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   I'm going to do it.  This is it, Mandy thought to herself as she waited
for the knock on her door.  Her heart was beating like crazy, and her hands
were shaking with excitement.  She looked at the message on her computer
screen, telling her that he would be there in a minute.  It was sent over
two minutes ago.  He's going to know that something is up if he sees me
trembling like this.  She paced around the tiny university dorm room,
waiting.  She was glad that her roommate, Megan, was gone out for the
evening so that she couldn't see Mandy's sorry state.  She took a deep
breath to calm herself, staring at the camera sitting on her desk.  The
knock at the door made her jump.

   "Coming!" she shouted as she leapt towards the desk.  I can't do this.
No way.  It was stupid of me to think that I could.  She quickly grabbed
the camera and switched it on.  Come on, come on, hurry!  With a couple of
button presses, she cleared the memory.  She checked it once, twice, three
times to make sure that the memory card was blank before she dared turn it
off again.

   Camera in hand, she opened the door and greeted her friend Jacob. 
"Sorry about that, I was getting dressed," she explained with a nervous
laugh.

   "No problem," Jacob replied, smiling.  "Thanks for letting me borrow
your camera for the weekend.  My brother and I are taking a drive along the
coast, and I don't know what is wrong with the camera I got for Christmas
last year.  It keeps dying on me, and it's cleared the memory on me a
couple times.  I guess I need a new one, but I can't afford it right now."

   "Yeah...Sure, no problem.  Any time!" Mandy was a nervous wreck.
"Is...is something wrong?" Jacob had been friends with Mandy for almost two
years now, and he could tell something was off.  She seemed to be avoiding
eye contact with him.

   "No, of course not!  It's just that, I uhh...I'm in a hurry to get ready
so I can go out tonight." "Oh cool, where are you going?"

   Shit, please just leave.  Mandy really didn't want to lie, but she
hadn't left herself much choice.  "I'm going out.  I mean, I'm going to the
bar.  We haven't figured out which one yet."

   "Awesome." Normally, Jacob would have made small talk and asked about
her plans, but she didn't seem talkative, and he didn't want to push the
issue.  Although he had expressed interest in Mandy during their freshmen
year, she did not seem to feel the same way towards him.  He had gotten his
hopes up one evening after a drunken kiss between them, but she assured him
the next day that it had just been the alcohol.  That was over a year and a
half ago, and he had since moved on.  "Alright, well I guess I won't keep
you then.  Thanks again for camera.  I'll have it back to you by Monday at
the latest.  See ya."

   "Bye." She quickly closed the door and sat down, glad to finally be off
her trembling legs.  She was disappointed in herself.  She had looked
forward to this evening for days and had hardly slept the night before in
anticipation.  I should have known that I would chicken out.

   It had all started almost a month ago when her other friend, David,
asked to use her camera for a class project.  This was nothing new for
Mandy.  She loved photography and she had invested in a quality camera last
summer before her trip to New York.  She didn't mind lending it to her
friends, because she knew that money was tighter for them and a camera
isn't a wise investment for someone that is thousands of dollars in debt to
student loans.  She also knew that her friends were trustworthy and would
be careful with her belongings.  So, as per usual, she agreed to lend it to
David.  However, and hour before he came over to pick it up, Mandy came to
a shocking realization: she had left some inappropriate pictures on her
memory card.  She had taken some pictures for a former boyfriend.  It was
mostly innocent stuff, but there were a couple topless photos in here as
well.  Fortunately she remembered in time to delete the pictures before
handing the camera off to David, but the experience had gotten her
thinking...what if she hadn't remembered?

   The thought initially terrified her.  She had considered putting a stop
to her camera lending policy just in case it ever happened again, but that
seemed excessive.  It wasn't her friends' fault, and it would be mean of
her to stop helping them out.  After receiving the camera back from David,
she decided that she would just have to be more careful in the future.

   However, she couldn't stop thinking about her close call.  She sometimes
imagined what would have happened if she hadn't deleted the pictures.  She
imagined David taking her camera home, and she imagined the expression on
his face as he discovered these sexy images of her.  She imagined her own
embarrassment and helplessness at the realization that her friend had seen
her exposed.  But mostly, she imagined what David would think of her.

   Mandy seemed to get along better with guys than girls, even as a kid. 
When she moved to university last year to start her science degree, old
habits returned, and she found herself making more male friends than
female. It wasn't that she didn't like women.  Mandy was shy, which meant
that she rarely reached out to make new friends.  Instead, she let people
come to her.

   Given that she was attractive, young, and female, it was no surprise
that guys were more likely to take the initiative.  As a teenager, she had
been taller than all of the other girls in her class, and it resulted in
her feeling insecure about her appearance.  Her breasts had also been slow
to develop and she had always been a little wide in the hips, so for a long
time, she had perceived herself as a freak.  She eventually grew into her
body, 5'10", 135 lbs., 34C, with hips that accentuated her round ass.  Her
hair was a dark brown cascade of curls that fell down just below her
shoulders, and she had a slender face with a prominent nose.  She knew that
guys found her attractive.  Nevertheless, her childhood insecurities never
fully left her as she got older.

   Although guys had been interested in Mandy for some time, she was often
unresponsive to their advances.  She wasn't cold, but she rarely returned
flirtations.  She preferred being treated like just another guy in the
group, and her male suitors typically turned into male friends.  David and
Jacob both fell into this category.

   This incident with David and the camera had woken something dormant in
her though.  With her past boyfriends, Mandy had always been mildly
submissive, preferring to give herself up to her lover.  In those
instances, being powerless to another individual had always turned her on.
She couldn't help but imagine David flipping through topless photos of her,
seeing a whole new side to sweet, innocent, Mandy.  But more importantly,
she obsessed over how the whole ordeal would have been nothing but an
accident, a simple error that would leave her completely vulnerable to a
friend who would certainly enjoy his discovery.  Like in her past
role-play, she would have been a powerless victim...and that concept
excited her.  Time and again, she shook the thoughts from her head,
reminding herself how inappropriate they were, but they would inevitably
return.

   A week after the incident, they crept into her mind while she was in the
shower.  The combination of warm water, aromatic scents, and arousing
thoughts left in her a relaxed state.  Only half aware of her actions, she
allowed a hand to find its way downward, and soon she began to pleasure
herself.  She was ashamed of how easily her fingers slipped inside of her,
but not ashamed enough to stop herself.  Minutes later, after one of the
most intense orgasms that she had ever experienced, she realized that this
fantasy was far from over.  She was still terrified of her male friends
seeing her intimate pictures, but that fear was part of the thrill.  She
now wished that things had happened differently -"that she had forgotten
the images for David to find.

   She could simply allow one of her male friends to see her naked.  She
could either have sex with one of them or email them a naked picture of
herself...Both of those options were fun and exciting, but neither got her
heart beating like the original fantasy.  It had to seem accidental and
nonconsensual.  She wanted to be exposed, and she wanted to be vulnerable,
but she also wanted to appear innocent and powerless.  In her fantasy,
control had to be removed from her hands.  In her fantasy, she was
oblivious, just a stupid girl that had fallen victim to her own
carelessness...and that's what she wanted her voyeur to believe.

   The fantasy followed her night and day, and finally, it was settled. 
She was going to do it.  She wasn't sure how or when, but that didn't
matter.  The fact that she planned to do it was enough for the moment.

   Three days ago, the opportunity presented itself when Jacob asked if he
could use Mandy's camera while his brother was in town.  Mandy happily
agreed, and re-uploaded the same pictures that she had deleted weeks ago
for David -"the images that started this whole fantasy.  In most of the
pictures she was fully clothed, but after several images, they took a more
sexual turn.  In one, she was showing off a lacey bra, while in another she
was lifting her skirt to show a pair of pink panties beneath.  Finally, in
the last images, she was opening up a zip-up hoodie to reveal that she was
topless underneath.  After two images of deepening cleavage, the final two
images showed the hoodie fully unzipped and Mandy's perky breasts,
completely exposed.  Her large pink nipples stood erect as her eyes stared
seductively into the camera...

   It was these same images that she had just deleted for a second time
before Jacob had a chance to see them.  Ugh, I've been waiting for this for
weeks, and I chickened out!  As she listened to Jacob walking away down the
hall, she knew that her second chance had passed.  Next time, she thought
as she got up and moved back to her desk.  Next time will be different.  I
swear.

   Immediately, Mandy started planning.  Obviously, the pictures would need
to be on the memory card the next time that somebody borrowed it.  However,
if the pictures were the only thing on the card, it might rouse suspicion.
In contrast, if the memory card was too full or if the erotic images were
buried in the middle of a large list, they might go unnoticed.  After a
couple of days, she decided on a plan.

   True to his word, Jacob gave the camera back to Mandy on Monday
afternoon.  The next evening, after getting back to her dorm room, she got
to work.  She knew that Megan had evening classes and that she'd have the
room to herself for at least another hour.  Mandy wanted to start the
images off slow, but she needed a couple of pictures that would grab the
viewer's attention.  She went over to her closet and dug out her black
bikini.  She had bought it several years ago, while still in high school,
but it was so revealing that she hadn't gotten many opportunities to wear
it.  She quickly changed into it and admired herself in the mirror.

   It certainly showed a lot of skin and would attract the eye, but it was
no more scandalous than the type of pictures that teenage girls regularly
posted online.  Her breasts had grown in the years since she bought it, and
it was tighter than she remembered.  It looked like she was ready to spill
out of her top at any moment.  It would more than suffice for this purpose,
but she didn't think that it would offer much coverage if she actually wore
it to go swimming.  She turned around and examined the way that the thin
material complemented her ass.

   I can't believe that I am doing this, she thought as her heart speeded
up.  She picked up her camera, took aim at herself in the mirror, smiled,
and clicked.  She examined the picture and decided that the lighting was
too dark.  She opened the curtain, but it was getting dark outside and the
dwindling sunlight from the window wasn't enough.  She turned on the
overhead light, switched on the camera's flash, and took the same photo
again.  The reflection of the flash blinded her for a second, but when her
vision returned, she checked the camera.  The photo was much better this
time.  It was the typical self-absorbed mirror shot that girls frequently
took, but with the added sexiness of a skimpy bikini.  That should catch
the guys' attention.  She took a few more photos in different poses, and
then went back to her closet.  She wanted to give the impression that the
following images were from a different session.

   It was time to get to the crucial shots, and she decided that she wanted
these pictures to contain some of the same elements as the original ones.
She could have merely re-uploaded those same photos a second time, but this
seemed more fun.  Moreover, this would give her an opportunity to take some
more risquÃ(C) pictures.  However, she knew that the photo shoot would have
to be short, only a few photos, or else it might seem suspicious that she
had forgotten it.

   Mandy pulled out the same zip-up hoodie that she had worn in the
original photo shoot, along with the same pair of pink panties, putting
both on, with nothing else.  Returning to the mirror, she lifted the camera
and paused in consideration.  Why not?  I've already come this far.  She
reached under her hoodie and removed the panties, leaving only the hoodie
between her naked body and the camera.  It was a large grey hoodie that
just barely reached the bottom of her ass and had the school logo printed
over her left breast.  If Mandy stood upright and perfectly still, the
sweater sufficiently hid all of her important bits.  If she moved, it was a
whole other story.

   She raised the camera again and snapped a photo from the waist up.  In
the next photo, she lowered the zipper to reveal some cleavage.  She
lowered it far more for the next shot, letting the zipper rest an inch
below her perky breasts.  With such a deep opening, it would be obvious to
the viewer that she was not wearing anything underneath -"even a bra. 
Next, she turned around, pointed the camera back, and took a full-body
image of her reflection.  In the image, her brown curls fell down over a
second university logo printed on her back.  Her long, bare legs seemed to
begin where the grey wool ended.  She bent over ever so slightly and took
another photo.  In the picture her pale butt cheeks were just barely
visible below the hanging material.

   Now was the moment of truth.  Taking a deep breath, she lowered the
zipper until her breasts popped out into the open.  She held the camera out
at arm's length with one hand and pulled the hoodie open with the other. 
Click.  She unzipped the hoodie completely and turned back towards the
mirror.

   In the original photos, she hadn't dared to remove her panties, but now
she stared at her completely exposed body in the mirror.  She pulled the
hoodie open further, making sure that nothing was hidden.  She was clean
shaven, and she had to admit that she looked pretty sexy right now.  Even
so, she was anxious about photographing her most intimate area.  She
considered placing a hand over her pussy and experimented with different
poses.  However, in the end, she let the hand drop and bared everything. 
Click.

   Every shot filled the room with a flash of light that made her feel like
a model.  One more angle from the front, letting the hoodie fall back over
her shoulders and hang from her elbows.  Click.  She turned around and
lifted the hoodie to expose her around ass.  She lifted just a little
higher so that the flower tattoo on her lower back would be visible. 
Click.

   That should be enough, she thought as she turned the camera off and
walked over towards her desk.  Oh fuck!  It suddenly dawned on her that she
had left the curtain open the whole time, even after turning on the
overhead light!  Mandy had been so wrapped up in the excitement that she
hadn't even thought about it.  She threw her arms over herself and leapt
for the light switch.

   Once in darkness, she crept back to the window to look outside.  Her
room was on the fifth floor of a co-ed dorm in the middle of campus.  She
was up too high up for anyone to clearly see her from the ground unless she
stood immediately in front of the window -"but the ground level was not her
concern.  Her concern was the eight-story male dormitory not even forty
feet across from her side of the building.  Most of the facing rooms could
see into Mandy's room when from her window.  She scanned the rooms to see
if she spotted anyone watching.  She could see boys in several of the
rooms, and many other rooms were dark, but it didn't seem like anyone had
spotted her.

   Somebody must have seen me.  She was so nervous that she thought she
might cry.  Oh god...just imagine, a bunch of strange boys watching me
undress, watching me photograph myself in the nude.  I bet they think I'm a
huge slut that likes to be watched.  Then it suddenly dawned on her.  In
the darkness, she reached down and discovered just how wet she was.

   I am a huge slut that likes to be watched, aren't I?  That was the whole
point.  I guess it's a bonus if some boys saw me from across the courtyard.
Perhaps this was even better because it had been a complete accident, like
her original fantasy.

   She had another half hour until Megan would be home, so Mandy tore off
her hoodie and threw herself onto her bed in the dark.  Immediately, he
hands began exploring her body.  Once again, she paused, contemplating. 
She knew she shouldn't, but she could not shake the idea from her mind.  Oh
god...am I that big of a slut?  No, that's too far, even for me.  But the
moment her finger made contact with her clitoris, all rational thought was
drowned out by a resounding YES!

   Rational thought gave way to lust.  Unable to control herself, she got
up and turned the light back on.  Still naked, she slowly returned to the
bed and resumed her former activity.  She didn't dare look out the window,
else she might lose her nerve.  It would be much harder for her neighbors
to see her while she was sprawled out on her bed, but several rooms on the
upper floors would have a clear view if anyone was paying attention.

   This is so wrong.  What if somebody recognizes me?  What if someone from
one of my classes sees me?  But these thoughts only fueled the fire burning
insider her.  Then they will see how fucking horny I am right now...

   One hand descended to her left breast.  Her nipple was rock-hard and
begging for attention.  She gave it a light twist while brushing her right
hand down along her tummy.  The latter hand reached her satin-smooth lips.
She shuddered with excitement.  I need to be quick.  The longer than I lay
here, the more likely that someone will notice me.

   Both hands descended to her womanhood, allowing her to spread her lips
with one hand while running a finger up and down the length of her opening.
Every time her finger came into contact with her clit, Mandy let out a
sharp breath.

   This won't take me long.  With one finger still teasing her clitoris,
she slipped two fingers from her other hand up into herself.  I can't
believe how wet this is making me.  Her shame and her anxiety made her
hornier.  She arched her back and thrust her pelvis into the air.  Her
breasts bounced with every thrust.  If anyone was watching, they would be
getting a hell of a show.  She was so close to cumming, but one final dirty
thought entered her head.  She tried to fight it, but she knew it was a
losing battle like all the others.

   With two fingers still inside her, Mandy reached over and picked up the
camera.  At arm's length, she turned it on and held it above her, pointed
down.  Click.  A flash filled the room as Mandy photographed herself.

   All these flashes must definitely be getting someone's attention.  She
flipped the camera over and examined the picture.  She couldn't believe
what she saw on the screen: her own naked body, writhing on her bed as she
fingered herself.  The expression on her face was a mixture of uninhibited
bliss and seduction.

   As she imagined her friends viewing this picture and as she fantasized
about being watched from the male dorm, Mandy felt the rush of an orgasm
overcome her.  She bit her lip, trying to stifle her moan, but it did
little to help.  She arched her back again as her body tensed up.  There
was another click and another flash.  They probably heard that all the way
down the hall, she thought as she slumped back onto her sheets, exhausted.

   Mandy looked at her fingers, glistening with her juices.  Hmm.  Instinct
took over and she slipped the two fingers into her mouth without a second
thought, sucking, licking, and staring into the camera.  Click.  She had
never tasted a woman before, including herself.  A night of firsts.  It
wasn't as bad as she had imagined, and she kind of liked it.  She continued
sucking at her fingers as her second hand dropped the camera and returned
to her pussy...

   When Megan got home, Mandy was in her pajamas, studying chemistry.  Or,
at least she had a book open in front of her.  Mandy's mind was a million
miles away, reliving the past hour.  When all was finished, she had cum
three times in front of her open window, moaning loudly in ecstasy each and
every time.  She wondered whether anyone saw her.  She wondered whether
anyone heard her.  She wondered if Megan suspected anything.  She thought
about the photos she had taken and wondered who would be the lucky
recipient.  Mandy had discovered a new side of herself, and after tonight,
she wasn't sure if she could control it...or if she wanted to.

   A week later, Mandy was sitting at home when her cell phone chimed to
alert her that she received a text.  She picked it up and saw a message
from David.

   "is it okay if i borrow ur cam again this weekend for an assignment?  i
understand if not...sorry :("

   Her heart skipped a beat and a smile crept onto her face.  She took a
deep breath and calmed herself before hitting reply.

   "of course!  i dont mind :) when do u want to pick it up?"

   Let the games begin...



   A Gift Amongst Friends Ch.  02

   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.

   "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

   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.

   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.

   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.  DÃ(C)jà 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

   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.e

   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 thnk 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.

   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 cafÃ(C).

   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.

   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?"