Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. >Summer Submission by NatHart8 Summer Submission (Part 1: The Stripping) Hanging out had taken on a mix of melancholy and deep comfort. The summer before college felt like an endless -victory lap, - yet eventually the time would come for each of them to take the next step. Enjoying their last months together before they moved to different parts of the country, steeped in nostalgia, was easy and special. In Eric -(TM)s spacious basement, Taylor pushed out her booty and jokingly tried to twerk to the Nicki Minaj song that she interrupted the que for. Taylor had graduated close to the top of the social totem pole at their small prep school. Dirty blonde shoulder length hair, tan skin, and a nice figure made her the -hot girl - at school. She was aware of her status and enjoyed it. Getting good grades, being active in student government, and getting on varsity volleyball cultivated her status, and by senior year she was known to -throw her weight around - socially as people jockeyed for her attention and approval. She even enjoyed when people called her a bitch behind her back, knowing they wouldn -(TM)t dare say it to her face. -Yasss, - Reina exclaimed as she popped up and twerked against Taylor, with actual impressiveness. Latinas always gotta show off their dancing, Taylor figured. She considered Reina, the 4 -(TM)9 -(TM) -(TM) captain of the soccer team, her closest friend. Taylor would tease her that the only reason people could put up with her energy was because she had nice cheekbones, but she secretly loved Reina -(TM)s contagious spirit. At the same time, she secretly judged her for being so eager to please. Case in point; she had brought fresh homemade cake which was wonderful and also, in Taylor -(TM)s mind, a little awkward. Taylor laughed and started spanking Reina. -Alright, alright, get it, Reina! - Eric said from his couch as he finished packing a bowl. He -(TM)d recently grown three inches over the last year, and his facial hair had finally come in nicely. He pushed some floppy brown hair from his eyes, and looked up and smiled at Taylor, his cheek dimples folding. Her face got hot for a moment. A few months ago she developed a sudden and intense crush on her friend Eric, and she was hoping this summer they would hook up and date until, at least, it was time to go off to college. They had been spending more time together, and he had been acting more warmly towards her. He had always been one of the sweetest guys in her life, and now that he had grown more handsome, she wanted him. She walked over and sat next to him, as Reina kept dancing to Megan thee Stallion -(TM)s verse. -Ladies first, - he held the piece to her mouth, and lit the bowl. She sucked and then sputtered coughing. -Yoooo, who finna get litty? - boomed a voice from the stairs. Mark stomped into the room holding up two 12 packs of beer. -Yoooo, you -(TM)re a douchebag! - Taylor shouted back smiling. -Love you too, Taylor, - he took off his raybans. Mark was tall, muscular, with a chiseled jaw and a sleeveless shirt; just the worst combination of fuckboy and affable charisma. He was the lacrosse hero of the school, heading to Penn State on a sports scholarship. His confidence and slight teasing made him very popular with the girls. Taylor cringed that even she had drunkenly slept with him a year ago. Ara and Reina had too. He was kind of a lousy lay. Besides heavy flirtation, no party was interested in doing it again. -Where -(TM)s Ara? - Mark said as he began pouring cups. -Who knows, - Taylor checked her phone, -She hasn -(TM)t responded to any texts. We -(TM)ll be lucky if she deigns to come at all. - Ara was always an ethereal hipster type, splitting her time between them and the other Taiwanese exchange students she came with, but she had grown even more distant the last few months. She had gotten a bob cut and pierced her septum, started spending more time in different crowds. JP had followed behind Mark and waved hi at the group. -Mark, don -(TM)t tell anybody, - he whispered loudly as he slipped a white tablet in the cups. -Oh my god, JP, - Eric sighed. JP continued to obviously take mentos from their pack and pretend to sneakily slip them in the beers. He made a shhhh gesture to a laughing Mark. -That -(TM)s not funny, - Reina said as she laughed, -That -(TM)s super fucked up, JP. - -Sorry, I skipped the roofie lesson at health class, - he grinned. JP was chubby with bad stubble, often compared to Jonah Hill. Funniest and most offensive kid in school. He was too fun to be around to not be included with the -popular kids. - A couple hours and rounds of beer pong later, there was a tap at the sliding glass door to the basement behind the house. Ara made a double peace sign and a sheepish smile behind it. Eric went over to open it. -Glad you made it, - Eric said as she walked through. -Yeah, I -(TM)m sorry, - she sighed, -I had this -- thing, and I lost track of time. - -And you snuck around my house, because? - -Ok, I -(TM)ll admit I be on a micro-dose of K and I don -(TM)t really want to talk to parents right now. - Taylor rolled her eyes. -Alright, I need a cigarette anyway. Bum me one and you -(TM)re good, - she got up. -Oh me too, - Reina followed. -Yeah I could do that, - Eric said. -Ok, you owe us four cigs, - Taylor smirked. Ara shrugged and got out her box. She opened it and looked up at them. -Uhhh, I have one, - she winced, -We could share it --? - -Fuck, Ara, - Taylor turned around and walked back to the couch. Eric muttered, -I -(TM)d kill for one." -Guys, why are you all addicted? What are you, 50 year old waitresses? - Mark drank from his cup. -Honestly not a bad point, - Taylor said. She had been craving them more and more, and definitely didn -(TM)t want to make a habit of it. They all looked at each other. -So -- should we all quit? - JP finally broke the silence. -Yeah, yeah why not? I mean, I wouldn -(TM)t say I -(TM)m addicted but sure it -(TM)d be healthy to take a long break, - Eric nodded thoughtfully. -Alright, fuck it I -(TM)m in, - said Reina. -Reina I -(TM)ve seen you smoke one cigarette in your life, - Taylor shot her a look. She shrugged, -I don -(TM)t wanna do it again. - -Word, I -(TM)m down, - Ara said as she lit her cigarette by the door. -But after this one, though. - Eric gave a thumbs up. -So what -(TM)s the penalty? - Mark spread his legs on the beanbag chair. -What? - said Eric. -The penalty. First person to smoke. We can -(TM)t just say -~ok, you lose. -(TM) What -(TM)s the penalty? - -Ok, well, how about instead, - Reina offered incredulously, -We all put some money into a pot and the last person to smoke gets it? - -Fuck that, - Mark shook his head. Reina got quiet. -Alright, we go vintage, - JP pointed at Mark, -Loser has to smoke 10 packs in a row. - -Fuck... that, - Mark rolled his eyes, -Gimme something real guys. - -Um -- public shaming? - Ara chuckled. -Ohhhh, I like that, - Taylor grinned and sat next to Ara, -That -(TM)s good. - To be honest, Taylor kind of enjoyed seeing people humiliated. Nothing too intense or cruel, just seeing people have to take an ego beating was amusing and satisfying to her. It had been that way since she was a little girl watching Timmy Turner and Vicky torture each other. Thoroughly beating rivals in volleyball or dominating them in student government was a reward beyond the ego boost it gave her. -Loser posts a minion meme, - Ara was looking at her phone. -Hey, minion memes are culture, - said JP. -Loser strips, - Mark got up. -Loser strips naked. - Taylor -(TM)s eyes widened and a smile crept on her face. -What? - Eric laughed, -Where? - -Wherever they stand. I -(TM)m serious. Loser takes everything off. - -What if they -(TM)re in public? - -Gotta do it. - -And get arrested? - Mark sighed with exasperation, -Then they go somewhere away from cops and do it. - -Jesus, Mark, - Eric shook his head with amusement. -Yes, - Taylor was surprised by the emphasis in her voice. She stood up. -We -(TM)re doing it, - she said. Her heart was pounding. They had had some wild -odds are - and bets over the years. But this one would be legendary. -See? - Mark roared, -My girl Taylor knows what -(TM)s gucci. - -No -- no, no, no, no -- - JP nervously giggled. -Shut up, virgin, - Mark laughed. -I know you want to see us naked, JP, - Taylor smirked flirtatiously at him. JP sighed and looked across the room, blushing. Taylor then looked at Reina, -Reina -(TM)s in. - -Um -- no -- - she said without conviction. -Jesus Reina, nobody cares that you have thunder thighs, - Taylor said flippantly, -That -(TM)s in now. Anyway, you -(TM)re not even gonna lose. - Reina bobbed her head, considering it. -And no bitching out! - Mark pointed at the group. -Anybody tries, we just strip them! - Taylor said excitedly. Mark made a loud clap and cracked up. -Yesss! - -Alright, this is -- this is pretty good, - JP smiled. -Mark, you don -(TM)t even smoke! - Eric was astounded. -Alright. We strip Mark if he vapes! - Taylor was practically giddy. Mark frowned, his vape already in his mouth. He took a drag and put it on the table. -Aight, - he said. Ara looked up from her phone incredulously, -You guys are fucking crazy, but yeah sure. I mean if we -(TM)re going off to college anyway, it doesn -(TM)t really matter who sees us. - Everyone slowly turned to Eric, who had his head in his hands. He looked up. -Jesus Christ -- - he sighed, -...I guess it -(TM)ll be effective. - -YES! - Taylor jumped. Mark ran up and high-fived her, -Let -(TM)s goooooo. - There was an awkward silence. Everyone looked nervously at each other. They surveyed each person, clearly imagining that person -(TM)s clothes being pulled off. Taylor had fantasized for some time about seeing Eric -(TM)s member. The idea of Ara or Reina trying to cover up seemed wonderful too. Finally, Reina got up. -Anybody want anything? - she began walking towards the fridge. -I think -- - Taylor crept behind her, -Reina -(TM)s gonna lose! - Taylor darted forward and pulled Reina -(TM)s shorts down. Reina shrieked and pulled them back up over her boyshorts. She turned and chased Taylor around the room, to relieved laughter. ***** -Taylor -- I need your help..., - Reina said sheepishly as she finished with her mascara. She and Taylor were looking into Reina -(TM)s bathroom mirror, getting made up for the party. -What are you talking about, you look gorge, - Taylor muttered without taking her eyes off her own face, as she deftly brushed on color. -Seriously, - Reina pleaded, -I can -(TM)t do contouring. - Taylor chuffed. She glanced over at Reina. -You don -(TM)t need it, - she went back to brushing, -It -(TM)d be too much for a party. Too Kardashian, you know? - Reina sighed, disappointed, looking at Taylor -(TM)s delicately done up face. Taylor noticed her friend looking, and felt a little bad for dismissing her like that. -Um -- here, let me fix me up that eyeliner, - she turned and smiled, as she lifted up Reina -(TM)s face and got out her liner pencil. Reina beamed up at her. -I -(TM)m gonna give you cateyes, your face is perfect for it, - she said, working her pencil deftly, -Look up -- don -(TM)t blink -- - -I know how to do this, - Reina said. Taylor ignored her and finished applying it. Reina looked at herself in the mirror delighted. -Oh my god! I wish I could do this as good, - Reina leaned toward the mirror, getting a closer look. - -I -(TM)m telling you, it -(TM)s just youtube videos, - Taylor tinkered little smudges and edges on her face in the mirror. Reina closed her makeup case and yawned. -If you -(TM)re finished, I gotta pee, - she said. -No that -(TM)s ok, I don -(TM)t mind, - Taylor took out another makeup tool, and started applying darker red lines on the edge of her lips. Reina started doing her business. This wasn -(TM)t too uncommon or weird in their friendship dynamic. They -(TM)d always been pretty open with each other and spent a whole lot of time together, privacy was no issue. -You -(TM)re putting lip-liner on? - Reina said from the toilet. -Yeah -- - Taylor put down the applyer, and bobbed her head, -I don -(TM)t know -- I -(TM)m just feeling kinda glammy tonight! - -Oh, is that it? - she said mischievously as she finished and flushed. Taylor made an oblivious expression. -What? - she tried to ask innocently. -You -(TM)re getting made up for somebody -- - Taylor gave an embarrassed, naughty smile, -Maybe. - -I think Eric will like it. - Taylor turned quickly around, alarmed that Reina had guessed it. -Is it really obvious? - Taylor said. -I mean yeah, but it -(TM)s Eric we -(TM)re talking about. He for sure has no idea. You could reach your hand down his pants and he wouldn -(TM)t figure it out. Want me to tell him? - Reina started fixing her hair in the mirror Taylor winced, -No, it feels so middle school. I hate this. - -Hey, no, go for it! Eric definitely got hot, - Reina smiled, -If you don -(TM)t, I might. - Taylor shut off her affable demeanor and gave a cold glare. Reina giggled nervously and stopped talking. Taylor felt territorial towards Eric and hated seeing other girls give him attention, and while knew Reina was trying to make a joke, the idea behind it felt disrespectful. Her mood was ruined. She barely had to calculate her next move. -I think I need a different bra, - Taylor slid her arms out of her dress straps, unhooked her bra, and took it off. Reina looked over uneasily. -Something with a little less cleavage, don -(TM)t you think? - Taylor stretched, pushing out her perky b-cups as she walked over to the bedroom closet. They had talked about their bodies many times before, and Taylor knew Reina was very self-conscious about her own breasts. They had grown rapidly in freshman year and left some stretch marks which she hated and always tried to cover up, sticking to high neck tops. Taylor made sure to walk back to the bathroom topless. She slowly pushed her breasts up in the strapless bra, then finally tied the sundress halter back on. -Ah, much classier look. Like yours! - Taylor said enthusiastically. Reina looked down with a tight lip smile. Taylor felt better, knew that she just needed to put Reina in her place, and her mood picked back up. -Ok, are you ready to go? - Reina picked up her bag. -Yeah, can you just hold these? I don -(TM)t have pockets, - Taylor handed her her phone charger and a pack of reds. Reina put the chord in her bag, and handed the pack back to Taylor. -Nice try, - Reina grinned. -Damn it, - Taylor picked up her bag as they headed out. ***** The ping-pong ball plopped into Taylor and Ara -(TM)s last red solo cup. -Fuck, - Taylor drank the stale beer. There were three cups left on Mark and Eric -(TM)s side. Embarrassing, especially as Taylor and Ara had narrowly won their last game. Bass thumped through the kitchen, competing with the chatter and yelling of the dozens of party-guests. It was the first summer houseparty and people were going tenaciously hard, getting almost competitively wasted. Already a keg had been kicked and then thrown down down the hill into the property -(TM)s woods. The host had swapped out lightbulbs for purple colored party lights, and a few blacklights making t-shirts and tanktops glow. -Hey, hey! - Mark had to be the loudest in the room, -Two free throws, if you guys make out. - -Uh -- - Ara started taking a sip. -Eat a dick, Mark, - Taylor laughed. She was starting to feel a little bloated from all the beer. -Let -(TM)s go take a shot, - Taylor grabbed Ara -(TM)s arm. Ara giggled and stumbled as she followed her to the cabinet. Taylor found two shot glasses and poured cheap vodka into them. -Beer before liquor -- - Ara grinned nervously. -You -(TM)ll be fine, betch, - Taylor poured two sprite chasers. She noticed Reina dancing in the blacked out, strobed living room. -REINA! - she shouted, -Get over here and do a shot! - Reina turned around, and held up her cup, gesturing to it. -Shut up, come on, - Taylor poured a third glass, -Get over here! - Reina sighed and walked over. -Shots? Pour one for me - an obnoxious, recognizable voice from nearby. It was Cathy, a girl Taylor couldn -(TM)t stand. She had hooked up with Taylor -(TM)s ex a day after their breakup sophomore year, Taylor had pushed her out of the friend group, and ever since then it had been a battle of starting rumors and giving backhanded compliments. She had just gotten accepted into UPenn, Taylor -(TM)s top choice school which she had been rejected from. When word got out about her rejection, the first thing Cathy did was express disappointment that they couldn -(TM)t be roommates and then offer consolations about how good NYU really was. -Vodka? You know clear liquor actually has just as many calories as brown, - Cathy poured her own shot glass. -It -(TM)s better your skin, though, Cathy, - Taylor cheerfully said, -Remind me later, I have a great moisturizer I -(TM)ve been meaning to recommend you. - Cathy made a tight lipped smile. Reina and Ara smirked as they all held up their glasses. -How do you say it? Gon -- gon -- - Taylor tried to remember the word. -Gonbei, - Ara gave the word for cheers in Chinese. They threw back the glasses and gagged on the nail-polish remover vodka. Taylor could barely sip the chaser fast enough. -Reina, finish your shot, - she sighed. Reina pouted. -It -(TM)s the first party of the summer, - Taylor insisted, -You -(TM)re not fucked up enough. - Taylor lifted the glass forcefully to her friends mouth and Reina gulped it down. Cathy had already wandered off. Taylor scanned around the kitchen and living room to see where Eric was. Part of the reason she was getting herself drunk was to get the confidence to finally make a move on him and get him alone, or to have plausible deniability if things didn -(TM)t go well. He was still playing beer pong with Mark. -You guys want to get some fresh air? - Taylor said. They headed to the sliding doors to the back patio. Taylor brushed her hand across Eric -(TM)s back as they walked past. -Come meet us outside, - she said. He smiled back at her, his eyes twinkling in the neon magenta light. They came to the backyard, where a few groups were hanging out, drinking and smoking. Suddenly Taylor, now in a new setting, felt far drunker. The breeze felt good and made her giggle, as the ground seemed to slightly rock beneath her. It still felt surreal, graduating from highschool. The fireflies were out, and the yells and trap bass behind them made a pleasant soundtrack to staring out over the pond. She felt a deep satisfaction, partying with her closest highschool friends. College would come, but there would be time for melancholy later. Tonight was a celebration of a journey completed. -You have a lighter? - Ara asked as she took out a pack of cigarettes. -Yeah, - Taylor rummaged in her purse. -None for you, I imagine, - Ara said to Reina. Reina shook her head. Ara handed a cigarette to Taylor. -Oops, I already had one, - Ara said, holding a lighter. Taylor had the cigarette in her mouth, Ara sparked it, and Taylor took a drag and felt the relaxed coolness wash over her. God that hit the spot. She enjoyed it too much to realize Ara had put her own cigarette back in the box. She took another drag, getting herself in the mood for meeting up with Eric. She was going to suggest a walk around the pond. She wondered how much she should put out, as she adjusted her halter top sundress to show a little more. The stars were reflecting gorgeously from the water and the night was already feeling special. -Taylor -- - Mark put his arm around her shoulder. She leaned into her friend -(TM)s chest and giggled. She was giddy from the warm breeze in June, the sound of the grasshoppers, the beer and vodka and sprite mixing in her body. -Is that a cigarette I see? - he said mischievously, as she heard running behind her. She dropped the cigarette from her mouth with a flash of panic. Oh no. Oh no no no. Her mind raced. How drunk did she get? No way they -(TM)re gonna really do this. No way. Mark grabbed her by the shoulder hard, almost as though was hitting her. He held her shoulder with one hand, as she felt Ara hold her other arm. -Wait! No, no, guys! Seriously! - she squealed between terrified laughter. Mark began pawing at the knot on her halter top dress, as JP and Eric caught up. She tried to reach up to stop Marc -(TM)s hands, but she had no leverage getting her hands behind her head. Reina and Ara gripped each elbow down with both arms. She bucked and squirmed as Mark grappled with the knot. -Yo how the fuck does this knot work? - he grunted, pulling at loops. Reina was too strong to escape from, but Taylor managed to yank her arm free from Ara and start swatting at Mark -(TM)s hand. She laughed frantically. -No! Get off! - she managed to get out. Ara and JP got control of her free arm and pinned it behind her back. She tried to push her body away from Mark but Eric held her back at the waist, and the halter top choked her when she leaned too far forward. She felt the knot behind her neck come undone, and her friends yelled in victory. The dress straps fell in front of her. She tried to lift them up to her chest, but before she reacted, JP, Reina, and Ara were pulling them down, yanking her dress away from her. She shrieked, the overwhelmed laughter making her face red. -C -(TM)mon -- please -- - she managed a breath. She dropped into a squat on the ground, holding the waistband of her dress for dear life. Taylor -(TM)s breasts popped out as Mark yanked her blue strapless bra down. She gasped and pulled it back up over her nipples. She held onto the dress with one hand, keeping it over her crotch as it slid down her butt. Eric pulled her shoulders toward the ground, and once she was off her feet and on her side, Ara and JP got a good grip on the dress. Taylor held it with one hand, the other hand fighting to keep her bra on. Reina used all her strength to pry open Taylor -(TM)s grip on her dress. The dress slid to her thighs, revealing lacy blue panties. Taylor frantically kicked at her friends. -Stop, guys, it -(TM)s gonna rip! - she tried to hook the dress in her knees. -Then stop struggling! - Ara laughed. Taylor threw back her head and nearly cried in embarrassment as the dress was wrenched off her legs. Her bra strap unhooked. She reached up and held her bra hard against her chest as her jaw dropped in shock. The panic began. -Ok, you guys did it, - she pleaded, -Great job. Let me up. - -Um -- I -(TM)m sorry? - Mark said in a confused, sarcastic tone. He pulled on one end of the strapless bra and Taylor pressed her armpits in to try to hold it in place. Two friends managed to lift her arms away as she struggled. He whisked her bra off. She covered her naked breasts in her arms, laying in the grass on her back. She and her friends were nearly in tears laughing. Taylor breathed an embarrassed sigh of relief. Then she felt hands on her panties. Anxiety caught up with embarrassment. She gripped her panties for dear life. This was not going to be happening. Her boobs, whatever. But not her pussy. -No, - she finally managed to sound serious, emphatic. Her friends -(TM) laughter died a little. There was an awkward hesitation. Reina giggled and took a tug. Taylor comically shrieked and heard herself laugh. She was mortified, tears welling, unable to wipe the humiliated smile from her face. Her friends pounced on the panties, all of them pulling with full force. Taylor would not let go. She was lifted from the ground, nearly upside down, as her ass was fully exposed. She held onto just enough material to cover her vagina. Ara and Reina took to her hands, pulling finger after finger off. She had only a few fingers left, barely holding on. Taylor let out a scream as Mark, Eric, and JP whipped the panties up in one motion, as if they were fanning out a heavy sheet. The fabric fell from her finger, her panties pulled to her ankles, snagging for a moment on her foot, and then snatched away. Her naked body fell on the ground with a thump. She lay for a second in the grass, covering her breasts with one arm and her vagina with the other hand, unable to believe what just happened. After a dazed second, Taylor scrambled to her butt and brought her knees to her chest. She put her face in her hands. -Helloooo, Taylor, - JP howled. She looked down and saw that her pussy was exposed. She quickly crossed her ankles in front of it. -Guys, this isn -(TM)t funny, give it back! - she looked around and saw some partygoers heading their way. Her heart raced, and her face ached from this awful involuntary laughter. -Reina -- - she tried to sound serious as she held her hand out to Reina, who had her panties. Reina exhaled, exhausted from cracking up, and wiped a tear from her red face. She relented and held Taylor -(TM)s panties out towards Taylor. Mark, in one motion, snatched it from her hand. He had the rest of her clothes. -Nah, I don -(TM)t think so, not yet, - he shoved the panties in his pocket. -Mark, stopppp! - she tried to keep balance as she held her arm out -Aight, here, - he stood further away and held them out. Taylor glanced nervously at the approaching people. She awkwardly got to her feet, trying to keep an arm over her nipples and a hand over her vulva. She waddled towards him, furious and humiliated Without a word, he turned and started sprinting away. -Mark! - she yelled desperately at him. She heard astounded laughter and saw two partygoers pointing at her in the darkness. She looked at her friends, now distressed. She made eye-contact with a sheepish, sympathetic Eric. He removed his shirt, uncovering his toned physique, and handed it to her. -Here, - he said, -...it -(TM)s something. - -Thanks, - she whispered. She winced, and completely uncovered herself for a moment; full frontal naked as she pulled the shirt down over her head. Eric coughed to cover a sharp exhale. When she finally pulled it down, she tried to stretch it down further over her body. It was not quite big enough to cover the bottom of her vagina. -Can I have your pants? - she looked at him pathetically. -Sorry, Taylor, I -(TM)m not taking off my pants, - he shook his head, amused, -I -(TM)m not also getting stripped tonight. - -I -(TM)d offer you mine but I shit in them, - JP said. Reina punched JP -(TM)s arm. -Mark -(TM)s definitely at the car, - she said to Taylor. Taylor looked purposefully over the field. The driveway was in front of the house, right past the porch where music thudded with people smoking and drinking and dancing. -This is so fucked up, guys - she began waddling up the hill, holding Eric -(TM)s shirt as low as she could. Her friends stifled laughter as she shuffled slowly away. Some clouds had crossed over the moon, and it was growing darker. Taylor could hear people chatter along the yard leading to the driveway, and she tried very careful to stay quiet and avoid them. She wasn -(TM)t going to be very loud anyway, anything more than a baby step made the shirt ride up and expose her. She adjusted her hands, seeing if she could squeeze the bottom of her shirt between her legs. She could only get a pinch, and it made moving impossible. Her best bet was to keep stretching the shirt over her front like a miniscule skirt, and not worry about her ass out in the open. She cursed under her breath, trying to breath through the anxiety. Keeping her distance from any stray people out smoking and chatting, inch by inch she made it closer to the driveway. She had to just make it past the porch, packed with students, without being noticed. As the music grew louder, and the purplish light closer, Taylor -(TM)s chest dropped cold as she looked at her shirt. The black light from the porch illuminated the white shirt into a luminescent beacon against the dark yard. It must have looked like a floating shirt wobbling toward the driveway. She heard a few shouts beginning to form on the porch, people pointing in her direction. Classmates were squinting into the darkness, trying to make out who it was. A few were beginning to walk down the stairs toward her. Nausea came over her as her heart pounded through her head. She had a second. She glanced tenaciously at the cars. Mark may not even be there. She gulped air in a violent inhale and made the horrible decision. She pulled up her shirt to wrap it around her face, under her eyes, and sprinted. Shrieks and woops sounded from the porch at the anonymous girl, lit up in the blacklight, bounding naked in the night. Taylor ran faster than she ever had in her life, practically gliding across the grass. The wind blew over her body, she could almost feel the adrenaline wash over her. With her face covered, it was crazy, almost exhilarating, to imagine dozens seeing her as this naked blur. Her heartbeat rang in her ears, and her skin felt electric. She sped past the house and into the driveway, begging in her head for Mark to be there. She stopped for a moment, gasping for breath and looking around with panic. -Ayyy, you made it, - Mark was leaning against his car, grinning. Taylor heard people approaching the driveway and looked at Mark pleadingly. He smirked and tossed her her dress. Taylor ran behind his car, crouched and began frantically dressing. A few partygoers appeared and looked around the driveway. The streaker had seemingly disappeared. -I hate you so much, Mark. That was super shitty. I -(TM)m not even joking, - she was furious as she finished tying her dress straps behind her neck, staying hidden. -Did you lose weight, though? - he ignored her insult, -You -(TM)re looking hella toned. - For a moment, she actually blushed and smiled a little. Summer Submission (Part 2: A Bikini in the Tree) The day was warm and bordering muggy, perfect weather for the pool. Taylor swam up to the side of the pool, where Eric and Reina were sitting under umbrellas on their phones. JP -(TM)s backyard had a pool, and his kitchen had a margarita mixer. The smell of hot concrete and faint chlorine dissipated into the sunny day towards the solid blue sky, broken only by the green of tree branches. Nostalgic dance hits buzzed from the UE boom on the glass table by the beach chairs, and the hum of a box fan lulled in a white noise. -Hey, Eric, - Taylor said, -Is that my cup or yours? - She knew it was her cup, she just wanted his attention. She slowly pushed herself out of the water, waist high, pushing her chest together with her arms. He stared for just the right amount of time before he broke out of it, -Uh, yeah, yeah I finished mine. - She climbed out of the pool, flicking her hair back, and smiled at him as she walked over and took the cup. Her body had been looking pretty good. Since being stripped at the party a couple weeks ago, she had been hitting crunches and squats even more. Taylor had started checking herself out in the mirror before a shower or after workouts, and really enjoyed seeing the formation of some abs. She always liked exercising and looking after her figure, but lately she had this desire to look really good naked. Taylor didn -(TM)t want to think too much about it, she didn -(TM)t plan to be naked in front of more than one person ever again. And yet, the time she spent in front of the mirror was getting longer and more frequent. She wondered if beyond shock and bewilderment, some of those partygoers felt a little turned on seeing her body streak across the yard that night. She took a sip of the sweet, burny drink. -This is better than usual, - she took another sip. -Yeah, Mark brought henny, - Reina said. -Henny, henny, - Mark slurred, something resembling rap. He was laid out on a poolside recliner, having had a little too much, slipping in and out of sleep. JP walked up and grabbed the iPhone. -Lemme change the song, - he tapped the phone. Nicki Minaj -(TM)s ubiquitous summer hit played out of the tinny speakers. -Yessss, vibe, - Reina reached out her hands to Taylor. Taylor pulled her up. It was impossible not to try to twerk to Anaconda. Wanting to keep Eric -(TM)s attention, Taylor put some more real effort into it. Reina turned away from Taylor -(TM)s back, and began twerking butt-to-butt with Taylor. -Proving my theory, - JP said, -This song gets girls dancing. Never fails. - Taylor was frustrated seeing Eric texting on his phone. -Girls gone wild! - Mark burped the non-sequitur, eyes still closed. Taylor laughed loud, flirtatiously. Eric looked up, Taylor made eye contact. -You guys would like that, - her eyes still locked on Eric -(TM)s, smirking, -Wouldn -(TM)t you? - -Eric -(TM)s gonna front like he wouldn -(TM)t, - Reina turned around, -He would. - Reina pinched the string on her bikini top and pulled the bow undone. Taylor gave a mock gasp and a sexy shocked smile. She appreciated that Reina was helping give the boys a show. She pressed her chest up against Reina -(TM)s, ostensibly to cover herself and keep the top from falling down. Just a tease, she thought, keep it PG, leave him wanting more. She felt, briefly, that Reina -(TM)s heart was beating fast, and she felt an amused affection. Sometimes she wondered if Reina had a little bit of a girlcrush on her, she even teased her about it a couple of times. She looked at her friend, but Reina -(TM)s eyes were focused and uncharacteristically aggressive, looking around Taylor -(TM)s shoulder. In a fast and forceful movement, she grabbed her arms around Taylor -(TM)s waist and pulled apart the fastening knot and dashed away. Taylor cupped her hands over her breasts, excited, shocked, pissed. It was too far, again. -Woooah, tan lines city, - Mark leaned up and took off his shades, -Tan lines for miles. - Ok, bitch, you really want this battle? Taylor thought. Let -(TM)s see if Reina was gonna take getting stripped as well Taylor did. It was time to nip this little game in the bud right now. She -(TM)d deal with Reina giving her the silent treatment for a few days. She stopped covering herself and sprinted after Reina, still smiling but out for blood. Reina waited for a moment, grinning and holding up the top, before she fled. Taylor chased her around the pool as JP and Eric laughed. Mark had already lied back down in a crossfaded stupor. Reina led Taylor up the stairs of the patio, then stopped at the top, turning and giving such a wild, energized expression that it nearly gave Taylor pause. Right as she closed the distance, Reina tossed the top off the patio into the tree branches. -Oohhhhhh shit! - JP put his hands on his head. Reina looked at Taylor, both sheepish and exhilarated. -Oh no way, bitch, - Taylor laughed and lunged at Reina. She used her height and pushed her weight down on Reina, getting her shoulders lower, reaching her arms over Reina. Her fingers got to Reina -(TM)s top -(TM)s fastener, but the band was wide and tough to unhook. She struggled for just a moment, before she felt a hard shove against her stomach, knocking her off of her friend. Reina was still smiling, but the weak facial gesture was overshadowed by angry and betrayed eyes. Taylor went for her shoulders again, but Reina pushed forward. She was physically stronger, and she drove Taylor to the high railing fence. Taylor stopped fighting back. For a moment, Reina held her against the fence as they caught their breath. The friends looked at each other, a brief moment of shared recognition of the odd emotional intensity of this fight. Taylor broke first, putting up her hands and giggling. -Ok, ok, - she laughed, -I -(TM)ll stop, I -(TM)m sorry. - Reina said nothing, looked down at Taylor -(TM)s bottoms, and looked back at her with a confident head shake. Taylor didn -(TM)t know what she could say or do. There was almost a mutual understanding of what was going to happen, and that she didn -(TM)t have a choice. Time slowed in that moment, and Taylor felt a strange shiver at this knowledge that she was at another -(TM)s whim. Taylor put up a token resistance, reaching her hands towards where Reina was already pulling apart the strings on her bottoms. Reina pulled it out from between Taylor -(TM)s legs and tossed them into the tree. Finally, her features softened into a familiar mischievous giggle. Whether it was relief, or humiliation, Taylor burst out laughing. Reina collapsed into a patio chair and began cracking up. Taylor scampered down the steps past the boys and jumped into the pool. She swam to the edge, pressing her body against it. -So I guess this is a thing now? - Eric said. Taylor -(TM)s face grew redder. The excitement of her catfight with Reina was fading as the cool water calmed her, and annoyance set in. It had damn better not be a thing now. -JP, go get my bathing suit from the tree, - she mustered a dominant voice. -Are you asking me to climb a tree? - he strained to see her body through the water. -No, go get a net or pole or something, - she hissed. Reina had walked back down to the poolside. -They -(TM)re in the garage, - he kept gawking, -I can walk you over. - -Eric... - Taylor tried a sweeter, more helpless voice. He shrugged sympathetically, -House rules, Tay. - -Mark? - -No, - he woke himself up with his instinctual response. She was not going to beg. She was not going to -lose - this scenario. If she needed to wait it out for the joke to get old, she would. -At least bring me my drink, then, - she said. Around 45 minutes passed, Taylor was starting to get cold and pruning. The warm bright poolside was getting more and more tantalizing. She had been trying to stay engaged in conversation from the pool, but it was difficult, and she felt she was mainly being ignored. To calm herself, she had drank a good bit more, and was feeling the effects. It made kicking her legs in the pool all the more tiring. -Guys -- - she said. They looked at her with smug sympathy. Resentment weighed on her. What was with this? JP shifted his weight, looking ready to get out of the chair to retrieve her bathing suit. But she knew putting her in this predicament in the first place was all the fun for them. She didn -(TM)t want them satisfied. An idea struck her. Why don -(TM)t you give them more than what they want? See who really has the guts. Turn the table, push past their own comfort zones. The idea sent an involuntary pulse in her vagina. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself, and then, with her friends still watching, pushed herself slowly out of the pool. Taylor flipped her hair back and let the water cascade down her naked body. She felt beautiful, arching her back and flaunting her tanned, taut body. She had gotten a wax two days before, part of her newly developed ritual of enjoying her naked form in the mirror. She pushed her pelvis slightly forward as she pretended to stretch, and then relaxed her weight back to her heels. Her breasts bounced slightly with this motion. She knew what she was doing. Eric -(TM)s straw fell out of his mouth. JP -(TM)s face grew beat red. He stared at her body, almost unable to look up at her face. -...so the garage, - he managed. She shrugged and shook her head, -I -(TM)m good. - Taylor pulled up a chair and sat down, crossing her legs. The sun was bright, she figured she would air dry. Mark opened an eye, saw her and groaned in approval before falling back asleep. She gave a flirtatious smile to Eric, who still seemed hypnotized. -Figured I might as well get rid of these tan lines, - she laughed nonchalantly. She was doing her best to stay cool, hoping they didn -(TM)t know that her heart was pounding in her throat. ***** As the sun dried the water from her skin and warmed her body, Taylor began to feel more calm. Perhaps it was just taking a hit from the bong, but each warm breeze brushed through body with an airy richness that she hadn -(TM)t experienced before. Even the colors and sounds about her seemed more vibrant. For a moment she wished all her friends would get naked too, but reconsidered. There was something fun about being the only one who got to experience this freedom. Her friends, more gradually than her, also managed to relax. The tension between Taylor and Reina seemed to fade; Reina seemed even more like a puppydog to the statuesque Taylor as the day passed. Ara showed up and stared for a long time, dodging a hug from an increasingly bold Taylor. Her nudity around her friends grew more casual with each hour, through swimming and badminton and a movie night in JP -(TM)s basement. Taylor liked pushing it, she felt no need or desire to get dressed at any point. Occasionally she would catch one of her friends scanning her body. She called them out, embarrassing them. Taylor found she loved it, almost in a sadistic way. Ara and Reina would never have her body. JP would never get to touch it, nor Mark again. She didn -(TM)t call out Eric when she caught him, though. Once or twice they made eye contact and she smiled. It was nice when he stared. She hoped that soon they would be naked together, holding each other hot and sweaty. She had to take her mind elsewhere before she embarrassed herself by getting wet. She hardly paid attention to whatever dumb movie they were watching. When it ended, as JP got blankets and sleeping bags out for people, Taylor laid out on the couch. -I -(TM)m calling the couch, - she said, -but anybody is welcome to join me... - -Shotty, - said JP. -Anybody but JP is welcome to join me, - she got a snicker from the room. It seemed like nobody was willing to go that far. Taylor felt victorious as she pulled the comforter over her, the soft fabric feeling cool on her bare skin, and snuggled into a comfy position. She could not sleep. At all. She was wired and restless. Under the covers, Taylor still felt naked and exposed. When she closed her eyes, images of her friends staring at her kept rising in her mind. She flipped to her right side and realized just how hard her nipples had gotten as they grazed against the blanket. She -adjusted - the blankets again, grazing her nipples harder. Taylor felt a tingle between her legs. It was a familiar urge. No way, she thought, do it when you get home tomorrow. She tried to clear her mind and fall asleep. The arousal only grew. She could not stop seeing Eric -(TM)s face as she climbed out of the pool. She imagined his cock getting stiff in his pants as he stared. As her body got hotter and the aching more intense, her imagination began shifting and pressing her further into fantasy. She thought of the night at the party, helplessly having her clothes stripped off, seeing the night sky and feeling the sensation of her fingers pried from her panties. She remembered streaking across the field, dozens of people seeing every inch of her body but her face. It was too much to take. She glanced around the room. Everyone was asleep. She could be quiet, and nobody would ever know. She justified it to herself that it was going to be the only way to get to sleep. She carefully reached her fingers down to her pussy and grazed it a few times. It was wet enough that she knew she didn -(TM)t want to risk getting it on JP -(TM)s comforter. Her heart racing, she took another look around the basement. Everyone was lying still, a few gently snoring. She silently took off the covers. She could not believe she was doing this. She grazed her pussy again. Her muscles contracted and she gave a sighed whimper from even so light a touch. She didn -(TM)t want to admit it to herself, but this scenario itself was weirdly hot. Taylor closed her eyes and began working her two fingers on either side of her clitoral hood. She very gently pressed on each side and started sliding them up and down. She had a very sensitive clitorious and playing with it through the hood felt the best. Taylor was often fairly loud, but she knew she could keep herself quiet when she needed to. She let another sigh as she pressed on each side with a little more pressure. She began moving her hips against her fingers as they slid up and down. She turned her head to the side, pressing the side of her face into the pillow as the pleasure built in her vagina and spread to her thighs and stomach. She was imagining that she was being watched. Her fingers moved faster and her breaths quicker, as one vivid, unexpected image came in her head; that look on Reina -(TM)s face right before she pulled Taylor -(TM)s bikini bottoms off. That moment where both of them knew that Taylor had no choice, that Reina got to decide to humiliate her and Taylor -(TM)s acceptance was irrelevant. She bucked her hips and gasped into the pillow as she came hard to this image of her best friend -(TM)s intense, nearly predatory expression. She stroked her pussy gently, a little shiver going through her spine as she basked in the relaxed afterglow of an incredible orgasm. She opened her eyes to see the tiny, bright light of a phone flashlight. Reina was staring at her with a wicked grin. She had been filming. In a panic Taylor pulled her knees to her chest and yanked the blanket over herself. -What the fuck, Reina?? - she hissed. She didn -(TM)t want to wake everybody up. Reina stifled laughter, -You are on another level of thirsty, girl. - -Did you record that? - She couldn -(TM)t hold in her laughter, sputtering out an audible chuckle and nodding her head. -Delete it! - Taylor shot out her hand, -Actually, give me your phone right fucking now. I -(TM)m deleting it. - Reina gave her a sheepish, sympathetic smile and handed it to her. Taylor -(TM)s face went pale. There was the video, right in the group chat. Summer Submission (Part 3: The Morning) Taylor woke up exhausted from a few hours of half-sleeping. She couldn -(TM)t remember any specifics of her dreams, swapping between surreal stress dreams of being naked and used, and wet dreams of being thrown around and ravaged by various figures, all seeming to melt into each other. She went to sleep hating Reina, but her mind and body got confused as she drifted in and out of sleep. She would glance at her sleeping friend, sometimes wanting to strangle her on the floor and sometimes wanting to cuddle up to her. Taylor stretched, it was early. Her face burned as she remembered the video that awaited each of her friends, right on their phones, when they woke up. They -(TM)ve seen me naked, now they -(TM)re gonna see me cum, she thought, At this point I should just start charging them money I guess. She giggled bitterly as she stepped over her sleeping friends to go upstairs to get her clothes. JP -(TM)s parents were away, so she wasn -(TM)t worried about being seen as she strolled naked into the kitchen. Mark was sitting at the kitchen counter, with sunglasses on and a huge mug of ice water and a pot of coffee. He looked miserably hungover, staring at his phone with a little smile. He glanced up at Taylor, who irrationally covered herself with her arms. He gave an exhausted grin, -Morning, porn star. - She looked away, humiliated. -Nah it -(TM)s fucking hilarious, - he burped, -Nothing I haven -(TM)t already seen either, amirite? - -You -(TM)re a fucking asshole, - she looked back at him. Then she muttered, -and I faked it with you. - Mark opened his mouth, offended and also a little impressed. -So you are a performer, then - he said wryly. She awkwardly waddled past him, eyes on the ground in fury. Mark -(TM)s grin faded in a rare display of empathy. -C -(TM)mon Taylor don -(TM)t get that way, - he said, -We -(TM)ve all been there. I -(TM)ve rubbed one out in JP -(TM)s house a couple times too. - Taylor squinted, confused and disturbed by his statement. -It made my morning. Don -(TM)t put your clothes back. Make me breakfast? - he said as if she were his mom. -You -(TM)re pathetic, - she reluctantly chuckled. She wasn -(TM)t sure why, but she then opened the fridge to find some eggs. There was something kind of fun and naughty, cooking breakfast in the nude for Mark while he watched. I -(TM)m a stripper and a housewife now, she mused, and probably the worst feminist on Earth. She tried to shrug it off. Mark was an idiot who probably wouldn -(TM)t even remember this by the time he -(TM)s off partying in college. It was the others seeing her that she was dreading. She always had a thing for embarrassing other girls, and being on the other end was agony. She winced at Ara bringing it up. Eric was most mortifying at all. Even if he found it hot, she really liked him and wanted him to like and respect her back. He wasn -(TM)t the hook-up type anyway, so this could probably blow her chances with him. Mark was devouring his second omelette as the rest of the gang climbed up the stairs, eyes glued to their phones. Taylor froze, bracing for what was coming next. She didn -(TM)t even turn from the sink. There was a snicker, a few snickers, one phone audibly playing the footage at a low volume. Taylor felt her knees buckle in embarrassing. Two arms wrapped around her waist, and Reina nuzzled her face into Taylor -(TM)s back. Her breath was hot, she spoke with sass but also some genuine tenderness, -I -(TM)m sorry, Tay. I couldn -(TM)t help myself in the moment. - Taylor had the sudden urge to reach behind her and squeeze Reina -(TM)s hand, tell her that if she had asked she would have let her watch. The thought simmered, slowly turning ugly and nauseating. It was jealousy, Reina was jealous of Taylor and she was trying to powerplay on her. Fuck Reina. Taylor turned around slowly, and looked her in the eyes blankly. Without warning she slapped Reina in the face. Not hard, but with just enough emphasis to make herself clear. Her other friends fell about each other, gasping at the unfolding drama. -Ohhh shit, - Ara whispered. Reina didn -(TM)t look angry or hurt. She nodded, empathetically, almost condescendingly. Silence permeated the kitchen. JP broke the tension, -You can keep that comforter. - The group, except for Taylor, burst into laughter in relief. Reina broke eye contact to bend over laughing, returning to the friends, who were crowding around Eric -(TM)s phone again to rewatch the video. Taylor stormed upstairs, tears of confusion welling in her eyes. She threw on her clothes, even putting on a jacket over her tank top despite the summer warmth in the house. Why were her friends doing this to her? She knew she wasn -(TM)t always the nicest to them, but why go this far? Maybe she was just hot, she thought, maybe this is what they wanted to see all along. Maybe this is what everyone wants to see. She realized that she hadn -(TM)t even watched the video. She took her phone out of her pants pocket, overwhelmed with a curiosity that sent a strange flutter in her stomach. She was astonished when she began the video. She barely recognized the girl in the dark, stretched on her back, chest rising and falling with impassioned breaths, nose crinkling in pleasure. She hadn -(TM)t realized that she looked like that while she pleasured herself, the way she gyrated her hips and contorted her body. Taylor felt herself getting wet watching this girl reaching closer to climax. A wry smile formed from the corners of her mouth. She was going to make everyone delete the video, but she was going to keep hers. Am I really a big enough narcissist to get off to a video of myself getting off? she thought to herself. She almost felt proud of that fact. The good news was that Eric had seemed more interested than disgusted. This could even work out for her, provided she take back control of the situation. She came back downstairs, now dressed, with a practiced scowl. The kitchen was empty. As she descended the stairs to the basement, she saw everyone sitting in front of the TV, enraptured. Taylor heard her own breathy moan come from the speakers as JP screencast Reina -(TM)s video on the 15 -(TM) -(TM) TV, the quality iphone camera footage looking sharp in high definition. Taylor stood silently for a moment, watching them watching her. Her anger melted into a kind of lost, almost melancholic helplessness. It felt as though her video were being broadcasted nationally, all of the world watching her squirm and gasp. It was a new feeling for someone like her, someone who had maintained alpha status for as long as she could remember, to see the chances of regaining status diminish before her. The anger was still deep, but there was almost a sense of resignation setting in. -Guys, - she did her best to sound assertive, -Delete these now. - The lack of conviction in her voice was audible, to herself and her friends. They looked at each other sheepishly, starting to feel a little bad for Taylor, who now sounded more pathetic than pissed. Eric nodded in agreement and was just about to speak, when Ara mumbled in her dry, aloof cadence. -I will if you show us. - Everyone turned to her, taken aback but deeply intrigued. -What? It was hot, - she looked down at her phone, trying to act cool over some nervousness, -If I can -(TM)t keep watching it then I wanna see the real thing. I -(TM)m not alone, right? - Taylor was speechless. It was as if her life was becoming some surreal drama. -I -(TM)m into it, - Mark spoke up -She -(TM)ll love it, anyway Bet she -(TM)s turned on right now. - Taylor -(TM)s face was getting bright red, her heart pounding in her chest. This was not ever, ever going to happen. -Tayyyyyylor, - Mark smiled flirtatiously at her, -Don -(TM)t make us doxx you. - He chortled. It was an empty threat, more of a joke, she knew that. She knew if she begged, started crying, they -(TM)d lay off and delete the videos. They -(TM)d probably apologize and things would go back to somewhat normal. Yet she didn -(TM)t want to do any of that. She didn -(TM)t want to give them that kind of satisfaction, she thought. Even if that were the only path to -normalcy, - things would never quite be the same. It was a lose-lose situation. Here she was, naked on screen, being possibly blackmailed by her friends into pleasuring herself in front of them. Is there coming back from this? -Taylor, - Eric said gently, with an air of reasonability, -Just do it. - -Do I have to get naked? - from her mouth, the quiet murmur didn -(TM)t sound like her voice. She didn -(TM)t recognize it, didn -(TM)t mean to say it, yet the statement left her, and she felt no urge or ability to take it back. -Duh, - Reina said. As if she were simply observing from someone else -(TM)s body, she slipped off her shirt and unbuttoned her pants, pulling them off her legs. Every hair in her body stood up, tingly chills running up and down her skin. She gingerly walked in front of the TV, the video of her masturbating still playing behind her. Her mind was blank, it was as if she had fallen into a dissociative dream. Her friends were silent as well, seemingly wowed by how quickly she simply acquiesced to what began as a joke. Taylor was shaking in anxiety, anger, and some other deeper, more primal feeling she didn -(TM)t want to acknowledge. She stood frozen before them in her bra and panties, trying to shrink her body into itself, fists balled up in an attempt at self-soothing. She breathed in deep, exhaling a long shaky breath. She willed her hands to move, to keep going, but her muscles were locked. An eternity passed with her standing unclothed like this. Reina cleared her throat authoritatively. It was all she needed. She shut her eyes and unfastened her bra. The tingles and shivers tumbled across her as she lowered it, exposing her breasts to everyone -(TM)s gaze. Her nipples were beyond hard, harder than they had ever felt before. Strangely, as she had taken off her bra, she felt lighter, like she had let go of a piece of her anxiety and anger. Taylor opened her eyes and saw her friends staring at her with a mix of amusement and hunger. The shame washed over here as she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties. She took a deep breath and pulled them down. A rush of blood drained from her head down to her vagina. It was so different than being stripped by others, to uncover her body for the enjoyment and mockery of an audience. At the party she resisted. Even as she was overpowered, that gave her some sense of control. That sense was gone, with her panties on the floor. -Goddamn look at that, - JP leaned back, -That -(TM)s like -- art pussy -- - She meekly smiled, and resented that she smiled. Even as much as she hated them and herself, in this moment, it was nice to hear a compliment. She stood there awkwardly for a second. -So -- - she wasn -(TM)t sure how to proceed. -I -(TM)d say sit down with your legs spread, - Ara was leaning forward in her chair. -Wait! - Reina popped up, -Wait. - She ran over to her night bag on the floor and rummaged through it. She emerged with a tiny pink container, opened it, and took out a tiny vibrator. -Ok, so -- - Mark ran his hand through his hair, -It turns out that we -(TM)re friends with two absolute nymphos. - Reina stuck her tongue out at Mark and ran over to Taylor, slipping it confidently in her hand. Taylor was indeed surprised that Reina carried a vibrator on her. Who was this person? Taylor -(TM)s fingers felt weak as she flicked the vibrator on. It buzzed in her hand and, as if it were already on some erogenous part, began to stimulate her. Her heart was pounding in her head, in anxious anticipation for the incoming sensation. Taylor -(TM)s pussy was already throbbing, desperate for the vibration. Her eyes darted to each friend, they who were about to watch her cumming on JP -(TM)s basement floor with her own pornographic video behind her. She brushed the vibrator down her waist, slowly and hesitantly. By the time it reached her mons, her shoulders were starting to shake. It felt incredible, so scary and overwhelming. She stopped there, unable to imagine bringing it any further down. -All the way -- - Ara whispered, slowly yet urgently. She crossed her legs and leaned far forward, her face ever so barely red. Taylor saw Reina whisper something in Eric -(TM)s ear. Eric looked at her, incredulous for a moment, and then smirked as he turned to Taylor. -Ask when you want to cum, - he said, -And turn it off when I say so. - Taylor winced and her face burned, but she wasn -(TM)t sure if it was out of the further humiliating loss of control, or the anticipation of being sexually denied. There was a lot, at this point, she was no longer sure of. She touched the vibrator to her clitoris, holding it so softly against herself that it barely grazed her when it vibrated towards and away her skin. This was enough to send her heartbeat and breathing into a growing frenzy. The rush of pleasure emanating from her sex to the tips of her toes filled her, merging with the overwhelming shame. She could hardly separate the sensations. A familiar tension accelerated, she felt her groin contracting. In a few seconds it would all release. Then, in some incoherent sense, the pleasure shot to her brain and released her voice. -May -- I cum? - she wanted to sound less meek than she did. -No, - Eric smirked. Taylor -(TM)s mouth twisted in frustration. She shut off the vibrator and felt her pussy flex hard. It was almost painful. The pleasure slid into a fierce, rising arousal. She looked down and noticed that she was more wet than she could ever remember. The embarrassment was profound, yet she had never felt so desperate to touch herself. Why did she want to keep going so badly? She turned the device back on and a wave of sensation crashed over her. Her chest was getting heavy, she had to start focusing on breathing to keep herself steady. She felt a drop of her juices hit the side of her thigh. She reached up with one hand and played with her left nipple. The snickers at this were humiliating, but she was overpowered by pleasure. The dam was buckling. Her thighs cramped. The flood was was going to smash through. -I -- can I cum -- please? - her voice was breathy and high and fast. -No, - Eric said with a hint of malice. Taylor let out an involuntary whimper, and small tears of frustration clouded her eyes as she clicked off the vibrator again. Her pelvis involuntarily flexed forward, desperately pushing itself against the inert toy. Her teeth itched. Taylor felt lightheaded. She had never wanted anything worse in her life than to be allowed to orgasm on the floor in front of her friends like a whore. She turned the vibrator back on and every muscle and ligament locked. She wasn -(TM)t playing with her nipple anymore, her fist was balled up so hard that her nails dug into her palm. She gave up on breathing, holding her breath as every inch of body tightened. The pleasure wasn -(TM)t emanating from her pussy anymore, but rather some heavy source in the center of her body taking her over. She was near rupturing from the intensity, in another second she was going to combust. Die, even. She grunted a final beg for mercy, -Please, please! Can I cum? Please! - Eric sighed in pleasure and inhaled, about to let her go. Reina popped up again, took a step forward, and gracefully snatched the vibrator from Taylor -(TM)s hand. -I -(TM)d like it back now, - she said cheerfully. For a second it didn -(TM)t even register to Taylor what just happened. The moment crashed down on her, making her jaw drop in shock. Taylor -(TM)s heart sunk in despair, degradation, and somehow the most intense sexual excitement she could stand. Her friends giggled, almost equally shocked by Reina -(TM)s borderline evil blue-balling. Taylor threw herself on her stomach, her body still shaking in ferocious aching frustration. She grinded her hips against the carpet uselessly, and thumped her head on the floor. It was pure, unbearable arousal. And through this pain, strangely, she laughed at the absurdity of the situation. Her friends began laughing with her too, surprised with her. -By the way, - Eric said, -We had already deleted the videos. The screencast was already streaming but it can -(TM)t repeat after the file -(TM)s gone. - She involuntarily fantasized that if Eric, or really any single one of them, in this moment pounced on her and fucked her in front of everyone, she wouldn -(TM)t resist. What the fuck is wrong with me?