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I’d expected Emily to be mortified that I’d found her sleeping naked outdoors, but she made no move to put her discarded bikini back on.

Instead, she made idle chit-chat, stretching lazily in the sun. I treaded water as we talked, thinking to myself over and over, Act normal. Act normal. I was so rattled by my close call that I was shaking. I struggled to keep my voice calm. Emily showed no suspicion that I’d done anything while she was sleeping.

I was so ashamed of what I’d done that I couldn’t bear to come any closer to her. I knew I couldn’t stay in the pool forever. But for now the distance between us gave me a small buffer to collect myself. Thank god she seemed to have no interest in joining me swimming.

Finally she stood up and padded barefoot into the house. I watched her naked back as it disappeared inside. I seized the opportunity and came out of the pool, checking my suit carefully to make sure I’d gotten it on correctly. The shoulder straps were twisted weirdly, and I was forced to take the suit down almost to my waist in order to get it properly untangled. Dripping wet, I arranged myself on my deck chair, taking deep breaths. It was all right. I hadn’t been caught.

Somehow I’d gotten trapped in this “good girl” image. Nobody knew that it wasn’t the real me. Whenever Emily called me a prude, I wanted to deny it. How many times had I almost done so? But I knew if I told Emily any of the slutty thoughts I had, I would end up telling her everything. I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. It would all come tumbling out, and Emily would be disgusted with me.

She liked to tease and pretend, to play the part of a wanton flirt. She was always saying things about herself like, “I’m such a slut,” or, “I’m constantly thinking about sex.” But she really had no idea how far it went with me. I was relentlessly tormented with obscene thoughts and images. My body wanted to expose itself. It was an endless battle to keep from sitting with my legs spread, with my skirt raised, with my shirt unbuttoned and my tits spilling out. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d made it through a work day or a social event without sneaking away to masturbate in the bathroom at some point. It was like an itch that I could never fully scratch.

So I let Emily think what she wanted. It was safer that way. The alternative…well, the way I’d behaved when she was asleep. That was the alternative.

She returned moments later—still entirely nude—with an uncorked bottle of wine and a fresh glass for me. She poured a glass for each of us, then sat on her deck chair, sipping.

“Come and do my back,” she said.

I knew there was more than enough sunscreen on her back already, thanks to me—probably enough to last a week. But she didn’t know that. I dutifully went and sat beside her on the deck chair as she turned over and laid face down.

I was afraid to touch her again, remembering how I’d lost control earlier. The shame of my stolen orgasm hammered at me. I was a terrible person. How could I call myself her friend?

But touching her body still felt so good. I tried to erase all sensuality from my touch. I had to behave properly. Other friends put sunscreen on each other, didn’t they? They didn’t lose control like I had. I was the one turning this into a sexual act. My wicked fingers seemed to want to have their way with her.

“Mmm,” she said. I could feel the muscles of her back relaxing under my touch. “That feels nice. Will you do my butt for me, too?” My heart jumped. But Emily laughed, “I’m kidding!”

I thought about calling her bluff. I remembered having her buttocks cupped in my hands not so long ago, while she slept. I didn’t want to think about how long I’d dreamed of touching her like that. But when she was awake it was a different story. I couldn’t let her know.

“So…I have to ask you something,” Emily said. “It’s kind of embarrassing.” She hesitated, then went on, “Was I acting weird at all while I was sleeping?”

“Um…what do you mean? Weird how?”

“Did I like, say…anything, or…I don’t know, make any noises?”

“No?” I said. “I don’t think so, but I was mostly swimming, so I might not have noticed.”

“Oh, that’s a relief!” she said. “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” I saw her grin out of the side of her mouth. “The truth is…I was having the most fantastic dream.”

I forced my hands to keep massaging and my voice to remain neutral. “Oh, really?”

“Someone was playing with my ass…just rubbing and squeezing my butt for ages. It was so hot.”

I couldn’t speak. My mouth went dry.

After a moment she added, “Then…he started fucking me. Like, really riding me hard. From behind. I was laying on the chair, just like this, and he was totally going to town on me.”

“Wow, that sounds…intense.”

“It was! When I woke up, my thighs were all sticky. I think I had a wet dream!” she laughed. “I came in my sleep, like some teenage boy! Can you believe it? You know I’ll sleep through anything, but I never thought I’d sleep through that!”

I felt more shame and guilt than ever. I’d given my friend an orgasm, but she’d been dreaming of some man. Probably her boyfriend Rick. And I knew that some, if not all, of the residue she’d found on her legs had come from me instead. If only she hadn’t woken right away, I could have cleaned up the evidence.

“Are you sure I didn’t do anything weird? You would tell me?”

“You fell asleep naked. That was pretty weird,” I said.

“Oh, god. I’m lucky I didn’t burn while I was having that dream. I guess it would serve me right! But my tan is evening out, isn’t it?”

I admitted that her tan lines seemed to have faded quite a bit.

“So it was worth the risk, then!” she laughed. She looked back at me over her shoulder. “You should take your suit off, Abigail. You could really use some sun yourself.”

I ignored that. “There,” I said. “You’re all set.” I’d massaged her for longer than I should have. I stood and went back to my own chair.

Emily fished under her chair and found a pair of big dark sunglasses. She stretched and rolled over onto her back with them perched on her face. “Thanks, that felt so good. Do you want to do my front now?”

“W-what?”

“I’m kidding, jeez! Don’t get all uncomfortable! I’ll do it myself, OK?”

I sipped my wine and tried not to watch as Emily sat forward and spread lotion all along her long smooth legs. She started from the feet and worked upward in slow circles.

“I have to be honest. I’m still a little turned on,” she said. “Normally after a dream like that, I would…well, you know. Take care of myself.”

Lying back down, she squeezed out more lotion and spread it over her arms, neck, and shoulders. I tried to keep my eyes forward but I kept sneaking glances from the corner of my eye. She was being so brazen. The way her hands were sliding all over her chest, she was practically groping her own breasts. Her nipples were clearly erect, glistening with lotion.

“I got this new vibrator that is just…so good,” she said, practically purring.

Would she dare start masturbating right in front of me? Please don’t! If she started touching herself, then I would have to watch. And if I watched, then I would have to touch myself, too. And if I did that…I couldn’t keep following that line of thought. Too dangerous.

“Man, that dream really got to me,” she said with a little laugh. “I’m sorry, I know I’m making you uncomfortable. I can’t help it.”

“It’s fine,” I said.

“God, I feel so sexy right now!”

I had no idea how to respond to that. We laid in silence for a while.

“I feel weird being the only one naked. I wish you would get undressed and sunbathe with me.”

I still didn’t reply. I just kept my eyes closed and concentrated on my breathing, trying to remain calm. But I had to admit she was right. It was weird that she was naked and I wasn’t. But I’m a coward. She knows that. She can’t blame me!

Emily spoke up again. “The sun feels so good.” she said.

I knew she wasn’t just saying that. When I had been naked, while she slept, I’d felt so sensual. I was disappointed to have to put my suit on again when she woke up.

“No, I shouldn’t…” I said weakly.

“Why not? No one’s here. And it’s so liberating, you’ll see.”

“But…” I faltered. For once I couldn’t think of any more excuses. I knew she wouldn’t let up until she’d pushed me into doing whatever she wanted. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. Let’s get this over with. “Well…okay,” I finally said.

“Really?!” she was overjoyed. She hadn’t thought I would really do it. And now that I’d said yes I couldn’t back out. I should have fought back harder!

I swallowed a big mouthful of wine. My heart hammering, I stood up and removed my swimsuit as quickly as I could. I knew that if our roles were reversed—if Emily were undressing in front of me—that she would take her time, teasing, letting each little reveal linger. My cheeks were burning. I felt Emily’s eyes on me as my big breasts swayed free. I wanted to hide my body with my hands. Instead, I forced some nonchalance into my movements.

I tossed my suit down beside my dress, casually turning back towards my chair, as if I wasn’t dying inside, knowing she was watching me, judging me.

I snuck a glance at her as I sat, wishing I had sunglasses of my own to conceal my gaze. I should have known she would have no such shame, though. She was flat-out ogling my body, looking over the top of her sunglasses to stare right at my crotch.

“No way!” said Emily. “You shave?”

Oh, no. “Um, I wax actually,” I said, feeling myself blush more than ever. This was what I had been afraid of. No one else was supposed to see! “I used to shave, but I hated the stubble.”

“Wow! Where do you get it done? You should take me!”

“I just do it myself. I use one of those home kits.”

“Abby, you slut! Doesn’t it hurt, though?”

“No, not really, not that bad. The first few times, maybe.” I didn’t tell her that I sort of enjoyed the pain now, just the tiniest bit. Afterwards my skin felt so sensitive, fresh and burning, that it was worth it. Some of my best orgasms came when I was rubbing lotion into my poor aching pussy.

“Well, maybe I’ll let you help me do it sometime,” she said.

I allowed myself to peek at her own tightly-trimmed little bush. God, it was so cute. I couldn’t help but imagine kneeling in front of her, right here by the pool, her holding her legs spread open for me as I applied the warm wax to her tender flesh. She’d emerge baby-smooth, like me, and I’d show her how good the cold lotion felt. She’d want to touch me as well, to compare. How would it feel to press our smooth bodies together, to rock back and forth, feeling our slippery lips slide against each other’s?

“Don’t look so shocked,” she said. “I’m only kidding!”

I realized I’d been staring off into space, slack-jawed at the fantasy. I wanted to hide again. I turned onto my front, hoping to quiet any more comments about my body.

“Here, I’ll do your back,” said Emily.

“N-no, that’s—”

But she was already standing up. “Are you kidding? You’ll burn so fast!” She sat beside me on my chair. “Actually, I think you might be getting a little pink already.”

“Really?” My thoughts flashed to when I’d been nude earlier, on top of Emily. How long had my naked back been exposed to the noon sun? However long it takes to come from humping your sleeping friend, I thought, ashamed.

The touch of her hands was cool as she applied the sunscreen across my back. But she wasn’t content to just rub it in and be done. She went on and on, kneading my back and shoulders. I wanted to tell her to stop, but the warm sun and the wine I’d drunk combined to make my head feel thick and fuzzy. My protests died away. I began to feel good, really good. My whole body felt as soft and malleable as warm clay. I could just melt away.

She moved her hands lower on my back. I could feel the length of her thigh pressed along my hip as she leaned further over me.

“I love your body,” she was saying. “I’m way too skinny.”

I tried to disagree, but couldn’t get the words out. I wanted to tell her she was beautiful, that her body was perfect. I wanted her hands to go even lower. I flushed with arousal at the thought. Oh, no. Her hands felt too good, I realized. Instead of satisfying me, my earlier orgasm had only whetted my appetite. My body was primed and ready. If she went on touching me much longer, I was going to have an orgasm. I had to find some way to get out of this, to get away from Emily’s hands. I lifted myself up on my elbows and looked over my shoulder at her, my hair in my face, an excuse ready on my lips.

“Shh,” said Emily, and pushed down on my back between my shoulder blades, forcing me down. What was she going to do to me? I squirmed, trying not to whimper. I hid my face in my arms, ashamed. I wanted Emily’s fingers in my pussy. I wanted something in my pussy. Could I somehow maneuver my hand underneath myself without her noticing?

Her hands left me and I almost sobbed, aching to have her touch me again. I heard her squeezing out more sunscreen. When her hands returned, they were cool and moist again. She moved them further down my back. I started to tense up. How low was she planning to go?

“Relax,” she said.

Then her hands were on my butt, rubbing me. Her hands were on my butt!

“This is how he was touching me,” she said. “In my dream.”

I stifled a groan. It was all I could do to keep from humping the deck chair. I forced my hips to remain still.

I bit my lip. God, what was wrong with me? Hadn’t I gone far enough, earlier? I couldn’t have an orgasm, here, with Emily touching me! I would never be able to look her in the eye again.

She went on kneading my cheeks, spreading them apart. Was she looking at me there? She had to be getting a full view of my asshole and everything else. I braced myself against the pleasure, trying to deny how good it felt to be so exposed. Emily must be loving this. There was nothing she enjoyed more than embarrassing me.

Oh, god, what was she doing to me? Was this normal? Was she taking advantage of me? Or was she just teasing me, trying to see how far I would let her push it? I couldn’t tell anymore.

I clamped my thighs together hard, trying to hide the flood of arousal I felt gushing from my pussy. But it was no use. Her fingers had spread my cheeks wide. My most sensitive skin was totally exposed. Any moment now she would see how moist she’d made me. She would be disgusted. I heard her saying something. Her voice sounded very far away. A breath of air whispered against my anus.

“No!” I jumped, sat up straight. If Emily touched me there, I wouldn’t be able to control myself any longer. I’d come dangerously close as it was. I clutched my swimsuit to my chest, my heart throbbing.

“I—I need to go for a swim,” I said. “I’m too warm.”

I wanted Emily to argue with me. I wanted her to push me back down onto the chair and climb on top of me, to press her slick pussy against mine. I wanted her to hold my wrists down, stopping any protest.

But she laughed. “Sure, go for a swim,” she said.

She let me walk past her but at the last second she snatched the swimsuit out of my hands, denying me even that. I was too agitated to fight back.

Distraught, I entered the pool and ducked my head under the water, hoping for some relief. But my pulse refused to stop racing. I could hear the blood rushing in my ears. My cheeks were hot. When I came back up, Emily was in her own chair, stretched out on her back again. Was she watching me? I couldn’t tell with those damn sunglasses on.

I wanted to finger myself underwater, but I felt more exposed than ever. I was naked and the water was absolutely clear. Emily would be able to see anything I did, even underwater. I treaded in place and watched the way my breasts bobbed, each swaying and floating independently. I swam to the edge of the pool closest to Emily. She would only be able to see my head and maybe my shoulders from here. My hand snuck between my legs. My clit was hard in the cool water.

That was it. Oh, this wouldn’t take long. I would sneak this one quick orgasm and then be able to be much calmer.

“You okay in there?” Emily said. “You sound like you’re hyperventilating.”

Oh, no! Without realizing it, I’d been breathing hard, panting as I was getting closer. It was no use. I couldn’t do this here. My body kept betraying me. Why on earth had I thought this was a good idea in the first place?

When I came out of the water, dripping, I couldn’t see my swimsuit anywhere. My dress was gone as well. Emily had hidden them somewhere. More of her games. I didn’t have the strength to be drawn in. She would only pretend ignorance. I bent over a little and wrung my hair out, faking indifference.

Pretending it was totally normal to be wet and naked in front of Emily, I crossed back to my chair and lay down, face up this time.

“Abigail…” came Emily’s voice again, in a little sing-song.

What was it now? Couldn’t I just get through this interminable day without making a fool of myself?

“Don’t you need more sunscreen?” she said. “You haven’t done your front yet.”

“No, I’m fine,” I said.

“Are you trying to get me to come over there and do it for you?” Emily teased. “Come on, I’d hate to see those big boobs of yours burn.”

She handed over the bottle of sunscreen and I took it with shaking fingers.

I wanted to be quick about it, but so help me I did love the feel of my own hands on my slippery body.

I tried not to spend too much attention on my breasts, but it was impossible. I had to lift each of them up with one hand while I spread lotion underneath with my other hand. Could Emily tell that if I raised my breast just a little higher, I’d be able to get the nipple in my mouth? I pushed my breasts together to get sunscreen along the sides. Somehow my fingers kept playing over my nipples. I didn’t mean to.

I realized I didn’t know how long I’d been rubbing and squeezing my breasts. I had to be more careful.

“You don’t have any hair,” said Emily. “No protection at all.” Was she watching just to tease me?

But she was right, I couldn’t ignore my pussy just because I was embarrassed. I pressed my legs tight together so I wasn’t tempted to spread them while my hands were near. In private, I always had such a hard time keeping my hands off myself. But right now I couldn’t risk looking like a slut. I brushed my fingers over my smooth mound, where my outer lips puffed up. Were they more swollen than usual? Was that something Emily could see? I longed to push my fingers right into my pussy. God help me, I wanted Emily to watch me do it. But I just couldn’t.

“I wish Rick was here,” said Emily. “What would you do if he was here right now?”

“I don’t know,” I said.

“Oh, come on. Quit being a prude. He’s here, right now. As naked as the two of us. His cock is big and hard. What would you do?”

What was the right answer? “Lick it?” I guessed.

“I know what he would do. He would kill to be here, even if he was just a fly on the wall. Two sexy girls, wet, naked, touching each other all afternoon…”

That image made my head spin with lust. Was she describing how Rick would see things? Or how she herself did? Or was she just trying to get a reaction from me?

“He likes your tits, you know.”

“He does?” I realized my hands had returned to my breasts and they were rubbing them again. I pretended I was just evening out my sunscreen.

“Yeah, he told me. I don’t blame him, they’re huge.”

“He told you he liked them?”

“He kept talking about them while we were fucking once. Told me all the things he wanted to do to you.”

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to hear more. “But you’re not jealous?” I asked.

“He’d be jealous of me right now. I’m getting to see everything. I’ll have to tell him what they look like.”

“What are you gonna say?”

“Oh, you know… ‘ripe, heaving bosom…twin milky orbs with pert, rosy nipples…’” She choked into laughter, unable to go on, and I laughed too. “Well…I have to tell him about how you wax your pussy. That’s too good not to share.”

I wished she wouldn’t. I wasn’t sure I liked the idea of Rick thinking about me like that. But at the same time, it meant Emily would be thinking about me, describing me. Even in fake romance-novel terms, her words about my body were almost like she was touching me.

“You’re lucky my phone’s inside, and that I’m too lazy to get it. I’d call Rick right now and tell him to come satisfy me.”

I just laughed, uncomfortable. If she did do that, what was I supposed to do? My first instinct was to run. I’d go home and wonder about what I’d missed out on, again. But what did she want me to do? Stay? Watch? Join in?

“You know,” said Emily, “You could touch yourself. If you wanted.”

I snatched my wandering hands away from my body. “I don’t know what you mean!” Was she making fun of me?

“I wouldn’t mind,” she said.

“What are you saying?”

“Nothing, I just thought…in case you were horny…it would be all right with me.”

“Ex-cuse me? Emily, I can’t believe you! As if I would—”

“I’m sorry, forget I said anything.”

Feeling ashamed and indignant, I turned away from her, over onto my front again.

Why had she said that? Now the mood was ruined. At least she’d stopped talking for now. Maybe I could finally calm down without her constantly saying suggestive things to fluster me.

I laid still, listening to the silence, waiting for my heartbeat to slow. But the thick, heavy air itself seemed suggestive. I prayed for a breeze, but when one finally came, it felt like a caress. My ass and thighs grew warm from the sun. My pussy felt hot, too. God, it was practically throbbing. I hated that Emily was right. I desperately needed to touch myself.

I realized that I had accidentally lain with one arm hidden under myself. My fingers were actually very close to my pussy. Could I secretly find some relief?

I waited for Emily to offer to do my back again. Maybe this time I wouldn’t chicken out. Maybe I would allow her to touch me everywhere. I squirmed, anticipating, but the silence stretched. Why didn’t she say something? Was she waiting for me to ask? I couldn’t! I licked my dry lips and tried to calm my thudding heart.

“Will you…?” My voice faltered. I started again. “Emily? Can you…uh…will you put more…sunscreen? On me, I mean?”

Smooth. She didn’t respond. I turned my head to look back at her.

She was looking my direction with her lips parted, her eyes still hidden behind dark glasses. “Emily?” I said. Her naked chest was steadily rising and falling.

Unbelievable. She’d fallen asleep again!

I sat up. If she was going to sleep, then at least I could finally get some relief. But not here.

I stepped down off the deck and crossed towards the house on bare feet. I should have done this earlier. I’d get myself off in the bathroom. Or maybe I’d take a look around, to see if I could find that vibrator she was talking about. It would be so wrong to use her toy on myself, to press the soft silicone that she’d left sticky into my own wetness…to leave it for her to find later…

But the sliding glass door was locked shut. I rattled the handle, frustrated. Why on earth would Emily have locked it? Unless it had locked accidentally, in which case we were both stuck out here. But there must be a key somewhere!

I walked back to the pool and stood over Emily. There were no keys on the little table, nor anywhere that I could see on the ground. My bathing suit and the dress I’d arrived in remained hidden as well. Wherever her hiding place was, it was a good one.

It began to sink in just how trapped I was. Without any clothes, I couldn’t leave. I couldn’t hide in the house. Until Emily woke up, I was completely at her mercy.

Emily’s bikini was still here, but the idea of me squeezing into it was absurd. The thing was minuscule. Leaving it for me must have been her idea of a joke. On my body, I knew it would be more obscene than if I were nude. I’d be arrested if I tried to drive home in that.

What kind of prank was this? I felt sick. “Emily, wake up,” I said once, loud but halfhearted, already knowing it was useless. This was Emily’s trademark sleep of the dead.

I lay back down as I had been before, face down with one hand underneath my body. Frustrated as I was, my arousal just wouldn’t go away. I pressed my fingers between my lips. Without moving my body at all, I inched my hand back and forth, caressing myself with agonizing slowness. I turned my head so I could keep an eye on Emily. I wanted to appear innocent if she showed any signs of waking.

With those sunglasses hiding her eyes, it was easy to imagine she was watching me. Would she like what she saw? Was that why she’d spent all afternoon getting me naked and teasing me? Did she want me like I wanted her? God, why wouldn’t she just say it, then?

All day she’d been nude in front of me and I’d refused to let myself really look. I felt drunk, taking all of her in now. My gaze followed the curve of her throat down her chest, to her succulent breasts and her perky little nipples, standing up in the air. What would they feel like under my tongue? I wanted to wrap my thighs around her narrow hips. I wanted to trail my fingers through her trimmed little patch of pubic hair to her velvety slit. I knew I could make her feel so good if she would just let me.

I’d seen her body before, in glimpses here and there. We’d been friends for a long time. Whenever we had changed in front of one another, I had to be careful not to stare, to savor instead whatever little glimpses I caught from the sides of my eyes. This was the first time I’d seen everything at once, and could stare to my heart’s content.

She’d sent me a nude selfie once, to get my “approval” before sending it to Rick. I’d sent a supporting but carefully neutral response: she looked great, Rick would just love it, thumbs up emoji. I wondered if she’d really done it just because she knew how uncomfortable it would make me. But of course I’d saved that photo.

I’d dared myself to take my own nude photo and send it back. The plan fell apart—I wasn’t dating anyone, so I had no pretext—even if I could have brought myself to really send it to her. But the larger problem was, no matter what I did, every photo I took was too sexual, too wanton. While Emily’s photo had been perfectly coquettish—flirty but demure—mine all came out revealing too much of my slutty side. I couldn’t let anyone see them, especially not Emily.

But I kept all the photos I’d taken that night. I’d look at them sometimes, and wonder what would have happened if I’d sent them. In my imagination, Emily was suitably appalled, but still fascinated to see me like this. “I can’t believe how nasty you look,” she’d say, and ask to see another one. “Do one where you’re bending over more. Squeeze your tits. Arch your back.”

Having the imaginary Emily in my head, while the real Emily was right here, naked, was too much. My pussy was gushing. Fluid streamed over my fingers. Despite trying to keep still, I was hunching my hips towards my hand.

Fuck it. I may as well do this right, I thought. I rolled onto my side so I was facing Emily. I spread my knees to give my hand more room to move.

The idea that she really was watching spurred me on. I imagined that she had seen all my photos and now she wanted to see the real thing. What would she want? Did she want to watch me fuck her boyfriend? I pretended Rick was here, turning me over, positioning my body with his big hands. I got on my knees, my ass in the air, legs spread wide, my head and shoulders pressed to the chair. Rick would be behind me, his hands holding my hips as he thrust into me. I kept working my clit, looking to Emily for approval. She, of course, hadn’t changed, but I imagined that she was smiling, giving encouragement to me and to the imaginary Rick. We were both performing for her pleasure.

I twisted my other arm around behind myself and found my pussy with that hand, plunging two fingers deep inside. I couldn’t reach as deep as I imagined Rick’s cock would, but it would do. I continued rubbing my clit. The wet sounds were loud in the still air.

Oh, fuck that was good. If Emily woke up now there was no hiding what I was doing. Watching her impassive face and pretending she was watching me was driving me crazy. My fingers worked my clit hard. My other hand made squelching sounds as it pushed into my pussy from behind. When I came, I kept just enough composure to keep from crying out. I pressed my face into the chair cushion and whimpered against my bit lip. I could hear the leg of the chair tapping against the deck in the same rhythm as my spasming hips.

Shuddering, I sucked the juices from my dripping fingers. My body felt raw, alive. God, I was insatiable. I wanted to come again already. And I knew Emily wanted to see me again, too.

I sat upright on my chair and turned towards her. My feet were flat on the ground. I weighed my tits in my hands. I’d been dying to get my nipples in my mouth. They tasted like sunscreen but I didn’t care. I was too eager, suckled too hard at first, and my right nipple emerged bruised and throbbing. I made a muffled grunt, feeling like a glutton as I switched to my left breast, lifting it higher to squeeze as much as I could fit into my mouth. My other hand traced over my too-sensitive pussy lips.

I leaned back and lifted my heels onto the side of the chair. I was totally spread open, stroking a little faster now. I was taking such a risk. I had to release my breast from my mouth so that I could still see Emily from this pose. I could practically feel her gaze on me, looking right at my pussy as my fingers went in and out. You like that? I thought.

If I had my toys here I could really give her a show. I’d stick my suction cup dildo on the corner of the little glass table and fuck myself right next to her face, squatting up and down.

Or I’d rub my pussy right on her face. That ought to wake her up. It would serve her right, too—hiding my clothes, locking me out of the house—she deserved to wake up with my wet pussy grinding on her lips and chin. I’d ignore her when she tried to speak or push me off. When I finally had my fill, I’d lick her face clean.

A horrific thought seized me. Emily wasn’t sleeping at all, was she? She was pretending. This whole day she had been trying to embarrass me. This was just her latest ploy. Any minute now she would sit up and say, “I knew it, Abigail. I always knew you were a pervert. You were supposed to be my friend. But all these years, you’ve been a secret lesbian slut, lusting after me.”

I shuddered at the thought, but I couldn’t stop touching my body. The flesh bulged out between my spread fingers as I squeezed my tit hard. Part of me willed her to wake up and say those words. Even with the shame, and the rejection, at least I could finally stop pretending. I could stop being Abigail the prude, and start being Abigail the slut. I’d wear skimpy tops and miniskirts every day, stripper heels…I’d never wear panties. I’d go out to sleazy bars and do anything anyone there asked of me.

“No,” I moaned, knowing I should stop. “I can’t…I have to stop, I…fuck.” I was certain now that I was right, that Emily was faking. Helpless, I went on ravishing my body in full view of her. My fingers emerged glistening from my pussy and I smeared the moisture all around my throbbing clit. I rolled one firm nipple between my fingers. I was too far gone. She’d already seen me at my most perverted. I had nothing to lose.

“You can stop pretending now. I know you’re awake, Emily. You must really like watching me. It’s OK, though. I like it.” I couldn’t believe I was saying these things. She wanted to see what I did when I thought she was sleeping? Well, I’d give her more than she bargained for.

“I bet you were awake earlier, too, weren’t you? When I was on top of you. You liked it, didn’t you? I bet you wanted to turn over and fuck me back. But you liked me using your body like that. Taking what I wanted.”

I wished I could rub myself against her again. I would remember that stolen pleasure for the rest of my life.

“Do you know what always makes me come, every time?” My finger circled my anus, stroking, teasing. “Ooh, I shouldn’t…I really shouldn’t do this in front of you, but…fuck, I need it. Do you know how much I love touching myself here? My asshole? Isn’t that naughty? I’ve never had a cock in there, though. Have you? I bet you have, you little slut. I like to think about it. Think about you getting fucked in the ass. Think about you doing it to me. Oh, god,” I moaned as my circling finger began to sink into my eagerly accepting little asshole.

“You have no idea that I’m a slut, too. That’s right, Emily, I’m a slut. I said it.” My asshole had completely swallowed my finger now, all the way to the last knuckle. I began to slowly inch it back and forth, savoring the feeling of my tight little sphincter grasping at it.

“I wish I had my butt plug here. I’d show you how I take it all. My finger feels so fucking good right now, but, fuck…it feels so much better to be totally full.”

Some days I put my butt plug in and kept it there all day. I loved to feel it nestled there while I did ordinary things. I thrilled at my delicious secret while talking to coworkers and friends. I suffered through work and meetings in an erotic fog, the words my coworkers said to me just background noise. I’d squirm in my desk chair, feeling it fill every part of me.

I went on, saying whatever came into my head, trying to goad her into a response. “I know all about pretending. What do you want? You want me? You want me to tell you how much I want you? How much I love seeing your body? That you’re my biggest fantasy? I’ve thought about fucking you so many times.”

I watched her parted lips carefully. Was she breathing any faster? Was her face flushed? What about her nipples, were they hard? Surely such things would give her away. If only she would part her legs, maybe I could see if I was making her pussy moist. Her beautiful little mound was as appetizing as a ripe, fuzzy peach. And it was so temptingly close. It was all I could do not to reach over and spread her puffy lips to see the delicious pink within. If I did, would I see a trickle of moisture roll down her ready opening?

“God, looking at your pussy right now, I just want to devour it. You can keep pretending you’re asleep, if you want to, and just…just part your legs a little bit, and I’ll eat you out. I’ll make you feel so good, and we don’t have to say a word. We can pretend it never happened. Just give me a sign. Just spread your legs a little bit. Please, Emily. Please. Please.”

My last “please” ended in a squeal, as I felt my anus sucking at my pushing finger. My other hand clenched my aching pussy, the fingers disappearing deep between the inflamed lips. I arched my body backwards, every muscle stiff, pummeled with pleasure.

And Emily remained totally still. I realized with a wave of relief that my lewd fantasy had to be a fiction. She wasn’t awake. She wasn’t watching me. No way would anyone pretend to sleep through that.

But a thought had come into my head along the way, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. I can’t! I can’t do it! But I had to. It was a compulsion. I slid off the chair and crawled to her side on my knees.

I won’t touch her, I told myself. That had been my mistake last time. I just want to know what she smells like.

I crept closer, until my face was hovering just over her lap. I could see every detail. Her little bush was trimmed so short that it hid nothing at all. She’d also shaved some of it on both sides, to reveal even more of her mound and her outer lips. Was she more swollen than usual, or always this puffy? The curled edges of her inner lips, delicate and pink, peeked from within.

I watched her face carefully. This was so much more risky because of her sunglasses. She could be looking right at me and I wouldn’t know. But I was certain now that she really was sleeping.

Without taking my eyes off her face, I nestled the tip of my nose very close to her cleft, where it dipped between her legs. Her dainty curls of pubic fuzz tickled my face, soft as velvet. I took one deep, shuddering breath. Oh, god! It was earthy, deep, and rich. I closed my eyes and inhaled again. Buttery sandalwood. Warm, dark honey. The musky heart of a fresh fig. My mouth sagged open in absolute, primal bliss.

I reached my hand once more between my legs. My clit was a throbbing needle, singing out to be touched. I had to complete my pleasure. It was too much for my poor senses. With each breath I had to choke back a groan. I knew that what I was doing was desperately depraved. I was filthy. I was an animal.

But I had come this far. I had to know how she tasted. I had to! I stuck my tongue out and touched it to her cleft, where her lips formed a sort of pout. The same rich flavors were there on her skin, but sharper, stronger. I started to press my tongue inward, deeper. The touch of moisture on my tongue was like completing a circuit, sending a jolt of electricity down a wire that shocked me into a sudden orgasm.

I jerked away from Emily as I cried out, grunts that I couldn’t contain. “Ah! Ah! Ah! Emily…Emily! I love you! I love you! I—” I clapped my hands over my mouth. Where the fuck did that come from? Still in the grip of my orgasm, my legs gave out, quivering like jelly. I collapsed backwards to the ground.

I gasped and shuddered. I realized I was sobbing. Brushing damp strands of hair away from my brow, I looked up at Emily, afraid my loud cries had finally woken her.

But there was still no change. She hadn’t moved an inch, and her chest rose and fell with the same steady breath. She really was asleep.

I immediately grew ashamed. I’d let my libido control me again. I felt foolish and drained, as limp and wrung out as a dish towel. I pulled my exhausted body back onto my chair, curling myself into a ball. I didn’t feel sexy anymore. I just felt empty.

And I was still under Emily’s control. How long was she going to sleep for? I couldn’t dress myself or leave. I hugged my knees. I just had to wait.

I must have fallen asleep. The sun was lower in the sky, and the heat of the day was gone. My sun dress and my swimsuit were laying together, neatly folded, on the cushion of Emily’s chair. I couldn’t see Emily herself anywhere.

I didn’t know what to think. I thought of all of the crazy things I’d said. She was probably in the house right now, but I couldn’t bear to see her. I couldn’t look her in the eye. It was time to go.

My swimsuit was damp and clammy, so I left it off. Shivering, I pulled my dress over my head. I hadn’t brought a bra or panties with me. I hoped Emily wouldn’t see me leaving.

My head hot with embarrassment, I walked out of the side gate and out to my car.