"Yeah," Megan interjected. "I was thinking of getting another tattoo sometime soon, but I was thinking of getting something on my leg or the side of my waist."

"Aww, you don't think you would look good with a tramp stamp?" Alex joked, turning to his girlfriend. "A cute little slutty tattoo right here?" He poked Megan's lower back.

Mandy knew the jab was really meant for her. She looked down and noticed that her nipples were poking out against the material of her t-shirt. Her arms instinctively wanted to raise across her chest, but she refrained, afraid that it might draw more attention to her embarrassing situation.

"Of course I would!" Megan responded confidently. "But it's a little too girly for me. It looks good on Mandy though!" There was an awkward silence before Megan changed the subject. "Oh! Speaking of slutty things, did you hear what happened at the concert?"

Mandy shook her head.

"Apparently there was some wild stuff going on in the back of the crowd. We didn't see it, but Tom and Nick said there were two or three naked girls and they started giving out blowjobs or something like that.

Mandy's eyes widened. Jess!? Holy fuck...

"Yeah, I didn't believe it at first either," Megan continued. "But some other people were talking about it on the way back. They said that some guys started fucking them right there, in the audience."

"Yeah, it was pretty wild from what I heard," Alex explained. "Nick and Tom said they got a pretty good view of the whole thing...lucky bastards." He laughed.

Megan playfully hit him in the chest. "Yeah? And I bet a look is all they got?"

Oh god Jess, what did you do?

"Hey," he responded. "I wouldn't blame them! Good music and a free blowjob! Some guys were saying that they were pretty hot, but nobody knows who they are yet."

"Well, too bad for you. I'm the only naked girl you get to see tonight!" Megan laughed as she walked over to her dresser and started taking off her jewelry. "Oh, and I guess you saw Mandy when we came in, but that doesn't count!" She laughed at her own joke, oblivious to the look that Alex gave Mandy and oblivious to how red Mandy turned in response.

Megan grabbed a few things from her drawers and Mandy tuned out the rest of their conversation. Soon, the two intruders were gone again to spend the evening at Alex's.

Mandy turned off the light and crawled into bed. She stared at the ceiling for a long time, deep in thought before finally drifting off to sleep.

The dream was one that she had dreamt several times before. She showered with her roommate while her friends and classmates looked on. Hands held her naked body to the bed, but she did not want to fight them. 

She opened her eyes, unsure whether she had heard a noise. The room was lit up from the sunlight pouring through the open curtains. Morning already? For a moment, she could not be sure if she was still dreaming.

Silence.

Her heavy eyelids started to close of their own will until she heard the noise again—a light knock at the door.

She rose and slowly made her way toward the source of the noise.

Looking through the peephole of her door, she decided that she must indeed still be asleep. Even so, she slowly opened the door to find Jess looking back at her. Or, more accurately, her neighbor stared at the floor before her feet. She shot occasional glances at Mandy's eyes before returning her gaze to a fixed spot in the carpet between the two girls.

"Hey..." Mandy greeted with hesitation. Although Jess was cleaned up now, in a conservative shirt and jeans, Mandy could not forget the completely different girl that she had met the previous night. It's like night and day.

"Hi Mandy." She paused. "I know this is...unusual, but...well, I was wondering if you wanted to...uh...I mean, do you want to do something later? That is, get a coffee or something?" She hardly gave Mandy a chance to respond before interjecting. "I mean, it's okay if not. I just thought maybe you might want to."

Something about this girl made Mandy feel warm and fuzzy inside. She was so quiet...so shy. Undeniably cute, in her own way. What could she have possibly gotten herself into last night? Did she have a dark side, or did she just get in over her head? Either way, Mandy decided that she wanted to get to know her better...even if this invitation was highly unusual. "Yeah, sure. What time is it now?"

"I think it's almost 11:30." Jess stopped for a second, and her eyes shot wide. "Oh god, did I wake you up? I am so sorry." Mandy thought for a second that this small mouse might run back to her hole in fright.

"No, no," She lied. "I've been up for a while. Just haven't really gotten out of bed." She looked back into her room, then back at Jess. "I'd be up for coffee this afternoon. How about I come get you at 2?"

They agreed on the time and then parted ways, leaving Mandy to get dressed and grab lunch. Should I pretend that last night never happened, or should I ask, she wondered as she grabbed a pair of jeans from the closet and put on a relatively modest t-shirt.

When the time came, the two girls made small talk on the walk to the elevator. Mandy learned that Jess was indeed a freshman and had not settled on a major yet, but she was leaning towards English with a minor in History. Mandy told about the small town nearby, where she had grown up.

As they stepped outside, the conversation died down noticeably. They walked through campus and passed the courtyard, where volunteers were still cleaning up from the previous evening's concert. Mandy looked over at Jess, who looked straight ahead without so much as glancing at the venue.

As they left the campus, the conversation picked up again. Soon, they had walked a block to a nearby café.

Jess ordered a chai tea, and Mandy ordered a cappuccino. The two girls found a quiet table in the corner. 

A quiet awkwardness started to settle in again. Mandy was starting to learn that she did not, in fact, have all that much in common with Jess, other than a shared love of reading.

An itch bore at the back of Mandy's mind. I have to know. It's the reason we are here, and I have to know.

"So," Mandy tiptoed. "You were at the show last night?" 

Jess stared intently at her mug. She had obviously known that this was coming. She only nodded in reply.

Mandy looked around and leaned forward. "What happened?" she asked in a hushed voice.

Jess turned the mug clockwise, then back. She bit her lip, and Mandy thought she might have gone mute. Finally, she whispered back, "I...I don't really know." She took a drink and thought for a moment. "I was with my friend, crowd surfing, and then...then, the next thing I know, I am fighting for my clothes."

"Your friend?"

"Raven," Jess answered. Mandy was pretty sure she knew the girl. She seemed like an uptight sort. "We got separated though," Jess continued. She took another drink. "The next thing I know...they are...well, you know."

Mandy nodded in response.

"And the worst part is, I thought I would feel worse about it...after." She looked at Mandy and then quickly corrected herself. "Oh god, I mean...I don't want you to think that I am...like that. I just...I've never done anything like that before."

"It's okay. I'm not judging you," Mandy reassured. "So...you...went along with it?"

"Not at first. I was scared. I couldn't see and everyone was stealing my clothes. I was helpless—It was terrifying. But...after a while...have you ever wondered what it would be like to just...stop thinking for minute and just go with the flow? After a while, I sort of lost track of what was happening, and yeah...I guess I sort of went along with it. Oh god, I hope you don't think I'm a slut." 

"No, no, of course not." Keep going. Please, keep going. Mandy tried to mask her own excitement as she listened to Jess' story.

"I don't really know what happened after that. I was passed around, and they...used me. Oh, and I lost my phone and wallet."

There was a silence as the two girls stared forward, each waiting for the other to speak. Mandy finally spoke up first. "Just out of curiosity...why are you telling me this?"

"I...I haven't told anyone else yet, but I felt like I had to tell someone. I can't talk to my friends about it. I can't tell Raven. She's..."

"...judgemental," Mandy completed the thought.

"Yeah," Jess sighed. "I thought, well, you already saw me last night. I figured I could trust you not to tell anyone...or to judge me."

There it is again. "You said that last night too. Don't get me wrong, I'm not judging. But what did you mean by that?"

"Well, umm, I don't know if you remember this, but last week I was in the hall, and I saw you coming out of Andrew's room..."

Mandy nodded, blushing. "Sorry about that. I didn't mean for you to see me...and I guess I didn't mean to be there either. I was pretty drunk that night."

"Yeah, I could tell. Are you guys dating? I've seen you over there a couple of times."

"No, definitely not." Mandy felt a little uncomfortable. Jess obviously remembered that evening better than she did, and she wasn't entirely sure how much her neighbor had seen. She decided to steer the conversation back towards last night. "Well, I'm glad that you opened up to me. So...how do you...feel about what happened last night?"

"Honestly?" Jess paused. "I don't even know. It was humiliating...degrading. I feel ashamed. I think some of my classmates might have seen me. But...I don't know...it actually wasn't that bad. I know, that's a fucked up thing to say, but...it was...just sort of exhilarating." She looked up at Mandy to gauge her response. "Maybe I am just messed up."

"No, you're not. I..." Mandy wanted to open up to her new friend, but she was not ready just yet. "I understand." What you are describing is pretty much my nightly fantasy, she thought, but she held her tongue. "It sounds scary, but it also sounds sort of thrilling."

"Yeah," Jess replied, obviously ashamed of her confession.

Maybe we have more in common than I thought...

Jess shifted the conversation back towards school, and Mandy respected her desire to change the subject. They talked about upcoming exams. With only a week left to classes, both girls were in the final stretch for term papers and assignments.

About an hour after their arrival, the girls walked back to their dorm and went their separate ways.

The next several days passed rather uneventfully, and Mandy slowly tried to integrate Jess into her own group of friends. Jess' shyness made the transition difficult, but within days she was eating lunch with the group on a semi-regular basis.

As promised, Mandy kept Jess' secret to herself, but many times she was tempted to reveal it simply to show everyone that Jess was not as boring as she first appeared.

Thursday afternoon, Mandy and Katrina were waiting for their final Psychology class to begin. As they sat, chatting about exams, Mandy received a text message from Sarah.

"toga party tomorrow. cool?"

With classes ending soon, the girls received almost-daily invitations to parties, both on and off campus. Most of them sounded relatively lame to Mandy, but Sarah insisted that she wanted to go to this particular toga party at the boys' dorm. Mandy was not usually interested in these types of parties, and she was especially wary of stepping foot in the boys' dorm—they were, after all, her neighbors, and some of the main benefactors of her recent bout of exhibitionism.

However, Sarah was adamant. There was a boy that she had started seeing from the dorm, and she wanted to solidify their relationship before summer separated them for four months. She assured Mandy that nobody would recognize them, and she reminded Mandy that she had flashed them too. 

Believe me, Mandy thought, I showed them much more.

For all intents and purposes, Sarah was telling Mandy that they were going rather than asking her. Mandy had said that she would think about it. Now, Sarah was texting for confirmation.

"yeah sure," Mandy texted back, yielding once again to her best friend.

"awsum. i will meet u after ur class. gotta favor to ask u," Sarah responded.

Great, Mandy thought. Another favor.

Sure enough, Sarah was waiting in the hall for her after class. Katrina waved to Sarah and went on to her next class down the hall.

"Hey, what's up?" Mandy greeted. Although she was worried about tomorrow night's party, she certainly was not angry with her friend. Sarah had done her hundreds of favors over the years, and Mandy was not the type to turn down a friendly request. 

"Hi. Not much. Are you busy tonight?"

"No, I don't think so," Mandy responded. "Why?"

"I mean, are you going to be around?" Sarah clarified.

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, you know Eric?"

Well, I don't really 'know' him, Mandy thought. I just know she likes him and he is the main reason we are going to the party tomorrow. Sarah had gone out with Eric a couple of times, but Mandy had not heard anything about him in the past couple of weeks, so she thought that maybe it had been over.

"Well," Sarah continued, "we've been flirting a lot lately, and I thought it might be fun to send him a few pictures..."

Mandy almost snorted with laughter. She knew her friend well enough to know what type of pictures she meant. "Oh my god, are you serious? You just met him!"

"No, we've known each other for a couple of months. I just think it would be a fun way to show him...that I am interested."

Mandy knew that she was certainly in no position to judge, considering that she had recently exposed herself to friends, neighbors, and complete strangers. "Sure," she answered with a laugh. "You can come by and borrow the camera any time. You know that."

"I don't just want to borrow it, though. I was hoping...that you could take a couple of them."

Mandy was stunned.

"I know you're a great photographer," Sarah continued. "And I know that I can trust you to keep it to yourself...plus, you sorta already have experience with these kinds of pictures."

Mandy looked around to make sure that nobody was listening, but everyone in the hallway seemed to be going about their own business unaware—or indifferent—to the girls' conversation. "I don't know what to say," she trailed off. Am I dreaming? This seemed exactly like the sort of surreal situation that occurred on an almost-nightly basis between her eyelids as she slept. She struggled to hide the lump in her throat and the flutter that coursed through her body. "Yeah...I can take some pictures...if that's what you want."

Mandy had used friends as models before in her photography, but never like this. The thought of her beautiful best friend, in any sort of compromising position set her imagination ablaze. She tried to calm herself. I'm sure she just plans to take some sexy tease photos. Provocative poses. Nothing too risky. Even so, the thought of expanding her own skillset as a photographer was exciting in its own right.

"Thanks," Sarah responded. "I was thinking of doing it tonight, if that's okay. That way I can send them to him before the party tomorrow. I think my roommate's going to be gone out later, so we can probably do it at my place, but I will text you later."

"Sure, I was just going to study tonight. Just text me to keep me posted."

"No problem, and thanks again."

The girls said their farewells and parted ways. Mandy returned to her dorm room and dropped off her stuff. She closed the door and stared at her camera.

I can't believe this is happening, she thought. A large share of her recent fantasies had involved Sarah, and now things seemed to be going in Mandy's favor. 

She had not felt this excited and anxious since the night that she gave David the naked photos of herself—the same evening when she may or may not have kissed Sarah. Two weeks had passed, and Mandy still could not tell if she had imagined that kiss or not. The thought of it still gave her butterflies.

She went to dinner, but she hardly ate. Some of her friends were discussing the toga party. None of her male friends were interested in going, and it did not seem like many of the girls would be attending either. So far, the list included Mandy, Sarah, and Ashley. Katrina had expressed some mild interest, but Mandy knew her well enough to be skeptical. She would be cute in a toga, Mandy thought, but she would never go out in public in one.

Mandy had also asked Jess if she was interested, but her newest friend quickly turned down the offer. After everything that had happened last week, and given her shyness, Mandy could understand why.

She returned to her room and played with her camera for some time, pondering ideas for the photo shoot. What type of pictures will she want? What type of lighting will look best? In spite of her own personal excitement, Mandy was still something of a photographer and needed to retain some semblance of professionalism.

At 6:30, she received the text from her friend. Mandy's heart sank.

"Hey," Sarah texted, "my roommate is here after all. might need to reschedule :("

"aww, that sucks," Mandy responded. She tried to mask the extent of her disappointment. Sarah lived in another coed dorm a few minutes away, and her roommate's schedule was pretty inconsistent from what Mandy had gathered.

"yeah I know. i wanted to get these done tonight."

Me too, Mandy thought with a sigh. Wait a second... She had an idea. "why not just come here?" She texted. "megan is gone for the nite. im here alone." Please! Please! Please! She stared at her phone, waiting for a response. A minute passed that seemed like the longest minute of her life. She almost abandoned hope when the phone chimed. 

"sure! just need to pack some stuff. u good in an hour?"

"yes. see u then." Mandy thought she might pass out. How was she possibly going to do this? She had never taken these sorts of photographs before...professionally, that is. What if Sarah is expecting some professional-level photos? She had never seen the private ones that Mandy had taken of herself—they were definitely more amateur than her usual work.




A Gift Amongst Friends Ch. 04



Mandy started panicking, moving lamps around, testing different light combinations and different settings on the camera itself. The lighting in these rooms is terrible. She started creating plans and contingency plans. 

If she's wearing bright colors, these lights are fine. If dark, we can use those ones. If she's on the bed, these lamps can move here. If she is showing more skin...her mind carried that last image forward, and she had to shake her head to focus.

Meanwhile, she also cleaned things up a little. If her room was going to be used as a backdrop for these pictures, she wanted it to be as unobtrusive as possible. Megan's side in particular was a mess, and Mandy did the best she could to push some of her belongings into the closet.

With another half hour remaining until Sarah would arrive, Mandy started second guessing her own appearance, even though she was just the photographer. This was practically a fantasy come true for her, and she wanted to look her best. 

Obviously, she couldn't dress up or that would seem unusual. A tank top and shorts would be fine, but she opted for a little touch up on her hair a makeup—subtle, not something that would draw attention, but a definite improvement over her going-to-class look.

Finally, Sarah arrived. Four minutes early, Mandy noticed, as though the small detail carried any significance.

Her friend was still dressed in the yellow sleeveless button-up shirt and denim cut-off shorts that she had been wearing that afternoon. They stepped into the dorm room and Mandy locked the door behind them.

Sarah sat on the edge of the bed. She seemed more bubbly than usual. Excited...possibly even a little intoxicated.

Maybe I'm not the only one that is anxious about this, Mandy thought. She started explaining her ideas and plans to Sarah, probing her for input and asking about more technical points.

"Whoa, slow down!" Sarah responded, blank faced. "I don't know about any of that stuff. I'll just trust you with that. This doesn't need to be anything fancy. I just suck at taking pictures and figured I would fuck this up! Also, I thought it would be more fun for someone else to do it," she giggled.

Inside, Mandy breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, okay, sure."

"I don't know what I'm doing, so just tell me what you want me to do," Sarah said, slipping her shoes off and kicking them by the door.

That sentence was music to Mandy's ears, and she briefly let her imagination push that idea to several destinations. Coming back to reality, she grabbed the camera and stood across from Sarah, centering her friend in the viewfinder. She backed up another step and repeated the procedure.

"Okay," she instructed, "well, lean back a little bit. Move your arm there and look over here." The first photo did not look right, so Mandy snapped another. Perfect. "Now move back a little bit more, but leave your legs hanging over the edge. Just like that." Click.

Mandy had taken photos of her friends on many occasions, and she already knew that Sarah was very photogenic. Her energy and smile always translated very well to film, and this was no exception. She took several more photos of her friend on the bed in various innocent poses.

She swallowed hard and for a moment wondered if she could get the next words out. "Alright...how about you undo the first couple of buttons?"

 

To be continued...



A Gift Amongst Friends Ch. 05



This story immediately continues the events of the fourth chapter and will make numerous references to previous events in this series. Although I hope each chapter is able to stand up as an enjoyable tale on its own, I strongly recommend starting at the beginning if you haven't already done so. It will just make so much more sense that way.

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Mandy swallowed hard and for a moment wondered if she could get the next words out. "Alright...how about you undo the first couple of buttons?"

Without a word and with a smile, Sarah reached up and undid the top two buttons of her shirt. The material parted, creating a deep neckline and allowing a peek at her modest cleavage. Mandy found her in the viewfinder. Click.

She took several more photos of her best friend. Mandy still could not believe what was happening. Weeks ago, she could never have imagined herself in this position, taking sexy photos of Sarah for a guy that Mandy hardly even knew.

But so much had changed in the past several weeks. Mandy was practically a whole new person with new desires that she was still in the process of understanding. She had never possessed so much sexual energy, she had never dreamt of so many dark fantasies, she had never been attracted to another woman...

Now, she struggled to maintain a cool semblance of professionalism as she stood behind her camera. I am just doing this as a favor to Sarah, she told herself. That is all. Click. And she has clearly been drinking...

"Lean over onto the pillow," Mandy instructed. Sarah did as she was told, laying on her side, allowing the opening of her shirt to inch further.

Mandy absolutely loved the imagined power that she had over her model. Sarah had told her that she wanted Mandy's direction for the photo shoot. However, Mandy was still unsure exactly what type of photos Sarah was looking for, so she needed to tip-toe carefully.

The room filled with flashes as the girls took picture after picture. Mandy had made sure to close the curtains for this occasion—something she had completely forgotten weeks ago, during her own more personal self-photography session.

Mandy stared at Sarah's shirt, the question dancing on the tip of her tongue. Should I ask? She certainly wanted to, but she also knew that things could get weird if she overstepped her boundaries.

Sarah stared back at her, never losing her smirk. "More buttons?"

You read my mind, she thought to herself. "Yeah, I think that would work." She stopped, biting her bottom lip. "That is, if you want to. Just let me know if you want to stop or if you have the pictures that you wanted."

"No, it's okay. I planned on showing a bit more. What's the point if I don't show him a little skin?"

She was referring to Eric, the reason that this photo session was happening in the first place. Sarah had been seeing Eric on and off for the past couple of months, and now she had decided that she wanted to surprise him with some fun pictures. Mandy could only surmise what that meant.

Sarah undid two more buttons, and as the second one popped open, a white lace bra revealed itself, just barely creeping out from the confines of her yellow shirt.

Mandy lowered herself so that she was directly across from the bed. She loved the way that the lacy garment stayed mostly hidden from this angle, offering no more than an innocent tease of what lay beneath. Several clicks followed.

She allowed the model to do most of the work for her, as Sarah stared seductively into the camera. It was difficult for Mandy to mentally remove herself from the situation. Sarah's eyes burned into her own, and Mandy felt butterflies. No, she reminded herself, she is looking into the camera...not at me. Still, the thought was impossible to shake.

Mandy slowly raised the camera and moved around towards the head of the bed, allowing a gradually more revealing perspective of her friend's neckline.

She took two more photos and stared through her lens, deciding where to go next.

Mandy felt flustered, and her mind raced with ideas. She was also starting to feel warm, and while she stopped to think, she unconsciously lowered a hand to the collar of her own shirt, playing with the fabric between her fingers.

To her surprise, Sarah began mimicking the motion, apparently interpreting it as a non-verbal direction. Mandy watched as Sarah pulled the shirt open, carefully displaying more of the bra beneath. Click.

Mandy struggled to hold the camera steady with one hand while she stretched the neckline of her shirt farther away from her body with the other. Sarah followed her lead, opening the shirt even further for the camera. Click.

Mandy traced a finger down along her collar, waiting for Sarah to do the same. She stopped when Sarah's finger rested on the next clasped button. The room was silent, save for the sound of the camera's shutter. Sarah undid the button slowly.

Is she teasing me, or it this simply to give me ample time for the shots?

"How about you stand up?" Mandy asked, deciding that she could not limit the entire photo shoot to a single position. Not that Eric will complain either way, she thought. But she had secretly decided that this was not entirely for him. This is my shoot, and I'm going to get as much out of it as I can.

"Sure," Sarah agreed without hesitation. As she sat up, she adjusted her shirt, but left the buttons open as they were. "Where do you want me?"

So many places. "Over here," Mandy answered, gesturing towards the entryway. "Lean back against the door and face me." She waited while her friend complied. "Now do what you were doing on the bed."

Mandy photographed Sarah as she once again reached up and pulled her shirt open. Her bra was now quite visible, the soft material cupping her small, perky, B-cup breasts. Sarah used her other hand to undo the remaining buttons, pausing after each one and waiting for Mandy to nod her approval to continue.

Once fully open, Mandy stopped a moment to admire Sarah's thin figure. She was such a tiny thing, beautiful and delicate. Her flat tummy and slender waist clearly indicated that she knew how to keep in shape. Whereas Mandy was naturally gifted with wide hips and a prominent C-cup chest, Sarah's body contained fewer curves.

They had been best friends since middle school and had seen each other naked many times over the years. Time and again, both girls were constantly jealous of the other's beauty.

"Move over by the dresser," Mandy decided. "There is more room and more light over there."

Still playfully tugging at the sides of her open shirt, Sarah obeyed. "How am I doing so far?"

Mandy moved around, trying to find the best angle. "Great. Eric is going to love these. It's a shame that I can't put them in my portfolio. They would add some real range."

Sarah giggled and Mandy almost detected a hint of a blush—something that she rarely saw from her friend. "Well, we'll see. I don't mind if you use the...innocent ones."

"How about you slip the shirt down over your shoulders?" Mandy asked, switching back into director mode.

"Like this?" Sarah pulled the shirt complete open and pushed the material back so that it exposed her bra completely.

"Just like that." Click. "Now let it hang down from your elbows." Mandy savored every moment, expecting to wake and learn that this had all been a dream.

Although Mandy had practiced amateur photography for years, she had never done anything like this before with a model. She was impressed with how well the pictures were turning out. Perhaps she would need to consider working part time as a photographer to help pay for university.

Sarah stood before her with her top now practically removed. "Should I just take it off the rest of the way?" she asked, predicting Mandy's next direction.

"Sure, you can just set it over here," Mandy instructed, gesturing towards her chair. She watched Sarah move, enjoying how closely their bodies came as her friend passed by. "Wait, stop right like that."

Sarah was positioned right in front of Mandy, half bent at the waist as she was poised to carefully place her shirt over the back of the chair. Mandy moved around for a better view. With her body leaning forward, Sarah's bra fell forward in such a way that Mandy could look down and see a gap between the material and her flesh. Her perky breasts hung freely so that the nipple was partly visible on her right breast.

She looked up at Mandy, confused. It was a natural pose, and her exposure looked genuinely accidental.

Mandy raised the camera, but she was unable to push the button. Something seemed wrong.

"I..." she started. "Do you want me to take a picture like this? I think Eric will like it."

Sarah's bewilderment lingered for several seconds, before she looked down and realized what Mandy was seeing. "It's your call. I'm half-drunk."

Mandy did not need any more convincing, and she quickly snapped another picture. She photographed as Sara put the shirt down and returned to the dresser.

"Put your hands on your hips and turn your body a bit to the right," Mandy said, experimenting with different poses. Next, she had Sara unbutton her denim shorts and lower the zipper slightly.

"Do you want me to take them off?" Sarah asked after several more positions alongside the dresser. She seemed to be really getting into it, and Mandy was happy to have such an eager model. After weeks of playing the submissive role, it was fun to put someone else in that position for a change.

"Not yet. Turn around and put your hands on the dresser." Mandy watched as Sarah turned and bent over to do as she was told. She pushed her small butt towards the camera, giving Mandy some amazing shots of her ass and her bare legs that came all the way up to the base of her cut-offs. Now here comes to the moment of truth, Mandy thought. She knew that this could bring everything to a screeching halt, but she could not restrain herself any longer. "Now reach back and slowly unhook your bra..." A second after it came out, she chickened out and backpedalled a little. "I mean...that is, you can if you want."

Sarah ignored the last sentence, and reached behind her back. Still standing behind her, Mandy frantically captured image after image of her friend unclasping the modest bit of clothing that still remained from the waist up.

The straps fell aside and a raised arm was the only thing still holding the garment to her chest. She started to turn around, but Mandy interrupted her. "Don't turn around yet, but move over a little bit to the left."

Sarah stepped over in front of the large mirror that hung over the dresser.

"Now," Mandy continued, "look back over your shoulder at me and slowly let the bra fall."

Looking cute as always, Sarah looked back at the camera and bit her lower lip. She closed one eye, as if winking at the recipient of this photo. However, Mandy's eyes were glued to the mirror. Sarah seemed oblivious that as she let the bra fall away from her body, a reflection of her bare chest was framed in the mirror before her. Her small perky breasts gave a small bounce as they popped into the open, and Mandy filled the room with flashes as she greedily photographed Sarah in all her beauty.

Mandy was in the zone, blind to everything except the breasts in the mirror and the small dark nipples that adorned them. She had seen them so many times before, but never like this, and never with the appreciation that she now possessed.

Without direction, Sarah slowly turned around to face Mandy. Click. She is so beautiful, Mandy thought, putting the camera down for a moment to enjoy the sight of her topless friend.

Just as she was about to return to her work, something caught her eye. In the mirror behind Sarah, she could see part of her own reflection—half of her face and the left side of her body extended from the frame's edge.

"Shit," Mandy muttered under her breath.

"What? What's wrong?" Sarah looked concerned, raising an arm to cover her exposed chest.

"Just a second." Mandy pressed a button and began reviewing the last pictures she had taken. Fuck. She continued back to the first pictures by the dresser. What a stupid, rookie mistake. "Shit, you can see my reflection in the mirror for all of these pictures. Sorry, I can't believe that I missed that." She was so embarrassed; these were such great pictures, and she had ruined them.

Sarah stared back at her confused. "And? What's the big deal?"

"I...well, they look really unprofessional," Mandy admitted, ashamed.

Sarah burst out laughing. "Oh my god, are you serious? I'm not paying for a fancy studio or anything...I just want someone to take pictures for me!" She looked Mandy in the eyes. "Don't get me wrong, you're doing a great job so far. Can I see?"

She stepped over next to Mandy, who held out the camera for her to inspect. Mandy swallowed as she stared at Sarah's breasts, only inches from her own arm. Her mouth was dry, and she could not bring herself to speak.

On the camera's small screen, Sarah stood in front of the dresser with her shirt wide open. In the mirror behind her, the girls could clearly see Mandy's elbow and her hip. In the next several photos, you could see part of her hair.

The following photos showed Sarah putting the shirt down on the chair, looking down into her bra. They looked accidental, exactly as Mandy had intended, though she felt mildly embarrassed for their voyeuristic nature. As she looked at them, Sarah giggled, but said nothing.

I don't know if that's a good sign or a bad sign, Mandy thought.

The remaining photos showed Sarah back in front of the dresser, and Mandy cringed as she looked at herself, much more prominently reflected in the mirror. She was so focused on Sarah's body that she had obviously failed to pay attention.

They stood in silence for a moment before Sarah finally spoke. "You know what? I actually really like it, and so will Eric. I mean, I know it was an accident, but it's like...it puts another girl in the picture, which is pretty hot. That's pretty much every guy's fantasy, isn't it?"

It was true.

"Yeah, I guess..." Mandy trailed off. "So you don't want to redo them?"

"Shit, no. In fact, you should move over a little bit more so that you can really see your reflection."

It was a fun idea that Mandy had never really considered. These were supposed to be Sarah's pictures, but she could not argue with her logic. It was kinky, and the idea of making it look unintentional sent shivers up Mandy's spine.

"Sure, why not."

The girls got back into their positions, and Mandy shuffled over so that her face was now centered in the mirror, hanging behind Sarah's back. Her friend, meanwhile, leaned back and placed both hands on the dresser's surface, pushing her small bare breasts out towards the camera.

Mandy raised the camera and spent the next several minutes photographing her topless friend in various enticing poses.

Sarah was the first to speak up. "You know...I don't know if this is too weird for you, but...if we're going to do some pictures with you in them, we should make things more interesting. You should take off your shirt too."

"What?"

"I mean, if it's just part of your reflection in the mirror and you can hardly see anything anyway, you should lose the shirt. It's no big deal if Eric sees your bra, is it?"

"No, I guess not." This was an unusual suggestion for Sarah to make, but strangely, it did not bother Mandy in the slightest. Just a month ago, she had been a normal girl, sweet and innocent. She was by no means a virgin, but she did not consider herself to have an unusual obsession with sex.

Since then, she had certainly fallen headfirst down a slippery slope of questionable decisions. She had exposed herself to her neighbors in the boys' dormitory, she had given David a nice collection of personal photographs under the guise of an accident, and she had fucked her neighbor, Andrew, from down the hall. Compared to all of that, flashing her bra in a couple of pictures seemed like child's play.

Even so...this was for Eric, and although they were not quite a couple yet, it was quite clear that Sarah was interested in him. It seemed wrong for Mandy to tease him in any way. Then again, this was Sarah's idea...and it was a rather fun idea at that.

Mandy set the camera down on the bed. A little tease can't hurt, and if Sarah is okay with it...

Mandy grabbed the hem of her tank top, peeled it up over her shoulders, and tossed it to the floor. She looked in the mirror and saw herself, standing nervously in her yellow bra and khaki shorts. I can't believe this is happening.

Picking up her camera, she continued where she had left off, taking note of her scantily clad reflection, hiding its face behind the lens. Meanwhile, Sarah took the initiative and began pushing her shorts down over her hips.

"Looks like you don't need my instructions anymore," Mandy said.

Sarah stopped, shorts midway down her thighs. "Oh sorry...did you want me to wait?"

"No, no, I was just joking."

That smile...

Mandy's heart melted. She was really starting to get into this in a way that she had never experienced before as a photographer. In fact, this was starting to feel more reminiscent of her own time as a model, in this room, only a few weeks ago. Even so, she thought that she must have misheard the next words that came out of Sarah's mouth as she kicked her shorts aside, now standing in nothing but a lace pair of panty briefs.

"You should lose the bra too. That'll really make him wonder what we were up to."

Mandy's jaw dropped. "Are you serious? You want me to show Eric my boobs?"

"Not if you don't want to. I was actually thinking that you could keep your arms over them so you wouldn't really be showing anything."

"I don't know..." Mandy knew that this was a bad idea, and she knew that she would regret it. However, she also remembered the thrill of giving up power and handing over the last batch of photos to David. She looked wistfully at the beautiful sight before her and knew that this was what she wanted.

Fingers shaking, she reached back with one hand. She fumbled with the clasp of her bra for a few seconds before she felt it spring loose, dropping to the floor.

Her face felt warm and she felt light-headed. Her large breasts swayed with each turn of her body, and her large pink nipples instinctively hardened in response to their exposure. The two girls stood topless with nothing but a camera and a few feet of distance between them.

It was easy for Mandy to position her elbows so that they rested in front of her chest. The difficult part proved to be holding the camera steady with her trembling hands. After some time, she started to calm down and managed to take several pictures that were not blurry.

Sarah turned around and bent over the dresser again, peeling her panties down a couple of inches, giving a peek of the small firm ass hiding underneath.

Mouth practically watering, Mandy got more bold as well. When Sarah wasn't looking, she let her arms drop aside for several shots, giving a largely unobstructed view of her own breasts in the mirror, smirking as she took the shot. I bet Eric will enjoy that for sure.

"Am I still doing good?" Sarah asked, pulling her panties back into place and turning around to face her photographer.

"Absolutely," Mandy responded, unsure what else to say.

"Those pictures that you took for David...did you go this far?"

"Umm," Mandy hesitated. She rarely kept secrets from Sarah, and she had already confided in her about her exploits with David...however, she had always remained purposefully vague about the contents of the pictures. Sarah only knew that they contained nudity. "Yeah...I went a little further than this..."




A Gift Amongst Friends Ch. 05



"Holy shit, really? You're a brave girl!" Sarah laughed, causing her small tits to jiggle slightly. "Do you still have them?"

Mandy knew that she should lie, but she could not bring herself to do so. If it was anyone else, perhaps. "Yeah, I copied them to my computer before I gave them to him."

"Let me see! Maybe they will inspire me!"

"I don't know, they're pretty private," Mandy said, shyly. That was certainly an understatement.

"Oh, come on, I've already seen everything a million times. Don't be such a chicken."

Sarah always had a way of egging Mandy on, and it had gotten the two of them in trouble a few times over a years. Never anything serious, of course, but she had dragged Mandy into more than their share of childhood pranks.

I guess I can just show the first few—the ones before I started fingering myself.

Mandy set the camera down and walked over to her computer to log in. She started to reach for her shirt, but Sarah stopped her, assuring her that she wanted to do a few more photos. Mandy certainly was not going to argue. She only hoped that Sarah could not discern how excited this whole affair had left her.

She started browsing through files and directories. She had hidden these pictures deep in the recesses of her hard drive as a security measure.

A flash suddenly filled the room. Startled, Mandy turned to find Sarah playing with the camera. She was holding it out at arm's length, taking pictures of herself.

Mandy returned to her search. Another flash occurred. She turned again, this time finding the camera pointed in her direction. A third flash blinded her. She laughed, trying to shake the blindness from her eyes. Sarah had a playful personality, and apparently their state of undress had little effect on that.

Ignoring the next flash, Mandy found the folder that she was looking for. Inside, there over a dozen thumbnail images that she had taken for her teasing game with David. "Here," she signaled. "I will show you a couple, but I don't think you want to see the other ones."

Sarah came over and leaned in close to her friend so that the two topless girls were facing the monitor together. Before Mandy could react, Sarah held the camera out and took a picture of the two girls together.

Too late, Mandy shot her hands up in front of her chest, laughing all the while. "Oh my god, stop that!" She waited until Sarah set the camera on the desk before she continued. She forced herself to focus on the computer rather than the stunning girl standing next to her in nothing but a pair of sheer panties.

On the screen before them was an image of Mandy in her skimpy black bikini. Sarah had certainly seen that suit before, though Mandy did not wear it regularly anymore. Her large breasts strained against the thin material in the photo.

"Oh wow," Sarah exclaimed. "You got straight to the point, didn't you?"

You have no idea, Mandy thought. The next photo was brighter, and the girls could clearly see the outline of Mandy's nipples poking through the dark fabric.

Mandy clicked to the next photo, in which she was covered by her large grey university hoodie, with subsequent images showing more skin and implying that there was nothing on under the sweater. Mandy hesitated as she finally moved to the first photo of the opened hoodie, revealing her round, perky breasts.

"I can't believe you gave these too him!" Sarah sounded almost as excited as Mandy was, though Mandy suspected it was for different reasons.

"Yeah, it was pretty crazy...I should stop here though."

"What? Aw, come on. It can't be that bad." Sarah reached for the mouse, and Mandy did nothing to stop her.

Mandy's eyes moved from Sarah's fingers to the screen, where a new image appeared. It showed Mandy with her hoodie completely open and her body fully exposed. There was nothing new to be seen for the girls. Sarah had seen Mandy change many times over the years, and both girls were shaven. Still, Mandy felt quite embarrassed as she watched her best friend staring at her own naked figure, vulnerable and defenseless on the computer screen.

Sarah said nothing, but clicked through two more pictures of Mandy, showing both her front and back side.

"It gets really bad after this one..." Mandy warned, but Sarah did not acknowledge her warning. Mandy watched quietly as Sarah entered into the extremely private photos—the ones that Mandy had not planned to take...the ones that were taken in the heat of the moment, after giving way to lust.

There is no way that she will ever be able to look at me the same again, Mandy thought as she stared at a picture of herself, naked, writhing, and with two fingers inserted deep into her own pussy.

The two girls said nothing as the picture show continued. On the screen, Mandy's face turned to one of complete ecstasy. Her body was tensed up and her back was arched upwards. It was clear that this photo had captured her fully engulfed in the midst of a furious orgasm.

The final image was one that always gave Mandy a shiver, no matter how many times she saw it. It showed Mandy, obviously still recovering from the events of the previous photo. She stared deep into the camera and, in turn, it looked like she was staring at the two girls in front of the computer. Her gaze was one of pure pleasure and indifference as she sucked on the same fingers that recently occupied the crevices of her womanhood.

Sarah's finger lingered on the button for some time before she finally moved on, returning to the beginning of the set.

The mood in the room had gotten more serious, and Mandy started to panic, desperate to lighten the mood. "Yeah, don't worry, I don't expect you to do any of that."

Sarah smiled, but Mandy detected that there was something beneath the gesture—some deep thought going on, hidden behind her eyes. "Okay, good. I...I don't know if I am ready for that just yet. I mean...wow...you gave him all of these pictures?"

"Yeah, it was kind of stupid in hindsight."

"No, no..." Sarah moved back to the last photo. "They're just very...graphic. I thought they were, well, not that."

Mandy's nipples stiffened from the combination of arousal and embarrassment. Finally, Sarah closed the image browser and turned back to her friend.

"So..." she started hesitantly, "did you want to take any more or do you want to call it a night?"

Mandy was shocked. "I can take more if you want."

"Sure, maybe just a few more for fun."

Just for fun. The words echoed in Mandy's head. What does that mean?

Sarah stood upright and grabbed the camera once more, shuffling it around in her hands. "Can I take a couple?" she asked, biting her lower lip.

"Yeah, go ahead."

Sarah raised the camera and snapped a picture of Mandy, still topless in her chair.

"Woah!" Mandy exclaimed, covering herself as best as she could. "I didn't think you meant of me," she said, emphasizing the last word.

"Oh, come on. I want to try and take a couple. You can give them to David, if you want—"

"I'm not giving any more pictures to David," Mandy interrupted.

"Well, you can do whatever you want with them. Don't worry, they will be tame compared to those," Sarah responded, motioning towards the computer.

Slowly, Mandy lowered her arms. Lust dominated over logic. It was a terrible idea for Mandy to allow more pictures. God only knows what I will do with them the next time I am feeling horny. However, the thought of trading roles with Sarah was one that she could not turn down. Mandy already felt like Sarah had the upper hand after watching her shameful picture show. Now, Mandy was handing the camera over in addition to the control.

"Go over by the dresser," Sarah instructed.

Mandy did as she was told, burning with excitement. She turned off the part of her brain warning her to stop, and she allowed the situation to consume her. The camera flashes brought pleasant memories of her last photo shoot. Thoughts of who she was with and what she was doing faded. All that remained was desire.

"You might as well take off your shorts so that we will match," Sarah suggested.

It was no suggestion in Mandy's mind. She gladly unbuttoned her shorts and lowered the zipper, feeling an instant thrill with each click of the shutter.

"Turn around," Sarah directed.

Mandy did not speak—there was no need to, no reason to.

She turned and slipped her shorts down, revealing a pink thong that left little to the imagination. Many guys had praised Mandy's firm, round ass over the years, and she frequently wore sexy underwear that complemented her figure. As her shorts fell to the floor, Mandy kicked them aside with Sarah's.

Facing the dresser and staring into the mirror, Mandy watched Sarah's reflection behind her, photographing her exposed butt, complete with her flowery tramp stamp tattoo. She used to hate that tattoo, regretting it within months of getting it. It represented a failed youthful attempt of rebellion. However, now she was starting to appreciate the suggestive message that it conveyed. Although she would never admit it to anyone, the thought of being seen as a slut was kind of arousing to Mandy.

"Hold still for a second," Sarah said. "I am zooming in on that butt."

Mandy laughed, but she did as she was told. She modeled for Sarah for several more shots.

She waited desperately for Sarah to give the direction that she was hoping for, but it never came. This is it, she thought. She either doesn't want to say it or she can't.

Mandy hoped that it was the latter as she tucked her thumbs into the waistband of her thong and slipped it off, leaving her completely nude.

Sarah hesitated for a second, unsure if she was supposed to photograph this. However, after a moment's pause, she raised the camera and continued.

Now Mandy felt awkward, unsure what to do with her hands or which way to stand to maintain the delicate balance between sensuality and vulgarity. She decided to angle each of her poses so that the majority of her pubic area was hidden. At one point, she even sat down on her roommate's bed, spreading her legs for the camera, but delicately positioning a hand over her smoothly shaved mound.

"Your turn," Mandy said as she stepped over and retrieved her camera.

"Fine," Sarah said with a defeated shrug. Without any pause or tease, she pushed her panties to the floor and stepped out of them while Mandy appreciated the view. "I really shouldn't have drank before I came over here."

"Let's get a picture together," Mandy said, testing the waters as she moved in closer to her naked friend. Receiving no objections, she cuddled her body against Sarah's.

The girls turned their backs towards the mirror, and Mandy took a picture of their reflection, each with a hand cupping the other's bare ass cheek.

She is so warm and soft, Mandy thought as she snuggled closer. And she smells so good.

Mandy stood over half a foot taller than her co-model, and her large breasts were practically sitting on Sarah's shoulders. She held the camera out at arm's length and wrapped her free hand around Sarah's waist. Both girls smiled as Mandy filled the room with another blinding flash.

"I might just have to show that one to Eric too!" Sarah said loudly, giggling.

"Ha! Yeah right!" Mandy joked. "I'm sure he would love that one!"

"And this one." Sarah stood up on her tippy toes and leaned into Mandy, resting a hand on her hip for balance. She gave Mandy a soft peck on the cheek, causing a flood of emotions in the already confused girl. Sarah's lips remained on Mandy for several seconds, until Mandy realized that she was waiting for a picture.

Click.

Before Sarah could pull away, Mandy turned, meeting Sarah's lips with her own.

Sarah flinched for an instant, but soon relaxed and returned the kiss. Mandy's tongue slipped into her open mouth and found Sarah's. At that instant, she had a feeling of déjà vu, but the thought disappeared, overshadowed by the physical sensation of her friend's mouth.

After several seconds of this, Sarah tried to pull away. However, Mandy held her firmly and pressed into her, refusing to let her go. The kiss was awkward, but grew more passionate as their bodies leaned against the dresser.

Mandy pushed Sarah down onto the nearest bed, which happened to belong to her roommate.

"What are you doing?" Sarah asked, short of breath.

Mandy ignored the question and climbed onto the bed, lying next to her friend. Putting the camera down, she began kissing Sarah again, this time receiving no resistance.

Feeling bold, Mandy allowed a single hand to stray upwards, finding its way to Sarah's left breast.

It's so warm and soft, she thought, wrapping her fingers firmly around its small curves. She had never touched another woman's breasts before, and she suspected that this was what it must feel like for teenage boys for their first time: terrifying, surreal, and wonderful.

She traced her fingers lower, never yielding on her kiss. Blindly, her hand found Sarah's thigh, and she caressed it, pushing her leg to the side and following it contours upward.

Mandy just about fainted when she realized that she was cupping her best friend's bare pussy. What am I doing? She thought. However, that did not stop her from exploring her destination, stroking the smooth skin of Sarah's outer lips.

She's so wet...then again, so am I.

Mandy pulled her face away and immediately began kissing along Sarah's neck.

"Mandy, I don't know..."

Mandy did not stop, her lips wrapping around Sarah's tiny nipple.

"Don't..." Her friend trailed off, barely audible. She let out a low moan.

Still kissing her friend's chest, Mandy wiggled a single finger between the wet folds of Sarah's lips.

"Please..." Sarah whimpered, but her protests faded as Mandy's finger parted her moist slit and began tracing her flesh.

"You should get a picture of this," Mandy whispered playfully as she kissed the skin around her friend's breasts.

Sarah did not respond, but reached an arm out, blindly searching for the camera by touch. She found it and held it, capturing two pictures of Mandy face, her mouth wrapped around Sarah's nipple.

Mandy's lips continued their trek southward, eventually catching up to her fingers. She gently kissed Sarah's thighs, trying to remember how she had wound up in this situation.

Sarah tried to close her legs, but Mandy held them still, moving her face towards her friends shaved pussy. Mandy heard several more clicks of the camera before Sarah put it down.

"We really should stop," Sarah said meekly.

Disappointed, Mandy lifted her head. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah..."

Still burning with lust, Mandy pulled away from her friend and placed a hand between her own legs. "Wow," she said meekly, staring at her glistening fingers. I really wanted this. Sarah said nothing.

Frustrated and defeated, Mandy placed her head on her friend's chest. So Close. She sighed.

The girls did not move for several minutes, both trying to piece together what had just happened. Reality started setting in immediately for Mandy.

What have I done? She panicked. She had been fantasizing about something like this for weeks, but she wondered what this fantasy would cost her. She looked over her friend's naked breasts, rising and falling with each breath. Her small dark nipples were pointed towards the ceiling. I don't want this moment to end, Mandy thought as the girls cuddled. And I really don't want to think about when she sobers up.

She must have fallen asleep, because the next thing that Mandy remembered was being rolled over. According to the clock on the desk, it was 10:23pm.

She opened her eyes and watched Sarah getting dressed. What should I say? Nothing seemed appropriate, so instead she simply watched.

It was Sarah who finally spoke up as she buttoned her shirt. "That was..." She struggled to find the appropriate word. "Fun. Thanks again for doing this for me. The pictures, I mean."

"No problem. I'm sure that Eric will love them."

"Yeah." She paused. "I have a flash drive to upload them onto."

Mandy rose from the bed. She suddenly felt embarrassed by her nudity and grabbed her panties from the floor and her hoodie from the closet. She sat at the computer and uploaded the photos from camera to her computer.

"Do you want all of them?" She asked, plugging in the flash drive.

"Sure."

It only took a minute to copy the photos to the storage device. Once they were finished, Sarah moved to the door. She stumbled a little as she put on her shoes. The girls said their farewells, and soon, Mandy was alone again.

She looked over the full set of pictures again, still unconvinced that any of this was real. It was all just a dream, and soon I will wake up. If it was a dream, it was certainly one of the best ones that she had ever had. But even so, why did she feel like she had done something wrong? Is it because I've never been with a girl before, or is it because I tried to take advantage of my best friend?

After straightening out her roommate's sheets and taking a quick shower, Mandy returned to her room and got ready for bed. She was still horny, and the temptation to visit Andrew or open her curtains ate away at the back of her mind. However, sleep took hold of her before she was able to make a decision.

Her alarm woke her the next morning for the last day of this semester's classes. The first thing she did was check her computer to see if the evidence of her previous evening had disappeared during the night. It really did happen, she realized.

She went to her biology class as per usual and returned to her dorm for lunch. Mandy had completely forgotten about that evening's toga party until some of her friends brought it up. Apparently David and Jacob were now on the fence about it and were considering going.

This should be interesting.

She returned to her room before her afternoon chemistry class and quickly masturbated again to the previous evening's photos.

One thing was certain—for better or for worse, tonight would be interesting.

Her heart pounded after chemistry, when she found a text message from Sarah awaiting her.

"Hey. Wanna meet up at your place before the party?"

Mandy took a breath. "Yeah, come over whenever you want. I still need to figure out how to make a toga."

"Sure. I will put mine on there. Ashley too. Don't wanna walk across campus with it lol."

Apparently, we are just pretending that nothing happened last night. Whether that was a good thing or a bad thing, Mandy was not certain.

The rest of the afternoon passed uneventfully. With classes finished and exams over a week away, Mandy took the opportunity to go out and do some shopping.

After picking up some essentials, she took a walk through the mall. She did not have a pair of white strapless shoes that would go well with tonight's costume.

Finding a cheap pair that would do the trick, she got to thinking and wandered over to the lingerie shop down the hall.

"Hey," she texted Sarah, "do bra straps show in a toga? Do I need a strapless?" The only strapless bra that she currently owned was black and would almost certainly show through the bed sheet that she planned to wear.

"Yeah they show," her friend replied. "Im not wearing one."

"Really?"

"They almost always show on the sides the way I tie them. Easier to go without."

Mandy stopped to think for a while. "Alright, thanks."

Perusing the aisles for another couple of minutes, she decided to trust her friend. Instead, she decided to pick up a new pair of red panties to replace the ones that she had left in Andrew's room two weeks ago. They had been her favorite pair, both for their color and for the way that they accentuated the shape of her ass. She eventually found a red lace thong that pleased her, and she then made her way back to campus for dinner.




A Gift Amongst Friends Ch. 05



As expected, Katrina had ultimately decided to pass on the party. David and Jacob still expressed some interest in attending, but said that it would not be until later in the evening, if at all.

After dinner, Mandy did a load of laundry while she waited for her friends to arrive.

Ah, what the hell, she thought, as she folded her garments from the dryer. Alone in her room, she undressed from the waist down and changed into the newly bought thong. Still without pants, she grabbed her bed sheet and held it up in front of her waist.

She could just barely make out the red color through the sheet, but it was subtle. A couple of guys might notice, but that would be no big deal. Compared to the previous flashing and teasing that she had done, this would be considerably tame.

Soon after replacing her pants, Sarah texted to indicate that she and Ashley had arrived.

Mandy went downstairs to let them in, and the three girls returned to her room. It was only 7:30pm and they still had almost two hours before they planned to arrive at the party. Mandy had some vodka and juice in her fridge, and she started pouring drinks.

The girls groaned as Ashley pulled a bottle of tequila from her bag and announced that there would be shots before they went anywhere.

After two mixed drinks and two shots, a half hour of joking and teasing had passed, and the girls started undressing to change into their outfits.

Mandy and Ashley had each gone with thongs, whereas Sarah was wearing briefs, as per usual. Mandy had never seen Ashley topless before, and she tried not to stare. Her breasts were larger than Mandy's with large pale nipples.

No wonder she gets so many guys.

Her eyes moved cautiously to Sarah, and the girls exchanged a quick eye contact before each looked away. Mandy hoped that the awkwardness was merely her imagination. Still, she stole several more peeks at her topless friends before they grabbed their sheets and began draping them around their bodies.

Apparently, Mandy was the only one who had never worn a toga before, so she listened dully as her friends bickered over the best way to tie them. Sarah liked to leave a larger gap in the side of hers, below the shoulder, to show more skin, whereas Ashley liked to leave more slack in the knot over the shoulder to show off more cleavage.

"Sure," Sarah agreed, "that works well for you two because you actually have boobs. If I tie it like that and lean over, you will see everything down to my bellybutton!"

The girls all laughed, and Mandy watched her two friends tie their own sheets around one shoulder. She tried to compromise between the two different styles as best as she could, attempting to wrap the sheet four times before she was finally happy with the final product. She tied a knot over her left shoulder and adjusted the material in the mirror. The material hung around her knees, slightly higher than it did for her friends. This was not surprising, considering that she was much taller than both of them.

"How is this?" She asked.

"Looks good," Ashley responded. Sarah agreed.

Mandy watched Ashley reached up under her own sheet. Much to her surprise, Ashley's panties emerged around her ankles. She picked them up and stuffed them into her bag.

"It's more fun this way," she said with a smirk.

Mandy looked over at Sarah. "Are you...?"

Sarah shook her head. "Nah, I don't think so. I'm going to be drinking a lot, and that's not something I want to forget about."

"That's half the fun," Ashley responded.

Mandy decided to leave her underwear on, and the girls each poured another shot. Satisfied that their outfits were ready, the girls opened their dorm room and began socializing with other neighbors that were celebrating in the halls in their wing of the dorm. Each room had its own music playing, making the hallways a bewildering fusion of rock and dance music.

David stopped by briefly and shared a drink with the girls before disappearing to find Jacob and Mike.

Around 9:10pm, Andrew walked by and saw the girls sitting around Mandy's room. He popped his head in and said hello.

"Hey," Mandy responded coldly, trying to avoid eye contact. None of her friends knew about her visits to his room, and she desperately hoped that it would stay that way.

Despite her unsociable response, he stepped into the room and joined the girls for a moment. "What are you ladies up to this evening?"

"Heading over next door," Sarah answered, oblivious to the awkwardness in the room. "The guys are having a toga party."

"Oh, cool," Andrew responded. "Well, your outfits look great."

"Thanks!" Ashley shouted excitedly. "Hey, you want a shot?" She asked, holding out the tequila bottle.

Andrew laughed and paused. As far as Mandy could tell, he was a largely reclusive guy, and he seemed like a fish out of water around all of these drunken girls. "Maybe another time." There was an awkward pause. "Alright," he continued, "I guess I should get going. Nice to meet you girls." His eyes scanned the room before zeroing in on his neighbor. "See you around, Mandy."

Once they heard his door close down the hall, Ashley and Sarah burst out laughing. Eventually, Mandy joined in.

"That was weird," Sarah said.

You have no idea, Mandy thought. "Yeah."

"He seems cute," Ashley decided.

"He seems creepy," Sarah responded.

Mandy remained noticeably quiet, and the other girls let the topic go.

The girls each took one more shot for the road, and Ashley decided to finish off the bottle with one final shot. Throats still burning, they got up and gathered their things together. Her friends decided that they would simply leave their bags in Mandy's room and retrieve them another day.

Mandy did not realize how much she had drank until she stood up and tried to put her shoes on.

Her first steps were shaky, but Mandy found her footing midway to the elevator. By the time the doors closed, she was starting to feel clearer-headed.

The lights were already on in the courtyard between the dormitories. The air was cool, but the approach of summer was noticeable. Mandy ignored the cool breeze that blew at her bare legs, and in less than a minute, the girls had reached the entrance to the boys' dorm.

Sarah buzzed Eric's room, and soon he was at the door to let the girls in. To Mandy's surprise, he was still wearing a t-shirt and jeans.

After a brief greeting, they made their way upstairs. He looked at Mandy and smiled several times during their walk. She had nearly forgotten about the teasing pictures she had taken in front of the mirror. Oh god, Did Sarah actually show him those ones? What about the ones where I flashed the camera? Surely Sarah knew that those ones were just joking around.

"Aren't you getting changed into a toga?" Sarah asked Eric as they headed towards the common room on the sixth floor. Music blasted down the halls and could be heard halfway across the floor.

"Nah, I'm going to stay like this. Most of the guys aren't wearing them. It's mostly for the women. Don't worry, some guys are wearing them too, though."

To Eric's credit, over half of the crowd was wearing togas as the girls stepped into the large social room. Nearly all of the other women in the room were wrapped in white and colored sheets, whereas only one out of every three guys had donned the costume.

If she had been more sober, she might have felt embarrassed, but in her current state, Mandy pushed issue from her mind.

"Help yourself to the booze," Eric offered, gesturing towards a pair of folding tables in the corner, heavily stocked with an assortment of hard liquors. As another guest opened the fridge, Mandy saw that it too was fully loaded with beer, with two more cases sitting on the adjacent counter. "I'm getting a beer," he said, turning towards Sarah. "Want anything?"

"I'm good for now."

"Ah, come on," he insisted. "Don't tell me you're taking it easy tonight."

She laughed. "Alright, fine. Surprise me."

Eric looked at Mandy once again and smile before he turned and walked away.

"I'm going to get a rum and coke," Ashley announced excitedly.

"Can you get me one as well?" Mandy asked. "Please?"

Ashley nodded and bounced away gleefully.

Mandy stepped close to Sarah and hesitated. There isn't really any way to tiptoe around this, is there? "So...did Eric like the pictures?" She spoke in a hushed voice, drowned out by the loud music.

"Huh?"

"Did Eric like the pictures?" Slightly intoxicated, she had trouble gauging her own volume. She tried to choose her words carefully as she watched the crowd around her.

"Oh, yeah, of course he did!" Sarah laughed and stumbled slightly, steadying herself on Mandy's shoulder. "I sent them as soon as I got home."

"Oh, awesome..." Mandy trailed off. "So...which ones did you send him?"

Sarah looked confused by the question. "All of them. Why?"

"All of them?" Mandy asked, trying to mask her panic. Had she maybe misheard?

"Yeah, of course I sent them all. I looked them over at home, and they all looked great."

Mandy froze, wide-eyed. She didn't know what to say. "I...I...just didn't think you were going to send them all. Those last ones..."

"Sarah laughed and hushed her voice as much as she could over the noise around her. "Yeah, I wasn't sure about sending those ones at first, but when I told Eric about them, he made me. He wouldn't accept no for an answer."

"Oh..." Mandy could feel her face burning as she blushed. What did I expect? She asked herself. Did I forget why I was taking her pictures in the first place? She wanted sexy photos for Eric, and that's what I gave her. It had seemed so fun and harmless to flash the camera last night, but now that the adrenaline was gone, she was having second thoughts.

What could she say? The pictures were already sent, and it was her own fault for being so reckless at the time.

"Yeah, he loved them. He said that you should submit them to an art gallery or something," Sarah continued. She beamed with pride, obviously enjoying the compliment. "Well, the first few, that is...I don't want you showing off the naked ones."

Mandy forced a smile. This wasn't the end of the world. So what if another person had seen her nude? That's partly what she had wanted last night... And besides, she was glad that Sarah was so pleased with the photos. If Sarah gave her consent, Mandy would be happy to include a few of the more innocent shots from that set to her portfolio.

Before Mandy could ask any more questions, Eric returned with a beer and two glasses. Blushing, Mandy tried to avoid eye contact with him. However, he stared back at her in a way that made her both excited and uncomfortable.

"Here you go, ladies. I got Mandy a drink as well. The guys can't bear to see a girl empty handed at our parties."

The girls accepted their drinks. "What is it?" Mandy asked while Sarah was already taking a sip.

"It's a secret recipe," Eric replied with a smile. "It's strong," he continued when he saw the grimace on Sarah's face.

Mandy tried a sip. It was definitely strong. She could recognize the taste of vodka and a light citrus flavor, but the rest was a mystery to her. It wasn't bad. It might have been more difficult to drink if she hadn't just had tequila shots beforehand. After tequila, this seemed to go down smooth by comparison.

She thanked Eric, and the three of them walked around, chatting with Eric's friends. Some of the guys looked slightly familiar from Mandy's courses, but most she did not recognize. Even so, she felt like many of the eyes in the room were locked onto her and Sarah.

Is it just the alcohol...or do they know who I am?

They found Ashley in the hallway, already flirting with a pair of guys. When she saw the other girls approaching, she excitedly introduced them. "Oh, here they are! These are my friends, Sarah and Mandy. Mandy lives in the dorm next door." Ashley turned towards her friends. "This is Chris... and..." She trailed off, her speech slurred.

"Brian," one of the guys continued.

"And Brian! Of course!" She put her hand on his shoulder. "I remembered! I wouldn't forget a couple of cute guys like you."

The other guy—presumably Chris—gave Mandy a long look. "You live over next door? What floor are you on?"

Mandy paused. Oh shit. "Why?"

Before the guy could answer, Ashley interrupted. "She lives on the fifth floor."

Fuck! Ashley was completely oblivious to what she had done. Mandy tried to change the subject and asked the guys about what they were studying, but she did not pay attention to their responses. As soon as it seemed polite to do so, she excused herself from the conversation to find the washroom.

Locking the door behind her, she splashed a little cold water on her cheeks and examined herself in the mirror. She looked good in her toga, but it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra. With each movement, her breasts swung freely within the thin white sheet.

She leaned forward and noticed that the material hung loosely around her neck, falling away from her body and revealing an ample amount of cleavage.

How many guys out there have already seen me naked? She wondered. Apparently Eric had, and she was not sure how she felt about that. Several more had certainly seen her through the window, and with any luck, none of them recognized her now.

I should leave right now, she told herself. However, she knew that she would not do it. She had promised Sarah that she would come, and several drinks had numbed her embarrassment and replaced it with a sense of excitement. She knew the feeling all too well.

I don't know most of these guys, and I will never see most of them again. The school year was coming to an end, and there was no harm in spending an innocent night with the unaware audience of her exhibitionism. Several of these guys had probably masturbated to her open window on multiple occasions, and sent a tingle down Mandy's spine. Maybe it would be fun to hang around and try to guess which ones might recognize her...

With shaking hands, she untied the knot around her shoulder and added more slack to the material across her chest. After two failed attempts, she finally secured the knot and re-examined herself.

Leaning forward, the sheet fell much lower this time. In the mirror, she saw the reflection of her large breasts, hanging unobstructed. Much better, she decided. After finishing up in the washroom, she returned to the party and found her friends.

Just as Eric had described, Mandy never found herself empty handed, and throughout the evening, both strangers and new friends gladly offered her drinks. At one point throughout the evening, she stepped to the common room's window and peered outside. Apparently the building overlooked her own, and she tried to guess which of the dark windows were her own.

She found Jess' window, and inside she found her friend, lying in bed with a book. She was dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, but somehow Mandy felt like she was doing something wrong by secretly watching her friend from afar. Even so, she glanced several more times before walking away to socialize.

At first, she was a little put off by how aggressively the guys at the party flirted with her—she was used to more subtlety from the boys she had known growing up. However, after the volume of alcohol that she had consumed, she loved the attention.

She danced with a couple of different guys on the makeshift dance floor, allowing their arms around her waist, but playfully pushing them away if a hand strayed too low.

After a couple of hours of hanging out, Sarah and Eric disappeared.

Mandy sat on the floor against the wall with Ashley and some other people. There was one other toga-clad girl and several guys. She remembered Chris and Brian, but she did not catch the rest of their names. The room was a swell of noise and confusion as far as Mandy was concerned, and she struggled to focus on the ongoing conversation.

She looked around the room and everything seemed to be swaying. Fuck... I drank way too much. She leaned forward, looking for Sarah, then remembered her newly loosened toga. Blushing, she looked up to find several guys smiling down at her.

Mandy smiled back and tried to keep the walls from spinning.

"What about you?"

Huh?

"Sorry, I didn't catch your name."

"She's Mandy," Ashley's voice said loudly over the music.

The sound of her name brought her back to reality.

"What about you, Mandy?" The man across from her repeated. He had dark hair and was handsome.

"What about me?" Mandy asked with more slur in her speech than she intended.

"Have you ever kissed a girl before?"

"Hmm?" The question caught her off guard and she tried desperately to focus.

"You've kissed a girl before, right?" He was quite friendly and patiently repeated himself.

"Yeah... once..." She admitted openly, without hesitation.

Several of the guys voiced their approval and Mandy bit her lip, trying to hide her smile.

Ashley seemed genuinely shocked. "No way! Really? I would have never guessed that from you." She placed extra emphasis on the word "you."

"I think Ashley's jealous," Brian joked.

"Damn right I am," Ashley joked.

Before Mandy knew what was happening, Ashley was on top of her, pushing her down to the floor. It took several seconds for Mandy to recognize that they were kissing and Ashley's tongue was in her mouth. Everything was happening too fast.

She'll do anything to be the center of attention. Mandy knew that Ashley was just putting on a show for the guys, but that did not mean that she could not enjoy it.

There was an eruption of cheers from the guys, which only drew greater numbers to their audience.

Mandy started to panic and tried to push her attacker away. But Ashley was persistent, and soon the girls were wrestling on the floor with a circle of people around them. Mandy wanted to escape, but she could not help but giggle uncontrollably.

"Please!" She begged, but Ashley would not relent. Looking forward, she could see down her friend's toga at her large breasts swaying violently with each erratic motion. She could feel her own breasts moving between her loose toga and she feared that she might soon spill out in front of these guys if they did not stop. "Stop it!" She pleaded, but her drunken laughter undermined her attempt to be serious.

Desperate, she grabbed the hem of Ashley's toga and pulled it upward.

Ashley shrieked with laughter as her bare ass was presented to the enthusiastic crowd. She leapt aside, trying to cover herself. Mandy had completely forgotten that she wasn't wearing any underwear.

The two girls climbed to their feet, laughing wildly and rearranging their outfits.

Mandy blushed as the guys applauded their short show. She slipped away in search of Sarah.

She politely accepted another drink, but she sipped this one slowly, knowing that she was coming up on the end of the evening. She walked around, talking briefly to different people. Jacob and David had finally arrived, and she asked them if they had seen Sarah.

"No, but there's Eric over there," Jacob pointed.

Mandy stumbled over. "Hey Eric, have you seen Sarah?"

"Yeah, she's up in my room. She was pretty drunk and needed to lie down. I think she is out for the night."

"Oh, okay..."

"Those pictures you took were really great."

She froze. With all that she had drank, that had slipped her mind again. She did not know what to say. "Yeah... Sarah was a great model. It was all her idea."

"Yeah, you both did a great job. But she said that most of them were your idea."

Mandy turned a bright shade of red. "Well, I don't know about that..."




A Gift Amongst Friends Ch. 05



"And it was great that you got into them too."

Her face was burning and she said nothing.

"Has anyone else seen them?"

"No," she answered meekly.

He nodded approvingly.

Mandy was cut off before she could respond. She heard a cry behind her. Turning, she saw Ashley laughing and shouting something about payback.

Everything happened in an instant, and yet it seemed to pass in slow motion. Mandy watched herself, as though she was outside of her own body.

One moment, she was talking to Eric. The next moment, Ashley had a tight grip on her toga. The loose knot that she had drunkenly tied in the washroom slipped undone with no resistance. The material slipped carelessly from her shoulders and fell to a pile around her feet.

Mandy looked down at her bare breasts, still in shock. She looked down at the bright red lace of her newly purchased thong. She looked up at Eric's stunned face, his wide eyes locked onto her chest. She looked at the dozens of other people, standing around and staring at her.

She was a deer in the headlights, standing in front of a room of people in nothing about her flimsy panties. Her initial shock finally subsided, and she shrieked, throwing herself at the sheet on the floor. She grabbed it clung it to herself as the room exploded with excitement. There were cheers, cat calls, and demands for Mandy to seek revenge in kind.

She ignored them all and wrapped the sheet around her body the best that she could before bolting out of the common room towards the washroom.

The cheers followed her down the hall. From within the washroom, she could hear several of the guys waiting excitedly for her to come back out.

She could feel her heart beating through her chest, and she took deep breaths. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she slowly unwrapped the sheet from her body.

She felt light headed as she looked at her almost-naked figure. This is what they saw. Her large breasts hung completely exposed, and the small patch of red lace over her pussy did not leave much to the imagination. Turning her body, her round ass cheeks were easily visible, separated only by the thin red string of her thong.

She did not know what to do. What could she do? They had already seen her, and nothing could change that. She tried to think straight, but she could not move beyond the image of all those eyes on her body. It was burned into her brain.

It was the same feeling that she had felt when she had exposed herself before...

She dipped a hand into the waistband of her panties. When it emerged, her fingers were wet.

Her mind was flooded with emotions. She wanted to run away and never look back. She wanted to get back at Ashley, knowing that her friend was completely naked under her sheet. She wanted to return to the common room and get fucked by every guy in there, like the whore that she was.

One clear thought emerged through the noise in her head. I need to get out of here.

She secured her toga, this time making sure to tie the knot tightly. Taking a deep breath, she unlocked and opened the door.

Three guys stood to greet her. Two of them were unfamiliar, and the third she had seen before in her psychology course. They received her eagerly, inviting her to join them back in the common room. The one that she recognized invited her back to his room.

"Thanks guys, but I should really get going." She tried to appear steady and in control, but despite her best efforts, she stumbled head first into the chest of one of the strangers. He gladly caught her and helped her recover her balance. "Thanks..." She blinked several times, trying to regain control.

In her moment of hesitation, several hands found their way to her body. One began cupping at her breast through her garment, while another began to trail its way up her leg, past her knee, and below her sheet.

No, don't do this. She fought her body's desires and pushed the boys' hands away. "Sorry guys, I need to go. Maybe another time."

The boys groaned and pleaded for her to stay, but she pressed on down the hall, using the wall to support her unsteady steps.

On her way to the elevator, she found David and Jacob in the hall. They gave her a concerned look.

"What happened? Where did you go?" Jacob asked.

"You didn't see?" She responded.

He shook his head.

"Ashley...she..." Mandy trailed off. "Never mind. It doesn't matter. It's kind of embarrassing. I'm going home now. Can you guys walk me to the door? I don't really trust these guys..." She looked towards the crowd that had followed her. She could not be sure that they would not follow her once she left the party, or what they would do if they did.

...Or what she would do.

"Yeah! Of course!" David said with a smile.

"Sure, we were thinking of leaving anyway," Jacob agreed. "We really just came because we said we would. This isn't really our thing."

Mandy poked her head into the common room one last time before leaving to see where Ashley had gone. She saw her friend on one of the sofas in the corner, making out with one of the guys she had met that night. Chris? Or was it Brian? It did not matter. One of his hands had disappeared into Ashley's toga and it was obvious that she was not leaving any time soon.

As Mandy was turning to go, she head Eric's voice.

"Mandy!" She turned and he looked at her with a huge smile. "You're going? That's too bad. I think you just became the most popular girl here." He laughed.

"I can't believe she did that," Mandy responded, unsure how to react. "Anyway, I have to go."

"Alright," he continued. "Well, thanks for coming! And thanks again for taking those pictures. They were hot. I will have to talk Sarah into doing some more."

Mandy smirked. Would that be a good thing or a bad thing, she wondered, recalling the events of the previous evening. "I don't know. We'll see.

They said their goodbyes, and Mandy, David, and Jacob left the party for the quiet reprieve of the elevator. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the wall to counteract the motion's effect on her balance.

As they began their descent, Jacob broke the silence first.

"So what did Ashley do? Some of the guys said that you were naked."

"No... just, never mind." She answered firmly. "It doesn't matter. I wasn't naked" They didn't see it. That is one relief.

This time it was David who spoke up. "What did Eric mean about the pictures?"

Mandy froze. Of all people, she did not want to talk to David about these pictures. She still got horny every time she thought about the game that she had played with him, and she could not get pulled back into it. It was particularly important to choose her words carefully with Jacob there. Her mind faltered. "Hmm?"

"He said you had taken some hot pictures?"

What do I say? I certainly can't tell them the whole truth. She bit her lip. "Sarah wanted to model some photos for him. She asked me to take them." She wanted to leave it at that, but he kept pushing the issue.

"Oh awesome. I didn't know that Sarah did modeling. How did they turn out?"

"Great. I might add some to my portfolio." Please let it go.

"Cool. Can we see them?" He asked the question so quickly and so directly that it caught her off guard.

"What? No, of course not. They were private shots for Eric. I can't show them to you." She was surprised that he had been so bold as to ask.

He looked confused. "But you said you were going to add them to your portfolio. They can't be that private."

She tried to think before she spoke. "Well, I might add some." She emphasized the last word. "The first ones are pretty innocent. Just normal modeling..."

"...And the other ones?" Jacob asked, his interest evidently piqued.

Mandy stopped to think again. "Just some more personal pics. Nothing dirty," she lied.

The elevator reached the ground floor and the three friends stepped outside, beginning their short trek across the courtyard.

"Well," David offered, "then just show us the portfolio ones."

"Hmm." Mandy did not know what to do. Sarah had practically given her permission to show off a few of the innocent shots. It did not really make sense to deny their own friends something that she would probably post online eventually. However, something about it felt wrong.

Mandy stumbled again. Fortunately, Jacob caught her before she hit the pavement.

"And besides," David persuaded, "it looks like you need help getting back to your room anyway. You can just show us quickly and it will only take a second."

"Fine, but you are only seeing the first two or three. I still haven't talked to her to see which ones she likes."

"Deal."

They entered the coed dorm and rode the elevator to the fifth floor. It was almost 1:00am, and the hallways were silent as they made their way towards Mandy's room. Several times she grabbed one of her friends' arms to steady herself.

Finally, she opened her door and dropped herself into her chair, glad to be back in her own personal space. Her friends were frequent visitors, and they quickly made themselves at home, searching her fridge for drinks. They found a bottle of vodka and mixed themselves a drink.

"Oh sure, just help yourselves," she joked tiredly. She knew the routine. Her friends helped themselves to her alcohol, and she did the same at their places.

She closed her eyes, but she could still feel everything moving around her. I am going to sleep away half of tomorrow, she decided.

"It's warm in here," Jacob said, walking around the room aimlessly. He stepped over to the window and threw open the curtain in order to slip the window open an inch.

Sitting next to the window, the air felt nice, and Mandy allowed her head to tilt back in her seat. She turned to look outside.

Not many of the rooms were lit up at the boys' dorm, but she could clearly see the ongoing party in the common room where she had just been. Her eyes could not focus on the silhouettes within. However, if anyone was currently looking in her direction, there could be no doubt about who she was, as she was still dressed in her party attire. Pretty much any guy at that party would recognize her now.

Her mind wandered back what had just happened in that room...the eyes that had seen her...the fear that she had felt. Her exhibitionism had almost always been distant, separate from her voyeurs in some way. This was the first time that she had felt genuinely vulnerable and afraid for her safety.

That should have taught her a lesson. It should have showed her the slippery slope that she was on. Instead, it left her wanting more. Deep down, she knew that she should close the curtain, as she should have so many times before. Instead, she turned back towards her computer.

"For now, don't tell Sarah that I showed these to you," Mandy instructed as she searched through her files. "Just in case she changed her mind."

"Sure, of course," Jacob responded. "So what are the ones that you're holding back?"

Mandy was starting to regret telling them so much. "Nothing. Just some private photos for Eric."

"Did she get naked?" The guys were standing behind her now, and she had questions coming from both directions.

She paused, and she feared that her hesitation may have inadvertently answered his question. "No... nothing like that."

They eased off the questions, but she suspected that they had seen through her lie. She kept her eyes forward, not daring to look at either of them directly.

Her mouse pointer rested next to the folder containing the pictures in question. She had hidden them in the same directory that contained her own private photos from last month. The two folders sat side by side, a growing testament to Mandy's secret life.

"Okay guys," she said, "turn around for a second. The thumbnail images might show something I'm not supposed to."

There were several groans and sighs from behind her. She looked back, and they reluctantly turned their heads away. Looking back at the computer, she double clicked on the folder.

Inside, dozens of image files awaited her. Within a second, the thumbnail images loaded and she could see miniscule images of Sarah. They were difficult to see at this size. However, one thing was certain: as the pictures, progressed, there was definitely more skin to be seen in the images.

Mandy's heart sped up. I shouldn't have opened this with them in the room. I should have moved a few safe pictures into a separate folder.

Ignoring her nagging thoughts, she quickly opened the first image. It was a photo of Sarah leaning back on the bed, wearing her yellow button-up shirt and a pair of denim cut-off shorts. This one was certainly safe. Mandy knew that there were at least a dozen relatively safe pictures.

"Okay, guys..."

She looked back and saw that they were already looking intently at the screen.

"Oh, cool," David said, rather unenthusiastically. Mandy suspected that they were hoping for something more.

Pausing for each one, Mandy moved through the next couple of pictures. They were all shots of Sarah in similar poses. They were cute, but not overtly sexual. Even so, there was always a subtle hint of something more in her eyes that still gave Mandy chills.

It was obvious in the next one that something was different. The top two buttons were unfastened in Sarah's shirt, and the guys obviously took notice.

Several similar pictures followed, including Sarah lying down on the bed, giving a slightly more suggestive angle towards her open shirt. Still, nothing vulgar, and certainly less than the guys would see if Sarah was wearing one of her many low cut tops.

Mandy paused at the next photo. Several more buttons were undone, and this was the first picture where she could see a small sliver of Sarah's white bra.

"Nice!" Jacob exclaimed excitedly. David agreed.

"I should probably stop here..." Mandy said. From the lack of confidence in her voice, it sounded more like an idea than a decision. The guys pounced on her uncertainty.

"Nah, it's fine. This is nothing," David assured her. "This is much, much less than we would even see at the beach. The way that you built it up, I thought the pictures got way riskier than that."

If only you knew. "Yeah," she conceded. "I guess I can show a couple more."

The guys looked at each other and smiled.

With alcohol clouding her judgment, she clicked through more shots. Picture after picture showed Sarah's shirt opening ever more, showing more of the white lace bra beneath. For a short time, Mandy almost forgot that the guys were there. Her mind was absorbed in the shots, on Sarah's body. Each picture brought her closer to the beautiful treasure beneath those clothes.

Mandy shook herself back to reality. On the screen before her, Sarah had removed her shirt entirely and was standing in her bra and shorts. Oh god! I shouldn't have gone this far.

She turned to face the guys, but they were glued to the monitor.

"Okay guys, that's all I can show you.

"Aww, come on," David protested. "They're really good! Just a couple more."

"I can't..." Mandy bit her lip.

"Please?" He continued. "We won't tell."

"I... I don't know..." She slowly weakened in the pressure of her mixed desires. The boys were not the only ones getting turned on. "Maybe one more."

One more turned into two more and so on, until they reached the picture of Sarah bent at the waist, offering a partial view inside the cup of her bra. What am I doing? Mandy felt a pang of guilt, but she could not help herself. The image lingered on the screen for a long time. She could not bring herself to close it, nor could she move on to the next shot. This was wrong.

The next shot appeared, similar to the last. Stop, Mandy begged herself.

On the screen, in slow motion, Sarah turned her back to the camera and unfastened her bra.

Mandy tried to stop, but the show continued.

The bra dropped, and in the mirror, Sarah's small tits appeared.

What have I done? Mandy tried to pull her hand away from the mouse, but her body would not respond. She was glued in place.

Pictures moved more quickly on the screen. Sarah was topless now, and they had reached the point where Mandy had begun participating as well. In the mirror, she had removed her shirt and was standing in her bra, her face still obscured by the camera. Sarah's shorts were gone now, and she was in nothing but her panties.

Mandy shook in her chair. She was horny, but she did not understand what was coming over her. She was long past the point of return, and she should not be showing any of these pictures. This was a huge mistake.

She looked at her hand, and her heart skipped a beat. David's hand was over her own, holding it in place. His index finger was placed over her own, and he continued clicking through the images. How long has he...

On the monitor, the girls continued to undress, and the guys let out a small cheer when Mandy's breasts appeared on the screen.

She turned her head and looked at David, then at Jacob. Neither of the guys acknowledged her glance. I should stop this. He shouldn't be doing this. I have to stop this. She was betraying her best friend's trust. She was allowing herself to be degraded. And she knew that the pictures only got worse from here. Still, she sat quietly and watched everything unfold before her.

These were the pictures that Sarah had taken of the two girls at the desk. They were close up shots of the two topless girls, both separate and together.

Mandy felt her stomach sinking as a hand slowly crawled its way to her large breasts. In her mind, she begged for it to stop, but she remained fixed on the monitor. Perhaps she could ignore it, pretend that she had not noticed it. In her intoxicated state, she feared she was helpless to escape the situation.

Interpreting her inaction as consent, the hand pulled Mandy back in her chair, slipping below the folds of her toga and grabbing at the warm flesh beneath.

Mandy took in a sharp breath, but otherwise she remained motionless. She closed her eyes as a second hand found its way under her clothing. She wondered if maybe she had passed out long ago and all of this was a dream. It was the only explanation that her mind would allow.

"Oh shit, Mandy..." a male voice rang through her head.

She opened her eyes again, groggy. On the screen before her, she saw her own image, nude. Here it comes, Mandy thought, unable to stop it.

They were coming up on the last photos. The hands on Mandy's breasts were getting bolder, grabbing more roughly and playing with her hardening nipples. She was putty, ready to be molded to their wishes...and the boys knew it.

Soon, the moment of dread arrived, and Mandy stared at the images of herself, sucking on her best friend's breasts, finger inside of her best friend's moist cunt. In her chair, Mandy meekly looked back at the guys.

It felt surreal as Jacob lifted her gently out of her chair. He guided her to the dresser and turned her towards the mirror. "I had no idea she was so much fun," he said to David. He spoke as though she was not even there. Lifting her toga to her waist, he cupped her panty clad crotch in his hand. She squirmed beneath his fingers, but otherwise she offered no resistance.

"You should see the other pictures that she gave me a few weeks ago," David responded, taking a seat in Mandy's vacant chair.

Mandy wanted to disappear as her secret was revealed. She wanted to yell at them to leave her room. However, she knew that they were not done with her, and more than anything, she trembled with excitement at the thought of what might happen. She was drunk, afraid, and horny.

"Seriously?!" Jacob asked, amazed. "Do you have them?"




A Gift Amongst Friends Ch. 05



"Not with me. They're on my computer."

I guess he didn't delete them after all. And why should he? He already knows that I'm a slut...

"Aww man, you will have to show them to me later."

"Sure. Actually..." David paused. "She might have those pictures on here too." He looked at Mandy, awaiting a response. She merely nodded, keeping her eyes on the floor. It did not take him long to find the pictures in the next folder.

Soon, the two guys were ogling Mandy's other photographs, leaving the final image on the monitor. It depicted Mandy sucking on her own fingers after fingering herself to an intense orgasm. "This one is my favorite," David announced proudly.

Mandy looked into her own eyes on the screen. The real me. Now they know, and my secret is out.

She felt the knot around her shoulder go loose as Jacob untied it, and for the second time that evening, her toga dropped to the floor around her feet. The boys stared at her body without reservation.

She looked out the open window towards the boys' dorm. She knew that they could see what was happening if they bothered to look, but it did not seem to matter anymore. She was defeated. Her spirit was broken, and in her mind, she this was exactly what she deserved.

"Come on, man," Jacob insisted. "Aren't you doing this?"

"Yeah, just a second." David turned back towards the computer.

Mandy was guided down to the floor. She needed no further instructions. On her knees, she obediently waited. Jacob did not need any more incentive. He quickly unzipped his pants and pulled out his hardening manhood, and Mandy opened her mouth.

They're making me do this, she told herself, trying to maintain a semblance of pride. I don't have a choice. She repeated the last line over and over again as she hungrily sucked down her friend's cock.

She looked over at David, who was still seated at her computer. On the screen before him, Mandy could see her email application open. He's sending himself the pictures. She tried to pull herself away to say something, but a pair of hands on the back of her head kept her mouth occupied.

Her head bobbed freely. She felt like such an object.

"There," David exclaimed, rising from the seat. "I sent them to you, me, and Mike."

Mike?! Mandy thought. This was starting to get way out of hand.

The two guys pulled her to her feet so that she stood in the center of the room. She squinted as she peered across the courtyard. There were several figures in the far window now, but she could not be certain if anyone was watching. She felt her thong being pulled down as she stared at the neighboring building.

Naked, she stood patiently as her two male friends explored her body with their hands. A hand pushed her to the bed. She crawled on her hands and knees as the guys encircled her. A hand gently took hold of her chin and guided her into place.

Turning her head, she found David's erect cock waiting for her. It was not quite as large as Jacob's, but she gladly accept it without second thoughts. Behind her, she could feel her hips being pulled into position. Her legs were separated and she gasped as a hand stroked her wide open pussy.

"Oh man," Jacob said, excitedly. "She is so fucking wet. She's loving this."

She let out a soft moan in response. There was no point hiding it anymore. She was horny and wanted to get fucked.

She quickly got her wish as she felt something warm pressing against her moist opening. With a single thrust, Jacob was deep inside of her. A muffled cry slipped out around the dick in her mouth. The guys took no time building a rhythmic momentum.

She was no longer herself; she was an object for them to use however they wanted. David's hands forced her head deeper with each push. Her body bounced back and forth between these two sexually charged men. She felt like she was being squished between their bodies, but she did not fight it. She bucked her hips back in tempo with their movement, allowing Jacob deeper entry into her tight pussy.

His hands squeezed her butt cheeks roughly. Under any other circumstances, she might have found it painful, but now it sent her into a frenzy.

Several times, she tried to turn her head to look towards the window, but David had a handful of her hair, holding her firmly in place, refusing to release her. Even if she wanted to, she was helpless to stop them at this point. I don't want to stop.

The alcohol was a double edged sword, dulling her physical senses, but also allowing her to disconnect action from consequence. Without inhibition, she relished in her sexuality and her ability to incite lust from her male friends. She was a slut, and her absolute submission allowed her to temporarily escape her own responsibility, heightening the experience.

The sensation of her young body getting fucked from both ends was like nothing she had ever felt before. Mandy had fantasized about having sex with multiple guys at once, but she never thought that it would happen. If anything, she had assumed that a threesome with a man and another woman would be more likely.

Both of these friends had shown an interest in Mandy in the relatively short time that she had known them, and she had repeatedly spurned their advances. Now, she gave them full access to her body, giving them exactly what they had wanted.

Only a couple of months ago, she had been a sweet, innocent girl, only mildly interest in sex. Weeks ago, exhibitionism had been enough to keep her sexually charged. Now, she wanted to be owned, dominated. How did I become like this?

Mandy panted heavily as Jacob fucked her pussy without remorse .She had been with a few guys in the past, but never had anyone been this forceful with her body. She nearly lost her balance several times, falling forward, forcing David deeper into her throat and causing her to gag.

This experience continued for several minutes. Her muffled moans betrayed her lust as her body soaked in a plethora of sensual overload.

Without warning, her mouth was flooded with warm semen. It splashed the back of her throat, causing her to cough. However, the hands on the back of her head held her steady, leaving her no choice but to swallow the intruding substance as best as she could. The remainder dribbled down her chin.

With one last deep thrust and a grunt, David finished shooting his load, and retreated himself from her dripping lips.

"Fuck man, that was good," he muttered, leaving the bed and fastening his belt.

Jacob turned Mandy over so that she rested on her back.

She could not bear to look him in the eyes, so she tilted her head back, leaving her staring out the window. Jacob spread her legs and continued where he had left off, plunging into her. As she tried to focus on the boy's dorm, the image shook violently with each thrust.

She was not sure that she could take much more. "Mmmm...harder..." She had almost forgotten that she had a voice. She repeated the word. "Harder!"

Her knuckles turned white as she clenched the bed sheets for dear life. She could feel her breasts swaying rhythmically, and the bed banged loudly against the wall of her small dorm room.

"Fuck me harder!" She screamed, crying with ecstasy when Jacob took hold of her hips and pulled her weight back into him. She turned her head and tried to hide her face in the adjacent pillow. The soft surface did little to muffle her screams as she came.

Her body shook and her pussy tightened around Jacob's cock. On cue, she felt him erupt inside of her womb. She slowly worked her body back and forth, milking him until the very last drop.

As Jacob pulled himself from her wet opening, she thought that she might faint. With great effort, she was able to roll over and raise herself to a kneeling position.

Completely spent, she struggled to support her own weight. Looking down, she saw that her pillow was a mess of saliva and whatever remains of David's cum had remained on face. Still naked, she fell back onto the bed and curled up in a ball with her back towards her friends and the window.

She did not recall falling asleep, but all night, she dreamt of getting fucked over and over again. When she woke, it was morning. She was surprised to find that things were exactly as she had left them—she was naked on top of her sheets, her bedroom light was on, her curtains were open, and...

Her head did a double take. The door isn't even locked. David and Jacob had apparently disappeared when they were finished without thinking of it.

So anyone could have come in here last night while I was passed out. That was a terrifying thought, even for Mandy. However, she knew that it was extremely unlikely. She tried to push the idea from her mind.

Instead, she focused on what she could remember. If her scattered memories left any doubt about last night's events, her nudity and the soreness between her legs confirmed what she already knew. The fucking that she recalled was far too vivid in her mind to have been imagined.

After everything that had happened, she wondered what was in store for her. Lying in bed, staring at the sun's rays creeping against the far wall, she figured that her days of playing innocent were probably at an end. Nothing will be the same now, she knew. Everyone will know who I really am.

She thought about this as the sunlight slowly crawled across her room. Suddenly, she heard the sound of someone outside of her door. A hand instinctively shot to her sheets, ready to cover herself, but she paused. With only a moment until the door opened, her mind was overwhelmed with conflicting reactions. Her body was in a state of fight or flight.

There was no more time to think about this. The door handle began to turn.

Hand shaking, Mandy released the sheet and closed her eyes. Naked, sprawled across the top of her sheets, she was asleep. Nothing will be the same now.



A Gift Amongst Friends Ch. 06



This story directly continues after the events of the fifth chapter and will make numerous references to previous events in this series. Although I hope each chapter is able to stand up as an enjoyable tale on its own, I strongly recommend starting at the beginning if you haven't already done so. It will just make so much more sense that way. ********** 

The door handle began to turn. 

Hand shaking, Mandy released the blanket and closed her eyes. Naked, sprawled across the top of her sheets, she pretended to sleep. Nothing will be the same now, she thought. 

She tried to lay motionless as the door opened, but it was difficult to fight her body's instinctive urge to hide itself. Terror filled her mind as she heard the door creak softly and felt the presence of another in the room. There was an immediate silence as the intruder evidently spotted her. 

"Oh fuck..." She heard Megan whisper by the door at the foot of the bed. 

Mandy felt relieved to know that it was just her roommate coming home. Her newly discovered attraction towards women had begun with feelings towards Megan. The thought of now exposing herself to her roommate got her heart racing. 

Is she still looking? Mandy wondered. I wonder if she likes what she sees, and— 

"Oh shit!" exclaimed another hushed female voice, surprising Mandy. "Looks like your roommate had a wild night." 

Mandy wanted desperately to open her eyes, but she could not. 

After a brief panic, she recognized the voice as Kelly. Kelly was one of Megan's close friends that lived in the same dormitory. Mandy did not know her very well, but they saw each other frequently in the hallways and in the meal hall. 

"Yeah," Megan responded, "I don't think I even want to know. I'm just going to grab my books and then we can get going." 

For a short time, the only sound was Megan moving around the room. Mandy tried to mask her anxiety, not knowing what was happening around her. 

"You know," Kelly began, "she has a pretty nice looking pussy." 

Mandy feared that she may have flinched at the comment. I had no idea Kelly was a lesbian. In retrospect, it was not that surprising. Although she had a small frame and a cute face, Kelly's short hair and boyish personality should have been a dead giveaway. All Mandy could do was try not to blush as this girl examined her naked body like a piece of meat. She was on her side, and without looking, it was hard to tell just how much of her shaven womanhood might be showing. 

"Oh god," Megan laughed quietly. "You pervert. I guess I wouldn't know." 

"Well, she does. Looks like I will have to get to know your roommate a little better." 

"Good luck with that. I don't think she's into girls." 

"We'll see," Kelly answered confidently. "What's her name, again? Amanda?" 

"Mandy." 

"Right, Mandy..." Kelly repeated. 

Mandy listened to the girls moving around the room. Megan seemed to be taking forever to gather her things, and Mandy could not tell where Kelly was. Finally, she heard the door open and close again. Soon after, she heard the sound of keys and the click of the door locking. 

Carefully, she opened one eye. With the coast clear, she slowly got up. 

It seemed like she should have been embarrassed to be exposed like that to Megan and a girl that she hardly knew. However, after everything that she had done over the past month, embarrassment and shame hardly registered in her mind. If anything, they had become triggers for her arousal. 

Wrapping herself in a towel, she headed down the hall towards the showers. She had long passed the point of caring who saw her so modestly dressed in the hallways. Modesty was a distant friend from a past life, long forgotten. 

As she washed away the events of last night, she thought about what Kelly had said. 

To her knowledge, Mandy had never been lusted after by another woman before. And while Kelly was not exactly the type of girl that Mandy had been daydreaming about, it turned Mandy on for another woman to talk about her so crudely. 

She looked at me like an object...just like the guys do. 

The more that Mandy thought about it, the cuter that Kelly seemed. Her short blonde hair barely reached below her ears on the sides, but her long pointed bangs were dyed a deep shade of blue and hung down alongside her right eye. She had a small frame, but she was athletic—rumor had it that she regularly attended kickboxing. Although Mandy had often found her masculine temperament off-putting, in this new context it seemed almost sexy. 

Up until now, Mandy had almost exclusively fantasized about her close friends, Megan and Sarah. However, when it came down to it, any woman could fulfil her bisexual curiosity. Wouldn't it make more sense to experiment with an actual lesbian? 

Mandy dried off and returned to her room. After getting dressed, she started her computer and found her image folder still open from the previous evening. In another window, she found her email application. 

Message Sent, she read the words displayed across the screen. Sure enough, David, Jacob, and Mike were all listed as recipients. So he really did send those pictures. After some hesitation, her finger finally clicked on the message in her outbox. 

The message inside was brief, but it froze Mandy to her core. "Hey mike this is david. take a look at these pics! mandy and sarah naked. Im serious. Jake and I are with mandy now. she fuckin wants it man. text you later." 

Shaking, she closed the browser and turned off her computer. Part of her wanted to avoid the guys as much as possible. There were only another couple of weeks until exams were done and she would be going home for the summer. It would be easy enough to avoid David, but Jacob and Mike live in the same building. It would be harder to avoid them...if only it was that simple. 

Things had gotten out of hand last night, even for her, and she was afraid of how quickly this would spread through her circle of friends. This was a fire that needed to be extinguished before it escalated. 

Furthermore, this was not just about Mandy anymore. The events of last night were still hazy, but one thing was clear: the guys had acquired the private photos that she had taken for Sarah...the photos that showed both girls in a very exposed and very compromising position. Mandy felt guilty for the betrayal of her best friend, but she also felt a nervous excitement. She tried to examine the situation objectively, trying to push emotions from her mind. 

I can't let her get dragged into this, Mandy knew. At the very least, she needed to ensure that the Sarah was left out of this. This had all been a big mistake, and the guys needed to delete those pictures before somebody else saw them. 

But Mandy was afraid to make the first contact. After how easily she had put out last night, the boys might expect for her to be a different person now. She had accidentally shown them another side of herself, and she was not sure what would come of it. 

It took some time before she worked up the courage to send Jacob and David each a text. She copied and pasted the same message to each guy. 

"Hey...last nite was kinda crazy. i was really drunk. can we please pretend nothing happened? and I seriously need u to delete sarahs pics please? u shouldnt have copied those. thanks!" 

She tried to keep the email polite, but made it clear that the guys needed to delete any pictures of Sarah. It could not be interpreted as a joke, and she could not appear weak. 

For Mike, she sent a much simpler message. "The guys stole those pics without permission and sent them to u. I seriously need u to delete them. thanks." 

Several minutes passed before she received her first response from Jacob. "Don't worry, we won't show them to anyone ;)" 

Mandy paused. That's not good enough, she thought. Maybe if they were only pictures of herself, but that was not the case. She typed back frantically. 

"Seriously. I need u to delete them." 

A long pause followed before her phone chimed. 

"Do I get anything in return if I do?" 

Shit. This was not going well. It was clear that she would not win this easily. 

"Fine u can keep the pics of just me. delete the ones with sarah" she conceded. 

Fuck, I'm already giving them ground. So much for not showing weakness. 

"Anything else?" 

Mandy was fuming. She could not believe that her own friend was doing this to her. What should I expect though? Last night, she had been putty in his and David's hands, doing whatever they wanted. Of course they would expect no less from her now. 

This is all my fault. She should never have let things get so out hand. Up until now, she had always convinced herself that despite all of her slip ups, she was still ultimately the one in control of what was happening. Now, she was starting to wonder if that was still the case, or if it had ever been the case. Should she bite the bullet for her friend and allow herself to be used like this? 

Shamefully, the prospect was not without its own thrill. However, Mandy felt like her head was spinning and she could no longer tell right from wrong. 

"Let me think about it," she finally answered. 

"Ok" 

She put the phone down and exhaled. She needed to put some time between herself and last night before she could think about it clearly. For the time being, she trusted the guys to keep the secret to themselves. She did not immediately hear back from either David or Mike, but she knew without doubt that the boys were communicating with each other. Buying time with one of them would equate to buying time with the others. 

At least, I hope so... 

With classes finished, there was little to do until exams begun. Mandy spent most of the afternoon in her dorm room. Her goal was to study and catch up on material that she had fallen behind on. However, she could not seem to focus, and instead she regularly found herself watching television to keep her mind occupied. 

Around 3:00pm, she received a text from Sarah, asking what she was doing tonight. 

"Not much," Mandy responded. "Probably studying. u?" 

"I dunno... might go out with eric and sum of the guys. u should come." 

That did not sound like a good idea to Mandy after everything that had happened at last night's toga party. "I dunno sarah... I dont think i should go out again tonite. still recovering from last nite." 

No need to go into details, Mandy thought. Sarah had not been around for Mandy's most humiliating moments, and she was not sure if her friend had heard any stories. 

"I wont be there late. its supposed to be more chill than lasnite. theyre heading to the piper" 

Mandy bit her lip. This seemed like a really terrible idea, but that was part of the allure. The Shady Piper was a pretty relaxed bar, dark, and usually had a live band on the weekends—an easy place to go relatively unnoticed. However, she had accidentally flashed a large number of guys at the party last night, and it was unlikely that any of them had forgotten her. "I dont think so..." she texted. 

"Please." 

Mandy felt a pang of guilt as she remembered betraying her best friend's trust with the photos. Even though Sarah was unaware of it, Mandy felt like she owed her big time. 

It is a public place after all... it should be pretty safe. 

"Maybe," she responded. "Yah, ok." She immediately wished that she had stopped to give it more thought. 

"Ok," Sarah answered. Something seemed unusual to Mandy. Her best friend did not seem like her usual boisterous self. Maybe she is just busy...or hung over. 

"Are you coming here first?" Mandy asked. 

"I don't think so. i think im going earlier with Eric." 

Great, Mandy thought. I get to awkwardly go over there myself. 

Feeling desperate, Mandy knocked on Jess' door to see if she wanted to go with her to the Piper later. Much to Mandy's surprise, Jess informed her that she already had plans—a date. 

Defeated, Mandy returned to her studies and an uneventful afternoon. When dinner came, she decided to avoid her male friends by eating at the meal hall across campus. It was a short-term tactic, but for now, she had enough to think about. 

After dinner, Mandy spent an unusually large amount of time deciding what to wear. She could not wear anything too revealing after the show that she had already given, else the guys would assume she was a slut. How ironic, if after all of the games I've played this month, last night's accidental exposure is what gets me labeled as a slut. 

However, try as she might, she could not convince herself to wear anything too conservative for an evening at the bar. It would just seem too unusual, she told herself. Better to act as if nothing happened. 

After scrutinizing everything in her closet and checking twice to confirm that her curtains were securely shut, she settled on a purple tank top and a pair of black Lycra leggings. She chose a matching black bra and thong, the latter of which had a pair of red lips printed across the crotch—a previously innocuous image that had recently taken a devilish turn since Mandy's newfound interest in women. 

Staring at herself in the mirror, she loved the way that the spandex material showcased her butt. The choice of a thong also minimized the appearance of panty lines. However, she hesitated as she looked at her bare shoulders. 

Self-consciousness got the better of her, and she grabbed her hoodie to wear over her top. She rationalized that she could always take it off later if she felt warm or overdressed. 

It was almost 9:30pm by the time that Mandy exited the cab and stepped into The Shady Piper. As expected, there was a band on the small stage near the entrance playing an acoustic set. The tables were largely full of college students, talking over the background music as Mandy waded through the crowd, searching for her friend. 

In the far corner, a hand shot up that caught her eye. Looking down, she saw Sarah, waving her down from a booth against the wall. Seated next to her was Eric, and they seemed to be surrounded by a bunch of figures that Mandy did not recognize from a distance. As she came closer, she found that the group had pushed three tables together, and there were currently eleven of them crowded around the four empty pitchers on the center of the tables. 

Aside from Sarah, there were two other unfamiliar young women. One gave Mandy a long look as she approached the table before returning to her conversation. Of the eight guys, Mandy recognized a few other than Eric. She vaguely remembered Chris and Brian from the party, along with a couple of other familiar faces. 

Each guy she recognized filled her with a sense of dread, as she could not recall who had seen her toga fall last night. Except for Eric. Eric had definitely seen her in nothing but her panties last night, and now he was the first after Sarah to recognize and greet Mandy enthusiastically. Others turned in their chairs to look up at her and followed suit. 

I don't know if they remember me or if they are just happy to have another girl at the table, she thought, pulling a chair up to the far corner. 

She and Eric exchanged eye contact for several seconds, and Mandy immediately suspected that this was a bad idea. He had seen much more than just her drunken incident last night. Sarah had given him the whole set of photos that the two girls had taken together, and those were far more embarrassing than a brief flash of her tits. 

Even so, she sat and tried to fake interest in the guys' passionate discussion of a movie she had never seen. Slowly, the awkwardness decreased, and after three double rum and Cokes, Mandy was feeling brave enough to start talking loudly across the table to Sarah. 

The guys also took notice of her increased sociability. The boy to her left, a younger looking guy that she did not recognize, seemed particularly interested in her life story. He asked numerous questions about her major, her courses, where she was from, and if she liked such-and-such bands and movies. Meanwhile, on the right of her sat Chris, who was funnier and more charming than Mandy remembered. He had a tendency to turn everything into a dirty joke, and after each one, he seemed to give Mandy a quick look and a smile. 

More people began to arrive as the evening progressed, and soon, members of the group were branching off into other nearby tables. 

Scanning the bar, Mandy's eyes stopped two tables over. At first she thought she was seeing things in the low light, but surely enough, there was Kelly, seated with a couple of the guys from the boys' dorm. 

You know, she has a pretty nice looking pussy. Kelly's words from that morning echoed in Mandy's head. She remembered the crude tone that Kelly had used and the tingle that she had felt as she lay helpless and exposed in her bed. 

Mandy stared at Kelly from afar, unable to break her gaze. Kelly did not seem to notice her, and Mandy felt that was probably for the best. The number of people that had seen her naked was skyrocketing over the past weeks, and she could hardly manage it all. 

She was startled from her gaze when Sarah dropped into the seat next to her. "Hey," she greeted again, now that the two girls could hear each other clearly. "Sorry about that. I didn't mean for you to get stuck here at the end." 

"It's okay," Mandy replied with a smile. It had seemed like an annoyance several drinks ago, but now it felt pretty unimportant. Even her anxious embarrassment was starting to subside. 

"Well, I appreciate you coming." Sarah slurred the last two words a little. No surprise, considering the number of times the guys filled her glass from the last pitcher. "It was kind of awkward before you got here." 

I'm sure it was more awkward after I got here. "Why is that?" 

"Long story..." Sarah trailed off. "Remind me tomorrow and I'll tell you about it." 

"Okay..." 

Sarah could sense Mandy's confusion, and she leaned in close. "Let's just say that... things got a little crazy in Eric's room last night." She paused. "...With his roommate there." 

Mandy was shocked—and somewhat relieved—to hear that she was not the only one that had experienced a wild night. However, Sarah would say no more about it, and Mandy allowed the topic to drop for now. 

The two girls talked for a while, and Mandy tried to gauge if Sarah had heard anything about what had happened at the party, or after. If Sarah knew, she gave no indication, which set Mandy's mind at ease. It sounds like she has her own stuff to worry about. 

Their conversation did not last long before Sarah disappeared to find Eric, leaving Mandy alone once more with the boys. 

She looked at her phone to get the time—11:04pm. She had been at the bar for only an hour and a half, but Mandy was already starting to think of possible excuses to leave. 

Just as her fifth drink was finished and Mandy was getting ready to flag the waitress for her bill, someone pulled up a seat next to her. 

"Hey!" Kelly greeted as she sat down. 

"Hi," Mandy returned, almost dumbstruck from the surprise. 

"You're Megan's roommate... Amanda, right?" 

"Mandy." 

"Right! Mandy, sorry!" 

"No problem," Mandy replied. "People call me that all the time. I'm used to it." 

"What's up? I didn't know that you knew these guys," Kelly inquired warmly, leaning in to talk above the noise of the bar. 

"I don't really. I'm here with a friend who knows them. Not really sure where she went." Mandy scanned the bar from her seat. "Is Megan here too?" 

"No, I think she's with Alex." 




A Gift Amongst Friends Ch. 06



Sounds about right, Mandy thought. 

"I was about to order another pitcher," Kelly started. "Do you want to split one?" 

Mandy shifted in her seat. "Uh, I don't know. I was actually thinking of going soon." 

"Don't go yet. We've lived in the same residence for almost a year and I don't think we've ever said more than two words to each other." 

That was not entirely true. They had spoken a few times in the meal hall and when Kelly came over to see Megan, but it was true that the two girls hardly knew each other. 

"Come on," Kelly insisted. "Just stay for one more pitcher." 

"Umm..." Mandy hesitated. 

Some of the other guys at the table took notice of their conversation. 

"What?" Chris asked. "You're not leaving already, are you?" 

A couple of other guys agreed that it was too early to leave. 

Mandy caved in to the peer pressure. "Okay, I guess I can stay for one more pitcher." 

Kelly ordered a local ale and returned her attention to Mandy. "So Megan said that you are into photography?" 

Mandy was thankful for the darkness of the bar as she blushed at the question. While photography had once been nothing but an innocent hobby for her, it had taken a more sexual turn over the past couple of months. However, there was no need to get into that. "Yes..." she replied. "A little bit." 

"That's pretty awesome." Kelly replied enthusiastically. "I've been doing it for a couple of years now and I've taken a couple of classes. I've really been into painting though lately." 

Mandy looked up at the girl next to her. Kelly had on very minimal makeup compared to Mandy, but still she had an undeniable beauty to her. Her charisma owned the room, and Mandy almost felt intimidated by her. Mandy tried to hold eye contact as they spoke, but she frequently found herself looking away. 

The beer arrived, and Kelly poured them each a glass. 

"I would love to try painting," Mandy said, taking a large drink to calm her nerves. "I will have to check out some of your work some time." 

"And I will have to do the same with your pictures." 

Mandy felt a tingle of butterflies in her stomach as she imagined showing Kelly some of her more recent work. Then again, she already saw me naked. "Oh, I've hardly touched the camera since school started," she lied. 

"Well you should get back into it. Have you ever done any modeling?" 

"A little..." Mandy had done a bit of modeling back in high school, but the admission felt dirty in light of her most recent time in front of the camera. 

"You should model for me some time. You're definitely built for it," Kelly said with a smirk, scanning Mandy in her chair. 

Mandy's face turned red again. Guys complimented her all the time, but she was not used to being flirted with by another woman. "Maybe..." She felt warm, but she could not tell if it was Kelly or the alcohol. 

The girls talked for a while longer, ordering a second pitcher when their first one quickly emptied. Mandy learned that Kelly was from Toronto, a long way from home. As Mandy had suspected, Kelly was heavily athletic, apparently kickboxing at least once per week and a former rugby player back in high school. 

Mandy could hardly imagine this tiny girl on the rugby field. 

Kelly revealed that she played bass in a local band as well. 

"Oh wow!" Mandy was impressed. "That's so cool! I wish I could play something." 

Oh god, she thought afterward. I am starting to sound like a giddy schoolgirl. 

"Yeah, I've been playing music for a while," Kelly responded, nonchalant. "I used to take piano lessons when I was a kid. I guess I've just developed some pretty nimble fingers." She leaned in closer on the last words, and Mandy almost trembled at the innuendo. 

She suddenly realized how closely they were sitting. How long have our legs been touching under the table? Mandy became self-conscious of the way their bodies leaned together as they spoke. 

Looking around the bar, she looked for Sarah. It had been half an hour since she last saw her friend. Mandy was worried what Sarah might think if she saw her best friend flirting with a girl. Will she judge me if she thinks I'm a lesbian? Mandy did not want any rumors to get started, especially while she herself was still not sure on her own feelings. 

Looking around the table, she feared that even talking to Kelly in front of the guys might be taking too big of a risk. 

Chris noticed her confused look. "Something wrong?" 

"No..." She stammered. "Have you seen Sarah? Or Eric?" 

"No," he replied. "Haven't seen them in a while. They might have left already." 

Seriously? Mandy thought, mildly frustrated. She ditched me for a second night in a row? 

"Everything okay?" Kelly asked. 

"Yeah..." Mandy trailed off. "I just... I can't believe she didn't even say bye." 

"Aww, don't worry about it," Kelly reassured. "Something may have come up." 

"Yeah..." 

"So just stay here with us. Your friend might come back. 

"I guess." 

Kelly could read the concern in Mandy's voice. "Is she your girlfriend or something?" 

Mandy was caught off guard by the question. "Sarah? Oh god, no. She's just a friend." 

"Oh, okay." Kelly smiled, thinking to herself before speaking. "So you're not with her?" 

"What? No, she's my best friend," Mandy answered defensively. The night with the camera doesn't count, she told herself. We stopped before anything happened. 

"Okay." Kelly paused again. "Have you ever been with another woman?" 

"No," Mandy responded quickly. Around the table, a couple of guys stole glances at the two girls before casually looking away. She realized that Kelly was deliberately steering the conversation, and it had attracted some attention. 

"Have you ever considered it?" 

Wow, she works fast. It reminded Mandy of being hit on by a guy—direct and lacking in subtlety. Choose your words carefully. 

"I... I don't know," she answered hesitantly. 

"It's okay, I won't tell." 

Under the table, Mandy felt Kelly's hand on her thigh. Instinctively, she tensed up and grabbed it with her own hand. 

"I..." Her hand firmly grasped Kelly's as she thought about her next words. Kelly's thumb broke free and gently stroked the back of Mandy's fingers. She lowered her voice. "I don't know. I guess I've thought about it." 

Kelly smiled a wicked smile. Wrenching her hand free, she returned it to Mandy's thigh. Leaning close, she whispered so low that Mandy could hardly hear her. "Well, how about you try it later? I will eat your pussy so well that you won't ever want me to stop." 

Mandy turned a bright shade of red that must have been visible, even in the dim lighting of the bar. This was all happening too quickly. Her body wanted to be touched, but something about this felt wrong. Unfortunately, she was growing accustomed to doing the wrong thing. "I..." She was speechless. "I... don't know. I mean, I... maybe." 

She melted in her seat as Kelly's hand slowly rubbed her thigh. "It's okay," Kelly whispered. "No pressure. I was just getting the vibe from you. If you're not interested..." 

"I am." Even Mandy was surprised how effortlessly the words escaped her. "I mean... I think I am." 

Oh god, what am I getting into? I don't even know her. 

There seemed to be a stir around the table that woke Mandy from her trance. People were settling their bills and collecting their things. 

Kelly looked over at the crowd, disappointed. "You guys aren't already leaving, are you?" 

Some guy across the table answered back. "We're just going back to the dorm. Chris says that there is still a load of liquor from last night." 

That's no surprise, Mandy thought. There had been countless bottles when she left the party, and with the semester almost over, every remaining night would be a party at the boys' dorm. 

He continued, "Come on, you girls are coming too. We're all cabbing back." 

Even after all she had drank, that sounded like poor judgment to Mandy. She decided that she would split a cab with the group and most likely return to her own residence. 

"To be continued, I guess." Kelly said, turning back towards Mandy. 

The girls started fishing for their wallets, only to be stopped by the same guy. "Don't worry about it ladies," he explained. "The guys already settled the tab. Your drinks are on us." 

"Oh," Mandy paused, surprised. "You didn't have to do that. Thank you." 

"Thanks," Kelly echoed. 

"Don't worry about it," he answered as they all rose from the table. "It's our tradition. Girls don't pay for drinks at our table." 

I don't know if that's chivalry or sexism... Mandy stumbled as she got out of her chair. And I am getting too drunk to think about it. 

As they stepped outside, they moved towards a group of nearby cabs, parked and waiting for late-night fares. Several guys hopped into the first cab. 

Mandy felt a hand around her wrist, and she obediently followed as Kelly pulled her to another taxi. She was led into the back seat and soon found herself positioned between Kelly and Chris. She thought that she might pass out as Chris talked to the driver. 

She felt a hand on her lap, but it hardly registered in her mind. 

"Hey, I remember you." 

Hmm? 

"From last week, wasn't it?" The voice continued. 

Mandy opened her eyes. The driver's eyes were framed in the rear-view mirror, staring back at her warmly. "What?" She asked, unsure if it was even him that had spoken. 

"Didn't I drive you and another girl from the bars last week?" 

"Maybe..." Mandy was confused. "I don't remember." 

"I could have sworn it was you. Hard to forget a couple of pretty girls getting crazy back there. Doesn't happen too often, I can tell you that." 

Mandy had no idea what he was talking about. "I think you are confusing me with..." She trailed off as some faint memory brushed against her consciousness. Sarah? "Oh..." 

Kelly and Chris both looked at her. 

"Oh, really?" Kelly exclaimed, stretching out the last word playfully. Her hand tightened on Mandy's leg. 

"It's not what it sounds like," Mandy blurted out uncontrollably. "Sarah and I just kissed!" She could not believe that she had so openly admitted that to two people that she hardly knew. "We were drunk," she continued. Why can't I stop talking? 

"Well that's interesting," Chris said to himself, smiling. 

"I'll say!" Kelly seemed highly excited. "Here I've been flirting with you and thinking that I was doing well. I didn't realize I was behind the curve." 

Mandy bit her lip, desperately trying to keep herself silent. 

"Well, in that case, I am at least going to catch up." Kelly leaned over and grabbed Mandy by the shoulder, placing her other hand behind her head. They kissed passionately, and Mandy returned the gesture instinctively before she even knew what was happening. 

Kelly's tongue was forceful, quickly exploring Mandy's mouth. Her bangs tickled Mandy's cheek as the two girls embraced in the tight space of the back seat. 

She smells so good and her skin is so soft. Coherent thoughts melted away, and all that Mandy could understand were her physical senses. She was firmly held in this kiss for some time, but it was impossible to tell how long. 

Kelly's lips pulled away, kissing Mandy's cheek and continuing down her neck. Mandy leaned back in her seat and wondered if this was really happening. 

It occurred so quickly that Mandy could not stop it. 

Kelly's hand found its way to Mandy's right breast. Taking a firm grip of the unzipped hoodie and the tank top below, she gave a quick tug, pulling the garments to the side and partially exposing Mandy's black bra. Kelly's fingers slipped into the bra's right cup, and Mandy gasped as she felt the hand cupping her bare breast. 

She wanted to resist, but her body would not comply. She was putty in her seat as her drunken mind processed the lips on her neck and the attention that her chest was receiving. She could only sit still and observe as Kelly gave the bra cup another forceful tug, exposing Mandy's right breast. 

The two girls exchanged eye contact as Kelly's lips found their way to Mandy's large pink nipple. A soft moan escaped Mandy as she felt a tongue delicately tracing her areola and lightly flicking her hardening nipple. 

She looked over at Chris who stared back at her. She looked forward and found the cab driver paying more attention to his rear view mirror than to the road in front of him. 

Kelly pulled away and planted her lips back onto Mandy's, kissing her passionately. 

We shouldn't be doing this here. We should... 

Mandy inhaled suddenly as she felt another pair of lips encircle her bare nipple. Reaching blindly, her hand found its way to the back of Chris' head pulling his face closer to her chest. The party in backseat was quickly getting out of hand, but not a soul in the car wanted for it to stop. 

This seemed to only last for seconds, but as Mandy opened her eyes, she realized that the car was parked outside of the university dorms. 

How long was I sitting here? 

"Mandy, come on!" 

The seats beside her were empty, and the door on her left side was open. Outside, Kelly stood, waiting. In front of her, the driver was turned in his seat, looking back at the waking girl in his cab. 

"You going to be okay?" He asked with a smile. 

Mandy looked down to see that her breast was still hanging out. "Yeah," she said, readjusting her top. "I'm good." 

"Hopefully I'll see you again," he replied. "I work the night shifts a lot." 

Mandy mumbled a reply. Slowly, she climbed from the car. 

Things seemed to pass in a daze as Kelly and Chris walked her to the boys' dorm. She looked at her own residence across the courtyard. I really should go home, she thought. However, she said nothing, and soon the group was in the elevator. 

They made their way to the sixth floor, in the same common room where the toga party had been held the previous night. The room was much less crowded than it had been last night, but a small, lively group was congregated on the sofas. 

The girls received a pleasant greeting from the awaiting guys as they entered. Mandy was a little surprised. She thought that maybe Sarah would be here. In fact, there were no other girls—she and Kelly were the only ones. 

The girls quickly found a seat in one of the corner sofas, and like last night, the boys were more than happy to prepare them each a drink. 

Mandy recognized some of these faces from the bar and some from last night, but others were unfamiliar. The guys showed the girls disproportionate attention, but Kelly placed an arm over Mandy's shoulder, marking her territory. 

Instead, the guys eased on the flirting and watched as the two girls gradually became more intimate. 

Talking turned into laughing, which turned into touching. Before Mandy knew what was happening, they were laying side by side, making out again as they had in the cab. Their bodies were in full embrace, and their audience was starting to grow. 

Many of the guys watched attentively, while a few hurried to carry the news across the floor. Soon, more stragglers emerged to enjoy the show. 

Ignore them, Mandy told herself as she passionately opened her mouth to receive Kelly's kiss. However, it became increasingly difficult to ignore the cheers that arose as Kelly's hand groped Mandy's spandex-clad ass. 

Kelly gently bit Mandy's lower lip as she climbed atop her prey. 

Mandy could only lay helpless as events seem to transpire outside the realm of her control. It's so warm in here. It came as a relief when the hoodie was removed, leaving her in the purple tank top and black leggings. 

Kelly's hands explored her body freely. One arm wrapped around Mandy's waist as the fingers crept under her shirt, tracing the small of her back. Mandy squirmed as the fingers tickled her, but she remained focused on the tactile sensations of her mouth. Alcohol and hormones pumped through her veins, and the world around her gradually disappeared. Nothing existed, nothing mattered outside of the sofa. 

Kelly's hands moved higher, and Mandy jumped as she felt the snap of her bra open and the garment go loose. She opened her eyes and saw Kelly looking back at her. She is so beautiful. 

Both hands came to her waist, and she felt her shirt being slowly peeled away. She knew it was wrong, but her mind was distracted by the lips within the contours of her neck. Her midsection was now exposed, but Mandy was elsewhere. 

Only as her shirt lifted higher, uncovering her loosened black bra, did Mandy momentarily snap back to reality. She tried to reach down and stop it, but Kelly brushed her hands aside. Mandy obediently sat back and halted her struggle. Perhaps it was the look in Kelly's eyes, or perhaps it was the alcohol, but for some reason, Mandy trusted Kelly and yearned to put her fate in her hands. Perhaps she would regret it later, but for now that seemed irrelevant. 

The audience let out a triumphant roar as Mandy's naked breasts spilled out into the open. 

Mandy wanted to cover herself, but she knew it was pointless—Kelly would not allow it. Instead, she closed her eyes and allowed her head to fall back against the cushioned armrest. Her shirt and bra were awkwardly bunched under her armpits. She gladly helped as they were both guided up over her shoulders, and tossed to the floor. 

Her eyes remained tightly shut, insulating her from her surroundings. However, she let out a dull whimper as she felt Kelly's lips wrap around her tender nipple for the second time that evening. 

"Oh shit, this is awesome," came a male voice in the crowd. 

No shit, Mandy thought, now positioned on her back. She savored several minutes of attention to her breasts. She no longer cared who was watching, and she eagerly lifted her butt from the sofa and kicked off her shoes to allow her tight leggings to be removed. 

Kelly leaned back, admiring her conquest. 

Mandy's eyes were now open, and she felt vulnerable. She was left in nothing but her black panties and a pair of white socks, pinned below this physically imposing beauty for the entertainment of countless spectators. She was afraid. This was the culmination of multiple fantasies wrapped up into one unbelievable moment. 

Several phones were out, capturing photographic and video evidence of her debauchery, but Mandy was somewhere else. She thought that she might reach orgasm just from the look that Kelly gave her. It was a look of possession, of uninhibited lust. 

Kelly had already figured out what type of girl Mandy was, and she was more than happy to indulge her. 

Her eyes locked onto the red lips printed on Mandy's thong, and she smirked. "Is that an invitation?" 

Mandy bit her lip, but gave no response, assuming it was a rhetorical question. 

"Well then..." Kelly slipped a hand into the waistband of the black thong, quickly finding her way to its destination. 

Mandy gasped as a finger slipped easily inside of her wet opening. 

This was so dirty...so disgusting. She was getting fingered in front of a bunch of strangers in a boys' dorm. What have I become? Andrew, Sarah, David, Jacob...and now this. There was not much time to think about it before Kelly stirred her back to the present. 

Kelly was lowering herself to the floor, kneeling in front of Mandy and removing her socks. She looked up at Mandy, giving her an opportunity to protest. But both girls knew what was coming. 

The panties travelled over her hips and down her thighs, but Mandy kept her legs together, attempting to maintain what small semblance of pride remained. The last of her clothing dropped to the floor, and Kelly took one of her knees in each hand.  




A Gift Amongst Friends Ch. 06



Forcefully, she opened Mandy's legs, exposing her bare pussy to the crowd of onlookers. Her shaven lips were splayed open, partially exposing her most intimate parts. It no longer mattered. There's no going back now. She had performed so many innocent shows for the boys of this dorm in front of her window. Last night she had even flashed them in this very room. But this was the first time that she could not feign innocence. 

I'm drunk, Mandy told herself. Surely, they know that I'm drunk. This isn't the real me. 

She tensed up as Kelly's tongue slipped between her lips. This is really happening...this isn't a dream. 

"Mmmm, I've wanted to get my tongue in here all night," Kelly proclaimed proudly from between Mandy's thighs, her fingers tracing the contours of Mandy's labia. "Am I really the first woman you've been with?" 

Mandy opened her eyes and looked at all of the faces watching, all of the phones and cameras pointed in her direction. A deep shade of red spread across her cheeks and down her neck. Kelly was purposefully embarrassing her. "Mmmhmm," she quietly responded. 

That got the boys in a loud frenzy, some shouting accusations of lying, others telling Kelly to go easy on her. 

Kelly smiled. "Good." With that, she buried her face between Mandy legs and began furiously licking her clit. 

"Oh fuck!" Mandy moaned in surprise and pleasure, placing a hand on Kelly's shoulder and another on Kelly's head. Her legs were quivering and for a moment she lost her breath. She had never been eaten like this before—not even close. Kelly's tongue found all of the right places, her mouth took possession of Mandy's womanhood. 

The stimulation was almost too much, and Mandy's body instinctively tried to retreat into the cushions of the sofa. However, Kelly was relentless, slipping her fingers deep into Mandy as she continued to pleasure her orally. 

"Oh..." Mandy whimpered loudly between each sharp breath. She raised a hand to her own breast. Her nipples were still tender from the attention that Kelly had given them, but she did not care. She firmly pinched her pink nipple, rolling it between her fingers. "Oh god, oh fuck! I'm going to cum..." 

She spread her legs wide, allowing Kelly unhindered access to her eager cunt. This was it. This was what she had been wanting since her first dream about Megan. She had heard that women ate pussy better than men, but she could never have imagined the difference. Her body tensed up, unable to take any more. 

Her cries of ecstasy would have been heard down the halls, except that everyone was already crammed into this room. She screamed involuntarily as a massive spasm flowed through her body. She thought she might faint as her vision began to darken. 

However, Kelly did not ease up, continuing to vigorously lick at Mandy's slit. Inside, Mandy could feel Kelly's fingers massaging her still sensitive G-spot. 

"Please...no more." Mandy pleaded. The lower half of her body felt like it would explode, and for a moment she was sincerely afraid that she might pee herself. 

Kelly ignored her requests, and with her free hand, she firmly held Mandy's legs apart, even as they tried to close. 

"Oh god, fuck...fuck!" Mandy cried a second time, holding nothing back. Her hand gripped the sofa cushion so tightly that she feared it might tear. Her body shook and her legs fell limp to the floor. 

She looked around her and slowly processed her surroundings. There were now over two dozen people in the room, and the audience now included another girl. She looked somewhat familiar, but Mandy could not place her in her current state of mind. 

Mandy looked down. Her chest glistened with sweat, and between her legs, Kelly gently licked at her labia, cleaning up any remaining mess from their performance. She took a deep breath and sat up, leaning forward to kiss Kelly. 

It was certainly not the first time that Mandy has tasted her own juices, but tasting them from another woman's mouth was a whole other experience. 

She reached down, taking a hold of Kelly's shirt, but Kelly pushed her hand away. 

"Not here," she said softly to Mandy. "Grab your clothes." 

Mandy fell back into the sofa on her first attempt to rise. Her legs were like rubber, and she felt numb from the waist down. Her exhaustion, combined with the alcohol, took its toll on her balance. Finally, taking hold of the armrest, she leaned over, grabbed the pile of clothes on the floor, and stood upright. 

Before she could get dressed, Kelly grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her out into the halls. There was no time to process the situation. The next thing that Mandy remembered was the small washroom she had used last night. Her back was pushed against the door, and Kelly was kissing her deeply. 

It did not take long for Kelly to slip out of her t-shirt and to undo her jeans. Underneath, she wore a sky blue bra and a pair of black boyshorts. In one deft movement, she unsnapped the bra, and it fell to the floor. 

Her breasts were small, but perky. They reminded Mandy of Sarah, but Kelly's nipples were larger and more prominent. 

Kelly grabbed the back of Mandy's head and pulled her face forward. Mandy opened her mouth and hungrily sucked Kelly's tits, trying to mimic the attention that Kelly had previously shown to her own breasts. 

"Mmmm, suck it harder." 

Mandy did as she was told. I am nothing if not obedient. 

Meanwhile, Kelly pushed her panties to the floor and backed herself up against the sink. Hopping up onto the small counter, she spread her legs and Mandy knew exactly what was expected of her. 

"I don't really know what I'm doing," she said, kneeling down in front of her new friend. Before her, a small dark patch of pubic hair framed Kelly's awaiting pussy. Her swollen lips gleamed from excitement. Mandy looked up at Kelly, suddenly ashamed of her own inexperience. 

"Don't worry about it," Kelly reassured. "Just get in there and don't be afraid to use your tongue." 

Mandy leaned forward, but paused. "I'm...I'm just not sure if..." 

"Oh, fuck..." Kelly interrupted, rolling her eyes. She took hold of Mandy's head and pulled her face between her legs. "Just get in there." 

The first things that Mandy processed was the way that the pubic hair tickled her nose. Next, she felt the moisture that now enveloped her lips. The aroma that filled her nostrils was intoxicating, and her fear transformed into a restored sense of lust. 

She thought about everything that had just happened—I was just undressed and eaten out in front of a group of strangers. And now, after being paraded naked from the scene of the crime, her face was buried deep in the pussy of someone that could hardly remember her name. 

This is either the best or the worst night of my life. 

Sticking out her tongue, Mandy began gently licking. She did not know what she was doing, but soon, her head was moving in a nodding motion, lapping her tongue along Kelly's lips and between them. 

Kelly said nothing, but her body language suggested that Mandy was off to a good start. Every time that her tongue passed over her clit, Mandy could feel Kelly's body tense up slightly. This feedback became her guide as Mandy increased her speed.  

Soon, Kelly's breathing quickened and Mandy's chin was slick with saliva and juices. Although she had never done this before, Mandy knew that she was getting close. 

Within a minute, Kelly was softly moaning as she ran her fingers through Mandy's hair. 

Exhausted and naked, both girls collapsed. 

It felt like the room was spinning. Mandy closed her eyes and fell back against the wall. The porcelain tiles of the floor were cold against her bare skin, but she could not muster the energy to do anything about it. 

"That was...amazing," she muttered between breaths. 

"I knew you would be licking my pussy by the end of the night," Kelly said, looking down on Mandy. "I could just tell from the moment I laid eyes on you." 

What does she mean by that? 

Kelly dropped down from the counter and started getting dressed as she continued talking. "It's too bad I didn't do this sooner. If I had known, I would have been stopping by your room all year for a casual fuck. Oh well." As she put on the last of her clothes, she turned to Mandy, still on the floor. "Tell Megan I said hi." 

Mandy opened her eyes and suddenly realized that she was alone in the small washroom. The door was halfway open, but Mandy could not reach it to shut it, nor could she bring herself to get up. Down the hall, she could hear music playing and people talking. 

Grabbing her hoodie off the floor, she reached into the pocket and pulled out her phone. 

This is a terrible idea. I should not be doing this while drunk. Her thumbs moved of their own volition as she typed the message for Jacob. 

"I will do whatever u guys want if u delete the pics." 

She sat with her thumb over the send button. Better judgment lost, and the message was sent. 

Again, Mandy tried to get up, and again, her body failed her. I need to stop drinking so much, and now I need to figure out how to get home. 

As she stared up at the ceiling, it felt like the floor below her was swaying. Closing her eyes for a moment to rest, the world slowly drifted away as sleep took hold. 

Her dreams were vivid. Mandy dreamt that she was writing her final exam, but there had been a mix up and she was given the wrong exam. Terrified, she stared at the page before her, but it was like another language—pure gibberish. She wanted to bring the mistake to the invigilator's attention, but she was naked under her desk and was afraid that he might notice. 

She looked around, paranoid that one of her classmates would catch her. Without warning, there was a presence behind her, and she was being pulled back in her chair. No please, I'm naked. 

A hand cupped around each of Mandy's breasts, and the next thing that she knew, she was lying on her back. In front of the class, she was getting fucked on the cold desk. All she could think of was the exam and how she was going to fail if she did not get back to it. Even so, she spread her legs and began to moan. 

She woke up and looked at her phone. 2:47am. Realizing that she was naked, it did not take long to recall the events that had brought her to this place. With great effort, she put on her clothes and slowly rose from the floor on unsteady feet. After a moment of difficulty, she found her footing and made her way quietly down the hall. The last thing that she wanted was to be seen again after all that she had done. 

As she slipped into the elevator, the door closed, and she felt like she could finally breathe easy. 

The walk across the courtyard felt long, but it gave her time to reflect on what had just happened. Part of her wanted to crawl into a hole and die, another part wanted something else entirely. 

She considered stopping by Kelly's room, although she was not entirely sure where it was. She also considered paying Andrew another visit down the hall. 

Instead, she returned to her own room. Thankfully, Megan was gone out, Mandy had the room to herself. Her bed had never felt as comfortable as it did just now. 

She was just about to fall asleep again when her phone chimed with a response from Jacob. 

"Oh yeah? Prove it," he texted. "Take a pic and send it to me." 

Mandy took off her hoodie and tossed it aside. Leaning on her side, she held the phone out at arm's length and took a photo. 

The picture was nothing special. Her hair was something of a mess and her tank top showed off a moderate amount of cleavage. She knew that she could do better, but she was too drunk to care at this point. 

Soon after she sent it, she received another message. 

"You look warm. You should make yourself more comfortable." 

"Whatever you want," she responded. Taking off her shirt, she took a similar photo in her bra. "Better?" 

"Keep going..."



A Gift Amongst Friends Ch. 07



This story follows the events of the sixth chapter and will make numerous references to previous events in this series, as well as the separate series, The Concert. Although I hope each chapter is able to stand up as an enjoyable tale on its own, I strongly recommend starting at the beginning if you haven't already done so. It will just make so much more sense that way.

For anyone that is interested, I have added a chronology of stories to my bio.

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Lying back on her bed, Mandy lifted her phone and took another picture. On the screen, her naked body appeared. This image was much more revealing than the last several had been. Whereas the previous pictures had been a tease, this one withheld nothing, showing her openly sprawled figure for all to see. After everything that I've done, she thought, there is no reason to feign shyness now.

Still drunk and horny from everything that had happened over the course of the evening, her heart pounded in her chest as she hit the Send button.

While she waited for Jacob's response, she scrolled up and started rereading their conversation. She could hardly believe what she was doing for her male friend. I have to do it, she rationalized. I have to make up for what I did to Sarah.

Mandy had drunkenly betrayed her best friend's trust and let slip some compromising photos. Now, she was doing whatever it took to keep those photos from spreading. However, as much as she repeated this story to herself, she knew that it was not the whole truth. In reality, this was a fantasy come to life.

But even this could not compete with her deeds from earlier in the night. She wanted desperately to tell Jacob about it. Several times, she had started typing, wishing for her dirty secret to be revealed—Mandy was bisexual and had let another woman eat her out in front of a crowd of drunken boys. However, every time she started to type, she chickened out and deleted it. Not yet, she thought. I'm not ready for that just yet.

Her phone now chimed as she received another text.

"Nice," Jacob responded. "Keep going." It was 3:00am, but sleep was the last thing on Mandy's mind.

She grabbed her left breast with one hand and pushed it upward, leaning her head forward. Her tongue barely reached her large pink nipple, and she carefully aimed the phone. Ideally, she would be taking these pictures with her superior digital camera, but this was much more convenient. Still, she missed the familiar sound of the shutter.

As she sent the photo, she leaned back on her pillow. Her fingers instinctively found their way between her legs as she remembered the way Kelly's tongue had felt only a couple of hours ago.

Once upon a time, Mandy had hardly ever masturbated. Now, she did at least once per day, usually waiting for her roommate to leave for class or fall asleep. Luckily, Mandy had the room to herself tonight. She was still warmed up from her experience at the boys' dorm, and soon she was vigorously rubbing her wet lips, teasing her clit with the tip of her finger.

I should take another picture, she thought, but her fingers would not stop their work. Biting her lip, she stifled a moan. However, she could not control herself for long, and the next whimper escaped her.

A light knock on the door shot her back to reality, and she drunkenly stumbled as she rose from the bed.

Finally, she thought. I was starting to think that he wasn't coming. Jacob lived in the same dormitory, and Mandy had practically given him an open invitation to use her as he wanted.

This is my reparation for betraying Sarah's trust, she repeated to herself. But Mandy knew the truth, and her fingers glistened with the proof.

She opened the door a crack, positioning her naked body behind it for cover—the situation gave her a sudden sense of déjà vu from weeks ago. However, much to her surprise, it was neither Jacob nor David standing in the hall. Instead, it was her neighbor, Jess.

"Hey?" Mandy was both confused and disappointed. For a second she had thought that she was going to get fucked.

"Hi," Jess responded, standing awkwardly in a pink t-shirt and powder blue pajama pants. "I hope you weren't sleeping yet... I saw that you got home a few minutes ago, so I thought I could catch you before you went to bed."

"Ummm... No." Mandy stumbled, placing a hand on the door frame to steady herself. If Jess had not already known she was drunk, it was pretty obvious now. "I was just getting ready for bed though," she lied. "I was getting dressed."

"Oh, I'm sorry Mandy. I can come back another time. I just... well, I just had a really messed up night and I was hoping to talk to someone about it. And well, you're the only one I can talk to about this kind of thing..."

"Believe me," Mandy responded. "My night was probably crazier than yours." She appreciated the relationship that she had with Jess. Despite their relatively new friendship, they confided in one another things that they feared telling anyone else. Concerned, Mandy let the door open a couple inches more so that they could talk more easily, making sure that her body was still covered. "What happened?"

"Well..." Jess looked around the empty hall and quieted her voice. "Somebody recognized me while I was at the theater... they recognized me from the concert."

"Oh, shit." Mandy was unsure what to say. She still did not know all the details of last week's incident in the campus courtyard. Jess had been stripped while crowd surfing, and things had only gotten wilder from there. Mandy was the only person that Jess had shared this story with, but it was unlikely that something like this could stay a secret forever. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Can I come in?"

"Sure... just a second." Mandy stepped away from the door, allowing it to slowly drift open as she grabbed an oversized t-shirt from her closet. Déjà vu again. Turning her back to Jess, she pulled the shirt over her head. It's strange... even after everything that I've done, it's still thrilling for her to see me naked. Picking up her panties from the floor, she clumsily stepped into them, grabbing the wall as she stumbled.

Jess came in and sat on the corner of Mandy's bed, closing the door behind her.

"Do you want something to drink?" Mandy asked, unsure whether it was a stupid question at this time in the morning.

"No, thanks."

There was an awkward silence as Mandy sat down in her chair, facing her friend. The look on her face reminded Mandy of the first time Jess had confided in her, the previous week. Finally, Mandy spoke up. "So... what happened?"

"Well..." Jess trailed off, as if she was caught off guard by the question. "I was out with my friend Robert from back home. He's in town for a few days. It was kind of a date, I guess. I've known him for a while and he's always had a crush on me." She stared at her feet as she spoke. "Anyway, so we went to see a movie and when I went out to the lobby, this guy from my English class started talking to me... and... he knew. He knew about last week, and he says that he was there. He saw me and... he says that I fucked him."

"Oh wow," Mandy wished that she was sober enough to process this. "Did you?"

"I don't know," Jess responded. "Maybe, but that's not the worst part. I had sex with him."

Mandy looked at her confused. "I thought you said you didn't know..."

"I mean that I had sex with him tonight... in the bathroom."

"Oh shit," Mandy muttered, shocked. "At the movie theatre?"

"Yeah. I mean, I didn't want to at first. He threatened to tell Robert and I panicked. But..." Jess bit her lip. "I did it. And I kind of liked it, I think. Is that seriously messed up?"

Mandy was not sure what to say. Jess' story made her somewhat jealous, do she was certainly not the best person to determine what is and is not normal. "I... I really don't know, Jess. How do you feel about it?"

"To be honest, I'm a little embarrassed. But... my heart starts beating like crazy whenever I think about it."

"I understand completely," Mandy said.

"Do you? I've never done anything like this before."

"Believe me, I understand better than you think. I..." She looked at Jess and paused. "Sometimes the same things happens to me," Mandy tried to explain. "I know that I'm doing something terrible, but I can't help myself. And I get excited just thinking about it."

Jess nodded.

Mandy decided to continue before she lost her nerve. "Just tonight, I let Kelly eat me out while a bunch of guys watched." It felt so good to say the words out loud and tell somebody.

Jess' jaw dropped. "Kelly... from downstairs?"

"Yeah..."

"I didn't know you were... a lesbian."

"I'm not—I don't think I am."

"Oh, okay. I mean, not that there's anything wrong with that if you are." Jess looked genuinely confused. "What do you mean that they watched?"

"It happened at the boys' dorm in the common room. It all happened really fast, and next thing I knew, there I was, naked on the sofa with Kelly between my legs." Mandy could hardly believe she was admitting to this so openly.

"That's crazy," Jess responded, dumbfounded. "I couldn't image doing anything like that in front of so many people." She paused, thinking. "Except... I guess I sort of did last week, but not intentionally... and not with another girl, though."

"I hope this doesn't come out wrong or anything," Mandy started, unable to control herself, "and maybe I'm just saying this because I'm drunk, but I'm actually kind of jealous of what happened to you at the concert."

"You are?"

"Yeah. I don't like to tell anyone this because it makes me sound fucked up, but I get turned on by being submissive..." she admitted, turning a bright shade of red. "And helpless. That's why I keep doing this. It's kind of messed up, but I've been letting the guys take advantage of me. That's why I gave David those pictures and why I let Kelly fuck me tonight. At first, I was in control of things, and I just let the guys think that I was helpless. And it was fun. But now... well, soon things started getting out of control and I thought I could stop it... but..."

Mandy's phone chimed, shaking her back to reality. She looked up at Jess and considered stopping. No. I want to tell her. "But I don't think I want to stop it. I keep thinking about what happened to you at the concert, and I imagine all those hands touching me."

Much to Mandy's surprise, Jess' did not look disgusted or angry, but understanding. "I think I know what you mean. I can't believe that I am telling anyone this, but ever since the concert... well, part of me has been wondering what would happen if someone recognized me. And well... I actually imagined that it might go something like what happened to tonight."

"So you wanted him to fuck you?"

"No." Jess paused. "Well, I don't know. Sort of, I guess. I mean, he threatened to show Robert some pictures of me if I didn't do it... so I guess I never even considered if I wanted to do it. I just did it. Ever since I got home, I've been trying to figure that out."

"Oh, he had pictures?" That piqued Mandy's curiosity, as incriminating photos had started her down this road as well.

"Yeah, well, I just saw one, but I know that there are some worse ones online."

"How do you feel about that?" Mandy sat back in her chair, feeling warm as she tried to imagine herself in Jess' position.

"Embarrassed. I know that someone I know is eventually going to find them."

"Is it really the end of the world if they do?"

Jess looked up, surprised. "Yes! Well... I guess not. It's just... really humiliating."

"But isn't it also kind of a turn on to know that guys are looking at you and there's nothing you can do about it?" Mandy was not holding anything back now. "Like... what if some guy you've never even met before is jerking off right now, looking at your pictures?"

"I don't know. That is kind of weird. Kind of exciting, but still weird. What if it's not a stranger? What if it's someone I know?"

"So what?" Mandy slurred, leaning forward again in her chair. "Who cares if you know them? It only matters if you let it. I think it's even hotter if I know the guy." As if on cue, her phone chimed again.

Mandy picked it up and examined her two new messages from Jacob. "Are you still there?" he texted. "Or did you fall asleep?"

"im here" she texted back. "im here with jess."

Looking back up at her friend, she smiled. "See?" She asked, gesturing towards her phone. "I'm sending some pictures right now to one of the guys. That's what I was doing when you knocked on the door."

"Naked pictures?"

"Yeah," Mandy answered as her phone chimed again. She looked down at another text from Jacob.

"Oh yeah? ;)" He asked suggestively.

Mandy laughed. "not like that!" She texted back. Looking up at Jess, she said "He thinks we're fooling around."

Jess turned a bright shade of red. "Do you want me to go? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt anything. I just saw that you were home, and..."

"No, it's okay. I'm glad that you came over and told me what happened. I like talking to you about all of the fucked up stuff I do. And now that I'm sort of drunk, this is the best time to get it off my chest."

"Are we..." Jess hesitated. "I mean, do you think that we're normal?"

"I really don't know. Probably not."

"Yeah..." Jess looked at her feet as Mandy's phoned chimed again.

"She should do a couple of pictures too," Jacob texted.

Mandy burst out laughing. That'll be the day, she thought.

"What's so funny?" Jess asked.

"Oh, nothing. Jacob wanted me to take a picture of you."

Jess sat upright and turned slightly towards Mandy. "Umm, well I'm in my pajamas, but sure, I guess you can."

Mandy thought she might fall out of her chair as she giggled uncontrollably. "Umm, that's not the kind of picture that he meant."

Jess looked back at her, confused. In seconds, her eyes widened as it dawned on her what Mandy meant. Her face immediately turned a bright shade of red. "Oh my god! He wants to see me naked?!"

"Well, no duh. Just about every guy you met today probably wanted to see you naked. They're guys. They're usually just polite enough not to ask." Mandy smiled. "Usually, but not always..."

"No way! I... I can't do that. How could I look him in the eye again the next time I see him?"

"It's no big deal. I sent him this..." Mandy picked up her phone and opened her photo gallery to the last photo she sent. "And we're still friends. No big deal."

Jess peeked at the screen, slowly leaning over until she could see the image fully. "Oh my god," She said in a hushed voice as she looked at Mandy's naked body on the screen. "He saw that? You're either brave or dumb." Her voice was noticeably shaken.

"Probably more dumb," Mandy replied as she admired her picture. "But you don't have to do anything like that if you don't want to. I mean, you don't have to do anything. He was just joking—he knows you wouldn't do it."

"I don't know." Jess seemed hesitant, but Mandy was surprised that she was even considering it. "How do I know he won't show anybody?"

"You don't," Mandy said quickly. "For me, that is part of the fun, but you're not me."

Jess stared at her own feet. "I guess I could do just one. I'm not getting naked though."

Mandy was shocked. "Really? Okay, yeah, just do whatever you are comfortable with. You don't have to do it though. It was just a joke. He knows you're shy..."

"I know. I want to do it. I bet it'll surprise him."

"Alright."

"Let's do this before I chicken out." Jess reached down to the bottom of her shirt. "Are you ready?"

Mandy switched her phone to camera mode and held it up. "Ready."

"One. Two. Three..." Jess pulled her shirt up to her neck, revealing a small pair of breasts, adorned with tiny pink nipples.

Mandy stared past her phone and felt a familiar stirring between her legs. She is so fucking cute.

"Did you get it?" Jess asked.

"Umm..." Mandy hesitated, shaking herself back to reality. "Yeah, just a second." Frantically, she took several pictures, temporarily forgetting her years of photography experience and losing herself in the moment. "Okay, yeah, I think I got it."

Jess quickly pulled her shirt back into place and placed her arms nervously across her chest. "Is it... does it look stupid?"

"No, of course not. It's perfect." Mandy quickly returned to the photo gallery, bringing up the image. "Do you want to see it?"

"No, I trust you. Just send it."

"Are you sure? I don't have to." Mandy had not felt this anxious since her own first photos. It was like experiencing that moment again vicariously through her friend. Even as she spoke, she could not help herself. The photo was already sent to Jacob.

Jess shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

Shit, Mandy thought. She is having doubts.

"I mean... I want to..." Jess started. She paused a while before continuing. "I just don't know if I will regret it."

"Maybe." Mandy was not sure what to say. She hoped franticly that she had not betrayed another friend. "It seems like you want to do it though."

"Yeah..."

The phone chimed. "Holy shit!" Jacob was obviously surprised. "Is she drunk or something?"

"nope," Mandy responded, followed with a winking face. She looked up at her friend and they exchanged a long glance. Does she know? She knows. She must know. Oh god, I am too drunk for this right now.

Another chime from her phone. "Ha! Nice. Get her to do another one."

"Is he... did he..." Jess trailed off.

"He wants another one," Mandy replied meekly. There was no point in lying after everything that they had shared.

Jess turned a bright shade of red. "Oh my god! You showed him. He's seen... me."

"I'm so sorry!" Mandy slurred. "I thought you wanted me to."

Jess got up. "No, it's okay. I did want you to. I guess I just didn't think that you really would for some reason."

"I hope you're not mad."

"No, I'm not." She looked at Mandy. "I'm really not. I'm just... new to this."

Mandy looked up at her but said nothing.

"I don't think I am ready for another one though," Jess continued with an awkward laugh. "I can't believe he has seen my boobs. It's just so... I don't know... weird. I think I know why you do it though... my heart is pounding. I feel like I'm floating. Plus, it's nice to take a consensual photo after all of those concert ones that are floating around the internet."

"Are they bad?"

"Oh god, they're really bad. Luckily, you can't see my face very well in most of them. But there are a couple..."

Can I see them? Mandy wanted to ask the question so badly. It had been on the tip of her tongue for days, but even now, she knew it was inappropriate. Instead, she would have to find them herself. "Well, for what it's worth, I think you just made Jacob's day."

That made Jess chuckle. "Well, that was pretty tame compared to what you've been showing him."

"Yeah, but I think the guys have wanted to see you naked for a while."

"Really?" Jess was genuinely surprised. "I had no idea."

The girls laughed at her innocent naivety, and Mandy looked over at the clock. "Fuck, it's late."

"Yeah, I should go."

Their goodbyes were more awkward than usual as Jess slowly made her way to the door. As it closed behind her, Mandy locked it.

What a fucked up night.

It was surprisingly easy to find the photos of last week's concert. Message boards were flooded with them. Most were blurry or taken at a distance, but some were shockingly detailed. Mandy felt a pang of guilt as she masturbated to images of her friend's ordeal. She ignored multiple texts as she brought herself to orgasm, imagining herself in those images, getting fucked by a group of strangers.




A Gift Amongst Friends Ch. 07



She did not remember falling asleep in her chair, but at some point during the night, she awoke and forced herself from the chair to the bed. She slept soundly, but her dreams were far less coherent than usual, and she could not remember them later.

The morning found her groggy and with a pounding headache. Delicately, she eased out of bed and wrapped herself in a towel. This was going to be a long day, and she planned to relax after the last two nights that she had experienced. Exams were coming up, and she really needed to study if she wanted to maintain any of her scholarships for the following year.

Her phone sat on the desk, flashing from several unread messages. Hesitantly, she picked it up.

"Ha! Nice. Get her to do another one." That was the last message she had seen last night. She scrolled down. "Did you trick her or something? No way that's Jess." The next message was marked several minutes later. "Still there?" The last message gave Mandy pause. "Nobody will believe it."

Uh oh.

Frantically, Mandy typed. "you better not show that to anyone." This was not good.

Minutes passed as she paced around the room, wrapped in nothing but a towel. Every second felt like an hour, but still no response.

Fuck! I can't wait all day. Grabbing her soap and shampoo, she headed down the hall towards the showers.

Tired and hung over, the warm water felt especially relaxing against her skin. For a moment, she forgot about Jacob and Jess. She forgot about Kelly and the boys' dorm. She forgot about upcoming exams, and even her headache seemed to disappear. I think I might even go for a run today.

The droplets washed away the sins of the previous night, and as she turned off the water, the situation before her looked entirely new. Things were falling apart around her, and all she had to do was stop. It was her game—it had always been her game—and she had always been the one with the power to stop it.

I'm going to sort this out before it gets worse. After all, Jacob and David will respect my wishes. They've had a crush on me for months, and they wouldn't risk losing our friendship. Mike is a pushover and will do whatever they do. They got free pictures of me and Sarah, and I let them fuck me. They have no right to ask for more.

The plan was starting to come together. She was far out of Andrew's league, and he would get the hint if she actively avoided him. Kelly had gotten what she wanted last night, and Mandy only needed to avoid her for another few days before they parted ways for the summer.

She might be the hardest part to give up. Mandy was not sure that she could simply forget about her newly discovered bisexuality. Having grown up in a relatively small town, she did not know many other likeminded women. As she quickly dried off, Mandy remembered the way that Kelly had expertly licked her pussy. Nobody had ever made her cum so hard before. Maybe I won't rid myself of Kelly entirely...

The most glaring loose end would be the guys from the male dormitory. Most of them were strangers, but several would recognize her, and rumor of her identity would spread. All she could do was hope that nothing came of it. It was an end-of-the-semester party at a boys' dorm... those things always get wild. I can't be the first girl to get naked in there, and I won't be the last. If I wait a few days, some other crazy shit will happen, and they will forget about me.

Jess...

Mandy felt bad. Although she had not started Jess down this road, she had certainly done her part to keep her on this track. Their shared secrets had been the basis of their friendship, but Mandy was sure that they would endure. I shouldn't have sent that photo of her last night... but she's a big girl, and she can make decisions for herself. She knew what she was doing. After what happened at the concert and at the movie theater, that photo would be the least of Jess' concerns.

Only partly dried, Mandy wrapped herself in the towel and grabbed her things. Her wet hair clung to the bare skin of her shoulders, and she walked confidently down the hall towards her room. In her mind, she started going over the message that she would send to the guys.

Stepping into her room, she almost did not notice the figure standing in front of her desk. Startled, she nearly dropped the basket of shower supplies from her hand.

Alex looked up at her and smirked.

Mandy was not amused. "Oh, fuck! You scared the shit out of me! What the hell are you doing here?"

"I'm here for Megan," he responded curtly.

"She's not here." Mandy put the toiletries on her dresser and clutched her towel firmly. Of all people, he was probably the last person she wanted to see right now. Considering the way that he had treated her since elementary school, she was never happy to see him. However, for the sake of her friendship with her roommate, Mandy had always tried to be civil. I really just can't deal with him right now...

"Yeah, I know," he replied. "She's staying at my place for a couple of days. But she had a meeting with her study group, and she asked me to pick up a couple of things for her." With his left hand, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys that Mandy recognized as Megan's.

"Well, she could have told me. What if I was naked in here?"

"I wouldn't have minded." His grin widened. When all he got in return was a glare, he continued. "Don't be so dramatic. I knocked before I came in. You weren't here."

Mandy was getting annoyed. "Fine, whatever. Just get what you need so that I can get dressed." She paused for a second. "What could you possibly need from my desk?"

"Nothing. But you should really put a password on your laptop. You had this right up in the open." He turned the monitor towards her.

Mandy stared at the screen, mouth open in shock. There was Jess, naked, on all fours in the dirt, while someone fucked her from behind. Her face looked up at the camera, but she hardly seemed aware of it. Her hair and cheeks glistened with multiple loads of cum. These were the photos that Mandy had fallen asleep to last night, apparently still open in her internet browser.

"What the fuck?!" Anger resonated in her voice, but she tried to maintain her volume so as not to draw the attention of her neighbors. "Get off my fucking computer! Who said you could invade my privacy?"

He ignored her. "I can't believe it was her. I can't believe it was that mousy girl from down the hall. Jessica? Someone told me it was her, but I didn't believe them. She's the one everyone is talking about."

"Get off my computer!" Mandy repeated. She was furious. The nerve of this guy!

"But then again," he continued, "I also didn't believe the rumors I heard about you at first."

Her heart skipped a beat, but she refused to show weakness. "Get out of my room, Alex." The back her mind was filled with panic. "I don't know what rumors you heard, and I don't care. Just go." Her eyes remained on the monitor. Poor Jess, what have I done? If she was dressed, she would have stormed over there and pushed him from the computer. But in her current dress, Mandy felt vulnerable and kept her distance.

Alex did not move. "I thought maybe it was a mistake. You acted pretty uptight in high school, and there was no way that you were strutting around naked for the neighbors..."

Whatever patience remained was now gone, and Mandy was ready to explode. That's it! I have been nice to this asshole for way too long. "Listen, go fuck yourself and—"

He interrupted, continuing to ignore her. "But then I heard you masturbating in here the other night when you thought you were alone. And now I've came across this..." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone, swiping at its screen. "And well, I guess maybe you are more of a slut than I thought."

Mandy froze. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! The guys' dorm? Have the pictures already gotten out? She burned with anger at the comment, but fear paralyzed her. She watched him as he looked at the phone, occasionally swiping his thumb across the screen. She tried to speak, but her voice failed her. She simply stared, helplessly as he continued to admire whatever he had found.

She could not be certain how much time had passed before he finally looked up and acknowledged her. "Sorry, what were you saying? Yeah, I should get going. I know some friends back home that would love to see these."

"Fuck you!" She finally mustered some courage, though she feared it may be too little, too late. "Don't you dare send those to anyone!"

"Hmm..." He continued to swipe and tap at his phone. "You could at least say 'please.'"

"No, I won't. They're not your pictures to share."

"Maybe not, but I would still appreciate it. Otherwise my finger might slip, and these might get sent to Nick and Tom. From there? Who knows where they might go."

Mandy knew exactly where they would go: her entire graduating class, at the very least. "Okay, fine! PLEASE, don't send those." I need to defuse this quickly. "I was drunk last night, and I didn't mean for those pictures to get out. Please delete them."

"That's better." For a moment, he lowered the phone and looked at her instead. "Why don't you tell me exactly what happened."

"I'd really rather not."

"Like you said, you were drunk. Not a big deal. I would just like some context for what I am seeing here."

"Please, just delete them."

He stared at her, then turned his eyes back towards the phone, silent.

"Okay, fine. I was really drunk at guys' dorm and got naked in the common room." She could feel her face turning a bright shade of red as she dodged his gaze. He has the pictures, so what difference does it make? Worse than her embarrassment was the familiar feeling of butterflies starting to flutter in her stomach. Please no, not now...

He smiled. "Well, I will have to ask the guys about that. This is the first I've heard about it. No, this is what I was asking about..." He raised the phone and slowly walked towards Mandy so that she could see the image. On the screen was Sarah topless and in her panties with Mandy's topless reflection in the mirror.

Shit! "Where did you get that?!"

"Doesn't really matter."

Fuck! Was it Jacob or David? Or, maybe Mike? They all knew that Mandy hated Alex, and she could not believe that one of them would betray her like this. "Please, just delete them. We were just joking around and I didn't mean for those pictures to get out."

"I'm not deleting them. You've always acted like you're better than me, and now you're upset because your secret is going to get out. Do your parents know that you're a lesbian?"

"I'm not a lesbian! I've been with lots of guys!" I can't believe I just said that.

"Whatever you say. Not for me to decide," he said as he started to walk past her and towards the door.

"What do you want?" She asked desperately. Even as she asked the question, a warm sensation passed through her body. I'm not even drunk. What is wrong with me?

Alex stopped next to her. Although he was only a couple of inches taller than Mandy, she felt tiny beside him now. He seemed large and powerful, and she felt small and weak. It was like one of her many fantasies, but she tried to fight it. It's Alex... he's an arrogant prick and I hate him.

Her body tensed as his hand reached out and easily undid the knot holding her towel in place, but she did not stop him. Her arms still held the garment in place, but she did not resist as he took her wrists and moved them aside. Instead, she simply watched as the towel slipped from her body and dropped to the floor.

"I knew you would be shaven..." he commented as he looked over her exposed body.

Ignoring the comment, Mandy shivered as the cool air embraced her wet skin. Goosebumps spread across her naked body, and her large pink nipples hardened under Alex's gaze. She wanted to turn away, to cover herself, but she was afraid.

However, it was not Alex that frightened her. She feared that if she tried to escape, her own body would no longer obey. She feared that her lust had become so untamed that even now it possessed her. Still worse, she feared that she might be more aroused because it was Alex who controlled her. For years, he had represented everything that Mandy found unappealing. He was arrogant, loud, and treated women like they were little more than objects. The fact that he was mildly handsome somehow only made her hate him more.

For the past several weeks, Mandy had fantasized about being used. She had fantasized about being treated like an object. Almost everything that she had done over the past couple of weeks had been directed towards putting her in a vulnerable position to someone else...

Now, as Alex's hands came up and firmly took hold of her breasts, Mandy fixated on all the times he had been mean to her or made an inappropriate comment. She remembered what he had said to her on their prom night. I'll have to keep an eye out for you tonight at the after party. After you've had a few drinks, I bet that dress will slip right off...

Well, here she was now. She was completely sober, and the towel had most certainly slipped off.

"Mmmph," she whimpered as he pinched her left nipple. She tilted her head back and moaned as he leaned forward and took her large, perky breast into his mouth. Oh god, it feels so good. His tongue flicked and his teeth bit at her tender nipple. Meanwhile, his free hand descended between her legs and cupped her womanhood.

"Wow," he paused, allowing a finger to slip easily between her wet folds. "You definitely wanted this."

Embarrassed, she tried to push away. "Fuck you." She stopped with a gasp as his finger pushed its way inside of her.

"Oh, don't pretend you aren't loving this," he mocked.

Slowly, he began to work is finger in a circular motion, pressing upward and sending tingles of pleasure up her spine. She felt like a puppet, writhing uncontrollably on his right hand while his left hand helped itself to the rest of her body as it pleased. He groped at her naked body for some time before grabbing a handful of her hair and giving it a gentle tug.

Never had she felt so embarrassed to orgasm as she did now, cumming hard into the palm of his hand. As her quivers subsided and his finger retreated, her weakened legs gave way and she dropped to her knees. She knew what was coming, and there was no point resisting. I am long past the point of turning back.

She watched as he undid his belt and unzipped his pants.

Damn it, why does he need to be well-endowed too?!

Mandy had always rationalized that Alex's ego must be overcompensating for a small dick. But as she gazed at the hardening shaft inches from her face, she realized that was not the case.

Hesitantly, she reached a hand up and wrapped her fingers around him, beginning to stroke.

"Oh, come on, you can do better than that," he quipped as he grabbed her head and pulled her face towards his cock. Its head brushed against her cheek before she opened her lips and allowed him entry.

He wasted no time as he pulled her head downward, forcing his growing dick into the warm moist chasm of her mouth. As he reached his full size, Mandy's mouth felt stretched to its limits. Still, she began sucking him enthusiastically, tracing the underside of his shaft with her tongue as it slid back and forth.

Mandy closed her eyes and tried to fight her gag reflex as he fucked her mouth. When she opened them again, she looked up to find Alex's phone pointed down at her.

She knew immediately from experience that he was taking a picture.

"Mmmhmmmph. Mmmph," she tried to argue, but his free hand held the back of her head steady. No more pictures! She wanted to scream it.

"Don't worry, I am just sending it to Tom and Nick. They would love to see this."

"Mmmph!" Mandy pushed herself away. "No way! No fucking way you are sending that to them!" She tried to get up, but a hand on her shoulder held her in place. Instead, she tried to cover herself with her arms.

"Well, how about this, then? I either send them this," he said, gesturing towards her. "Or I send them the photos of you and Sarah. There are some pretty good ones in there. You know Nick has had a crush on her since middle school, right?"

"No! Leave Sarah out of this! Please!"

"Okay then." He stepped back and lifted the phone again. "Your call."

She felt so weak. I can't let Sarah get dragged further into my mess. This has all been my fault.

Slowly, Mandy lowered her arms and looked up at the phone. Secretly, she was relieved that the decision was made for her. Instinctively, from weeks of taking similar photos, she pushed her chest outward and gave a pouty look. They are going to see me anyway. I might as well look my best.

Alex tapped at the phone several times. "There, sent."

Mandy felt light headed as the reality of the situation started to sink in. However, the moment was short-lived as Alex lifted and guided her towards the bed—her own bed. She complied, lying down on her back and opening her legs for him. Never in a million years could she have ever foreseen this moment, spreading herself, welcoming her childhood antagonist to fuck her like a cheap slut.

He climbed over her and paused, staring down happily at his conquest.

"You've wanted this for a long time, haven't you?" he tormented as he guided the head of his cock against her wet opening.

She said nothing and instead tried his hips forward.

He resisted. "You've wanted me to fuck you since high school. Just admit it."

"Fuck off," she growled, trying to push her own hips towards him. Still, his shaft did little more than tease the entrance of her hungry pussy.

"Just say it. Get it off your chest. You were a total slut and you wanted me to fuck you."

Fuck! "I'm a worthless slut. Please, just fuck me," she begged. She cried out as he thrust himself into her, and she gasped with each subsequent push. "Oh god..." She whimpered between breaths. "Oh god... yes... fuck... oh fuck... mmm fuck me like the slut that I am."

"I knew you were a whore," he whispered in her ear. "Getting fucked is what you live for, isn't it?"

"Mmmm... Yeah, that's all I'm good for... ughh... yeah, don't stop..." He is bringing out the worst in me, she thought. However, at this moment, she did not care. All she wanted was to lose herself in the moment as his cock plunged into her. His demeaning dirty talk only worked her up more.

"Admit it, you wanted me to send that picture to the guys."

"Mmmm, no, but I'm glad that you did."

"I know. Want me to send the ones with Sarah?"

"No!"

"But you'll be glad if I do?"

Her voice caught in her throat. The only sound to escape her was another moan as Alex slowed his pace and reached into his pocket. Oh my god, no!

"I'll take that as a yes." He continued to fuck her steadily as he began typing.

She said nothing, but watched as he finished the message and looked to her one last time for opposition. Receiving none, his finger clicked Send and he returned his attention to Mandy.

The humiliation had an immediate effect on her. "Oh my god! Fuck, I'm going to cum!" she exclaimed. "Ahh, fuck!" Her head fell back and her body tensed up as another orgasm overtook her.

Alex grabbed each of her ankles and spread her legs wide, allowing himself deeper entry. Mandy's breasts began to strike her chin as her whole body rocked back and forth with each forceful thrust. Her entire body was splayed for his enjoyment, and she loved every minute of it. Before long a third orgasm swelled within her, and she cried out once more.




A Gift Amongst Friends Ch. 07



There is no way that the neighbors aren't hearing this...

Finally, when Mandy felt that her body could take no more, Alex increased his speed and pushed even deeper. Mandy knew it was coming. She wanted to feel her cunt filled with his seed, to feel his warmth fill her womb.

To her surprise, he pulled out and climbed over her so that his legs straddled her chest. His cock hovered above her face, and he began stroking it. She wanted it back inside of her, but this somehow seemed more fitting, more degrading.

The first shot of cum flew into her hair, leaving a trail across her cheek. The next one caught her below the left eye. Taking aim, he directed the remainder towards her lips, which she hungrily opened. His semen filled her mouth and ran down her neck, but she did not dare move until his load was fully spent.

"Don't swallow it yet," he instructed, and she did not dare disobey.

Lying back, face and mouth coated with cum, she watched as he lifted the phone again.

"I'm going to send this to the boys," he informed her.

She said nothing. He's not asking, and I'm not arguing.

With her moment of shame immortalized and sent to his friends, he got down from the bed and zipped his pants back up. Looking at her, still naked and sprawled on the bed, he smiled.

"I guess I'll see you around," he said, walking towards the door.

Finally, Mandy swallowed his load. "What about Megan?" It was a stupid question. He's not going to tell her, and I'm definitely not going to tell her.

"What about her? She's going back home next week, so we're pretty much done after that. You, on the other hand... I'll see you over the summer," he said, amused. "Should be fun."

"I'm not doing this again," she said defiantly.

He laughed as he opened the door. "Sure, whatever you say." He took a step and paused as his phone vibrated. Taking it out and looking at the screen one last time, he snickered. "Oh, by the way, Nick says you have nice tits." The door closed behind him.

Mandy stared up at the ceiling for several minutes as her adrenaline slowly wore off. She licked her lips, suddenly disgusted with herself. She had hit a new low, and there was no way to turn back now. Her weeks of playful fantasies had finally caught up with her, and she did not know what was in store for her.

Resigned to her fate, she got up and picked her towel up off the floor.

I guess I should get another shower.

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This will probably be the last chapter of the A Gift Amongst Friends storyline, but there may be new stories (or maybe even a new series) about Mandy in the future. Hope you enjoyed it, I apologize for the long delays, and feedback/votes are always appreciated!



A Gift Amongst Friends Ch. 08



I thought I was finished with this series, but I was surprised by the positive feedback it received. This chapter was originally going to be part of a new series that took place in the aftermath of AGAF. Now that Mandy has undergone such a drastic transformation, it hardly feels like the same story anymore. However, in the end, it probably makes more sense to continue her story under the same title. 

Unlike previous chapters in the series, this one takes place several weeks later. Although I hope each chapter is able to stand up as an enjoyable tale on its own, I strongly recommend starting at the beginning if you haven't already done so. It will just make so much more sense that way. 

As always, feedback/votes are appreciated. My bio page has a recommended reading order for all of my stories, for any newcomers that are interested. 

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Mandy stared at her bedroom wall, focusing on a single point just to the right of her window. She tried not to look outside, although she could see the patio lights on at her neighbor's house. 

She had gotten home from university just three weeks ago, and it was still strange being back in her own room. Things were certainly quieter here than on campus, and yet Mandy seemed to have a knack for finding excitement, whether she wanted it or not. 

Despite the patio lights, the remainder of the neighbor's house was dark. She could never admit it, but part of her hoped that he was there, watching her. Her neighbor, Arthur McCrae, had lived next door for as long as she could remember. He had watched her grow up, and as a child she used to play in his backyard. He had even been her math teacher when she in the third grade. Now, staring at the wall, she tried to push the thought from her mind. 

Instead, she focused on the sensation of the cock buried within her. On her hands and knees, she felt a deep thrust from behind as Nick grunted, filling her with his warm seed. 

She remained motionless as his pumping subsided and he withdrew himself from her pussy. It did not take long before Tom took his place, slipping his shaft into her wet opening with ease. She tried to fight the oncoming orgasm, but as Tom grabbed her hips and began to fuck her, she knew it was futile. 

"Don't stop," she cried. "Fuck me harder." 

"I will if you say it," Tom replied, slowing his thrusts. 

"Please," Mandy whimpered. 

"Say it," he repeated. 

Mandy moaned. "I'm a slut, and I want your cum inside me." 

Tom's grip tightened, and he pulled her hips back forcefully, causing her to gasp. "What are you?" 

The words escaped her between short breaths. "I'm a slut..." 

"What are you?" 

Mandy looked up at Nick and his cell phone. "A dirty slut." She did not even care that he was recording her. This is nothing that they haven't already recorded, she thought. 

"Say it louder," Tom ordered. 

"I'm a fucking slut!" If Arthur is home, then he probably heard that. Luckily, her own house was empty aside from herself and the two boys. 

Satisfied with her complete submission, Tom pushed her down into her pillows and buried himself deep into her womanhood. 

"Fuck!" She screamed in ecstasy as her body shook with pleasure. She barely even noticed when another load of semen erupted inside her. 

Minutes later, the boys were dressed and gone, but Mandy did not move. 

She could still hardly believe how her life had unfolded over the past month. Not so long ago, she had been a relatively conservative girl—certainly not a virgin, but nothing like this. Now she had fucked more guys this month than she had throughout the rest of her life. However, she felt no shame or regret. 

Ever since Alex found out about her secret life, things had changed. She had fucked him there in her dorm room, and even worse, she had allowed him to share the intimate photos of her and Sarah with his friends. As far as Mandy knew, it was just Nick and Tom that had seen them so far, but she certainly did not trust them to keep it a secret. 

The moment Alex had left her dorm room, she knew she had gone too far. She had crossed a line she thought she would never cross, and she promised herself it would never happen again. 

But it did. And after making the same promise, it happened again. 

Once exams were finished and she was home for the summer, she convinced herself that it was over. However, she caved again with a couple of days of unpacking. There was something about Alex's complete indifference towards her that sparked her newfound desire to be objectified. 

And soon thereafter, Alex shared her with his friends. It was utterly humiliating the first time that she was asked to undress in front of Nick and Tom, but she did as she was told. The whole ordeal had gotten her so excited that, to this day, she still thought of it each night as she masturbated. 

It did not take long before the boys had learned all of her dark fantasies and secrets. She had unwillingly told them everything about her love of being exposed, her love of being vulnerable, her bisexual curiosity, and everything that Jess had confided in her. 

They took full advantage of her weakness, and now Mandy rarely went a day without seeing at least one of the three boys. 

But her favorite was always Alex. 

Nick and Tom were always eager to oblige her desire to be used, and she loved the way they talked down to her during sex. Every time that they called her a slut, it sent a shiver down her spine—and made her resent her body's sexual response. 

However, Alex seemed constantly bored of Mandy from the moment they first fucked. He talked to her as though he was doing her a favor with his time, and that she should be grateful. It was the same shitty behavior she had seen from him throughout high school. It was one of the many reasons she had hated him for so many years. And now, ironically, she wanted desperately to keep him interested. 

I am such a fucking idiot, she told herself after every meeting with him. But logic and self-respect got lost in the wake of each fiery orgasm. After only a few days apart, a part of her actually looked forward to seeing him. 

No... Don't you fucking dare show anything but hatred for him. He is blackmailing you. That's all this is. 

After several minutes, Mandy came back to reality and sat up in her bed. As she stood up, she could feel Tom and Nick's semen running down her thigh. Grabbing a pair of panties from the floor, she wiped the mess before it reached her knee. 

I should probably clean up before mom gets home. Mandy's mother had gone out with some friends for the night. Her parents had recently divorced before she moved away to university, and it was strange being home without her dad there. 

Standing up, she grabbed a shirt and pair of pajamas bottoms. Dressed, she headed out to the living room and watched television. Several minutes later, through the window she saw a pair of headlights pulling into Arthur's driveway. I guess he missed the show. 

Later that evening, she greeted her mother as she got home, and Mandy went to bed soon after. 

In her dreams, she was back in the boys' dorm. Everything was always the same—Sarah's face was buried between her legs. It used to be Kelly, but over time the female figure had become her best friend. Once it had even been Megan, but it was always one of the major figures in Mandy's newfound bisexuality. 

Laying back on the sofa, legs spread wide, Mandy stared back at a room full of her best friends and professors. She wanted to hide, to cover herself, to beg for forgiveness. Instead, she threw her head back and ran her fingers through Sarah's hair. 

Someone was cupping her breasts and she could not be certain if it was her own hand or one from the crowd. 

Across the room, Jess was bent over the table, getting fucked by a faceless stranger. In her dreams, Jess never looked Mandy in the eyes. I'm so sorry, Mandy thought. I let your secret out to the wrong people. 

Sarah's tongue was burning within her, and just as she was about to orgasm, she woke, breathing heavily. In the dark, her hand found its way to her clit, and she finished what the dream had started before falling back asleep. 

The next two days passed uneventfully. Each time Mandy saw Arthur in the driveway, she wondered what he would think if he learned what type of woman she had grown up to become. 

Saturday afternoon, as Mandy cleaned up the dishes from lunch, her mother came downstairs and recommended that they go see a movie. 

"Yeah, sure thing, mom." It had been ages since the two of them had gone to the movies together. When her parents were together, it had frequently been way for the two to bond outside the house. Now that she was home from university, Mandy had been looking for a chance to spend some time with her mother. 

The two girls decided on a thriller movie that was receiving strong reviews, and they made plans to see the early show after dinner. 

At the theater, Mandy recognized a few people that she had gone to school with. As she waited in line for concessions, she thought of the story that Jess had told her. Mandy imagined one of her male friends confronting her here and now about the slutty things she had done. She imagined him threatening to reveal her secret unless she sucked him off in the washroom... 

Oh god, she thought, shaking her head. What is wrong with me? Mom is just in the other room. 

She took out her phone and began typing. "Are we fucking tonight?" Her messages to Alex were never flowery. In the beginning, he was the one that would contact her with a time and place to meet. Now, it seemed like she was usually the one to prompt him. 

Popcorn in hand, she returned to the theater in time for the coming attractions. As the movie started and the lights dimmed, her brain switched gears and for a couple of hours, she was her old self. 

As she exited the cinema and got into the car, she checked her phone again to find a message waiting. "No," Alex had responded. "I'm busy." 

He seems to be busy a lot lately. She hated herself for feeling a pang of jealousy. 

She cooled her frustration before replying. "Okay fine." 

As her mother drove, she almost seemed to read Mandy's mind. "Do you have any plans tonight with your friends?" 

"No, it looks like I'm staying in tonight." 

"Oh okay," her mother replied. "I think I am going out for a couple of drinks with Judy, so I hope you don't mind having the place to yourself again for the night." 

"No, of course not, mom. Do you want me to pick you up later?" 

"No, that's okay. I don't want to keep you up if we are out late. I can take a cab." 

"Alright, if you're sure. I don't mind." 

Her mother assured her it was fine, and soon after they got home, Judy arrived to pick her up. 

"Have fun!" Mandy said as her mother went out the door. She was a little jealous that her own mother had something planned for the evening while she was stuck at home. She looked at the clock. Only 9:37pm. I guess I can watch another movie or something. 

A loud noise outside got her attention, but she thought little of it. A few minutes later, she heard what sounded like laughter. 

Getting up, she moved over to the living room window overlooking the front yard. The street was empty. The sun had gone down, but there was still enough light to scan the immediate area. She could not find the source of the noise, but as she looked at the neighbor's yard, she noticed three additional cars parked in the driveway and on the side of the street. I guess Arthur has guests over, she thought. 

Arthur was the same age as Mandy's parents, and they had even gone to school together. They shared many of the same friends, so Mandy knew many of his regular visitors. Some of them were fellow teachers, and some worked with her mother. 

They were being particularly loud this evening, but it did not really bother her. It sounded like they were in his backyard, and she decided to step outside and say hello. Perhaps they would even quiet down a little on their own if they knew she was home. Still wearing the tank top and shorts that she wore to the movie, she put on her sandals and stepped out the patio door. 

Her backyard was not huge, but she walked unnoticed until she stepped up to the fence separating the yards. Standing on her tippy toes, she looked over. Sitting in the patio chairs, she saw Arthur and four other male figures. In the fading twilight, she recognized Douglas Matthews, her high school gym teacher, Garrett Richards, her high school principle, and two men, Paul and Ian, that worked at her mother's agency. 

"Hi there, Mandy! Long time, no see." Paul was the first to notice her. 

Mandy had known most of these men since she was young, and they greeted her happily as she looked over the fence. Soon, they were all asking her about what she was doing now. 

She could tell from their slurred speech and from the number of empty bottles that they were clearly drinking. 

"Mandy," Arthur said, "You should come over and join us for a while. These guys haven't seen you in ages, and you're old enough now to have a beer with the guys." 

Mandy let out a small laugh, thinking he was joking. 

"No really. You're all alone over there, right? Come on over for a while. It'll be fine." The other guys agreed. 

"Umm..." she hesitated. "Yeah, I guess I might come over for a bit." Is this really a good idea when they're all drunk? For a moment, she thought about this group of older, intoxicated guys. She knew what they could be like when they were drinking. "But give me a few minutes," she continued. "I just got home, and I could really use a shower first." 

"Yeah, sure. We'll either be out here or inside." 

Mandy smiled and turned back towards the house. Once inside, she considered going back to her movie. They're all half-drunk and wouldn't even notice if I never went over. She paused in front of the stairs, biting her lip. Then again, it is a group of five older guys and I'm a young woman, she thought. 

Mandy was not narcissistic, but she was not stupid either—she knew that men enjoyed her company, and her mother's coworkers had even flirted with her in the past. However, aside from Arthur, she had not seen her former teacher and principle since graduation. 

It is kind of strange for them to see me now as a woman, finished high school. She had always been so quiet in her younger years. Always a straight 'A' student, she stayed out of trouble for the most part. 

But now... 

Mandy felt like she was floating as she moved up the stairs, towards her bedroom. She could still hear the guys through her open window as she entered the room. However, the night air went dead silent as reached down and grabbed her shirt, pulling it over her head and tossing it to the floor. I guess they can see me. So long as she stayed in the center her room, Arthur's backyard would offer a limited view from her waist up. 

Still acting oblivious, she unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, pushing them to the floor and kicking them aside. She felt numb and she could hardly breathe, standing in front of these men in her underwear. It was not one of her fancier sets, but her breasts always looked a full size larger crammed into the pink material. Although she knew that they could not see her matching thong, it still felt sexy to be so exposed. 

Turning her back towards her hidden audience, she reached behind her back and unceremoniously unhooked the bra, letting it drop. It all had to look natural, like a woman quickly getting ready for a shower, unaware of the open window. 

Taking a deep breath, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thong and slid it over her thighs. Even if they could not see it, she exaggerated her movements to make it obvious what she was doing. 

Naked, with her back to the window, she hesitated for a moment, realizing that she had no actual plan. She was only acting instinctively, and only now was she stopping to consider if this was a good idea. 

Resigned to her fate, she turned, giving a brief glimpse of her breasts as she wheeled towards the door and proceeded to the washroom, out of sight. 

Turning on the water, she had to stop and sit for a moment. Her hands and legs were shaking so hard that she thought she might faint. She had known most of those men since she was a child, and now she had just flashed them as casually as she had done for the boys' dormitory just a few weeks earlier. 

Calming her nerves, she stepped under the water. I certainly can't go over there now, she thought. How could I possibly look them in the eyes? 

She washed and shaved as quickly as possible, wishing desperately that she could sneak outside and hear what they were saying about her at this moment. Did they like what they saw? She had not even considered the possibility that these older men may not be interested in seeing their friends' and their neighbor's daughter undressed. 

No, she decided. I have known these guys long enough to know better than that. They are quintessential dirty old men, making lewd comments and sexual jokes on a regular basis. They would not balk at the opportunity to see a naked young woman. 

Within minutes, the water was off, and Mandy wrapped herself in a towel. She was not sure she could make the walk back to her room, but by now her body was accustomed to acting on its own. In a way, it made the whole experience easier to simply remove her own agency from the equation. 

Back in the center of her room, the towel hit the floor, and for a few seconds, she stood with her side towards the window. It was not a clear view of her breasts, but she knew that they would certainly get an eyeful, including some quick glimpses of her large pink nipples. 

Turning away from her audience, she stepped into another thong, red this time, and pulled it up. She wiggled her hips as she worked the undergarment into place. 

Grabbing the same yellow tank top from before, she put it on, deciding to go braless this time. Eyeing the khaki shorts, she bit her lip, thinking. No, I can do better than that. Instead she took a blue skirt from her closet and stepped into it. 

Looking at herself in the mirror, her nipples were subtly outlined in the material of her shirt, but she thought it looked like normal casualwear for the evening. The skirt fell only a few inches below her ass, much more appropriate for a nightclub than her neighbor's house. However, she liked the overall look, and considering the show they had hopefully just witnessed, she highly doubted that they would second guess her wardrobe. 

Realizing that she had no pockets to put her phone, nor a bra to stuff it in, she carried it by hand. 

Moments later, she was out in the backyard, but much to her surprise, as she peered over the fence, she found the neighbor's patio empty. 

She hesitated, wondering if this was perhaps a second chance for her to turn back. 

"Hey, Mandy! In here." The voice came from Arthur's kitchen window. There he stood, apparently waiting for her. "Come on in." 

Slowly, she obliged. As she opened his patio door, she saw the group of men sitting around the kitchen table. They all greeted her again, though this time there seemed to be hesitation in their voices. As she pulled up a chair between Mr. Matthews and Mr. Richards, she casually peeked in the direction of the kitchen window. 

Oh wow. The view of her bedroom window was pretty impressive from this angle. They might have seen a little more than I had anticipated. 

Arthur offered Mandy a beer, and she graciously accepted, putting her phone down next to her glass. They immediately began catching up, her former teachers particularly interested in her university studies. 




A Gift Amongst Friends Ch. 08



"A Bachelor of Science? That's great," Mr. Richards, her former principle announced. "I'm sure you're doing well. You were always an ace student, as I recall." 

Mandy smiled. "Yeah, I'm doing alright." Admittedly, her grades had begun to slip a bit in the final weeks of the recent semester. With her focus elsewhere, the exam period had been particularly difficult for her. However, she did not plan to go into that right now. 

Instead, she sipped at her beer, trying to read the minds of the men before her. They were all acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary, but something about their behavior was off. She caught Paul staring at her twice. Discreetly, she looked down at her chest and noticed her nipples poking against the fabric of her top. Oh god, this must be torture for them, she thought. They are all remembering what my tits look like. 

After a second beer, Arthur reached into the cupboard and pulled out a bottle of Tequila, followed by six shot glasses. 

The other guys let out playful groans. 

"Oh shit," Ian said. "Arthur, if I come home piss drunk again tonight, Tiffany is going to kill you." 

But despite their objections, they all took a glass. 

Mandy hesitated. "Oh... ummm... I don't know. I probably shouldn't. Tequila never ends well for me." 

"You don't have to. It's up to you. I still have lots of beer," Arthur offered. Mandy was genuinely surprised by his indifference. It was so refreshing to drink with older guys who seemed to have little to no interest in peer pressure. 

"Yeah, if I'm drinking Tequila, the night is about to get out of control," she joked. 

"Oh? I guess we wouldn't want that. I'd have to explain to your mother," Arthur replied with a smile. 

"No, she's gone out for the night. I just don't want to embarrass myself or do anything stupid." 

They all laughed and poured themselves a drink. Mandy watched them down it, followed by a second. 

"So, wait a minute... " Paul said. "Mandy, you sound like you're talking from experience." 

"I'd have a hard time believing that," Mr. Matthews, her former gym teacher chimed in. "You never seemed like the out of control type." 

"Oh, I don't know about that," Arthur responded. "I seem to recall you and Sarah running around here like mad hares when you were young." 

Mandy burst out laughing. "What?! We were like... seven! That doesn't count." 

That seemed to diffuse the tension. As Arthur poured the next round of shots, she spoke up. "Actually, what the hell. One or two shots won't kill me. I've had worse." She thanked him as she took the glass, and after her previous reluctance, she now felt self-conscious as she drank. "Oh wow," she said, setting the glass down. "That is much smoother than the stuff I've had before." 

"Yeah," Arthur replied, "It worth spending a bit extra for the good stuff. I can barely touch that cheap shit anymore." He seemed to stop for a moment, perhaps realizing that he had just swore in front of a former student. "... Anyway, I doubt you'll find much of this in a dorm room." 

It was true. Mandy and her friends typically bought whatever was cheapest, and it was nice to drink something better. She happily accepted another shot. 

Paul watched her closely as she took the second shot. "Well, there you go. I guess you'll be doing something crazy any moment now." 

Mandy laughed. "Oh, just wait and see. I'm fine now, but I bet you'll find me in the morning asleep in the driveway." 

The guys thought that was hilarious. After the third shot, Mandy was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol sneaking up on her. As she took her fourth shot, half of the liquid spilled onto her shirt. 

"Oh, there it is," Ian joked. "Arthur, you went and got Evelyn's daughter drunk. You should be ashamed of yourself." 

"No, I'm okay." She really was nowhere near drunk and drank far more than this on a regular basis. The spill was a genuine accident, unrelated to the alcohol. 

They did not seem to believe her, and Mr. Matthews spoke up. "Maybe I'll get to see this 'out-of-control' Mandy, after all. I'm sure she'll be starting brawls in no time." 

"I didn't mean that," she answered, despite his playful sarcasm. "I just mean that... well, never mind." 

Now that really got their attention. "What, are you going to start dancing naked or something?" Paul asked. The other guys glared at him, seemingly unsure that the joke was appropriate. However, they all awkwardly laughed. 

Mandy giggled. After all, as far as they were concerned, she was completely oblivious to what they had witnessed just a half hour earlier. "No, I think it would take more shots for me to do that!" 

They all laughed, but Arthur quickly put another shot in front of her. 

As they continued to joke, it became clear that the group really thought she was more drunk than she really was. "I'm starting to think that you made up this crazy, drunken version of you," Ian teased. 

They are pretty much daring me to do something stupid, she realized. For now, she would continue to tease them. "No way, but I have to see you guys all again, and I don't need my parents hearing that I came over here and got drunk." 

"Do you really think we would rat you out like that?" Arthur grinned. 

"And besides, you're already drunk," Mr. Matthews added. 

"Ha!" Mandy almost snorted. She was certainly starting to feel tipsy, but was still not that bad. However, she found it entertaining how they kept trying to convince her of her drunkenness. "Oh, you'll know when I'm drunk!" 

"Oh?" That piqued their interest. "And how so?" 

"Because I'll start telling you stuff that I would never talk about sober." 

Paul took the bait. "Like what?" 

She giggled. "I don't know... like sex and stuff I guess." 

"Well, now you need to tell us something. You can't just leave us hanging like that." 

"No way!" The combination of alcohol, adrenaline, and a captive male audience was a beginning to wear down her resistance. She was teasing them and loving every moment. 

"Oh, come on." Arthur encouraged. "Tell us something that you wouldn't tell us sober. Our lips are sealed." 

Mandy just smiled and shook her head. 

Mr. Richards, who had been mostly silent during this exchange, finally spoke up. "You guys realize that she is just leading you on, right?" He looked her in the eye and smirked. "Maybe you do have a bit of a wild side, after all." 

Mandy blushed. "Sometimes." She was not used to people seeing through her so easily. Am I that easy to read? 

"Okay," Paul said, determined, "well, just tell us something and we will let it go." 

She grinned widely. "Well... what do you want to know?" 

"Something you would never tell us sober." 

She was having so much fun. "You'll need to be more specific than that." 

"Okay well..." He looked to the other guys as though he was seeking the courage to put a question out there on their behalf. "...Umm... what is the craziest thing you've ever done?" 

She looked from Paul to Mr. Richards, and back again. It was a question she had expected, but she was not sure she could give the answer that she wanted. As she struggled to find the words, she could feel her face turning red. "Well... I don't know if I should tell you that." 

The guys all voiced their disapproval and assured her that her secret was safe with them. 

"Umm... I—" She stuttered, unusually nervous considering everything she had done recently. "I used to flash the neighbors at my dorm. I mean, I would pretend that it was an accident. I'd leave the curtains open and get changed as if I didn't know."  

The guys looked to one another, but said nothing. 

Mandy continued. "And I guess I probably did some crazier stuff than that, but I was pretty drunk." 

Arthur poured another round of shots as Mr. Matthews finally spoke. "Wow... wish I could be your neighbor." 

Mandy and Arthur looked at each other for a half second as they laughed. She took a drink and stared out the window towards her own bedroom window. "Well, accidents can happen I suppose." 

"I guess that is true." 

Mandy stood up and leaned over the table, towards the window. "I never realized how well you could see my room from here." As she leaned forward, she could feel her skirt lifting, coming ever closer to the lower contours of her ass. 

"Careful there, Mandy," Arthur warned, light-heartedly. "Or Doug might take a look up your skirt." 

Still leaning forward, she looked from Mr. Matthews to Arthur. "It's okay, I'm wearing panties." When I get home, I think I'll have to give them another show after all this teasing, she thought. 

"Are you?" Mr. Matthew shamelessly leaned to the side to get a better vantage point. "It doesn't look like it." 

"Yes!" She cried with a laugh. Mandy loved that they were no longer even trying to be discreet with their flirting. Once she was back in her room, she would need to up the ante. Would it be too much if I masturbated for them? Is there such thing as too much after everything that I've— 

Just as she was about to sit down, she felt her skirt creeping up even farther. Startled, she turned her head to find Mr. Matthews holding the hem. She stared at him, dumbfounded. 

"What? You said you were wearing panties. I just wanted to confirm." He pulled the back of the skirt up, so that it was at waist level. Her butt cheeks were now on display to the two men sitting beside her, the material of the thong nestled deeply between them. 

Mandy squealed and knocked his hand away, flattening the skirt down into place. "There, are you happy now?!" She should have been mad, but she was not, and her voice sounded more amused than angry. 

"Very." 

Mandy quickly sat back down before he could think of pushing his luck again. 

"So was she wearing any?" Paul asked. "We couldn't see over here." 

"Not really," Mr. Matthew answered with a smirk. 

"What?!" Mandy was confused. "Yes I was... I mean, yes I am. It's a thong." 

"Well, it's your word against Doug's." 

Ian spoke up, catching the direction that the conversation was going. "I guess you're going to have to prove it." 

"What?! No way!" She could feel her nipples hardening beneath the thin material of her top. Oh shit, she thought as her body began to betray her. The alcohol was finally hitting her all at once. Beneath the bright kitchen lights, there was no way that they would not notice. 

"Just a quick peek." 

She hesitated, caught between the wants of her heart and her brain. They noticed her hesitation, and the other guys began to immediately cheer her on. So much for peer pressure, she thought. It suddenly dawned on her that perhaps she was drunk after all. It's not like I haven't already flashed them. Is this really that bad? Trying to feign cool indifference, she asked, "What do I get if I do?" 

Ian laughed. "The satisfaction of proving Doug wrong." 

The silence that followed lasted for only a few seconds, but Mandy felt the weight of it on her shoulders. We all want the same thing, she realized. I don't know why I'm even trying to fight it. 

Pushing her chair back, she stood and turned. With her back to the audience, she reached behind and took the bottom of her skirt in both hands. Before giving herself a chance to rethink her actions, she lifted the skirt. Even with her back to them, she could feel all of their eyes on her mostly exposed ass. 

"There, see? Underwear. Doug is just a liar," she said, proud of her victory. Dropping the skirt, she turned back towards the men. It felt strange to refer to her former teacher by his first name. 

Ian spoke again. "I believe you, but they don't leave much to the imagination now, do they. What is the front like?" 

Without a word, Doug grabbed the skirt a second time and lifted it entirely, exposing her from the waist down. This time, the men were treated to a view of her panty-clad crotch. Although the thong provided ample coverage in the front compared to the rear, it was still startling to have nothing but a thin layer of red lace between this group of men and her most private region. 

Again, she squealed and knocked the skirt from his hands. Again, she knew that she should have been angry, but she could not hold back from a fit of giggling. 

She needed to cool down. The warm night, the alcohol, and the excitement were starting to get to her, and the more that she perspired, the more her tank top would cling to her skin. "I'm going to the washroom," she announced. "You guys are getting way too hands-on." The words would have sounded condemning if not for the huge grin across her face. 

"Do you want us to stop?" Paul asked. 

Mandy did not answer, but merely looked back and stuck her tongue out at the group before exiting the kitchen into the living room. On her right was the stairs, and on her left was a small downstairs washroom. 

Finally alone, she splashed some cold water on her face and took a quick pee. After taking a moment to catch her breath, she stared at the mirror and wondered if she could go back out there. They've seen a whole new side of you tonight, she told her reflection. How are you going to proceed from here? 

Taking a deep breath, she slipped her hands under her skirt and took hold of her thong by the waistband. Slowly, she slipped it down her thighs until it passed her knees and dropped of its own accord. 

Leaving it on the floor where it landed, she left the washroom and took her seat in the kitchen. 

"Mandy," Paul said immediately as she sat, "we were having a debate while you were gone." 

"Oh?" 

"Yeah. You proved you're wearing panties. But you never mentioned a bra." 

Holy fuck. Is this really happening? The words caught in her throat as she tried to speak. "I... I'm not." 

"That's what I said," Paul answered enthusiastically. "Arthur didn't believe me". He waited a moment before moving on to his obvious next question. "Can you be a good sport and settle it for good?" 

"I'm not wearing one," she repeated, sheepishly. 

"Yeah, I know. But can you prove Arthur wrong for me? I'd really appreciate it." 

She could not believe how forward these guys had become in the last hour. "How?" At the very least, I'm going to make him say it. 

"Well, I guess the most definitive way would be to give us a quick look." 

"So... lift my shirt?" 

"I was actually going to suggest taking it off." 

"No way! This is all you get." As she spoke, Mandy grabbed the bottom on her shirt with one hand. She slowly lifted it, revealing her toned midsection. Just as the shirt reached the bottom of her breasts, she stopped. The pale flesh of her young breasts peeked out from under the yellow material. With each breath, she could feel her globes pushing out from under their cover, trying to break free. 

Within a split second, she brought her other arm up across her chest just as she gave the top a firm yank, spilling her ample chest. Looking down, her nipples were mostly covered, with her large pink areolas just barely protruding from the modest cover provided by the arm. 

All eyes were locked on her, as every man in the room waited to see her next move. To their disappointment, she dropped the shirt and slipped it back over her body. "There. No bra." 

"That doesn't count," Paul argued. "But that's okay. No need to do anything you don't want to do." 

So now it's up to me, is it? "Alright, well in that case..." In a single gesture, she grabbed the shirt and gave it a lift, revealing her breasts for less than second before covering herself again. The guys let out a celebratory cry that reminded her of someone scoring a winning goal. It momentarily brought her back to her night in the boys' dormitory, with Kelly... 

"Much better," Ian said, vocalizing the obvious consensus of the group. 

"Good," Mandy said, trying to suppress her body's desires. "Now, let's talk about something other than my boobs." 

"I don't know if I can," Mr. Matthews admitted with a laugh. 

They tried for a short while, but sexual themes and jokes kept slipping back into the conversation. The guys were interested in hearing about more of Mandy's experience at university. She finally relented, telling the story of the toga party and losing her gown in front of the large crowd. 

"That must have been scary," Mr. Richards responded, "being exposed in front of a bunch of horny college boys." 

"A little, but it was all in good fun." 

"I like your idea of fun," Ian said, looking her in the eyes with a smirk. 

"Me too," she said, returning the gesture. 

Her heart was pounding, and she was not sure how much longer she could tease them like this before she came from the thrill alone. Biting her lower lip, she stood and leaned over the table again, looking out towards the window. She leaned farther this time, resting her elbows on the surface. 

"I guess I should probably go soon," she lied. "I think I might have left the TV on—" 

With only a chuckle as warning, she felt the back of her skirt being pulled up again. "Oh shit," Mr. Matthews muttered, seeing her bare ass exposed this time. 

"What is it?" The other guys asked, almost in unison. 

Mr. Matthews and Mr. Richards grinned at one another and grabbed each side of the skirt, raising it. Mandy squealed again in response and pressed both hands across the front to hold it in place. They continued to playfully tug, lifting the back higher and putting more strain on the front. She worried that the material might rip, but she could only laugh as they wrestled. 

Her ass was now fully exposed to the two men behind her, and she tried to lean forward to keep a tight grip on her garment. Trying to maintain her footing, she spread her stance wider and locked her elbows to her sides. 

"Nice try, guys!" She bragged, as it finally seemed like they were easing their efforts. Suddenly, a hand slipped up between her thighs and came to rest over her bare crotch. Surprised, a gasp was the only sound she could muster. 

She released the skirt and grabbed the invading hand. She intended to pull it away, but something stopped her. A realization sparked in the back of her mind. If you don't stop this, you are writing them a blank cheque to do as they please. 

As she started to stand upright, another hand on her back held her steady. Her head raced with thoughts. Now is your last chance to say something. This is a line that you never even imagined crossing before—your parents' friends. It's degrading, this and opens you up to all kinds of collateral damage that you haven't even considered. Stop it now. 

Mandy loosened her grip and placed her hands flat on the table. Spreading her legs wider apart, the hand now explored her unhindered. A finger immediately slipped between the folds of her aroused lips and into her moist cunt. She drew a sharp breath and pushed her hips back. 

"Oh, fuck," Arthur exclaimed from across the table as he stared at his young neighbor. 

Mandy looked up at him, but coherent words refused to escape her lips. 

"I knew she was getting flirty," Paul said in awe, "but I had no idea she was so horny." 

"Oh, you have no idea," Mr. Matthew announced from behind her. "She is dripping wet back here." 

Well, at least I know whose hand is inside me now, she thought. His finger was now stretching her hungry opening and pushing deeper inside of her body. 

Ian smiled at her but spoke to the remainder of the group. "Who would have thought Travis' little girl would turn out to be such a friendly young woman? I wonder who she picked that up from." 

They were talking about her as if she was not even there. However, even if she had wanted to defend herself, her attention was focused on the force building between her legs. She put her weight on the table, afraid that her knees would give way. 




A Gift Amongst Friends Ch. 08



Mr. Matthews responded to her body tensing up by curling his finger with each push. Mandy cried out as an orgasm came crashing through her. Her pussy tightened around the assaulting finger, trying to hold him in place as he pulled out. 

"Well, it looks like she wants it pretty bad," Mr. Richards spoke behind her. "I can't say 'no' to a pussy like that." 

Defeated, Mandy waited for the inevitable. A pair of hands grabbed her by the hips, and she readied herself. Already well lubricated, his cock entered her in a single thrust, with little resistance. She tried to hold her breath, but a groan escaped her as he began to slowly fuck her. 

The other guys were still seated, watching this unfold. This is who I am to them now, she thought. It doesn't matter what ever happens after this. I could be a doctor... a successful CEO... or even a politician, but to these men, I will always be this girl, bent over a kitchen table, getting fucked by a man twice my age as his best friends watch. To these men, I will always be who I am tonight. 

"Here..." He said. Mandy was pulled from the table as Mr. Richards sat in his chair. She followed, sitting back on his lap, facing towards the group. She could no longer bury her face in the table—she was now forced to stare back at her audience. 

She needed no coaxing to begin lifting her body and pushing herself back into his. With each push, she could feel his cock driving farther inside her. With his left hand, he reached around and pulled up the front of her skirt. With her legs spread wide over his, her shaven pussy was now finally on display, wrapped around his cock, and she could no longer fake modesty. 

Arthur quietly got up from the table and left the room. Mandy was starting to think that he had gone to relieve himself when he returned with a camcorder. Turning it on, he pointed it at the scene before him. "You don't mind, do you?" 

Still unable to speak, she could only moan in short breaths as she shook her head no. 

Mr. Richards' right hand slipped under her shirt and took a handful of her breast. He squeezed her and pinched her nipple between his finger and thumb, sending bolts of pleasure through her. Soon after, he lifted her shirt, spilling her large breasts out into view. There was no hiding them now, as his hands explored every inch of her exposed skin. 

Mandy closed her eyes. She imagined she was back in her principal's office, shirt pushed up to her armpits, skirt bunched up around her waist, riding the principal at his desk. Mandy, the innocent, quiet girl that nobody second-guessed, was letting the schoolmaster use her body as he pleased. 

She lifted her arms as Ian stepped forward and allowed her shirt to be removed. Now topless, she leaned back in Mr. Richards' lap, enjoying the sensation of her figure being groped by someone other than Alex and his friends. It always felt more thrilling for somebody to enjoy her body for the first time—even when she was offering herself like a complete slut, it made her feel like a goddess to be pawed and fondled with such reverence. 

"Is he going to cum in her?" Arthur asked, recording the whole scene. 

"You're fucking right I am," answered the voice behind her in between grunts. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down firmly. She could feel his cock pulsing as burst after burst of his seed erupted within her. 

Once he was fully spent, she climbed off, somewhat unsteady from the combination of alcohol and adrenaline. Looking around the table at the other men, she knew she was far from finished here. 

Ian and Paul were the next to step up, standing in front of her and behind her, respectively. She lost track of whose hand belonged to whom as they touched her body. They moved slowly, delicately, obviously still uncertain if their actions were appropriate. 

Mandy decided to remove all doubt, wrapping her slender fingers around the bulge in Ian's pants. "I bet you've wanted this for a while now, haven't you?" She asked, unzipping him and taking his growing dick into her bare hands. She dropped to her knees and looked up at him with a grin. "I certainly have." 

The last part was not necessarily true, but she was now in the middle of a performance, and she had a character to maintain. 

"Mmmm," Ian moaned as she wrapped her mouth around him, lingering for a moment to let him savor the sensation. 

Beside her, Paul was taking out his own cock, rubbing it until she took him in her free hand. This was not the first time she had pleasured two men at once. Only a few months ago, the thought of a threesome had been nothing more than an occasional guilty fantasy. Now it seemed like a common occurrence. 

Stroking both men, she moved her mouth from one to the other, running her tongue around the head of each. She enjoyed giving head, as it gave her an opportunity to showcase her skill and sensuality. Nothing shows a man how horny you are like enthusiastically sucking his dick. 

"Oh, man..." Ian whispered between breaths. After a few short minutes, his cum filled Mandy's mouth, and she swallowed it hungrily, pulling every last drop from him before turning her attention fully towards Paul. 

Placing his hands on the back of her head, he pulled her rhythmically, fucking her face. He stared down at his conquest. "You grew up to be a nice little cocksucker, didn't you?" 

"Mmmhmm," she answered as best as she could. She wrapped her fingers around his balls and gently caressed them as he quickened the pace. 

"Here it comes," he announced, taking a handful of her hair and pulling her head back. His other hands wrapped around his dick and stroked it violently. Mandy opened her mouth wide and looked up at him. The first shot of cum formed a trail across her face, landing in her hair. The next two were directed at her forehead, and she could feel it running down her face as she caught the remaining drops in her mouth. 

"Oh god, yes!" she exclaimed. 

"Jesus Christ, Paul! Careful you don't get that shit all over my kitchen!" Arthur joked, causing the men to all laugh. 

Barely able to open her eyes, Mandy felt a hand pull her back to her feet. She obliged, leaning forward over the table. 

Another cock entered her pussy, pushing her body hard into the wooden surface. As she was fucked from behind, the semen on her face slowly trickled down towards her mouth. She was not even certain who was fucking her for several minutes, until she heard her former gym teacher's distinct voice. "Mandy, this isn't the first time I've seen you naked." 

"Mmm?" She could not speak, only whimper as he thrusted himself into her. She assumed he was referring to the window, only an hour ago. 

"That's right," he continued, slowing his pace. "Last year, when you were trying out for the swim team. You were the last one out of the pool to go get showered. I made sure everyone else was gone, and I snuck in around the corner. It was just you and that friend of yours... what's her name?" 

"Sarah..." Mandy answered, shocked. She wanted to be angry, but she was too lost in the moment to feel anything but lust. 

"Yeah, Sarah." His pace seemed to quicken at the sound of her name. "You two girls were the only ones left. You were both in the shower, and you didn't hear me, so I watched for a good thirty seconds. Fuck, if I had known what type of girl you are, I would have fucked you right then and there." 

What type of girl I am... 

Mandy tried to remember the day in particular. She tried to remember a time that it was just her and Sarah in the shower. I would have been so much more innocent then. I would have freaked out if I knew that Mr. Matthews was watching. But now... 

The thought of him hiding in the shadows, watching her and Sarah wash their naked, eighteen-year old bodies drove her crazy with passion. She pushed her body back to meet his thrusts. "I knew you were there," she lied. 

"Oh yeah? And you just let me watch?" 

"Mmmhmm. Did you enjoy it?" 

She jumped as she felt his finger tracing the crevice of her butt crack. It slid between her cheeks and circled her sphincter. The tickling sensation sent shivers through her body. "Of course. Did Sarah know too?" 

Mandy gasped as the finger pushed gently, stretching the tight opening and entering her. She had done anal sex twice before, but never had anyone put something in her ass while her pussy was getting fucked. The additional stimulation was almost more than she could handle. She never wanted this moment to end, and her role play only pushed her further. "Yes..." 

"Nice... Do you girls ever fool around?" 

"Mmmhmm." It was bending the truth, but Mandy was in another world now, blurring the line between fantasy and reality. Both she and Mr. Matthews wanted the same thing, and she was willing to do anything to achieve it. 

The other guys made some comments about her revelation, but she could not hear them—she was focused on the cock buried within her. Mr. Matthews pulled himself from her pussy and removed his finger, leaving Mandy whimpering for more. "Turn around," he instructed. 

As she turned to face him, he pulled her skirt down over her hips, dropping it to the floor. He pushed her back onto the table and grabbed each of her ankles, spreading her legs wide. Completely open and defenceless, he pressed the head of his dick against her ass. His finger had helped to loosen her up, but she still winced as he forced his manhood into her tight hole. 

It took a few seconds for the discomfort to pass, and waves of pleasure shot through her body with each thrust. She moaned loudly. This is so dirty. My former gym teacher, who is apparently a creepy voyeur, is fucking me in the ass. I am giving them everything... everything that they want. 

However, there was still one thing that she had left to offer. Lying prone, she reached her arm back behind her head, fishing blindly. Finding the phone by touch, she unlocked it and opened up her picture gallery. 

Staring back at her was every erotic photo she had taken over the past two months. Everything, including the ones from her camera, were conveniently stored in one folder. On rare occasions, she had opened them on the bus or waiting in line, secretly hoping that somebody would notice them over her shoulder. Now, they were entirely at her disposal. 

Saying nothing, she offered the phone to the man inside her. Confused, he accepted, staring dumbfounded at the screen. His eyes shot wide as he realized what he was looking at. 

"What is it?" Paul asked. 

"It's her and Sarah... naked." 

The guys explored her photos diligently while Mr. Matthews continued to fuck Mandy with increased energy. They even snapped several more photos of her sprawled on her back, legs spread wide with a dick in her ass. 

She came twice more before she could finally feel him tensing inside of her. Finally, he came, filling her last opening with his cum as he ogled her best friend's body on Mandy's phone. 

Exhausted and unable to move, Mandy watched as Mr. Matthews pulled out and her neighbor stepped between her legs and looked over his prize. Here I am, she thought. All yours at last. 

He wasted no time with foreplay, and Mandy moaned as he entered her tender womanhood. This was a man that she had known and trusted as long as she could remember. When they were younger, she and Sarah would joke about how handsome he was, and when they first learned about sex, they had childishly dared one another to sleep with him. 

She was his friends' daughter, and now she was naked on his kitchen table, being served to him for his every want and desire. 

Her body bounced with each powerful thrust, and her breasts sprang wildly. She took her nipples between her forefingers and thumbs, twisting them softly, wanting him to watch her debase herself. I'm not sure if I can possibly debase myself any more than this. My face and thighs are dripping with semen. 

Two of the other guys disappeared into the next room with Mandy's phone, but she barely took notice. Probably copying my gallery onto Arthur's computer, she figured. It's not like I could stop them if I wanted to. 

Arthur placed her ankles on his shoulders, allowing him deeper entry into her enraptured body. She arched her back and let out a cry as she climaxed once again. Thank god mom isn't home. 

Her muscles tightened around Arthur's cock, and he grabbed her hips. He pulled her body firmly against his, and she could feel his warm cum coating her womb. 

Exhaling, she waited for him to finish. Quietly, she lowered herself from the table and picked up her clothes. For the first time since all of this started, Mandy felt awkward and somewhat ashamed, getting dressed in silence while the men watched. 

"Leaving already?" Paul asked, stepping back into the room and placing her phone on the table. 

"Yeah..." She said meekly, staring at the floor in nothing but her socks and skirt. "I should go home and get another shower." 

"Just stay a bit longer," he assured her, putting an arm around her shoulder. "Arthur's got a perfectly good shower here, don't you Art?" 

Slowly, Mandy followed into the living room and towards the stairs. She felt her skirt being lowered to the ground as she approached the top. Leaving it behind, she stepped obediently into the bedroom. "...Maybe just a little longer."