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 ï>¿A Gift Amongst Friends Ch.  05 byInsufficientÂ(C)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Shit," Mandy muttered under her breath.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   It was true.

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

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

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

   "Sure, why not."

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

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

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

   "What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "No, no, I was just joking."

   That smile...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Yeah, go ahead."

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Go over by the dresser," Sarah instructed.

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

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

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

   "Turn around," Sarah directed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Click.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "We really should stop," Sarah said meekly.

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

   "Yeah..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Sure."

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

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

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

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

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

   This should be interesting.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Yeah they show," her friend replied.  "Im not wearing one."

   "Really?"

   "They almost always show on the sides the way I tie them.  Easier to go
without."

   Mandy stopped to think for a while.  "Alright, thanks."

   Perusing the aisles for another couple of minutes, she decided to trust
her friend.  Instead, she decided to pick up a new pair of red panties to
replace the ones that she had left in Andrew's room two weeks ago.  They
had been her favorite pair, both for their color and for the way that they
accentuated the shape of her ass.  She eventually found a red lace thong
that pleased her, and she then made her way back to campus for dinner.

   As expected, Katrina had ultimately decided to pass on the party.  David
and Jacob still expressed some interest in attending, but said that it
would not be until later in the evening, if at all.

   After dinner, Mandy did a load of laundry while she waited for her
friends to arrive.

   Ah, what the hell, she thought, as she folded her garments from the
dryer.  Alone in her room, she undressed from the waist down and changed
into the newly bought thong.  Still without pants, she grabbed her bed
sheet and held it up in front of her waist.

   She could just barely make out the red color through the sheet, but it
was subtle.  A couple of guys might notice, but that would be no big deal.
Compared to the previous flashing and teasing that she had done, this would
be considerably tame.

   Soon after replacing her pants, Sarah texted to indicate that she and
Ashley had arrived.

   Mandy went downstairs to let them in, and the three girls returned to
her room.  It was only 7:30pm and they still had almost two hours before
they planned to arrive at the party.  Mandy had some vodka and juice in her
fridge, and she started pouring drinks.

   The girls groaned as Ashley pulled a bottle of tequila from her bag and
announced that there would be shots before they went anywhere.

   After two mixed drinks and two shots, a half hour of joking and teasing
had passed, and the girls started undressing to change into their outfits.

   Mandy and Ashley had each gone with thongs, whereas Sarah was wearing
briefs, as per usual.  Mandy had never seen Ashley topless before, and she
tried not to stare.  Her breasts were larger than Mandy's with large pale
nipples.

   No wonder she gets so many guys.

   Her eyes moved cautiously to Sarah, and the girls exchanged a quick eye
contact before each looked away.  Mandy hoped that the awkwardness was
merely her imagination.  Still, she stole several more peeks at her topless
friends before they grabbed their sheets and began draping them around
their bodies.

   Apparently, Mandy was the only one who had never worn a toga before, so
she listened dully as her friends bickered over the best way to tie them.
Sarah liked to leave a larger gap in the side of hers, below the shoulder,
to show more skin, whereas Ashley liked to leave more slack in the knot
over the shoulder to show off more cleavage.

   "Sure," Sarah agreed, "that works well for you two because you actually
have boobs.  If I tie it like that and lean over, you will see everything
down to my bellybutton!"

   The girls all laughed, and Mandy watched her two friends tie their own
sheets around one shoulder.  She tried to compromise between the two
different styles as best as she could, attempting to wrap the sheet four
times before she was finally happy with the final product.  She tied a knot
over her left shoulder and adjusted the material in the mirror.  The
material hung around her knees, slightly higher than it did for her
friends. This was not surprising, considering that she was much taller than
both of them.

   "How is this?" She asked.

   "Looks good," Ashley responded.  Sarah agreed.

   Mandy watched Ashley reached up under her own sheet.  Much to her
surprise, Ashley's panties emerged around her ankles.  She picked them up
and stuffed them into her bag.

   "It's more fun this way," she said with a smirk.

   Mandy looked over at Sarah.  "Are you...?"

   Sarah shook her head.  "Nah, I don't think so.  I'm going to be drinking
a lot, and that's not something I want to forget about."

   "That's half the fun," Ashley responded.

   Mandy decided to leave her underwear on, and the girls each poured
another shot.  Satisfied that their outfits were ready, the girls opened
their dorm room and began socializing with other neighbors that were
celebrating in the halls in their wing of the dorm.  Each room had its own
music playing, making the hallways a bewildering fusion of rock and dance
music.

   David stopped by briefly and shared a drink with the girls before
disappearing to find Jacob and Mike.

   Around 9:10pm, Andrew walked by and saw the girls sitting around Mandy's
room.  He popped his head in and said hello.

   "Hey," Mandy responded coldly, trying to avoid eye contact.  None of her
friends knew about her visits to his room, and she desperately hoped that
it would stay that way.

   Despite her unsociable response, he stepped into the room and joined the
girls for a moment.  "What are you ladies up to this evening?"

   "Heading over next door," Sarah answered, oblivious to the awkwardness
in the room.  "The guys are having a toga party."

   "Oh, cool," Andrew responded.  "Well, your outfits look great."

   "Thanks!" Ashley shouted excitedly.  "Hey, you want a shot?" She asked,
holding out the tequila bottle.

   Andrew laughed and paused.  As far as Mandy could tell, he was a largely
reclusive guy, and he seemed like a fish out of water around all of these
drunken girls.  "Maybe another time." There was an awkward pause. 
"Alright," he continued, "I guess I should get going.  Nice to meet you
girls." His eyes scanned the room before zeroing in on his neighbor.  "See
you around, Mandy."

   Once they heard his door close down the hall, Ashley and Sarah burst out
laughing.  Eventually, Mandy joined in.

   "That was weird," Sarah said.

   You have no idea, Mandy thought.  "Yeah."

   "He seems cute," Ashley decided.

   "He seems creepy," Sarah responded.

   Mandy remained noticeably quiet, and the other girls let the topic go.

   The girls each took one more shot for the road, and Ashley decided to
finish off the bottle with one final shot.  Throats still burning, they got
up and gathered their things together.  Her friends decided that they would
simply leave their bags in Mandy's room and retrieve them another day.

   Mandy did not realize how much she had drank until she stood up and
tried to put her shoes on.

   Her first steps were shaky, but Mandy found her footing midway to the
elevator.  By the time the doors closed, she was starting to feel
clearer-headed.

   The lights were already on in the courtyard between the dormitories. 
The air was cool, but the approach of summer was noticeable.  Mandy ignored
the cool breeze that blew at her bare legs, and in less than a minute, the
girls had reached the entrance to the boys' dorm.

   Sarah buzzed Eric's room, and soon he was at the door to let the girls
in.  To Mandy's surprise, he was still wearing a t-shirt and jeans.

   After a brief greeting, they made their way upstairs.  He looked at
Mandy and smiled several times during their walk.  She had nearly forgotten
about the teasing pictures she had taken in front of the mirror.  Oh god,
Did Sarah actually show him those ones?  What about the ones where I
flashed the camera?  Surely Sarah knew that those ones were just joking
around.

   "Aren't you getting changed into a toga?" Sarah asked Eric as they
headed towards the common room on the sixth floor.  Music blasted down the
halls and could be heard halfway across the floor.

   "Nah, I'm going to stay like this.  Most of the guys aren't wearing
them. It's mostly for the women.  Don't worry, some guys are wearing them
too, though."

   To Eric's credit, over half of the crowd was wearing togas as the girls
stepped into the large social room.  Nearly all of the other women in the
room were wrapped in white and colored sheets, whereas only one out of
every three guys had donned the costume.

   If she had been more sober, she might have felt embarrassed, but in her
current state, Mandy pushed issue from her mind.

   "Help yourself to the booze," Eric offered, gesturing towards a pair of
folding tables in the corner, heavily stocked with an assortment of hard
liquors.  As another guest opened the fridge, Mandy saw that it too was
fully loaded with beer, with two more cases sitting on the adjacent
counter. "I'm getting a beer," he said, turning towards Sarah.  "Want
anything?"

   "I'm good for now."

   "Ah, come on," he insisted.  "Don't tell me you're taking it easy
tonight."

   She laughed.  "Alright, fine.  Surprise me."

   Eric looked at Mandy once again and smile before he turned and walked
away.

   "I'm going to get a rum and coke," Ashley announced excitedly.

   "Can you get me one as well?" Mandy asked.  "Please?"

   Ashley nodded and bounced away gleefully.

   Mandy stepped close to Sarah and hesitated.  There isn't really any way
to tiptoe around this, is there?  "So...did Eric like the pictures?" She
spoke in a hushed voice, drowned out by the loud music.

   "Huh?"

   "Did Eric like the pictures?" Slightly intoxicated, she had trouble
gauging her own volume.  She tried to choose her words carefully as she
watched the crowd around her.

   "Oh, yeah, of course he did!" Sarah laughed and stumbled slightly,
steadying herself on Mandy's shoulder.  "I sent them as soon as I got
home."

   "Oh, awesome..." Mandy trailed off.  "So...which ones did you send him?"

   Sarah looked confused by the question.  "All of them.  Why?"

   "All of them?" Mandy asked, trying to mask her panic.  Had she maybe
misheard?

   "Yeah, of course I sent them all.  I looked them over at home, and they
all looked great."

   Mandy froze, wide-eyed.  She didn't know what to say.  "I...I...just
didn't think you were going to send them all.  Those last ones..."

   "Sarah laughed and hushed her voice as much as she could over the noise
around her.  "Yeah, I wasn't sure about sending those ones at first, but
when I told Eric about them, he made me.  He wouldn't accept no for an
answer."

   "Oh..." Mandy could feel her face burning as she blushed.  What did I
expect?  She asked herself.  Did I forget why I was taking her pictures in
the first place?  She wanted sexy photos for Eric, and that's what I gave
her.  It had seemed so fun and harmless to flash the camera last night, but
now that the adrenaline was gone, she was having second thoughts.

   What could she say?  The pictures were already sent, and it was her own
fault for being so reckless at the time.

   "Yeah, he loved them.  He said that you should submit them to an art
gallery or something," Sarah continued.  She beamed with pride, obviously
enjoying the compliment.  "Well, the first few, that is...I don't want you
showing off the naked ones."

   Mandy forced a smile.  This wasn't the end of the world.  So what if
another person had seen her nude?  That's partly what she had wanted last
night...  And besides, she was glad that Sarah was so pleased with the
photos.  If Sarah gave her consent, Mandy would be happy to include a few
of the more innocent shots from that set to her portfolio.

   Before Mandy could ask any more questions, Eric returned with a beer and
two glasses.  Blushing, Mandy tried to avoid eye contact with him. 
However, he stared back at her in a way that made her both excited and
uncomfortable.

   "Here you go, ladies.  I got Mandy a drink as well.  The guys can't bear
to see a girl empty handed at our parties."

   The girls accepted their drinks.  "What is it?" Mandy asked while Sarah
was already taking a sip.

   "It's a secret recipe," Eric replied with a smile.  "It's strong," he
continued when he saw the grimace on Sarah's face.

   Mandy tried a sip.  It was definitely strong.  She could recognize the
taste of vodka and a light citrus flavor, but the rest was a mystery to
her. It wasn't bad.  It might have been more difficult to drink if she
hadn't just had tequila shots beforehand.  After tequila, this seemed to go
down smooth by comparison.

   She thanked Eric, and the three of them walked around, chatting with
Eric's friends.  Some of the guys looked slightly familiar from Mandy's
courses, but most she did not recognize.  Even so, she felt like many of
the eyes in the room were locked onto her and Sarah.

   Is it just the alcohol...or do they know who I am?

   They found Ashley in the hallway, already flirting with a pair of guys.
When she saw the other girls approaching, she excitedly introduced them. 
"Oh, here they are!  These are my friends, Sarah and Mandy.  Mandy lives in
the dorm next door." Ashley turned towards her friends.  "This is Chris...
and..." She trailed off, her speech slurred.

   "Brian," one of the guys continued.

   "And Brian!  Of course!" She put her hand on his shoulder.  "I
remembered!  I wouldn't forget a couple of cute guys like you."

   The other guy -"presumably Chris -"gave Mandy a long look.  "You live
over next door?  What floor are you on?"

   Mandy paused.  Oh shit.  "Why?"

   Before the guy could answer, Ashley interrupted.  "She lives on the
fifth floor."

   Fuck!  Ashley was completely oblivious to what she had done.  Mandy
tried to change the subject and asked the guys about what they were
studying, but she did not pay attention to their responses.  As soon as it
seemed polite to do so, she excused herself from the conversation to find
the washroom.

   Locking the door behind her, she splashed a little cold water on her
cheeks and examined herself in the mirror.  She looked good in her toga,
but it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra.  With each movement, her
breasts swung freely within the thin white sheet.

   She leaned forward and noticed that the material hung loosely around her
neck, falling away from her body and revealing an ample amount of cleavage.

   How many guys out there have already seen me naked?  She wondered. 
Apparently Eric had, and she was not sure how she felt about that.  Several
more had certainly seen her through the window, and with any luck, none of
them recognized her now.

   I should leave right now, she told herself.  However, she knew that she
would not do it.  She had promised Sarah that she would come, and several
drinks had numbed her embarrassment and replaced it with a sense of
excitement.  She knew the feeling all too well.

   I don't know most of these guys, and I will never see most of them
again. The school year was coming to an end, and there was no harm in
spending an innocent night with the unaware audience of her exhibitionism.
Several of these guys had probably masturbated to her open window on
multiple occasions, and sent a tingle down Mandy's spine.  Maybe it would
be fun to hang around and try to guess which ones might recognize her...

   With shaking hands, she untied the knot around her shoulder and added
more slack to the material across her chest.  After two failed attempts,
she finally secured the knot and re-examined herself.

   Leaning forward, the sheet fell much lower this time.  In the mirror,
she saw the reflection of her large breasts, hanging unobstructed.  Much
better, she decided.  After finishing up in the washroom, she returned to
the party and found her friends.

   Just as Eric had described, Mandy never found herself empty handed, and
throughout the evening, both strangers and new friends gladly offered her
drinks.  At one point throughout the evening, she stepped to the common
room's window and peered outside.  Apparently the building overlooked her
own, and she tried to guess which of the dark windows were her own.

   She found Jess' window, and inside she found her friend, lying in bed
with a book.  She was dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, but somehow Mandy
felt like she was doing something wrong by secretly watching her friend
from afar.  Even so, she glanced several more times before walking away to
socialize.

   At first, she was a little put off by how aggressively the guys at the
party flirted with her -"she was used to more subtlety from the boys she
had known growing up.  However, after the volume of alcohol that she had
consumed, she loved the attention.

   She danced with a couple of different guys on the makeshift dance floor,
allowing their arms around her waist, but playfully pushing them away if a
hand strayed too low.

   After a couple of hours of hanging out, Sarah and Eric disappeared.

   Mandy sat on the floor against the wall with Ashley and some other
people.  There was one other toga-clad girl and several guys.  She
remembered Chris and Brian, but she did not catch the rest of their names.
The room was a swell of noise and confusion as far as Mandy was concerned,
and she struggled to focus on the ongoing conversation.

   She looked around the room and everything seemed to be swaying.  Fuck...
I drank way too much.  She leaned forward, looking for Sarah, then
remembered her newly loosened toga.  Blushing, she looked up to find
several guys smiling down at her.

   Mandy smiled back and tried to keep the walls from spinning.

   "What about you?"

   Huh?

   "Sorry, I didn't catch your name."

   "She's Mandy," Ashley's voice said loudly over the music.

   The sound of her name brought her back to reality.

   "What about you, Mandy?" The man across from her repeated.  He had dark
hair and was handsome.

   "What about me?" Mandy asked with more slur in her speech than she
intended.

   "Have you ever kissed a girl before?"

   "Hmm?" The question caught her off guard and she tried desperately to
focus.

   "You've kissed a girl before, right?" He was quite friendly and
patiently repeated himself.

   "Yeah...  once..." She admitted openly, without hesitation.

   Several of the guys voiced their approval and Mandy bit her lip, trying
to hide her smile.

   Ashley seemed genuinely shocked.  "No way!  Really?  I would have never
guessed that from you." She placed extra emphasis on the word "you."

   "I think Ashley's jealous," Brian joked.

   "Damn right I am," Ashley joked.

   Before Mandy knew what was happening, Ashley was on top of her, pushing
her down to the floor.  It took several seconds for Mandy to recognize that
they were kissing and Ashley's tongue was in her mouth.  Everything was
happening too fast.

   She'll do anything to be the center of attention.  Mandy knew that
Ashley was just putting on a show for the guys, but that did not mean that
she could not enjoy it.

   There was an eruption of cheers from the guys, which only drew greater
numbers to their audience.

   Mandy started to panic and tried to push her attacker away.  But Ashley
was persistent, and soon the girls were wrestling on the floor with a
circle of people around them.  Mandy wanted to escape, but she could not
help but giggle uncontrollably.

   "Please!" She begged, but Ashley would not relent.  Looking forward, she
could see down her friend's toga at her large breasts swaying violently
with each erratic motion.  She could feel her own breasts moving between
her loose toga and she feared that she might soon spill out in front of
these guys if they did not stop.  "Stop it!" She pleaded, but her drunken
laughter undermined her attempt to be serious.

   Desperate, she grabbed the hem of Ashley's toga and pulled it upward.

   Ashley shrieked with laughter as her bare ass was presented to the
enthusiastic crowd.  She leapt aside, trying to cover herself.  Mandy had
completely forgotten that she wasn't wearing any underwear.

   The two girls climbed to their feet, laughing wildly and rearranging
their outfits.

   Mandy blushed as the guys applauded their short show.  She slipped away
in search of Sarah.

   She politely accepted another drink, but she sipped this one slowly,
knowing that she was coming up on the end of the evening.  She walked
around, talking briefly to different people.  Jacob and David had finally
arrived, and she asked them if they had seen Sarah.

   "No, but there's Eric over there," Jacob pointed.

   Mandy stumbled over.  "Hey Eric, have you seen Sarah?"

   "Yeah, she's up in my room.  She was pretty drunk and needed to lie
down. I think she is out for the night."

   "Oh, okay..."

   "Those pictures you took were really great."

   She froze.  With all that she had drank, that had slipped her mind
again. She did not know what to say.  "Yeah...  Sarah was a great model. 
It was all her idea."

   "Yeah, you both did a great job.  But she said that most of them were
your idea."

   Mandy turned a bright shade of red.  "Well, I don't know about that..."

   "And it was great that you got into them too."

   Her face was burning and she said nothing.

   "Has anyone else seen them?"

   "No," she answered meekly.

   He nodded approvingly.

   Mandy was cut off before she could respond.  She heard a cry behind her.
Turning, she saw Ashley laughing and shouting something about payback.

   Everything happened in an instant, and yet it seemed to pass in slow
motion.  Mandy watched herself, as though she was outside of her own body.

   One moment, she was talking to Eric.  The next moment, Ashley had a
tight grip on her toga.  The loose knot that she had drunkenly tied in the
washroom slipped undone with no resistance.  The material slipped
carelessly from her shoulders and fell to a pile around her feet.

   Mandy looked down at her bare breasts, still in shock.  She looked down
at the bright red lace of her newly purchased thong.  She looked up at
Eric's stunned face, his wide eyes locked onto her chest.  She looked at
the dozens of other people, standing around and staring at her.

   She was a deer in the headlights, standing in front of a room of people
in nothing about her flimsy panties.  Her initial shock finally subsided,
and she shrieked, throwing herself at the sheet on the floor.  She grabbed
it clung it to herself as the room exploded with excitement.  There were
cheers, cat calls, and demands for Mandy to seek revenge in kind.

   She ignored them all and wrapped the sheet around her body the best that
she could before bolting out of the common room towards the washroom.

   The cheers followed her down the hall.  From within the washroom, she
could hear several of the guys waiting excitedly for her to come back out.

   She could feel her heart beating through her chest, and she took deep
breaths.  Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she slowly unwrapped the
sheet from her body.

   She felt light headed as she looked at her almost-naked figure.  This is
what they saw.  Her large breasts hung completely exposed, and the small
patch of red lace over her pussy did not leave much to the imagination. 
Turning her body, her round ass cheeks were easily visible, separated only
by the thin red string of her thong.

   She did not know what to do.  What could she do?  They had already seen
her, and nothing could change that.  She tried to think straight, but she
could not move beyond the image of all those eyes on her body.  It was
burned into her brain.

   It was the same feeling that she had felt when she had exposed herself
before...

   She dipped a hand into the waistband of her panties.  When it emerged,
her fingers were wet.

   Her mind was flooded with emotions.  She wanted to run away and never
look back.  She wanted to get back at Ashley, knowing that her friend was
completely naked under her sheet.  She wanted to return to the common room
and get fucked by every guy in there, like the whore that she was.

   One clear thought emerged through the noise in her head.  I need to get
out of here.

   She secured her toga, this time making sure to tie the knot tightly. 
Taking a deep breath, she unlocked and opened the door.

   Three guys stood to greet her.  Two of them were unfamiliar, and the
third she had seen before in her psychology course.  They received her
eagerly, inviting her to join them back in the common room.  The one that
she recognized invited her back to his room.

   "Thanks guys, but I should really get going." She tried to appear steady
and in control, but despite her best efforts, she stumbled head first into
the chest of one of the strangers.  He gladly caught her and helped her
recover her balance.  "Thanks..." She blinked several times, trying to
regain control.

   In her moment of hesitation, several hands found their way to her body.
One began cupping at her breast through her garment, while another began to
trail its way up her leg, past her knee, and below her sheet.

   No, don't do this.  She fought her body's desires and pushed the boys'
hands away.  "Sorry guys, I need to go.  Maybe another time."

   The boys groaned and pleaded for her to stay, but she pressed on down
the hall, using the wall to support her unsteady steps.

   On her way to the elevator, she found David and Jacob in the hall.  They
gave her a concerned look.

   "What happened?  Where did you go?" Jacob asked.

   "You didn't see?" She responded.

   He shook his head.

   "Ashley...she..." Mandy trailed off.  "Never mind.  It doesn't matter.
It's kind of embarrassing.  I'm going home now.  Can you guys walk me to
the door?  I don't really trust these guys..." She looked towards the crowd
that had followed her.  She could not be sure that they would not follow
her once she left the party, or what they would do if they did.

   ...Or what she would do.

   "Yeah!  Of course!" David said with a smile.

   "Sure, we were thinking of leaving anyway," Jacob agreed.  "We really
just came because we said we would.  This isn't really our thing."

   Mandy poked her head into the common room one last time before leaving
to see where Ashley had gone.  She saw her friend on one of the sofas in
the corner, making out with one of the guys she had met that night.  Chris?
Or was it Brian?  It did not matter.  One of his hands had disappeared into
Ashley's toga and it was obvious that she was not leaving any time soon.

   As Mandy was turning to go, she head Eric's voice.

   "Mandy!" She turned and he looked at her with a huge smile.  "You're
going?  That's too bad.  I think you just became the most popular girl
here." He laughed.

   "I can't believe she did that," Mandy responded, unsure how to react. 
"Anyway, I have to go."

   "Alright," he continued.  "Well, thanks for coming!  And thanks again
for taking those pictures.  They were hot.  I will have to talk Sarah into
doing some more."

   Mandy smirked.  Would that be a good thing or a bad thing, she wondered,
recalling the events of the previous evening.  "I don't know.  We'll see.

   They said their goodbyes, and Mandy, David, and Jacob left the party for
the quiet reprieve of the elevator.  She closed her eyes and leaned back
against the wall to counteract the motion's effect on her balance.

   As they began their descent, Jacob broke the silence first.

   "So what did Ashley do?  Some of the guys said that you were naked."

   "No...  just, never mind." She answered firmly.  "It doesn't matter.  I
wasn't naked" They didn't see it.  That is one relief.

   This time it was David who spoke up.  "What did Eric mean about the
pictures?"

   Mandy froze.  Of all people, she did not want to talk to David about
these pictures.  She still got horny every time she thought about the game
that she had played with him, and she could not get pulled back into it. 
It was particularly important to choose her words carefully with Jacob
there.  Her mind faltered.  "Hmm?"

   "He said you had taken some hot pictures?"

   What do I say?  I certainly can't tell them the whole truth.  She bit
her lip.  "Sarah wanted to model some photos for him.  She asked me to take
them." She wanted to leave it at that, but he kept pushing the issue.

   "Oh awesome.  I didn't know that Sarah did modeling.  How did they turn
out?"

   "Great.  I might add some to my portfolio." Please let it go.

   "Cool.  Can we see them?" He asked the question so quickly and so
directly that it caught her off guard.

   "What?  No, of course not.  They were private shots for Eric.  I can't
show them to you." She was surprised that he had been so bold as to ask.

   He looked confused.  "But you said you were going to add them to your
portfolio.  They can't be that private."

   She tried to think before she spoke.  "Well, I might add some." She
emphasized the last word.  "The first ones are pretty innocent.  Just
normal modeling..."

   "...And the other ones?" Jacob asked, his interest evidently piqued.

   Mandy stopped to think again.  "Just some more personal pics.  Nothing
dirty," she lied.

   The elevator reached the ground floor and the three friends stepped
outside, beginning their short trek across the courtyard.

   "Well," David offered, "then just show us the portfolio ones."

   "Hmm." Mandy did not know what to do.  Sarah had practically given her
permission to show off a few of the innocent shots.  It did not really make
sense to deny their own friends something that she would probably post
online eventually.  However, something about it felt wrong.

   Mandy stumbled again.  Fortunately, Jacob caught her before she hit the
pavement.

   "And besides," David persuaded, "it looks like you need help getting
back to your room anyway.  You can just show us quickly and it will only
take a second."

   "Fine, but you are only seeing the first two or three.  I still haven't
talked to her to see which ones she likes."

   "Deal."

   They entered the coed dorm and rode the elevator to the fifth floor.  It
was almost 1:00am, and the hallways were silent as they made their way
towards Mandy's room.  Several times she grabbed one of her friends' arms
to steady herself.

   Finally, she opened her door and dropped herself into her chair, glad to
be back in her own personal space.  Her friends were frequent visitors, and
they quickly made themselves at home, searching her fridge for drinks. 
They found a bottle of vodka and mixed themselves a drink.

   "Oh sure, just help yourselves," she joked tiredly.  She knew the
routine.  Her friends helped themselves to her alcohol, and she did the
same at their places.

   She closed her eyes, but she could still feel everything moving around
her.  I am going to sleep away half of tomorrow, she decided.

   "It's warm in here," Jacob said, walking around the room aimlessly.  He
stepped over to the window and threw open the curtain in order to slip the
window open an inch.

   Sitting next to the window, the air felt nice, and Mandy allowed her
head to tilt back in her seat.  She turned to look outside.

   Not many of the rooms were lit up at the boys' dorm, but she could
clearly see the ongoing party in the common room where she had just been.
Her eyes could not focus on the silhouettes within.  However, if anyone was
currently looking in her direction, there could be no doubt about who she
was, as she was still dressed in her party attire.  Pretty much any guy at
that party would recognize her now.

   Her mind wandered back what had just happened in that room...the eyes
that had seen her...the fear that she had felt.  Her exhibitionism had
almost always been distant, separate from her voyeurs in some way.  This
was the first time that she had felt genuinely vulnerable and afraid for
her safety.

   That should have taught her a lesson.  It should have showed her the
slippery slope that she was on.  Instead, it left her wanting more.  Deep
down, she knew that she should close the curtain, as she should have so
many times before.  Instead, she turned back towards her computer.

   "For now, don't tell Sarah that I showed these to you," Mandy instructed
as she searched through her files.  "Just in case she changed her mind."

   "Sure, of course," Jacob responded.  "So what are the ones that you're
holding back?"

   Mandy was starting to regret telling them so much.  "Nothing.  Just some
private photos for Eric."

   "Did she get naked?" The guys were standing behind her now, and she had
questions coming from both directions.

   She paused, and she feared that her hesitation may have inadvertently
answered his question.  "No...  nothing like that."

   They eased off the questions, but she suspected that they had seen
through her lie.  She kept her eyes forward, not daring to look at either
of them directly.

   Her mouse pointer rested next to the folder containing the pictures in
question.  She had hidden them in the same directory that contained her own
private photos from last month.  The two folders sat side by side, a
growing testament to Mandy's secret life.

   "Okay guys," she said, "turn around for a second.  The thumbnail images
might show something I'm not supposed to."

   There were several groans and sighs from behind her.  She looked back,
and they reluctantly turned their heads away.  Looking back at the
computer, she double clicked on the folder.

   Inside, dozens of image files awaited her.  Within a second, the
thumbnail images loaded and she could see miniscule images of Sarah.  They
were difficult to see at this size.  However, one thing was certain: as the
pictures, progressed, there was definitely more skin to be seen in the
images.

   Mandy's heart sped up.  I shouldn't have opened this with them in the
room.  I should have moved a few safe pictures into a separate folder.

   Ignoring her nagging thoughts, she quickly opened the first image.  It
was a photo of Sarah leaning back on the bed, wearing her yellow button-up
shirt and a pair of denim cut-off shorts.  This one was certainly safe. 
Mandy knew that there were at least a dozen relatively safe pictures.

   "Okay, guys..."

   She looked back and saw that they were already looking intently at the
screen.

   "Oh, cool," David said, rather unenthusiastically.  Mandy suspected that
they were hoping for something more.

   Pausing for each one, Mandy moved through the next couple of pictures.
They were all shots of Sarah in similar poses.  They were cute, but not
overtly sexual.  Even so, there was always a subtle hint of something more
in her eyes that still gave Mandy chills.

   It was obvious in the next one that something was different.  The top
two buttons were unfastened in Sarah's shirt, and the guys obviously took
notice.

   Several similar pictures followed, including Sarah lying down on the
bed, giving a slightly more suggestive angle towards her open shirt. 
Still, nothing vulgar, and certainly less than the guys would see if Sarah
was wearing one of her many low cut tops.

   Mandy paused at the next photo.  Several more buttons were undone, and
this was the first picture where she could see a small sliver of Sarah's
white bra.

   "Nice!" Jacob exclaimed excitedly.  David agreed.

   "I should probably stop here..." Mandy said.  From the lack of
confidence in her voice, it sounded more like an idea than a decision.  The
guys pounced on her uncertainty.

   "Nah, it's fine.  This is nothing," David assured her.  "This is much,
much less than we would even see at the beach.  The way that you built it
up, I thought the pictures got way riskier than that."

   If only you knew.  "Yeah," she conceded.  "I guess I can show a couple
more."

   The guys looked at each other and smiled.

   With alcohol clouding her judgment, she clicked through more shots. 
Picture after picture showed Sarah's shirt opening ever more, showing more
of the white lace bra beneath.  For a short time, Mandy almost forgot that
the guys were there.  Her mind was absorbed in the shots, on Sarah's body.
Each picture brought her closer to the beautiful treasure beneath those
clothes.

   Mandy shook herself back to reality.  On the screen before her, Sarah
had removed her shirt entirely and was standing in her bra and shorts.  Oh
god!  I shouldn't have gone this far.

   She turned to face the guys, but they were glued to the monitor.

   "Okay guys, that's all I can show you.

   "Aww, come on," David protested.  "They're really good!  Just a couple
more."

   "I can't..." Mandy bit her lip.

   "Please?" He continued.  "We won't tell."

   "I...  I don't know..." She slowly weakened in the pressure of her mixed
desires.  The boys were not the only ones getting turned on.  "Maybe one
more."

   One more turned into two more and so on, until they reached the picture
of Sarah bent at the waist, offering a partial view inside the cup of her
bra.  What am I doing?  Mandy felt a pang of guilt, but she could not help
herself.  The image lingered on the screen for a long time.  She could not
bring herself to close it, nor could she move on to the next shot.  This
was wrong.

   The next shot appeared, similar to the last.  Stop, Mandy begged
herself.

   On the screen, in slow motion, Sarah turned her back to the camera and
unfastened her bra.

   Mandy tried to stop, but the show continued.

   The bra dropped, and in the mirror, Sarah's small tits appeared.

   What have I done?  Mandy tried to pull her hand away from the mouse, but
her body would not respond.  She was glued in place.

   Pictures moved more quickly on the screen.  Sarah was topless now, and
they had reached the point where Mandy had begun participating as well.  In
the mirror, she had removed her shirt and was standing in her bra, her face
still obscured by the camera.  Sarah's shorts were gone now, and she was in
nothing but her panties.

   Mandy shook in her chair.  She was horny, but she did not understand
what was coming over her.  She was long past the point of return, and she
should not be showing any of these pictures.  This was a huge mistake.

   She looked at her hand, and her heart skipped a beat.  David's hand was
over her own, holding it in place.  His index finger was placed over her
own, and he continued clicking through the images.  How long has he...

   On the monitor, the girls continued to undress, and the guys let out a
small cheer when Mandy's breasts appeared on the screen.

   She turned her head and looked at David, then at Jacob.  Neither of the
guys acknowledged her glance.  I should stop this.  He shouldn't be doing
this.  I have to stop this.  She was betraying her best friend's trust. 
She was allowing herself to be degraded.  And she knew that the pictures
only got worse from here.  Still, she sat quietly and watched everything
unfold before her.

   These were the pictures that Sarah had taken of the two girls at the
desk.  They were close up shots of the two topless girls, both separate and
together.

   Mandy felt her stomach sinking as a hand slowly crawled its way to her
large breasts.  In her mind, she begged for it to stop, but she remained
fixed on the monitor.  Perhaps she could ignore it, pretend that she had
not noticed it.  In her intoxicated state, she feared she was helpless to
escape the situation.

   Interpreting her inaction as consent, the hand pulled Mandy back in her
chair, slipping below the folds of her toga and grabbing at the warm flesh
beneath.

   Mandy took in a sharp breath, but otherwise she remained motionless. 
She closed her eyes as a second hand found its way under her clothing.  She
wondered if maybe she had passed out long ago and all of this was a dream.
It was the only explanation that her mind would allow.

   "Oh shit, Mandy..." a male voice rang through her head.

   She opened her eyes again, groggy.  On the screen before her, she saw
her own image, nude.  Here it comes, Mandy thought, unable to stop it.

   They were coming up on the last photos.  The hands on Mandy's breasts
were getting bolder, grabbing more roughly and playing with her hardening
nipples.  She was putty, ready to be molded to their wishes...and the boys
knew it.

   Soon, the moment of dread arrived, and Mandy stared at the images of
herself, sucking on her best friend's breasts, finger inside of her best
friend's moist cunt.  In her chair, Mandy meekly looked back at the guys.

   It felt surreal as Jacob lifted her gently out of her chair.  He guided
her to the dresser and turned her towards the mirror.  "I had no idea she
was so much fun," he said to David.  He spoke as though she was not even
there.  Lifting her toga to her waist, he cupped her panty clad crotch in
his hand.  She squirmed beneath his fingers, but otherwise she offered no
resistance.

   "You should see the other pictures that she gave me a few weeks ago,"
David responded, taking a seat in Mandy's vacant chair.

   Mandy wanted to disappear as her secret was revealed.  She wanted to
yell at them to leave her room.  However, she knew that they were not done
with her, and more than anything, she trembled with excitement at the
thought of what might happen.  She was drunk, afraid, and horny.

   "Seriously?!" Jacob asked, amazed.  "Do you have them?"

   "Not with me.  They're on my computer."

   I guess he didn't delete them after all.  And why should he?  He already
knows that I'm a slut...

   "Aww man, you will have to show them to me later."

   "Sure.  Actually..." David paused.  "She might have those pictures on
here too." He looked at Mandy, awaiting a response.  She merely nodded,
keeping her eyes on the floor.  It did not take him long to find the
pictures in the next folder.

   Soon, the two guys were ogling Mandy's other photographs, leaving the
final image on the monitor.  It depicted Mandy sucking on her own fingers
after fingering herself to an intense orgasm.  "This one is my favorite,"
David announced proudly.

   Mandy looked into her own eyes on the screen.  The real me.  Now they
know, and my secret is out.

   She felt the knot around her shoulder go loose as Jacob untied it, and
for the second time that evening, her toga dropped to the floor around her
feet.  The boys stared at her body without reservation.

   She looked out the open window towards the boys' dorm.  She knew that
they could see what was happening if they bothered to look, but it did not
seem to matter anymore.  She was defeated.  Her spirit was broken, and in
her mind, she this was exactly what she deserved.

   "Come on, man," Jacob insisted.  "Aren't you doing this?"

   "Yeah, just a second." David turned back towards the computer.

   Mandy was guided down to the floor.  She needed no further instructions.
On her knees, she obediently waited.  Jacob did not need any more
incentive. He quickly unzipped his pants and pulled out his hardening
manhood, and Mandy opened her mouth.

   They're making me do this, she told herself, trying to maintain a
semblance of pride.  I don't have a choice.  She repeated the last line
over and over again as she hungrily sucked down her friend's cock.

   She looked over at David, who was still seated at her computer.  On the
screen before him, Mandy could see her email application open.  He's
sending himself the pictures.  She tried to pull herself away to say
something, but a pair of hands on the back of her head kept her mouth
occupied.

   Her head bobbed freely.  She felt like such an object.

   "There," David exclaimed, rising from the seat.  "I sent them to you,
me, and Mike."

   Mike?!  Mandy thought.  This was starting to get way out of hand.

   The two guys pulled her to her feet so that she stood in the center of
the room.  She squinted as she peered across the courtyard.  There were
several figures in the far window now, but she could not be certain if
anyone was watching.  She felt her thong being pulled down as she stared at
the neighboring building.

   Naked, she stood patiently as her two male friends explored her body
with their hands.  A hand pushed her to the bed.  She crawled on her hands
and knees as the guys encircled her.  A hand gently took hold of her chin
and guided her into place.

   Turning her head, she found David's erect cock waiting for her.  It was
not quite as large as Jacob's, but she gladly accept it without second
thoughts.  Behind her, she could feel her hips being pulled into position.
Her legs were separated and she gasped as a hand stroked her wide open
pussy.

   "Oh man," Jacob said, excitedly.  "She is so fucking wet.  She's loving
this."

   She let out a soft moan in response.  There was no point hiding it
anymore.  She was horny and wanted to get fucked.

   She quickly got her wish as she felt something warm pressing against her
moist opening.  With a single thrust, Jacob was deep inside of her.  A
muffled cry slipped out around the dick in her mouth.  The guys took no
time building a rhythmic momentum.

   She was no longer herself; she was an object for them to use however
they wanted.  David's hands forced her head deeper with each push.  Her
body bounced back and forth between these two sexually charged men.  She
felt like she was being squished between their bodies, but she did not
fight it.  She bucked her hips back in tempo with their movement, allowing
Jacob deeper entry into her tight pussy.

   His hands squeezed her butt cheeks roughly.  Under any other
circumstances, she might have found it painful, but now it sent her into a
frenzy.

   Several times, she tried to turn her head to look towards the window,
but David had a handful of her hair, holding her firmly in place, refusing
to release her.  Even if she wanted to, she was helpless to stop them at
this point.  I don't want to stop.

   The alcohol was a double edged sword, dulling her physical senses, but
also allowing her to disconnect action from consequence.  Without
inhibition, she relished in her sexuality and her ability to incite lust
from her male friends.  She was a slut, and her absolute submission allowed
her to temporarily escape her own responsibility, heightening the
experience.

   The sensation of her young body getting fucked from both ends was like
nothing she had ever felt before.  Mandy had fantasized about having sex
with multiple guys at once, but she never thought that it would happen.  If
anything, she had assumed that a threesome with a man and another woman
would be more likely.

   Both of these friends had shown an interest in Mandy in the relatively
short time that she had known them, and she had repeatedly spurned their
advances.  Now, she gave them full access to her body, giving them exactly
what they had wanted.

   Only a couple of months ago, she had been a sweet, innocent girl, only
mildly interest in sex.  Weeks ago, exhibitionism had been enough to keep
her sexually charged.  Now, she wanted to be owned, dominated.  How did I
become like this?

   Mandy panted heavily as Jacob fucked her pussy without remorse .She had
been with a few guys in the past, but never had anyone been this forceful
with her body.  She nearly lost her balance several times, falling forward,
forcing David deeper into her throat and causing her to gag.

   This experience continued for several minutes.  Her muffled moans
betrayed her lust as her body soaked in a plethora of sensual overload.

   Without warning, her mouth was flooded with warm semen.  It splashed the
back of her throat, causing her to cough.  However, the hands on the back
of her head held her steady, leaving her no choice but to swallow the
intruding substance as best as she could.  The remainder dribbled down her
chin.

   With one last deep thrust and a grunt, David finished shooting his load,
and retreated himself from her dripping lips.

   "Fuck man, that was good," he muttered, leaving the bed and fastening
his belt.

   Jacob turned Mandy over so that she rested on her back.

   She could not bear to look him in the eyes, so she tilted her head back,
leaving her staring out the window.  Jacob spread her legs and continued
where he had left off, plunging into her.  As she tried to focus on the
boy's dorm, the image shook violently with each thrust.

   She was not sure that she could take much more.  "Mmmm...harder..." She
had almost forgotten that she had a voice.  She repeated the word. 
"Harder!"

   Her knuckles turned white as she clenched the bed sheets for dear life.
She could feel her breasts swaying rhythmically, and the bed banged loudly
against the wall of her small dorm room.

   "Fuck me harder!" She screamed, crying with ecstasy when Jacob took hold
of her hips and pulled her weight back into him.  She turned her head and
tried to hide her face in the adjacent pillow.  The soft surface did little
to muffle her screams as she came.

   Her body shook and her pussy tightened around Jacob's cock.  On cue, she
felt him erupt inside of her womb.  She slowly worked her body back and
forth, milking him until the very last drop.

   As Jacob pulled himself from her wet opening, she thought that she might
faint.  With great effort, she was able to roll over and raise herself to a
kneeling position.

   Completely spent, she struggled to support her own weight.  Looking
down, she saw that her pillow was a mess of saliva and whatever remains of
David's cum had remained on face.  Still naked, she fell back onto the bed
and curled up in a ball with her back towards her friends and the window.

   She did not recall falling asleep, but all night, she dreamt of getting
fucked over and over again.  When she woke, it was morning.  She was
surprised to find that things were exactly as she had left them -"she was
naked on top of her sheets, her bedroom light was on, her curtains were
open, and...

   Her head did a double take.  The door isn't even locked.  David and
Jacob had apparently disappeared when they were finished without thinking
of it.

   So anyone could have come in here last night while I was passed out. 
That was a terrifying thought, even for Mandy.  However, she knew that it
was extremely unlikely.  She tried to push the idea from her mind.

   Instead, she focused on what she could remember.  If her scattered
memories left any doubt about last night's events, her nudity and the
soreness between her legs confirmed what she already knew.  The fucking
that she recalled was far too vivid in her mind to have been imagined.

   After everything that had happened, she wondered what was in store for
her.  Lying in bed, staring at the sun's rays creeping against the far
wall, she figured that her days of playing innocent were probably at an
end. Nothing will be the same now, she knew.  Everyone will know who I
really am.

   She thought about this as the sunlight slowly crawled across her room.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of someone outside of her door.  A hand
instinctively shot to her sheets, ready to cover herself, but she paused.
With only a moment until the door opened, her mind was overwhelmed with
conflicting reactions.  Her body was in a state of fight or flight.

   There was no more time to think about this.  The door handle began to
turn.

   Hand shaking, Mandy released the sheet and closed her eyes.  Naked,
sprawled across the top of her sheets, she was asleep.  Nothing will be the
same now.



   A Gift Amongst Friends Ch.  06

   The door handle began to turn.

   Hand shaking, Mandy released the blanket and closed her eyes.  Naked,
sprawled across the top of her sheets, she pretended to sleep.  Nothing
will be the same now, she thought.

   She tried to lay motionless as the door opened, but it was difficult to
fight her body's instinctive urge to hide itself.  Terror filled her mind
as she heard the door creak softly and felt the presence of another in the
room.  There was an immediate silence as the intruder evidently spotted
her.

   "Oh fuck..." She heard Megan whisper by the door at the foot of the bed.

   Mandy felt relieved to know that it was just her roommate coming home.
Her newly discovered attraction towards women had begun with feelings
towards Megan.  The thought of now exposing herself to her roommate got her
heart racing.

   Is she still looking?  Mandy wondered.  I wonder if she likes what she
sees, and -"

   "Oh shit!" exclaimed another hushed female voice, surprising Mandy. 
"Looks like your roommate had a wild night."

   Mandy wanted desperately to open her eyes, but she could not.

   After a brief panic, she recognized the voice as Kelly.  Kelly was one
of Megan's close friends that lived in the same dormitory.  Mandy did not
know her very well, but they saw each other frequently in the hallways and
in the meal hall.

   "Yeah," Megan responded, "I don't think I even want to know.  I'm just
going to grab my books and then we can get going."

   For a short time, the only sound was Megan moving around the room. 
Mandy tried to mask her anxiety, not knowing what was happening around her.

   "You know," Kelly began, "she has a pretty nice looking pussy."

   Mandy feared that she may have flinched at the comment.  I had no idea
Kelly was a lesbian.  In retrospect, it was not that surprising.  Although
she had a small frame and a cute face, Kelly's short hair and boyish
personality should have been a dead giveaway.  All Mandy could do was try
not to blush as this girl examined her naked body like a piece of meat. 
She was on her side, and without looking, it was hard to tell just how much
of her shaven womanhood might be showing.

   "Oh god," Megan laughed quietly.  "You pervert.  I guess I wouldn't
know."

   "Well, she does.  Looks like I will have to get to know your roommate a
little better."

   "Good luck with that.  I don't think she's into girls."

   "We'll see," Kelly answered confidently.  "What's her name, again? 
Amanda?"

   "Mandy."

   "Right, Mandy..." Kelly repeated.

   Mandy listened to the girls moving around the room.  Megan seemed to be
taking forever to gather her things, and Mandy could not tell where Kelly
was.  Finally, she heard the door open and close again.  Soon after, she
heard the sound of keys and the click of the door locking.

   Carefully, she opened one eye.  With the coast clear, she slowly got up.

   It seemed like she should have been embarrassed to be exposed like that
to Megan and a girl that she hardly knew.  However, after everything that
she had done over the past month, embarrassment and shame hardly registered
in her mind.  If anything, they had become triggers for her arousal.

   Wrapping herself in a towel, she headed down the hall towards the
showers.  She had long passed the point of caring who saw her so modestly
dressed in the hallways.  Modesty was a distant friend from a past life,
long forgotten.

   As she washed away the events of last night, she thought about what
Kelly had said.

   To her knowledge, Mandy had never been lusted after by another woman
before.  And while Kelly was not exactly the type of girl that Mandy had
been daydreaming about, it turned Mandy on for another woman to talk about
her so crudely.

   She looked at me like an object...just like the guys do.

   The more that Mandy thought about it, the cuter that Kelly seemed.  Her
short blonde hair barely reached below her ears on the sides, but her long
pointed bangs were dyed a deep shade of blue and hung down alongside her
right eye.  She had a small frame, but she was athletic -"rumor had it that
she regularly attended kickboxing.  Although Mandy had often found her
masculine temperament off-putting, in this new context it seemed almost
sexy.

   Up until now, Mandy had almost exclusively fantasized about her close
friends, Megan and Sarah.  However, when it came down to it, any woman
could fulfil her bisexual curiosity.  Wouldn't it make more sense to
experiment with an actual lesbian?

   Mandy dried off and returned to her room.  After getting dressed, she
started her computer and found her image folder still open from the
previous evening.  In another window, she found her email application.

   Message Sent, she read the words displayed across the screen.  Sure
enough, David, Jacob, and Mike were all listed as recipients.  So he really
did send those pictures.  After some hesitation, her finger finally clicked
on the message in her outbox.

   The message inside was brief, but it froze Mandy to her core.  "Hey mike
this is david.  take a look at these pics!  mandy and sarah naked.  Im
serious.  Jake and I are with mandy now.  she fuckin wants it man.  text
you later."

   Shaking, she closed the browser and turned off her computer.  Part of
her wanted to avoid the guys as much as possible.  There were only another
couple of weeks until exams were done and she would be going home for the
summer.  It would be easy enough to avoid David, but Jacob and Mike live in
the same building.  It would be harder to avoid them...if only it was that
simple.

   Things had gotten out of hand last night, even for her, and she was
afraid of how quickly this would spread through her circle of friends. 
This was a fire that needed to be extinguished before it escalated.

   Furthermore, this was not just about Mandy anymore.  The events of last
night were still hazy, but one thing was clear: the guys had acquired the
private photos that she had taken for Sarah...the photos that showed both
girls in a very exposed and very compromising position.  Mandy felt guilty
for the betrayal of her best friend, but she also felt a nervous
excitement. She tried to examine the situation objectively, trying to push
emotions from her mind.

   I can't let her get dragged into this, Mandy knew.  At the very least,
she needed to ensure that the Sarah was left out of this.  This had all
been a big mistake, and the guys needed to delete those pictures before
somebody else saw them.

   But Mandy was afraid to make the first contact.  After how easily she
had put out last night, the boys might expect for her to be a different
person now.  She had accidentally shown them another side of herself, and
she was not sure what would come of it.

   It took some time before she worked up the courage to send Jacob and
David each a text.  She copied and pasted the same message to each guy.

   "Hey...last nite was kinda crazy.  i was really drunk.  can we please
pretend nothing happened?  and I seriously need u to delete sarahs pics
please?  u shouldnt have copied those.  thanks!"

   She tried to keep the email polite, but made it clear that the guys
needed to delete any pictures of Sarah.  It could not be interpreted as a
joke, and she could not appear weak.

   For Mike, she sent a much simpler message.  "The guys stole those pics
without permission and sent them to u.  I seriously need u to delete them.
thanks."

   Several minutes passed before she received her first response from
Jacob. "Don't worry, we won't show them to anyone ;)"

   Mandy paused.  That's not good enough, she thought.  Maybe if they were
only pictures of herself, but that was not the case.  She typed back
frantically.

   "Seriously.  I need u to delete them."

   A long pause followed before her phone chimed.

   "Do I get anything in return if I do?"

   Shit.  This was not going well.  It was clear that she would not win
this easily.

   "Fine u can keep the pics of just me.  delete the ones with sarah" she
conceded.

   Fuck, I'm already giving them ground.  So much for not showing weakness.

   "Anything else?"

   Mandy was fuming.  She could not believe that her own friend was doing
this to her.  What should I expect though?  Last night, she had been putty
in his and David's hands, doing whatever they wanted.  Of course they would
expect no less from her now.

   This is all my fault.  She should never have let things get so out hand.
Up until now, she had always convinced herself that despite all of her slip
ups, she was still ultimately the one in control of what was happening. 
Now, she was starting to wonder if that was still the case, or if it had
ever been the case.  Should she bite the bullet for her friend and allow
herself to be used like this?

   Shamefully, the prospect was not without its own thrill.  However, Mandy
felt like her head was spinning and she could no longer tell right from
wrong.

   "Let me think about it," she finally answered.

   "Ok"

   She put the phone down and exhaled.  She needed to put some time between
herself and last night before she could think about it clearly.  For the
time being, she trusted the guys to keep the secret to themselves.  She did
not immediately hear back from either David or Mike, but she knew without
doubt that the boys were communicating with each other.  Buying time with
one of them would equate to buying time with the others.

   At least, I hope so...

   With classes finished, there was little to do until exams begun.  Mandy
spent most of the afternoon in her dorm room.  Her goal was to study and
catch up on material that she had fallen behind on.  However, she could not
seem to focus, and instead she regularly found herself watching television
to keep her mind occupied.

   Around 3:00pm, she received a text from Sarah, asking what she was doing
tonight.

   "Not much," Mandy responded.  "Probably studying.  u?"

   "I dunno...  might go out with eric and sum of the guys.  u should
come."

   That did not sound like a good idea to Mandy after everything that had
happened at last night's toga party.  "I dunno sarah...  I dont think i
should go out again tonite.  still recovering from last nite."

   No need to go into details, Mandy thought.  Sarah had not been around
for Mandy's most humiliating moments, and she was not sure if her friend
had heard any stories.

   "I wont be there late.  its supposed to be more chill than lasnite. 
theyre heading to the piper"

   Mandy bit her lip.  This seemed like a really terrible idea, but that
was part of the allure.  The Shady Piper was a pretty relaxed bar, dark,
and usually had a live band on the weekends -"an easy place to go
relatively unnoticed.  However, she had accidentally flashed a large number
of guys at the party last night, and it was unlikely that any of them had
forgotten her.  "I dont think so..." she texted.

   "Please."

   Mandy felt a pang of guilt as she remembered betraying her best friend's
trust with the photos.  Even though Sarah was unaware of it, Mandy felt
like she owed her big time.

   It is a public place after all...  it should be pretty safe.

   "Maybe," she responded.  "Yah, ok." She immediately wished that she had
stopped to give it more thought.

   "Ok," Sarah answered.  Something seemed unusual to Mandy.  Her best
friend did not seem like her usual boisterous self.  Maybe she is just
busy...or hung over.

   "Are you coming here first?" Mandy asked.

   "I don't think so.  i think im going earlier with Eric."

   Great, Mandy thought.  I get to awkwardly go over there myself.

   Feeling desperate, Mandy knocked on Jess' door to see if she wanted to
go with her to the Piper later.  Much to Mandy's surprise, Jess informed
her that she already had plans -"a date.

   Defeated, Mandy returned to her studies and an uneventful afternoon. 
When dinner came, she decided to avoid her male friends by eating at the
meal hall across campus.  It was a short-term tactic, but for now, she had
enough to think about.

   After dinner, Mandy spent an unusually large amount of time deciding
what to wear.  She could not wear anything too revealing after the show
that she had already given, else the guys would assume she was a slut.  How
ironic, if after all of the games I've played this month, last night's
accidental exposure is what gets me labeled as a slut.

   However, try as she might, she could not convince herself to wear
anything too conservative for an evening at the bar.  It would just seem
too unusual, she told herself.  Better to act as if nothing happened.

   After scrutinizing everything in her closet and checking twice to
confirm that her curtains were securely shut, she settled on a purple tank
top and a pair of black Lycra leggings.  She chose a matching black bra and
thong, the latter of which had a pair of red lips printed across the crotch
-"a previously innocuous image that had recently taken a devilish turn
since Mandy's newfound interest in women.

   Staring at herself in the mirror, she loved the way that the spandex
material showcased her butt.  The choice of a thong also minimized the
appearance of panty lines.  However, she hesitated as she looked at her
bare shoulders.

   Self-consciousness got the better of her, and she grabbed her hoodie to
wear over her top.  She rationalized that she could always take it off
later if she felt warm or overdressed.

   It was almost 9:30pm by the time that Mandy exited the cab and stepped
into The Shady Piper.  As expected, there was a band on the small stage
near the entrance playing an acoustic set.  The tables were largely full of
college students, talking over the background music as Mandy waded through
the crowd, searching for her friend.

   In the far corner, a hand shot up that caught her eye.  Looking down,
she saw Sarah, waving her down from a booth against the wall.  Seated next
to her was Eric, and they seemed to be surrounded by a bunch of figures
that Mandy did not recognize from a distance.  As she came closer, she
found that the group had pushed three tables together, and there were
currently eleven of them crowded around the four empty pitchers on the
center of the tables.

   Aside from Sarah, there were two other unfamiliar young women.  One gave
Mandy a long look as she approached the table before returning to her
conversation.  Of the eight guys, Mandy recognized a few other than Eric.
She vaguely remembered Chris and Brian from the party, along with a couple
of other familiar faces.

   Each guy she recognized filled her with a sense of dread, as she could
not recall who had seen her toga fall last night.  Except for Eric.  Eric
had definitely seen her in nothing but her panties last night, and now he
was the first after Sarah to recognize and greet Mandy enthusiastically. 
Others turned in their chairs to look up at her and followed suit.

   I don't know if they remember me or if they are just happy to have
another girl at the table, she thought, pulling a chair up to the far
corner.

   She and Eric exchanged eye contact for several seconds, and Mandy
immediately suspected that this was a bad idea.  He had seen much more than
just her drunken incident last night.  Sarah had given him the whole set of
photos that the two girls had taken together, and those were far more
embarrassing than a brief flash of her tits.

   Even so, she sat and tried to fake interest in the guys' passionate
discussion of a movie she had never seen.  Slowly, the awkwardness
decreased, and after three double rum and Cokes, Mandy was feeling brave
enough to start talking loudly across the table to Sarah.

   The guys also took notice of her increased sociability.  The boy to her
left, a younger looking guy that she did not recognize, seemed particularly
interested in her life story.  He asked numerous questions about her major,
her courses, where she was from, and if she liked such-and-such bands and
movies.  Meanwhile, on the right of her sat Chris, who was funnier and more
charming than Mandy remembered.  He had a tendency to turn everything into
a dirty joke, and after each one, he seemed to give Mandy a quick look and
a smile.

   More people began to arrive as the evening progressed, and soon, members
of the group were branching off into other nearby tables.

   Scanning the bar, Mandy's eyes stopped two tables over.  At first she
thought she was seeing things in the low light, but surely enough, there
was Kelly, seated with a couple of the guys from the boys' dorm.

   You know, she has a pretty nice looking pussy.  Kelly's words from that
morning echoed in Mandy's head.  She remembered the crude tone that Kelly
had used and the tingle that she had felt as she lay helpless and exposed
in her bed.

   Mandy stared at Kelly from afar, unable to break her gaze.  Kelly did
not seem to notice her, and Mandy felt that was probably for the best.  The
number of people that had seen her naked was skyrocketing over the past
weeks, and she could hardly manage it all.

   She was startled from her gaze when Sarah dropped into the seat next to
her.  "Hey," she greeted again, now that the two girls could hear each
other clearly.  "Sorry about that.  I didn't mean for you to get stuck here
at the end."

   "It's okay," Mandy replied with a smile.  It had seemed like an
annoyance several drinks ago, but now it felt pretty unimportant.  Even her
anxious embarrassment was starting to subside.

   "Well, I appreciate you coming." Sarah slurred the last two words a
little.  No surprise, considering the number of times the guys filled her
glass from the last pitcher.  "It was kind of awkward before you got here."

   I'm sure it was more awkward after I got here.  "Why is that?"

   "Long story..." Sarah trailed off.  "Remind me tomorrow and I'll tell
you about it."

   "Okay..."

   Sarah could sense Mandy's confusion, and she leaned in close.  "Let's
just say that...  things got a little crazy in Eric's room last night." She
paused.  "...With his roommate there."

   Mandy was shocked -"and somewhat relieved -"to hear that she was not the
only one that had experienced a wild night.  However, Sarah would say no
more about it, and Mandy allowed the topic to drop for now.

   The two girls talked for a while, and Mandy tried to gauge if Sarah had
heard anything about what had happened at the party, or after.  If Sarah
knew, she gave no indication, which set Mandy's mind at ease.  It sounds
like she has her own stuff to worry about.

   Their conversation did not last long before Sarah disappeared to find
Eric, leaving Mandy alone once more with the boys.

   She looked at her phone to get the time -"11:04pm.  She had been at the
bar for only an hour and a half, but Mandy was already starting to think of
possible excuses to leave.

   Just as her fifth drink was finished and Mandy was getting ready to flag
the waitress for her bill, someone pulled up a seat next to her.

   "Hey!" Kelly greeted as she sat down.

   "Hi," Mandy returned, almost dumbstruck from the surprise.

   "You're Megan's roommate...  Amanda, right?"

   "Mandy."

   "Right!  Mandy, sorry!"

   "No problem," Mandy replied.  "People call me that all the time.  I'm
used to it."

   "What's up?  I didn't know that you knew these guys," Kelly inquired
warmly, leaning in to talk above the noise of the bar.

   "I don't really.  I'm here with a friend who knows them.  Not really
sure where she went." Mandy scanned the bar from her seat.  "Is Megan here
too?"

   "No, I think she's with Alex."

   Sounds about right, Mandy thought.

   "I was about to order another pitcher," Kelly started.  "Do you want to
split one?"

   Mandy shifted in her seat.  "Uh, I don't know.  I was actually thinking
of going soon."

   "Don't go yet.  We've lived in the same residence for almost a year and
I don't think we've ever said more than two words to each other."

   That was not entirely true.  They had spoken a few times in the meal
hall and when Kelly came over to see Megan, but it was true that the two
girls hardly knew each other.

   "Come on," Kelly insisted.  "Just stay for one more pitcher."

   "Umm..." Mandy hesitated.

   Some of the other guys at the table took notice of their conversation.

   "What?" Chris asked.  "You're not leaving already, are you?"

   A couple of other guys agreed that it was too early to leave.

   Mandy caved in to the peer pressure.  "Okay, I guess I can stay for one
more pitcher."

   Kelly ordered a local ale and returned her attention to Mandy.  "So
Megan said that you are into photography?"

   Mandy was thankful for the darkness of the bar as she blushed at the
question.  While photography had once been nothing but an innocent hobby
for her, it had taken a more sexual turn over the past couple of months. 
However, there was no need to get into that.  "Yes..." she replied.  "A
little bit."

   "That's pretty awesome." Kelly replied enthusiastically.  "I've been
doing it for a couple of years now and I've taken a couple of classes. 
I've really been into painting though lately."

   Mandy looked up at the girl next to her.  Kelly had on very minimal
makeup compared to Mandy, but still she had an undeniable beauty to her. 
Her charisma owned the room, and Mandy almost felt intimidated by her. 
Mandy tried to hold eye contact as they spoke, but she frequently found
herself looking away.

   The beer arrived, and Kelly poured them each a glass.

   "I would love to try painting," Mandy said, taking a large drink to calm
her nerves.  "I will have to check out some of your work some time."

   "And I will have to do the same with your pictures."

   Mandy felt a tingle of butterflies in her stomach as she imagined
showing Kelly some of her more recent work.  Then again, she already saw me
naked.  "Oh, I've hardly touched the camera since school started," she
lied.

   "Well you should get back into it.  Have you ever done any modeling?"

   "A little..." Mandy had done a bit of modeling back in high school, but
the admission felt dirty in light of her most recent time in front of the
camera.

   "You should model for me some time.  You're definitely built for it,"
Kelly said with a smirk, scanning Mandy in her chair.

   Mandy's face turned red again.  Guys complimented her all the time, but
she was not used to being flirted with by another woman.  "Maybe..." She
felt warm, but she could not tell if it was Kelly or the alcohol.

   The girls talked for a while longer, ordering a second pitcher when
their first one quickly emptied.  Mandy learned that Kelly was from
Toronto, a long way from home.  As Mandy had suspected, Kelly was heavily
athletic, apparently kickboxing at least once per week and a former rugby
player back in high school.

   Mandy could hardly imagine this tiny girl on the rugby field.

   Kelly revealed that she played bass in a local band as well.

   "Oh wow!" Mandy was impressed.  "That's so cool!  I wish I could play
something."

   Oh god, she thought afterward.  I am starting to sound like a giddy
schoolgirl.

   "Yeah, I've been playing music for a while," Kelly responded,
nonchalant. "I used to take piano lessons when I was a kid.  I guess I've
just developed some pretty nimble fingers." She leaned in closer on the
last words, and Mandy almost trembled at the innuendo.

   She suddenly realized how closely they were sitting.  How long have our
legs been touching under the table?  Mandy became self-conscious of the way
their bodies leaned together as they spoke.

   Looking around the bar, she looked for Sarah.  It had been half an hour
since she last saw her friend.  Mandy was worried what Sarah might think if
she saw her best friend flirting with a girl.  Will she judge me if she
thinks I'm a lesbian?  Mandy did not want any rumors to get started,
especially while she herself was still not sure on her own feelings.

   Looking around the table, she feared that even talking to Kelly in front
of the guys might be taking too big of a risk.

   Chris noticed her confused look.  "Something wrong?"

   "No..." She stammered.  "Have you seen Sarah?  Or Eric?"

   "No," he replied.  "Haven't seen them in a while.  They might have left
already."

   Seriously?  Mandy thought, mildly frustrated.  She ditched me for a
second night in a row?

   "Everything okay?" Kelly asked.

   "Yeah..." Mandy trailed off.  "I just...  I can't believe she didn't
even say bye."

   "Aww, don't worry about it," Kelly reassured.  "Something may have come
up."

   "Yeah..."

   "So just stay here with us.  Your friend might come back.

   "I guess."

   Kelly could read the concern in Mandy's voice.  "Is she your girlfriend
or something?"

   Mandy was caught off guard by the question.  "Sarah?  Oh god, no.  She's
just a friend."

   "Oh, okay." Kelly smiled, thinking to herself before speaking.  "So
you're not with her?"

   "What?  No, she's my best friend," Mandy answered defensively.  The
night with the camera doesn't count, she told herself.  We stopped before
anything happened.

   "Okay." Kelly paused again.  "Have you ever been with another woman?"

   "No," Mandy responded quickly.  Around the table, a couple of guys stole
glances at the two girls before casually looking away.  She realized that
Kelly was deliberately steering the conversation, and it had attracted some
attention.

   "Have you ever considered it?"

   Wow, she works fast.  It reminded Mandy of being hit on by a guy
-"direct and lacking in subtlety.  Choose your words carefully.

   "I...  I don't know," she answered hesitantly.

   "It's okay, I won't tell."

   Under the table, Mandy felt Kelly's hand on her thigh.  Instinctively,
she tensed up and grabbed it with her own hand.

   "I..." Her hand firmly grasped Kelly's as she thought about her next
words.  Kelly's thumb broke free and gently stroked the back of Mandy's
fingers.  She lowered her voice.  "I don't know.  I guess I've thought
about it."

   Kelly smiled a wicked smile.  Wrenching her hand free, she returned it
to Mandy's thigh.  Leaning close, she whispered so low that Mandy could
hardly hear her.  "Well, how about you try it later?  I will eat your pussy
so well that you won't ever want me to stop."

   Mandy turned a bright shade of red that must have been visible, even in
the dim lighting of the bar.  This was all happening too quickly.  Her body
wanted to be touched, but something about this felt wrong.  Unfortunately,
she was growing accustomed to doing the wrong thing.  "I..." She was
speechless.  "I...  don't know.  I mean, I...  maybe."

   She melted in her seat as Kelly's hand slowly rubbed her thigh.  "It's
okay," Kelly whispered.  "No pressure.  I was just getting the vibe from
you.  If you're not interested..."

   "I am." Even Mandy was surprised how effortlessly the words escaped her.
"I mean...  I think I am."

   Oh god, what am I getting into?  I don't even know her.

   There seemed to be a stir around the table that woke Mandy from her
trance.  People were settling their bills and collecting their things.

   Kelly looked over at the crowd, disappointed.  "You guys aren't already
leaving, are you?"

   Some guy across the table answered back.  "We're just going back to the
dorm.  Chris says that there is still a load of liquor from last night."

   That's no surprise, Mandy thought.  There had been countless bottles
when she left the party, and with the semester almost over, every remaining
night would be a party at the boys' dorm.

   He continued, "Come on, you girls are coming too.  We're all cabbing
back."

   Even after all she had drank, that sounded like poor judgment to Mandy.
She decided that she would split a cab with the group and most likely
return to her own residence.

   "To be continued, I guess." Kelly said, turning back towards Mandy.

   The girls started fishing for their wallets, only to be stopped by the
same guy.  "Don't worry about it ladies," he explained.  "The guys already
settled the tab.  Your drinks are on us."

   "Oh," Mandy paused, surprised.  "You didn't have to do that.  Thank
you."

   "Thanks," Kelly echoed.

   "Don't worry about it," he answered as they all rose from the table. 
"It's our tradition.  Girls don't pay for drinks at our table."

   I don't know if that's chivalry or sexism...  Mandy stumbled as she got
out of her chair.  And I am getting too drunk to think about it.

   As they stepped outside, they moved towards a group of nearby cabs,
parked and waiting for late-night fares.  Several guys hopped into the
first cab.

   Mandy felt a hand around her wrist, and she obediently followed as Kelly
pulled her to another taxi.  She was led into the back seat and soon found
herself positioned between Kelly and Chris.  She thought that she might
pass out as Chris talked to the driver.

   She felt a hand on her lap, but it hardly registered in her mind.

   "Hey, I remember you."

   Hmm?

   "From last week, wasn't it?" The voice continued.

   Mandy opened her eyes.  The driver's eyes were framed in the rear-view
mirror, staring back at her warmly.  "What?" She asked, unsure if it was
even him that had spoken.

   "Didn't I drive you and another girl from the bars last week?"

   "Maybe..." Mandy was confused.  "I don't remember."

   "I could have sworn it was you.  Hard to forget a couple of pretty girls
getting crazy back there.  Doesn't happen too often, I can tell you that."

   Mandy had no idea what he was talking about.  "I think you are confusing
me with..." She trailed off as some faint memory brushed against her
consciousness.  Sarah?  "Oh..."

   Kelly and Chris both looked at her.

   "Oh, really?" Kelly exclaimed, stretching out the last word playfully.
Her hand tightened on Mandy's leg.

   "It's not what it sounds like," Mandy blurted out uncontrollably. 
"Sarah and I just kissed!" She could not believe that she had so openly
admitted that to two people that she hardly knew.  "We were drunk," she
continued.  Why can't I stop talking?

   "Well that's interesting," Chris said to himself, smiling.

   "I'll say!" Kelly seemed highly excited.  "Here I've been flirting with
you and thinking that I was doing well.  I didn't realize I was behind the
curve."

   Mandy bit her lip, desperately trying to keep herself silent.

   "Well, in that case, I am at least going to catch up." Kelly leaned over
and grabbed Mandy by the shoulder, placing her other hand behind her head.
They kissed passionately, and Mandy returned the gesture instinctively
before she even knew what was happening.

   Kelly's tongue was forceful, quickly exploring Mandy's mouth.  Her bangs
tickled Mandy's cheek as the two girls embraced in the tight space of the
back seat.

   She smells so good and her skin is so soft.  Coherent thoughts melted
away, and all that Mandy could understand were her physical senses.  She
was firmly held in this kiss for some time, but it was impossible to tell
how long.

   Kelly's lips pulled away, kissing Mandy's cheek and continuing down her
neck.  Mandy leaned back in her seat and wondered if this was really
happening.

   It occurred so quickly that Mandy could not stop it.

   Kelly's hand found its way to Mandy's right breast.  Taking a firm grip
of the unzipped hoodie and the tank top below, she gave a quick tug,
pulling the garments to the side and partially exposing Mandy's black bra.
Kelly's fingers slipped into the bra's right cup, and Mandy gasped as she
felt the hand cupping her bare breast.

   She wanted to resist, but her body would not comply.  She was putty in
her seat as her drunken mind processed the lips on her neck and the
attention that her chest was receiving.  She could only sit still and
observe as Kelly gave the bra cup another forceful tug, exposing Mandy's
right breast.

   The two girls exchanged eye contact as Kelly's lips found their way to
Mandy's large pink nipple.  A soft moan escaped Mandy as she felt a tongue
delicately tracing her areola and lightly flicking her hardening nipple.

   She looked over at Chris who stared back at her.  She looked forward and
found the cab driver paying more attention to his rear view mirror than to
the road in front of him.

   Kelly pulled away and planted her lips back onto Mandy's, kissing her
passionately.

   We shouldn't be doing this here.  We should...

   Mandy inhaled suddenly as she felt another pair of lips encircle her
bare nipple.  Reaching blindly, her hand found its way to the back of
Chris' head pulling his face closer to her chest.  The party in backseat
was quickly getting out of hand, but not a soul in the car wanted for it to
stop.

   This seemed to only last for seconds, but as Mandy opened her eyes, she
realized that the car was parked outside of the university dorms.

   How long was I sitting here?

   "Mandy, come on!"

   The seats beside her were empty, and the door on her left side was open.
Outside, Kelly stood, waiting.  In front of her, the driver was turned in
his seat, looking back at the waking girl in his cab.

   "You going to be okay?" He asked with a smile.

   Mandy looked down to see that her breast was still hanging out.  "Yeah,"
she said, readjusting her top.  "I'm good."

   "Hopefully I'll see you again," he replied.  "I work the night shifts a
lot."

   Mandy mumbled a reply.  Slowly, she climbed from the car.

   Things seemed to pass in a daze as Kelly and Chris walked her to the
boys' dorm.  She looked at her own residence across the courtyard.  I
really should go home, she thought.  However, she said nothing, and soon
the group was in the elevator.

   They made their way to the sixth floor, in the same common room where
the toga party had been held the previous night.  The room was much less
crowded than it had been last night, but a small, lively group was
congregated on the sofas.

   The girls received a pleasant greeting from the awaiting guys as they
entered.  Mandy was a little surprised.  She thought that maybe Sarah would
be here.  In fact, there were no other girls -"she and Kelly were the only
ones.

   The girls quickly found a seat in one of the corner sofas, and like last
night, the boys were more than happy to prepare them each a drink.

   Mandy recognized some of these faces from the bar and some from last
night, but others were unfamiliar.  The guys showed the girls
disproportionate attention, but Kelly placed an arm over Mandy's shoulder,
marking her territory.

   Instead, the guys eased on the flirting and watched as the two girls
gradually became more intimate.

   Talking turned into laughing, which turned into touching.  Before Mandy
knew what was happening, they were laying side by side, making out again as
they had in the cab.  Their bodies were in full embrace, and their audience
was starting to grow.

   Many of the guys watched attentively, while a few hurried to carry the
news across the floor.  Soon, more stragglers emerged to enjoy the show.

   Ignore them, Mandy told herself as she passionately opened her mouth to
receive Kelly's kiss.  However, it became increasingly difficult to ignore
the cheers that arose as Kelly's hand groped Mandy's spandex-clad ass.

   Kelly gently bit Mandy's lower lip as she climbed atop her prey.

   Mandy could only lay helpless as events seem to transpire outside the
realm of her control.  It's so warm in here.  It came as a relief when the
hoodie was removed, leaving her in the purple tank top and black leggings.

   Kelly's hands explored her body freely.  One arm wrapped around Mandy's
waist as the fingers crept under her shirt, tracing the small of her back.
Mandy squirmed as the fingers tickled her, but she remained focused on the
tactile sensations of her mouth.  Alcohol and hormones pumped through her
veins, and the world around her gradually disappeared.  Nothing existed,
nothing mattered outside of the sofa.

   Kelly's hands moved higher, and Mandy jumped as she felt the snap of her
bra open and the garment go loose.  She opened her eyes and saw Kelly
looking back at her.  She is so beautiful.

   Both hands came to her waist, and she felt her shirt being slowly peeled
away.  She knew it was wrong, but her mind was distracted by the lips
within the contours of her neck.  Her midsection was now exposed, but Mandy
was elsewhere.

   Only as her shirt lifted higher, uncovering her loosened black bra, did
Mandy momentarily snap back to reality.  She tried to reach down and stop
it, but Kelly brushed her hands aside.  Mandy obediently sat back and
halted her struggle.  Perhaps it was the look in Kelly's eyes, or perhaps
it was the alcohol, but for some reason, Mandy trusted Kelly and yearned to
put her fate in her hands.  Perhaps she would regret it later, but for now
that seemed irrelevant.

   The audience let out a triumphant roar as Mandy's naked breasts spilled
out into the open.

   Mandy wanted to cover herself, but she knew it was pointless -"Kelly
would not allow it.  Instead, she closed her eyes and allowed her head to
fall back against the cushioned armrest.  Her shirt and bra were awkwardly
bunched under her armpits.  She gladly helped as they were both guided up
over her shoulders, and tossed to the floor.

   Her eyes remained tightly shut, insulating her from her surroundings. 
However, she let out a dull whimper as she felt Kelly's lips wrap around
her tender nipple for the second time that evening.

   "Oh shit, this is awesome," came a male voice in the crowd.

   No shit, Mandy thought, now positioned on her back.  She savored several
minutes of attention to her breasts.  She no longer cared who was watching,
and she eagerly lifted her butt from the sofa and kicked off her shoes to
allow her tight leggings to be removed.

   Kelly leaned back, admiring her conquest.

   Mandy's eyes were now open, and she felt vulnerable.  She was left in
nothing but her black panties and a pair of white socks, pinned below this
physically imposing beauty for the entertainment of countless spectators.
She was afraid.  This was the culmination of multiple fantasies wrapped up
into one unbelievable moment.

   Several phones were out, capturing photographic and video evidence of
her debauchery, but Mandy was somewhere else.  She thought that she might
reach orgasm just from the look that Kelly gave her.  It was a look of
possession, of uninhibited lust.

   Kelly had already figured out what type of girl Mandy was, and she was
more than happy to indulge her.

   Her eyes locked onto the red lips printed on Mandy's thong, and she
smirked.  "Is that an invitation?"

   Mandy bit her lip, but gave no response, assuming it was a rhetorical
question.

   "Well then..." Kelly slipped a hand into the waistband of the black
thong, quickly finding her way to its destination.

   Mandy gasped as a finger slipped easily inside of her wet opening.

   This was so dirty...so disgusting.  She was getting fingered in front of
a bunch of strangers in a boys' dorm.  What have I become?  Andrew, Sarah,
David, Jacob...and now this.  There was not much time to think about it
before Kelly stirred her back to the present.

   Kelly was lowering herself to the floor, kneeling in front of Mandy and
removing her socks.  She looked up at Mandy, giving her an opportunity to
protest.  But both girls knew what was coming.

   The panties travelled over her hips and down her thighs, but Mandy kept
her legs together, attempting to maintain what small semblance of pride
remained.  The last of her clothing dropped to the floor, and Kelly took
one of her knees in each hand.

   Forcefully, she opened Mandy's legs, exposing her bare pussy to the
crowd of onlookers.  Her shaven lips were splayed open, partially exposing
her most intimate parts.  It no longer mattered.  There's no going back
now. She had performed so many innocent shows for the boys of this dorm in
front of her window.  Last night she had even flashed them in this very
room.  But this was the first time that she could not feign innocence.

   I'm drunk, Mandy told herself.  Surely, they know that I'm drunk.  This
isn't the real me.

   She tensed up as Kelly's tongue slipped between her lips.  This is
really happening...this isn't a dream.

   "Mmmm, I've wanted to get my tongue in here all night," Kelly proclaimed
proudly from between Mandy's thighs, her fingers tracing the contours of
Mandy's labia.  "Am I really the first woman you've been with?"

   Mandy opened her eyes and looked at all of the faces watching, all of
the phones and cameras pointed in her direction.  A deep shade of red
spread across her cheeks and down her neck.  Kelly was purposefully
embarrassing her.  "Mmmhmm," she quietly responded.

   That got the boys in a loud frenzy, some shouting accusations of lying,
others telling Kelly to go easy on her.

   Kelly smiled.  "Good." With that, she buried her face between Mandy legs
and began furiously licking her clit.

   "Oh fuck!" Mandy moaned in surprise and pleasure, placing a hand on
Kelly's shoulder and another on Kelly's head.  Her legs were quivering and
for a moment she lost her breath.  She had never been eaten like this
before -"not even close.  Kelly's tongue found all of the right places, her
mouth took possession of Mandy's womanhood.

   The stimulation was almost too much, and Mandy's body instinctively
tried to retreat into the cushions of the sofa.  However, Kelly was
relentless, slipping her fingers deep into Mandy as she continued to
pleasure her orally.

   "Oh..." Mandy whimpered loudly between each sharp breath.  She raised a
hand to her own breast.  Her nipples were still tender from the attention
that Kelly had given them, but she did not care.  She firmly pinched her
pink nipple, rolling it between her fingers.  "Oh god, oh fuck!  I'm going
to cum..."

   She spread her legs wide, allowing Kelly unhindered access to her eager
cunt.  This was it.  This was what she had been wanting since her first
dream about Megan.  She had heard that women ate pussy better than men, but
she could never have imagined the difference.  Her body tensed up, unable
to take any more.

   Her cries of ecstasy would have been heard down the halls, except that
everyone was already crammed into this room.  She screamed involuntarily as
a massive spasm flowed through her body.  She thought she might faint as
her vision began to darken.

   However, Kelly did not ease up, continuing to vigorously lick at Mandy's
slit.  Inside, Mandy could feel Kelly's fingers massaging her still
sensitive G-spot.

   "Please...no more." Mandy pleaded.  The lower half of her body felt like
it would explode, and for a moment she was sincerely afraid that she might
pee herself.

   Kelly ignored her requests, and with her free hand, she firmly held
Mandy's legs apart, even as they tried to close.

   "Oh god, fuck...fuck!" Mandy cried a second time, holding nothing back.
Her hand gripped the sofa cushion so tightly that she feared it might tear.
Her body shook and her legs fell limp to the floor.

   She looked around her and slowly processed her surroundings.  There were
now over two dozen people in the room, and the audience now included
another girl.  She looked somewhat familiar, but Mandy could not place her
in her current state of mind.

   Mandy looked down.  Her chest glistened with sweat, and between her
legs, Kelly gently licked at her labia, cleaning up any remaining mess from
their performance.  She took a deep breath and sat up, leaning forward to
kiss Kelly.

   It was certainly not the first time that Mandy has tasted her own
juices, but tasting them from another woman's mouth was a whole other
experience.

   She reached down, taking a hold of Kelly's shirt, but Kelly pushed her
hand away.

   "Not here," she said softly to Mandy.  "Grab your clothes."

   Mandy fell back into the sofa on her first attempt to rise.  Her legs
were like rubber, and she felt numb from the waist down.  Her exhaustion,
combined with the alcohol, took its toll on her balance.  Finally, taking
hold of the armrest, she leaned over, grabbed the pile of clothes on the
floor, and stood upright.

   Before she could get dressed, Kelly grabbed her by the wrist and dragged
her out into the halls.  There was no time to process the situation.  The
next thing that Mandy remembered was the small washroom she had used last
night.  Her back was pushed against the door, and Kelly was kissing her
deeply.

   It did not take long for Kelly to slip out of her t-shirt and to undo
her jeans.  Underneath, she wore a sky blue bra and a pair of black
boyshorts.  In one deft movement, she unsnapped the bra, and it fell to the
floor.

   Her breasts were small, but perky.  They reminded Mandy of Sarah, but
Kelly's nipples were larger and more prominent.

   Kelly grabbed the back of Mandy's head and pulled her face forward. 
Mandy opened her mouth and hungrily sucked Kelly's tits, trying to mimic
the attention that Kelly had previously shown to her own breasts.

   "Mmmm, suck it harder."

   Mandy did as she was told.  I am nothing if not obedient.

   Meanwhile, Kelly pushed her panties to the floor and backed herself up
against the sink.  Hopping up onto the small counter, she spread her legs
and Mandy knew exactly what was expected of her.

   "I don't really know what I'm doing," she said, kneeling down in front
of her new friend.  Before her, a small dark patch of pubic hair framed
Kelly's awaiting pussy.  Her swollen lips gleamed from excitement.  Mandy
looked up at Kelly, suddenly ashamed of her own inexperience.

   "Don't worry about it," Kelly reassured.  "Just get in there and don't
be afraid to use your tongue."

   Mandy leaned forward, but paused.  "I'm...I'm just not sure if..."

   "Oh, fuck..." Kelly interrupted, rolling her eyes.  She took hold of
Mandy's head and pulled her face between her legs.  "Just get in there."

   The first things that Mandy processed was the way that the pubic hair
tickled her nose.  Next, she felt the moisture that now enveloped her lips.
The aroma that filled her nostrils was intoxicating, and her fear
transformed into a restored sense of lust.

   She thought about everything that had just happened -"I was just
undressed and eaten out in front of a group of strangers.  And now, after
being paraded naked from the scene of the crime, her face was buried deep
in the pussy of someone that could hardly remember her name.

   This is either the best or the worst night of my life.

   Sticking out her tongue, Mandy began gently licking.  She did not know
what she was doing, but soon, her head was moving in a nodding motion,
lapping her tongue along Kelly's lips and between them.

   Kelly said nothing, but her body language suggested that Mandy was off
to a good start.  Every time that her tongue passed over her clit, Mandy
could feel Kelly's body tense up slightly.  This feedback became her guide
as Mandy increased her speed.

   Soon, Kelly's breathing quickened and Mandy's chin was slick with saliva
and juices.  Although she had never done this before, Mandy knew that she
was getting close.

   Within a minute, Kelly was softly moaning as she ran her fingers through
Mandy's hair.

   Exhausted and naked, both girls collapsed.

   It felt like the room was spinning.  Mandy closed her eyes and fell back
against the wall.  The porcelain tiles of the floor were cold against her
bare skin, but she could not muster the energy to do anything about it.

   "That was...amazing," she muttered between breaths.

   "I knew you would be licking my pussy by the end of the night," Kelly
said, looking down on Mandy.  "I could just tell from the moment I laid
eyes on you."

   What does she mean by that?

   Kelly dropped down from the counter and started getting dressed as she
continued talking.  "It's too bad I didn't do this sooner.  If I had known,
I would have been stopping by your room all year for a casual fuck.  Oh
well." As she put on the last of her clothes, she turned to Mandy, still on
the floor.  "Tell Megan I said hi."

   Mandy opened her eyes and suddenly realized that she was alone in the
small washroom.  The door was halfway open, but Mandy could not reach it to
shut it, nor could she bring herself to get up.  Down the hall, she could
hear music playing and people talking.

   Grabbing her hoodie off the floor, she reached into the pocket and
pulled out her phone.

   This is a terrible idea.  I should not be doing this while drunk.  Her
thumbs moved of their own volition as she typed the message for Jacob.

   "I will do whatever u guys want if u delete the pics."

   She sat with her thumb over the send button.  Better judgment lost, and
the message was sent.

   Again, Mandy tried to get up, and again, her body failed her.  I need to
stop drinking so much, and now I need to figure out how to get home.

   As she stared up at the ceiling, it felt like the floor below her was
swaying.  Closing her eyes for a moment to rest, the world slowly drifted
away as sleep took hold.

   Her dreams were vivid.  Mandy dreamt that she was writing her final
exam, but there had been a mix up and she was given the wrong exam. 
Terrified, she stared at the page before her, but it was like another
language -"pure gibberish.  She wanted to bring the mistake to the
invigilator's attention, but she was naked under her desk and was afraid
that he might notice.

   She looked around, paranoid that one of her classmates would catch her.
Without warning, there was a presence behind her, and she was being pulled
back in her chair.  No please, I'm naked.

   A hand cupped around each of Mandy's breasts, and the next thing that
she knew, she was lying on her back.  In front of the class, she was
getting fucked on the cold desk.  All she could think of was the exam and
how she was going to fail if she did not get back to it.  Even so, she
spread her legs and began to moan.

   She woke up and looked at her phone.  2:47am.  Realizing that she was
naked, it did not take long to recall the events that had brought her to
this place.  With great effort, she put on her clothes and slowly rose from
the floor on unsteady feet.  After a moment of difficulty, she found her
footing and made her way quietly down the hall.  The last thing that she
wanted was to be seen again after all that she had done.

   As she slipped into the elevator, the door closed, and she felt like she
could finally breathe easy.

   The walk across the courtyard felt long, but it gave her time to reflect
on what had just happened.  Part of her wanted to crawl into a hole and
die, another part wanted something else entirely.

   She considered stopping by Kelly's room, although she was not entirely
sure where it was.  She also considered paying Andrew another visit down
the hall.

   Instead, she returned to her own room.  Thankfully, Megan was gone out,
Mandy had the room to herself.  Her bed had never felt as comfortable as it
did just now.

   She was just about to fall asleep again when her phone chimed with a
response from Jacob.

   "Oh yeah?  Prove it," he texted.  "Take a pic and send it to me."

   Mandy took off her hoodie and tossed it aside.  Leaning on her side, she
held the phone out at arm's length and took a photo.

   The picture was nothing special.  Her hair was something of a mess and
her tank top showed off a moderate amount of cleavage.  She knew that she
could do better, but she was too drunk to care at this point.

   Soon after she sent it, she received another message.

   "You look warm.  You should make yourself more comfortable."

   "Whatever you want," she responded.  Taking off her shirt, she took a
similar photo in her bra.  "Better?"

   "Keep going..."