A Normal Night in the Girls' Dorm

Chapter 1 - Study Buddies

Room 6, first floor

8:08 PM

Anne leaned over her biology textbook and tried to focus on the diagrams of cellular structures that she had been putting off memorizing all week. "Are you getting any of this?" she asked, looking up with a slight frown and twirling a strand of her long blonde hair in her fingers.

Valerie looked up, adjusted her glasses, and her velvet brown eyes met the bright blue of Anne's. The two girls were perched cross‑legged on Anne's neatly made bed, knees almost touching, open textbooks bridging the gap between them. The mattress gave a soft squeak as Valerie straightened and stretched, pulling her sweater vest tight against her chest.

"I... think so? Go ahead and quiz me," she replied.

With a quick nod Anne looked back down at her textbook. Her white yoga pants and matching sports bra, under a volleyball team t-shirt, hugged her athletic figure which was both toned and tanned from hours of outdoor exercise. "Okay, what do the mitochondria do in a cell?"

Valerie gathered the loose waves of her long brown hair in one hand and brought it around her shoulder as she tried to recall what she knew about mitochondria. "It's the, umm... powerhouse, so... it produces energy. Energy called, uhh..."

"ATP" supplied Anne.

"Right! I knew that!" Again Valerie adjusted her sitting position and straightened her knee-length plaid skirt. Under her sweater vest she wore a thin white button-down shirt, completing her trademark academic ensemble.

As Anne hunted for another quiz question, Valerie's attention wandered around the small dorm room. On the wall beside Anne's bed hung a poster for the school's volleyball team showing all of this year's team members posed in a group photo. Valerie located Anne in the photo, kneeling in the front row with the team's other first-year members and smiling brilliantly. Beside the bed was a desk, on which Anne's computer monitor sat angled so that it was visible from the bed. On the other side of the room a full length mirror adorned the wall, right beside the empty bed belonging to Anne's roommate. "So where's Katie tonight?" Valerie asked.

Anne looked up, remembering the text message she had received earlier in the evening from her roommate Katie. "She's at the Kappa Beta Gamma house. Some kind of pledge thing tonight. We've got the room to ourselves." Then suddenly, "Oh! I didn't tell you about last night did I?"

Valerie perked up, looking back at Anne. "What happened?" As was often the case when Anne and Valerie met to study, their conversation began to veer away from their study material. They had, after all, bonded over their mutual curiosity and love of gossip, since meeting in their shared biology class at the beginning of the semester. Since then, they had started hanging out regularly, as much to exchange campus gossip as to study the course material. The girls had found that they shared a similar sense of humor as well as a general fun-loving attitude that made studying much more bearable when they were together.

Grinning, Anne's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "So, last night I was coming back from the library and I heard singing in the hallway. It was coming from Cassandra's room. I put my ear to her door, just for a few seconds, but I could tell it was her!"

Valerie's eyebrows rose. "Really? Cassandra? I don't think I've heard her say two words all year."

Anne grinned "I know! Turns out she's got this incredible singing voice. It was like... opera or something. I couldn't believe it!"

Valerie giggled and closed her eyes trying to imagine shy, quiet Cassandra up on a stage singing opera. When she opened her eyes Anne was looking back down at the biology book and absently rubbing her shoulder as if it were painful. "Hurt yourself at practice?"

"Ah, just a little stiff. I don't know if it's from practice or the pilates I did just before you came over. I'll be fine," Anne answered. For a moment the room was silent as both girls struggled against the temptation to bring up other juicy bits of gossip.

Valerie sighed. "It's too quiet. My mind keeps wandering. You want to try some background music again?"

Remembering their last study session, during which they had successfully memorized the structure of the cell membrane while some random "ambient music for studying" video filled the room with gentle background noise. "Good idea. Hey computer, play ambient music for studying on YouTube." Prompted by Anne's voice command the computer launched a web browser. Within a few seconds, calm instrumental music hummed at a low volume from the computer speakers.

Valerie smiled, looked back down at her textbook, and said "Okay, let's see if you can get this: what are ribosomes composed of?"

Anne rubbed her shoulder and reached into her memory for the answer. "rRNA, right?"

"Good job, ask me one next."

While Anne flipped a couple of pages, the music suddenly stopped playing. Valerie glanced over at the computer screen. It was showing an advertisement for a chain of massage parlors with the message "Sports massage -- relieve, recharge, rebound" at the bottom. The image was of a serene studio in which a woman wearing a light blue tank top was kneading the shoulders of another woman lying on a massage table. The masseuse's fingers were pressing in slow, deliberate circles. The camera zoomed in on the technique, showing smooth, gliding strokes along the upper back. Valerie nudged Anne's knee and pointed at the screen, saying "Hey, look..."

Anne turned to face the screen, and watched until the sports massage advertisement ended and the music video resumed. Turning back around to face Valerie Anne sighed and said "Sports massage huh? Wish I could afford that."

Valerie's eyes lingered on the screen, a thoughtful expression on her face. She tapped her fingers on the edge of her textbook. It seems easy enough. Just... light pressure, finding the tense spots... it can't be that simple though, can it? I don't want to embarrass myself. Maybe I shouldn't say anything.

"Earth to Val," Anne interrupted, waving her hand at Valerie. "Are you ready for the next question?"

"I was just..." Valerie muttered. It's weird for friends to massage each other, right? But she can't afford a professional...

"Out with it! What are you thinking?" Anne prods.

"Well... maybe it's a dumb idea but I was just thinking... if you want... I could... try that sports massage thing on you." Valerie's eyes met Anne's and she continued "I mean, it looked pretty straightforward, right?. I'd just... follow what she was doing in that ad."

Anne paused for a moment, then her smile widened and she exclaimed "That actually sounds amazing! Anyway it can't hurt to try. Maybe if we can loosen up my shoulder and neck I'll be able to focus better."

Feeling relieved, Valerie returned Anne's smile. "Exactly!" But then she realized she hadn't thought this through -- how would they do it without a massage table? "How should we...?" she started.

Anne glanced around looking for options, then said "Maybe you can sit on the edge of the bed, and I'll sit on the floor. That way you can reach my shoulders."

Valerie nodded. "Let's try it."

Anne climbed off the bed and slid her textbook to the side and out of the way as she said "It's really nice of you to offer to do this."

Valerie just smiled and nodded as she scooted her legs over the side of the bed.

Then Anne lowered herself onto her knees and leaned back against Valerie's legs. "Does this work?" she asked, pulling her silky blonde hair off her shoulders and letting it lay over her chest.

"Perfect," Valerie replied, and tentatively lowered her palms to Anne's shoulders. Recalling what she had seen on the advertisement, Valerie's fingertips began to trace slow, deliberate circles. The light cotton shirt was soft and offered very little friction against Valerie's fingers. She pressed a little harder where she felt the muscles resist, then eased back and glided her palms toward the base of Anne's neck. Her hands felt the difference in warmth as they slid off the cotton fabric and onto the skin of Anne's neck.

Anne closed her eyes, relaxing as the tension in her upper back seemed to dissolve under Valerie's careful pressure. The aching tightness in her shoulders began to loosen as if a knot were being untied. Her mind, which had been buzzing with biology terms, drifted into a quiet, pleasant space. "Is this your first time doing a massage?"

At the question Valerie instinctively withdrew her hands, a look of uncertainty flashing across her face. "Oh... is it not good?" she asked.

"No, it's actually really good," Anne replied. "I was just surprised. It feels like you've done this before. You're really good at it."

Valerie felt simultaneous feelings of relief and pride. She let her hands settle again on Anne's shoulders, this time with more confidence. "Oh! Yeah, it's my first time," she answered. Valerie had never really excelled at any kind of physical activity, so the realization that she might have found a hidden talent brought a smile to her face. "Maybe I just have a knack for it."

Anne gave a small, encouraging nod. "Well, keep going. You're doing great. I think this is really going to help."

Valerie smiled, her earlier nervousness gone, and her hands fell into a steady rhythm. Her fingers moved in slow circles along Anne's trapezius before sliding down to the edge of her shoulders. Each time her hands eased back onto Anne's skin, Anne's shoulders relaxed a little more.

"Okay, next question," Anne said, trying to recall what they had been studying. "What's the function of the Golgi apparatus?"

"Um, it... processes and packages proteins, right?" Valerie answered, not really considering it very carefully as she focused on the motion of her hands.

"I think so..." Anne murmured, letting the words drift away.

Valerie pressed firmly into a knot she felt near the outer edge of Anne's shoulder blade. As she worked, a memory bubbled up from earlier that day. "So, I overheard Evan today in class talking to some other guys." Her hands applied smooth, even pressure to the lower part of Anne's neck. "He was talking about getting a... you know... a blowjob. From one of the girls in our class. I didn't catch a name though."

Anne tilted her head in response to Valerie's finger pressure and frowned. "Ugh. What kind of asshole brags to his friends about that?"

Valerie's thumb traced a slow line down the muscle, the motion controlled and deliberate. Her mind cycled through the other girls in their biology class. Had she ever seen any of them talking to Evan? Finally, she responded "Now that I think about it, he was probably just making it up. Guys lie about that stuff all the time, don't they?"

Anne chuckled and answered "Yeah, I -- ooh! You got a good spot there."

"Here?" Valerie asked, pushing a little harder on the tense knot in Anne's neck, eliciting a soft sigh from Anne. Again, Valerie felt a surge of pride that her touch had turned out to be so effective at relieving Anne's discomfort.

She really does seem to have a knack for this. With the massage melting her worries away, it suddenly seemed like the right time for Anne to bring up something that had been on her mind. "Speaking of the guys in class... is it just my imagination or have you noticed that they've been, kind of... checking you out a little more recently?"

Valerie's eyebrows lifted slightly and a faint pink bloomed on her cheeks. She paused, hands going still on Anne's shoulders, then gave a small laugh. "Oh... yeah that. I guess it's noticeable huh?"

Over the past several weeks Valerie's body, which was already naturally curvy, had grown even more voluptuous. She had first noticed when the C-cup bras she had worn since high school had started feeling too small, and she'd been forced to go shopping. She was now comfortably a D-cup. But that wasn't all. She had also noticed her butt looking a little more round and plump when she got dressed in front of a mirror. And sure enough, her skirts and pants were starting to feel more snug each time she wore them.

Although she'd initially been unsure what to think of this, it soon became apparent that the new fit was attracting more looks than she had ever gotten before. And it wasn't just her classmates, as Anne had alluded to. Everywhere she went Valerie was getting more attention than she was accustomed to. It was a little embarrassing, but at the same time... it was a little exciting. This was something she hadn't really felt comfortable talking about with anyone, but now Anne was bringing it up, albeit in a subtle, tactful way. Of course she's noticed too. Is this her way of asking if I want to talk about it?

"Don't take it the wrong way!" Anne blurted. "I'm actually jealous -- I wanna know your secret. Is it birth control or something?"

Valerie chuckled. Anne was always so good at making just the right joke to ease tension in any conversation. "No, nothing like that. I... think it's just some random growth spurt." Feeling like she could open up a bit, Valerie continued, "It was kind of annoying actually. I had to buy all new bras. And... I think the... bigger you get, the harder it is to find ones that fit, if that makes any sense."

"Yeah..." Anne muttered thoughtfully, relieved that it seemed like Valerie wasn't offended by her bringing up this topic, and was willing to talk about it. "Not that I have a lot of experience in that department." Anne's own breasts had been modest B-cups for years, and although she was very happy with their perky shape, she had to admit it wasn't likely they would get any larger.

"Hey, you don't know how good you have it!" Valerie objected. "Imagine playing volleyball with this body! And sure the extra attention is kind of nice, but it can be creepy too. Like today I had to talk to my history professor and he wasn't exactly keeping eye contact." It felt good to get these sentiments out in the open so she continued, "And don't get me started on how my shoulders and back feel lately."

Anne considered this. She'd always been a little envious of curvier girls, but Val raised some good points. Maybe Anne was lucky to have her more athletic figure. Then it hit her and she felt stupid for not having thought of it earlier. "Wait, your shoulders are sore too? All this time you've been massaging me?" Without waiting for Valerie to answer, Anne made her decision. "Okay, switch!"

Anne turned around and faced Valerie to show that she was serious. Valerie raised her eyebrows. "Really? I didn't mean that you--"

"Definitely!" Anne interrupted, a smile forming on her face. "My shoulder feels so much better already. I seriously owe you. I just hope I can do even half as good a job as you did for me." She stood, and after a moment's hesitation Valerie stood too. Then the two girls switched positions and Anne sat on the edge of the bed.

Valerie lowered herself to her knees, and moved her soft brown hair out of the way for Anne.

As soon as Anne's hands came down onto Valerie's shoulders, both girls noticed the problem. The sweater vest was much thicker than Anne's t-shirt, and there was no way Anne was going to be able to give an effective massage with this much material in the way. The situation suddenly felt slightly awkward and Anne wasn't sure how to proceed.

Valerie bit her lip. This isn't going to work unless I take this thing off. I'll still have my shirt and bra on though, so it won't be weird. "Hold on, I'm just gonna..." Valerie mumbled as she gripped the hem of the sweater vest. She felt Anne's hands leave her shoulders and she pulled the sweater vest upward. She had gotten used to how tight her tops had become recently, so she didn't even notice how the action pulled her breasts upward and then dropped them back down with a significant bounce as she lifted the vest over her head. Putting the sweater vest in her lap, and once again moving her hair out of the way, Valerie said "Okay, go for it."

Anne placed her palms on Valerie's shoulders and immediately she could tell the difference. The thin fabric of Valerie's white button-down shirt presented only the slightest barrier for Anne's fingers. She began with slow, circular movements, trying to mimic what she had felt Valerie do to her. "How's that?"

"You can push a little harder," Valerie said, and felt gradually increased pressure from Anne's hands in response. As she felt Anne's hands move across her shoulders and to the base of her neck, Valerie could feel her tension evaporate. "I see what you mean, that's amazing," she breathed.

Anne smiled. "See? I'm glad you suggested this. We'll both feel better now." She felt like she wasn't quite the natural talent at this that Valerie seemed to be. But Val still seemed to be enjoying it, and Anne was happy to repay her efforts.

Valerie nodded, and relaxed her body back into Anne's legs as she felt the relief spread through her neck and shoulders. With their plans to study now thoroughly derailed, Valerie pointed out that it was Anne's turn to share some gossip.

Anne chuckled, a playful glint in her eyes. "Alright, you'll love this. You know Marissa, in room 12?" Valerie uttered a quick "Mhm" and Anne continued, "So she and I were both eating in the lounge the other day and we started talking. Apparently she's an art major. And she told me..." pausing for dramatic effect.

As Anne's palms pressed into the back of Valerie's neck, Valerie uttered a curious "Yeah?" urging Anne to continue.

"In one of her classes, some of the senior art students are posing. Nude."

Valerie's mouth opened forming a silent oh and she felt another flush of pink in her cheeks. Anne felt Valerie's shoulders tense up in response to this revelation and chuckled. "I know! I couldn't believe it either! Apparently I picked the wrong major."

The two friends shared a laugh while Anne continued to work the knots out of Valerie's shoulders. Each stroke of Anne's fingers felt heavenly. Wanting more details, Valerie prompted "So, Marissa... and the whole class... they're drawing the seniors' naked bodies or something?"

"Yep. I think she said it's called figure drawing. And apparently it's a mandatory part of the curriculum. The modeling part is voluntary though, so only a few seniors are doing it."

Valerie imagined herself sitting at a desk in an art classroom, filled with other students all staring at a pair of naked seniors standing at the front of the class, every detail of their firm bodies fully exposed. Would the students be embarrassed? Would they be turned on? She felt a flush of warmth in her abdomen and, suddenly, more sensitive to the touch of Anne's gliding fingers on her shoulders. She wanted to ask whether the nude models were guys or girls, but just then Anne's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"You said your back was sore too?"

The imaginary scene in Valerie's head evaporated and she stuttered a reply "Oh, uh, yeah, I mean, a little. I guess it just hasn't adapted to the uh, more weight up front."

Anne lifted her hands from Valerie's neck and said "I'd be happy to work on your upper back too. But we might need to re-position. I can only reach your neck and shoulders this way."

"Wow really?" Valerie imagined feeling the same blissful relief in her back that she now felt in her shoulders and neck. "That would be amazing. And I can try on you too if your back is sore. Should I lay down?"

Anne considered the image of Valerie laying face down on the bed. Surely that would be an uncomfortable position for a girl as... endowed... as she is. Right? Anne didn't know, and she was too embarrassed to ask. Fortunately, just at that moment another idea came to her. She got up and started pulling her desk chair over to the bed. "What if you sit like this?" Anne demonstrated by sitting backward in the chair so that her back was exposed.

Valerie saw that this would put her at an equal height to the bed, giving Anne good access to massage her whole back. "That could work," she agreed and got up from the floor as Anne sat back down on the edge of the bed. Valerie moved to straddle the chair, then backed it up close to the bed so that Anne wouldn't need to lean forward. It was comfortable enough, but Valerie found that she had to hike the skirt to her thighs and spread her legs far apart to straddle the chair. Thankfully Anne was behind her, so it wasn't a big deal. "Can you reach?" Almost immediately she felt Anne's hands contact her shoulders and start to slide down to her upper back.

"I think so," Anne said, her hands already sensing the tension just below Valerie's shoulders.

"Thanks Anne. I don't think anyone's ever massaged my back before."

Anne smiled, focusing on her technique as she moved her hands methodically down the muscle groups in Valerie's back, rubbing through the thin material of Valerie's shirt. "I definitely feel something here," muttered Anne as her fingers moved in circles along Valerie's shoulder blades. "Is this working?"

"Oh yeah. I can already feel the difference." Valerie realized she hadn't even noticed how much tension she had been holding in those muscles. All because my boobs are so big now. I really hope they don't get any bigger... I've heard it can cause real back pain. I do love that they look great in basically everything I wear though. I wonder what they would look like in a push-up. This thought reminded her of another tidbit to share with Anne. "Did you hear about Trisha and Professor Carson?" she asked.

"Huh? No! What happened?" Anne replied excitedly. This sounded juicy. Trisha was a sophomore in their biology class who seemed to enjoy dressing to show off skin. Especially cleavage, which she had in abundance. It was difficult for anyone -- including, Anne assumed, their teacher -- not to notice.

Valerie smiled and related the story as she had heard it. "Someone saw her in his office yesterday. Supposedly she had a few buttons undone on her top and was leaning over his desk, asking about something from the lecture."

Anne's lips curved upward in amusement and she pressed her thumbs gently along Valerie's mid back. "What did he do?"

"I didn't hear what happened next. But I'm sure he wasn't complaining."

Both girls began giggling as Anne said "Maybe he was so focused on answering her question that he didn't even notice."

"I wonder..." said Valerie, and she got up from the chair, surprising Anne. Making her way to the full-length mirror beside Katie's bed, Valerie unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt. She threw a mischievous grin back at Anne and said "Just going to check something..."

Confused, Anne watched as Valerie stood in front of the mirror and leaned forward examining the reflection from a few different angles. From her position on the bed Anne's view of the mirror was blocked by Valerie's body. But her confusion disappeared as soon as Valerie spoke.

"Pretty sure he noticed!" Valerie declared, her voice bright with amusement as she studied her reflection. The top of the shirt hung open, exposing the top edge of her new D-cup bra and making her large breasts look like they were spilling out. Curious, Valerie grabbed her elbows and squeezed her arms together to see the effect. And the effect was impressive. Pushed together in this position, her breasts formed a deep valley of cleavage. Valerie didn't know for sure what size Trisha's were, but she guessed they were D's like hers. There was no denying it: whatever the reason, Trisha had given their professor one hell of a view.

When Anne realized what Valerie was doing, she burst into laughter and brought her hands to her cheeks. "Oh my god, Val!"

"Oh yeah... he noticed. And I bet he didn't even hear what Trish was asking about!" Valerie straightened and turned back around to face Anne, a wide grin covering her face. Stifling a giggle, Valerie said "Wanna switch and I'll get your back?"

"Sure!" Anne agreed, and quickly straddled the chair.

Valerie took her spot on the edge of the bed, bouncing with renewed energy. It felt great that her antics had made Anne crack up laughing. And for a moment she even imagined herself tickling Anne's sides from this position, just to keep the laughter going. "Okay if I try something different?"

The question caught Anne off guard. What does she mean, different? Then she felt Valerie's palms make contact with her shirt just under her shoulder blades. Valerie's palms felt warm as if she had just rubbed them together. Slowly and steadily Valerie's palms slid down the back of her shirt, applying moderate pressure, until they reached Anne's low back. For some reason, this felt really good. "Wow!" Anne exclaimed. "Have I told you yet how good you are at this?"

"Actually..." Valerie replied, "this would work a lot better if you were lying down, like in the ad we saw."

Like in the ad we saw. Anne immediately recalled the sports massage advertisement. The woman receiving the massage had been wearing only a sports bra -- no shirt. Does she mean I should lie face down in just my sports bra? "Oh, uh, right," she muttered, turning around to face Valerie. It was then that Anne noticed that Val hadn't rebuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt. She must really be focusing on massage technique. Fortunately Valerie's chest was still fully covered -- as long as she didn't bend forward too far -- so Anne didn't feel compelled to mention it, which might be awkward.

Valerie stood and started pushing their nearly forgotten textbooks to the side. I know I could do a better job if her shirt weren't in the way. Would she feel weird about that? Should I ask her to--

"If we're going to do it right, I should take this off..." Anne grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt. She had decided that if Valerie was going to be serious about learning massage, a bit of modesty could be sacrificed to help. Volleyball practice often left Anne achy and stiff, and it would be a dream come true to have a skilled masseuse for a friend.

"Uh, yeah, sure if you don't mind. I think I can get your back a lot better that way." Valerie responded, turning away while Anne stripped off her shirt. She felt relieved that she hadn't had to ask directly, and excited that she would now be able to get a real feel for how to do this. She heard the mattress squeak and turned back around as Anne clambered onto the bed and lay face down with her golden hair pulled to one side.

The mattress felt soft and inviting beneath her, and Anne could already tell this was going to be a much better position than the chair had been. She turned her face to the side so that she could talk without being muffled. "Okay, let's see what those magic hands of yours can do!"

Valerie looked down on Anne's prone body. Her tight white yoga pants hinted at the kind of toned thighs and butt that took consistent dedication to achieve. Her back and arms were bare except for the straps of the white sports bra.

Valerie rubbed her hands together briefly to make sure they weren't cold, and lowered them toward Anne's back. At the instant before her hands made contact she suddenly felt nervous. But she forced herself to keep going. Her palms felt the smooth surface of Anne's skin, just below the strap of the sports bra. I can do this. She started slowly, like before, with small thumb circles.

For a moment, as Valerie focused on her hand movements, the only sound was the soft ambient music from the computer speakers. It suddenly felt too quiet to Anne, and she spoke the first thing to come into her mind. "So... have you learned anything more about Alyssa?"

Both girls thought of Valerie's roommate as something of a mystery. She appeared to be into alternative fashion -- adopting a distinctive goth look, with dyed black hair and dark lipstick. And she kept to herself, rarely interacting with anyone else.

Valerie hesitated a moment before responding, moved her hands and thumbs outward slightly, then resumed the same tentative thumb circles. "Oh, um, not really. She just seems to spend most of her time on her computer. We haven't talked much."

"That's too bad. That you haven't talked much I mean. It's just... she seems like she'd be... kind of an interesting person to get to know. Y'know what I mean?" Anne realized she was babbling just to keep the conversation rolling. However, Valerie was uncharacteristically quiet. "What you're doing there would feel good on my lower back, I think?" Anne suggested, and felt Valerie's hands slide down and begin to feel for knots.

"There?"

"Yeah, anywhere around there is fine. Thanks."

Gradually Valerie began to incorporate more varied movements, putting both hands together and rolling them along one side of Anne's back, then the other side. Her self-consciousness was fading a bit, and she was getting back into the flow of the massage. As her hands started to come near the waistband of Anne's yoga pants a thought popped into her head. "What about your teammates? Any fun drama there?"

Anne shifted slightly on the bed. "Oh, you're not going to believe this. Lacey and Trina have been staying behind after practice with Coach McKinley. They're acting really secretive about it, but people have noticed. We think there's something going on."

Valerie blinked and paused her hand motions, her concentration broken by this unexpected revelation. "Whoa! You mean like..."

"Like they're working on more than just their serves," Anne confirmed, and they both giggled.

As Valerie resumed her hand motions, she shook her head to try to focus. Her eyes were pointed straight down at Anne's back, but she wasn't seeing Anne. She was picturing Anne's two teammates in the locker room with their middle-aged female coach. It seemed like something out of a cheesy porn video. Her palms had begun to drift outward in slow, exploratory circles, then downward toward the top of Anne's butt, finding the attachments of the large gluteal muscles.

Anne sensed the shift. It felt as if Valerie was allowing her intuition to take over and guide her hands. The feeling was exquisite. This must be what a professional massage feels like. Lulled by the soft backdrop of music and Valerie's hands, all of Anne's concerns receded into the distance.

Chapter 2 - Game Night

Room 9, fourth floor

8:03 PM

Perched on the edge of her desk, Amy swung her legs back and forth beneath her as she spoke. The movement caused her long blonde ponytail to sway slightly. With characteristic energy and enthusiasm, Amy was relating to her friends the chaotic events of that afternoon's stunt session. The blue of her jogging shirt matched her eyes, and her shorts rode up on her long legs as they swung, showing off her toned thighs.

"...then she just face-planted right into the mascot's butt!"

The room erupted into laughter.

Leslie almost fell on her side, but caught herself. She was laying propped up on one elbow on Amy's bed, with her favorite pajamas -- full length, button-down, in plum colored silk -- hugging her generous curves and contrasting with the bright red waves of her hair. "Oh god, poor Jess!" she said, shaking her head.

Sophia had to wipe tears from her eyes as she continued to giggle. She sat on the rug in the center of the room, with a sketchbook in her lap. Her dark brown hair just grazed the shoulders of her faded black Dark Side of the Moon t-shirt. The old shirt, her preferred sleepwear, was several sizes too large for her small frame and reached half way down the smooth, olive skin of her thighs. "No one was hurt were they?" Her soft voice was barely audible.

"Not unless you count the pain of holding in our giggles for the rest of the practice," Amy answered.

All three girls were in their senior year at the college, living on the fourth floor of the girls' dorm. Amy was a member of the school's cheerleading squad, and her peppy, outgoing personality along with her natural athletic talent had earned her the respect of her squadmates.

Leslie had been Amy's dorm roommate in their freshman year. As a communications major, Leslie didn't have any classes in common with Amy. But the two roommates had found that they both harbored a strong competitive drive. And what had begun as a bit of good-natured roommate rivalry had, over time, evolved into a lasting friendship.

Sophia was an art major, and had been introduced to the group by Amy's current roommate, Danielle. Though Sophia was naturally quiet and introverted, Amy's perpetual cheer and Leslie's candor had gradually brought her out of her shell and revealed a playful side of her personality. After discovering that they all shared a love for party games -- Amy and Leslie for the competitive aspect, and Sophia for the creativity -- the formation of a weekly game night had been inevitable.

Since game nights often ran late, Leslie and Sophia had adopted the practice of attending dressed for bed, so that afterward, when they returned to their respective rooms, they could slip into bed without disturbing their roommates. Danielle was also an occasional participant, but she was elsewhere tonight, leaving the room and the fun to Amy, Leslie, and Sophia.

".. and then he said it was aggressively moody. What does that even mean?" Sophia was looking down at her socks and complaining about her drawing professor. She was feeling a little sensitive about the reaction her chiaroscuro had received that day.

"What's wrong with moody? Isn't the point of art to elicit an emotion?" Leslie offered.

Amy stuck her leg out and bumped Sophia's knee with her foot playfully. "That's right! If it made him feel uncomfortable, that sounds like good art to me."

Sophia looked up through her long bangs at Amy and cracked a smile. "Maybe you're right," she said.

Amy returned Sophia's smile with a quick head nod and then turned to Leslie. "What about your day, Les?"

"Eh, not bad, but I've gotta stop going to the campus cafe. It used to have a good atmosphere and I could focus on writing. But the guys that hang out there lately... they don't even bother to hide that they're staring. It was so uncomfortable I couldn't get any work done. Had to bail."

Sophia frowned, picturing the scene. Leslie didn't dress to attract attention, but with her looks she could hardly avoid it. Her fair complexion, complete with freckles, red hair, and striking hazel eyes were already enough to make other girls jealous. But her chest was where the gazes tended to linger. Leslie's large breasts, made to appear even larger by her shorter than average height, were the stuff of every teenage male's dreams. It was honestly hard not to envy them, Sophia thought, looking down at her own chest. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath her oversized t-shirt, because there was no need.

"Pfft, as if you're getting any sympathy for that." Amy teased her friend. "Poor Leslie, drowning in male attention. Maybe you should wear a burlap sack."

Leslie scoffed at Amy's comment and threw a pillow in her direction which Amy deftly batted away.

"Even that probably wouldn't be enough," muttered Sophia. While the other girls laughed at that, she flipped open her sketchbook and started doodling.

As the giggles subsided, Leslie flopped back dramatically onto the bed. "Okay, okay, so what are we playing tonight? We need something new. Card games have gotten kind of old, and we've played truth or dare so many times we've run out of truths and dares. And it's demoralizing how Amy always wins at Mario Kart."

"Hey I can't help it if I'm awesome," Amy replied. "But... yeah I know what you mean. Maybe we should look online for some new ideas."

Looking down at her sketchbook, a thought occurred to Sophia. Something about the way Leslie had reacted to Amy's teasing just now was giving her an idea. Could they make a game out of that? Automatically, her mind started putting the pieces together. "I have an idea," she said quietly.

Leslie propped herself up on her elbow again so that she could hear Sophia better.

Speaking to the floor, Sophia continued, "It's like... a contest of wills."

Amy's legs stopped swinging. She leaned forward.

Leslie narrowed her eyes. "Go on," she urged.

Sophia looked up and her dark eyes met Leslie's, while her fingers continued to trace the edge of her sketchbook. "I'm just making this up as I go, but... what if we take turns trying to get a reaction out of each other... you know, taunting... teasing..."

Leslie and Amy glanced at each other, identical grins forming on their faces, then looked back at Sophia.

The idea was building momentum in her head. Sophia spoke as if working out the concept aloud to herself. "Yeah... so the idea is that when you're being teased you have to remain frozen -- totally still -- and not make any noise, for a full minute, while the uhh... Teaser... can... say anything or do anything... except touch you."

"Oh my god, I love it already!" Amy exclaimed, and started swinging her legs again.

Emboldened by this reaction, Sophia looked up at Amy and saw the excitement on her face. Her voice grew louder and more steady as she continued, "If you can last the full minute without moving or making a sound you win that turn. And you get to choose who gets teased in the next turn. But if the Teaser wins, then they get to choose who gets teased in the next turn."

A spark of competitive spirit stirred in Leslie. "How do we decide who gets to be the Teaser?"

Sophia tilted her head thoughtfully. "Teaser can follow a set rotation. We'll use that app on Amy's phone that picks a random turn order. And we can use my phone for the minute timer."

Amy's grin widened. "Sophia, you're a genius! We can call it... Freeze and Tease!"

Sophia's face lit up. "That's perfect!".

Leslie clapped her hands together. "Oh, I'm so in. You two are going down!" she declared.

"Bring it!" Amy replied, as she sprung down from the desk and grabbed her phone. After a few seconds of rapid tapping, Amy showed Leslie the random turn order that the app had generated. "Leslie first, then Sophia, then me," she announced. "So we're clear on the rules? No noise or movement for a full minute, and the Teaser can do anything except touch?" Everyone nodded.

Sophia sat up straight. "Since Leslie is the first Teaser, she gets to choose who to tease." She picked up her phone and launched the timer app.

Leslie sat up on the bed with a mischievous grin. Light reflected off her silk pajama shirt as she moved. "Alright, you brought this on yourself, Soph. So freeze!"

Sophia held her phone out to Amy, who took it and tapped the button to start the timer. The room fell quiet.

Leslie slid off the bed and crouched down in front of Sophia until she was eye-level with her friend. "How's it going Soph?" Leslie began. Her red hair fell forward as she leaned in closer. "I wonder what you're sketching in that book of yours. Is it... pretty sunsets? Flowers? I don't think so."

Sophia remained still, hands on her knees. Her dark eyes stayed fixed on Leslie's face, giving nothing away.

Leslie smiled. "You like to act all quiet and innocent but... what was that your professor said? Oh yeah, aggressively moody. I think there are some hidden depths there..."

Amy glanced at the timer. Forty seconds remained.

Leslie lowered her voice and tilted her head slightly. "Maybe some... twisted fantasies?" Amy stifled a giggle.

What? Sophia could feel her willpower weakening. Do they know that I think about sex all the time? Even though I don't talk about it... can they somehow tell?

Leslie picked up the pace. "Sixty seconds is a long time to stay still, Soph, especially when your mind is probably racing... wondering what I'll say next... wondering what Amy over there is thinking about you... wondering if anyone can hear how fast your heart is beating right... now..."

Sophia's jaw clenched almost imperceptibly.

With fifteen seconds left, Leslie leaned in even closer, determined to make Sophia crack. "Wondering if we know what you're thinking while you draw those nude models in class!"

This did it. Sophia visibly grimaced and clenched her eyes shut. Her cheeks started turning a deep red.

Leslie backed away and laughed delightedly. "Oh boy that look on your face. I love this game!" she exclaimed triumphantly.

Inwardly Sophia felt relief. Leslie hadn't meant any of that, she was just trying to win. "You're evil," Sophia murmured, but the corner of her mouth raised up in a half smile as she shook her head. She should have known Leslie wouldn't go easy on her, even for the first turn.

"It was close," Amy said, taking a seat on the edge of her bed. "Just nine seconds left on the timer."

Grabbing Sophia's phone from the desk, Leslie turned to Sophia and asked "Ready for your turn?"

Sophia took a deep breath and nodded.

Leslie said "Alright, let's see what you've got, Ames. Freeze!"

Amy folded her arms across her chest in a look of defiance and froze in place on the edge of the bed. Sophia climbed up and sat on the bed behind Amy. Leslie started the timer.

Rather than lock eyes with Amy, as Leslie had just done to her, Sophia spoke directly to the back of Amy's head. Whether this was some kind of psychological tactic or Sophia simply preferred to avoid eye contact Amy didn't know. Sophia's voice came out soft but steady.

"You're always moving... aren't you Amy? Always cheering... and jogging... and bouncing around... it must feel... uncomfortable to be so still. Like a statue... a rigid... inflexible... tense... bubbly little statue!"

Amy's smile wavered slightly, but she remained frozen in place, arms crossed tightly in front of her. Come on... I can do this. Just hold still for sixty seconds.

Sophia's voice deepened, taking on an almost hypnotic quality. "Sixty seconds must feel like an eternity when you can't... move... a single... muscle... All that energy... bottled up..." She tilted her head, as if studying Amy's ponytail intensely. "I bet it feels like... ants... crawling under your skin. Wanting to jump... shout... do anything! But you can't."

Amy could almost feel the ants crawling on her as Sophia described it. Ugh! Hearing her voice back there without being able to see her is freaking me out! Just then a spot on Amy's face started to itch. Damn it!

Sophia threw a glance at Leslie who was watching in amusement, then shifted her entire demeanor. In a comically high-pitched voice she exclaimed dramatically "Oh no, Jess, watch out!"

This surprise attack took Amy completely off guard, immediately bringing to mind that afternoon's hilarious incident with Jess and the mascot. Amy doubled over bursting into laughter.

Leslie laughed too as she stopped the timer. "Damn Soph, nice one!"

Sophia hopped off the bed and sat back down on the floor wearing a satisfied smile.

Amy stood up and stretched, then wiped tears from her eyes. "Wow that was sneaky," she managed to say in between giggles.

Sophia reached out and Leslie handed her the phone.

"My turn my turn!" Amy hopped up and down, causing a visible bounce of her medium-sized sports bra beneath her thin blue jogging shirt. Leslie sat back down on the bed, trying to anticipate what was coming.

"Get comfortable," Sophia said to Leslie, "because it's your turn to... freeze! Get her, Amy!" and she tapped on the screen of her phone to start the timer.

Amy started pacing back and forth in front of the bed. "Leslie, Leslie, Leslie..." she began, in a somber tone. "Winning is so important to you, isn't it?" Back and forth she paced across Leslie's field of vision. Back... and forth. "Remember that time we played Monopoly and you accused me of cheating when I got Park Place?" She paused to let the memory play in Leslie's mind. "Or how about all those times that you came in... last place... in Mario Kart? That must have been soooo painful for you..." Amy knew she was hitting a nerve, but Leslie was doing a good job of hiding it.

Leslie struggled to keep her face a mask of determination. Don't let her win. Look straight ahead and be prepared in case she does something sudden like Sophia did.

Amy sped up her steps as she continued pacing back and forth. "Even now I'm sure you're thinking you're going to sit there completely frozen and win this turn no matter what. Right?" Then suddenly Amy stopped pacing right in front of Leslie. She bent down and lowered her voice. "But what if you flinch? What if you flinch right now! Then you would lose.... just... like... that!" Amy said with a sharp snap of her fingers.

Leslie didn't so much as blink.

Amy pressed on, acutely aware that her time was running out. "There are so many things your body might do involuntarily that would cause you to lose, Les! What if your eyes were to suddenly dart over to Sophia over there?" She gestured subtly with her chin toward where Sophia sat observing. "Or if your throat gets dry and you have to swallow. I bet your throat is pretty dry right now, isn't it?"

Leslie tensed her lips in an effort to keep herself from swallowing. Her eyes never moved from their fixed point.

Approaching the end of the timer, Amy threw out one last desperate gamble. "Or if you had to sneeze!"

But Leslie didn't sneeze. She remained perfectly still as the timer reached zero and beeped loudly.

Amy groaned and flopped face down onto the bed beside Leslie. Her words came out muffled by the comforter. "Good job."

Leslie let out a deep sigh and flopped backward. "Thanks. You were making me so nervous with that pacing. Whew!" Then she sat back up, as if hit by a sudden thought. "Wait, it's my turn again! And since I won I get to put you back in the hot seat," she declared, leveling a malicious grin at Amy's back. "And I know just what to do."

Amy slid off the bed and perched herself onto her desk. Maybe up here I can avoid eye contact.

Leslie stood, glanced at Sophia who had the timer app ready, and told Amy to freeze. Sophia started the sixty second timer.

Leslie stood directly in front of Amy, looking up at her, and used a low, accusatory tone. "You like performing for everyone, don't you Amy? Doing those cheers. With all those eyes on you... in that... tight... little... cheerleading uniform."

Sophia's eyes widened slightly as she listened. Whoa, did she really just say that?

Leslie's gaze traveled downward. "It's so... restrictive... isn't it? That uniform... So tight... holding every... thing... in... place..."

Amy tightened her grip on the edge of the desk. Shit! It's backfired. She's eye level with my chest. Is she... looking?

For a few seconds, Leslie just stared silently right at Amy's heaving chest, allowing the awkward tension to build. Then she spoke. "Even now... that sports bra... it's too tight, isn't it?"

Amy inhaled sharply, but she didn't move. Is she just going to stand there staring at them? It's so embarrassing, I just want to cover up. Is this because I made fun of her for complaining about being stared at?

Sophia's mouth was wide. This was getting intense. She felt thankful that it was Amy up there and not her. But she knew that eventually, if they kept playing, it would be her. She glanced at the timer. Twenty seconds left. Leslie's next words were so quiet that Sophia had to strain to hear them.

"Tell me something, Ames. What do you think is the real reason why your uniforms are so tight? When you're doing those cheer routines... what do you think all... those... eyes... are looking at? What do you think they really... want... to see?"

A blush began spreading up Amy's neck, creeping into her cheeks. Her nostrils flared slightly as she tried to maintain control, but as the meaning of Leslie's words sank in, she felt the hair on her neck rise, followed by a shiver up her spine which shook her entire body.

This time Leslie didn't laugh. She just whispered "Uncomfortable, isn't it?" then stepped away from the desk with a satisfied smirk on her face.

Amy brought her knees up to her chest and curled up into a ball, balanced on the top of the desk. "Just wait until my next turn. I'll show you uncomfortable."

Sophia sat up straight, impressed by Leslie's performance, and mumbled "That was... wow..."

Leslie bowed grandly in Sophia's direction, then held out her hand to take the phone.

Sophia stood and nervously handed the phone to Leslie. It's my turn next. And if I want to have any chance of winning, I somehow have to top what Leslie just did.

"Okay, Soph. Time to get her while she's vulnerable," Leslie declared.

"Do your worst. I'm not going down twice in a row!" Amy challenged. Her blush had mostly receded, and her legs were swinging below the desk again.

"We'll see about that. Freeze!" Leslie said to Amy and tapped the phone to start the timer. Amy stopped swinging her legs and sat still.

"Uh oh... you have to freeze again so soon," Sophia began, adopting the same hypnotic tone she had used during her last turn. "And with what Leslie just said still fresh on your mind... about people watching you while you... perform... for their eyes... in your... tight... little... form-fitting... uniform. And everyone watching you... just imagining what's... underneath it." God I can't believe I'm saying this out loud to Amy!

Amy's breathing quickened slightly, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk again.

Sophia switched her tone to something more conversational -- almost clinical. "And what is underneath it, Amy? Like Leslie said, I have sketched bodies in life-drawing class." She paused, studying Amy's face. "And I can tell yours is...powerful. Is that what you want people to see? When you perform? Do you want them to see that... powerful body?"

Sophia thought she saw Amy's face twitch briefly, but wasn't sure. This must be having an effect on her. Pretty soon even I'm going to be blushing.

"But you can't perform now, can you? All you can do is sit here... looking... ridiculous. I bet Danielle would laugh if she saw you like this... or what if the whole cheer squad saw you? Pinned like a helpless butterfly by quiet... little... Sophia."

Amy's jaw worked slightly, as if she was grinding her teeth, but she remained frozen.

Sophia knew she only had a few seconds left, but she couldn't think of something to say quickly enough. When the timer beeped, Amy exhaled sharply, her entire body seeming to deflate with relief.

"You almost had me, Soph!" Amy said, shaking her head but grinning despite herself. "But since you didn't..." Amy fixed Leslie with a predatory look. "...I get to enjoy some payback."

Sophia thought this was the most intensity she'd heard in Amy's voice all evening. Carefully, she took the phone from Leslie and backed away to give them room.

Leslie started to turn toward the bed but Amy wasn't going to let her sit. "Freeze!" she ordered, her blue eyes fierce with restrained energy. Leslie had no choice but to remain standing in the middle of the room.

Sophia started the timer and watched with growing anticipation as Amy began to circle Leslie like a hunter stalking prey. Amy's movements were slow and deliberate, displaying a total lack of concern for the time ticking away. After a full fifteen seconds had passed, Amy finally stopped directly in front of Leslie. Her voice, when she spoke, wasn't what Sophia was expecting. It was a voice none of them had used yet. The tone was sultry -- seductive.

"Those silk pajamas, Les? So thin. And no bra? Of course not. Why hide perfection?" Amy's eyes traveled slowly over Leslie's figure, taking in every detail. "Those guys at the cafe today... what exactly were they staring at, Les?"

Leslie held her breath, frozen in place. She was dreading what Amy might say next. But part of her was also curious where Amy was going with this.

Amy's voice didn't waver. "You say people want to see what's under my uniform? Ha! Are you kidding me? Those guys would pay money to see you like this right now... just that thin layer of silk hiding you from them." She paused, letting the words sink in. "But that silk doesn't hide much, does it? If your... nipples... were to get hard... we'd be able to tell, wouldn't we?"

A crimson flush bloomed across Leslie's fair complexion. Sophia's jaw dropped open.

"It's getting hot in here, isn't it? You look... flushed," Amy observed, her voice dropping to barely above a whisper.

With only seconds left on the timer, Amy raised her finger slowly, extending it toward Leslie's chest. "Oh, I think I might see something right... there..."

Her finger hovered just above the silk surface -- at a place where the fabric protruded ever so slightly from the swell of Leslie's chest.

Leslie's composure shattered. She flinched backward, her body recoiling from Amy's near-touch. A deep blush flooded her face and neck. Sophia stopped the timer with one second remaining.

Amy twirled around in a circle then made a victory pose. "And that, girls, is how it's done," she declared to the room.

Leslie covered her face with her hands, laughing despite her embarrassment. "You are so bad!" she managed to say into her hands.

Sophia just stared at Amy in awe. And when Amy burst into a fit of giggles, Sophia joined her.

"This is fun but we need more people," Amy said finally.

"You're right... it's going to get too repetitive with just the three of us," Sophia agreed.

Leslie's blush was finally fading. She looked at Amy and asked "Should we invite someone else to come over?"

Amy thought about who they might invite. She had hung out with her neighbors a couple of times. They seemed pretty fun. "Let's see if Sabrina and Nikki are in," she said, pointing her thumb toward the wall on Danielle's side of the room.

The girls exchanged confirmatory glances. Seeing that there were no objections, Amy led the way out into the hallway with Leslie and Sophia trailing behind her.

Chapter 3 - Clothing Optional

Room 6, first floor

8:25 PM

Just as Anne was sinking into the depths of relaxation, with her friend's hands still moving gently across her back, Valerie's voice came out hesitant and small.

"So... you know earlier when you asked about Alyssa... well I didn't tell you everything."

What? This roused Anne back to attention. "Come on, spill it! Don't leave out any detail!" She wiggled her back to encourage Valerie to continue.

Ever since the topic of her roommate had come up, Valerie had been unable to get the thought out of her head. It was something she had been keeping to herself and she needed to get it off her chest. Her hands stopped moving and she took a deep breath, steeling herself. Then she blurted it out. "I think Alyssa is taking pictures of herself and posting them online!"

Anne's eyes widened. "What... kind of pictures?" Valerie didn't answer. "You mean like... naughty pictures?"

Valerie uttered something that sounded like an affirmative noise.

Anne flipped around onto her back and sat up. The massage could wait. "Oh my god, how do you know?" she squealed, her curiosity completely piqued now.

Valerie took another shaky breath and began to explain. "Well, a few days ago Alyssa had to leave the room suddenly -- said she left something in the lecture hall. But while she was gone, I noticed she'd left her computer on, showing a folder called To Upload. I couldn't help myself... I opened one of the photos."

Anne could hear the guilt in her friend's voice and immediately understood why Valerie had been so embarrassed to share this story initially. "It's natural to be curious. Anyone would have looked." Hearing her own words, they didn't sound as convincing as she had intended. She tried again. "If it makes you feel any better," she continued, filling her voice with sincerity, "I have to know what was in that picture you opened."

"Really?" Valerie sounded unsure. "No judgement?"

Anne smiled and poked Valerie's arm playfully. "Tell me!"

"Okay..." Spurred on by Anne's insistence, Valerie's nervousness faded. "How do I describe it..." Valerie began. "She was laying on her bed and the camera was over there... Never mind, let me just show you."

Valerie's skirt rustled as she took a few steps away from the bed. "Stand here," she said. Anne hopped out of the bed and stood where Valerie positioned her. "Now crouch down, the camera was lower." Anne crouched, giving her a low, side view of the bed.

Valerie took off her glasses, set them on the desk, and laid stomach down on the bed, turning her face to look directly at Anne. She put her hands behind her back as if her wrists were tied together. Then she bent her knees and raised her feet into the air as if her ankles were bound as well.

Anne was stunned, her eyes going wide. "And she was..." she whispered, hesitating to finish the sentence.

"Naked," Valerie confirmed. "Completely."

Anne's eyes traveled the length of Valerie's body as she lay there, taking in the position. There was no doubt about what it was meant to look like. "Were her... wrists and ankles... tied?" Anne asked.

"I couldn't tell. But, probably not, right? How would she manage to tie herself like that?"

"Right..." Anne muttered, noticing the outline of Valerie's figure. Even covered by her skirt, the round curve of her butt was prominent, emphasized by the slight arch in her back. Anne found herself imagining Alyssa in this pose - her long black hair contrasting with the white skin of her back. A pleading expression on her face as she looked directly into the camera.

Valerie released the pose, then sat up on the bed. This helped Anne to regain her composure. She exhaled slowly and said, "Wow. It must be kinda difficult not to picture that every time you see her."

Valerie nodded, clearly a little embarrassed. She took her glasses from the desk and put them back on.

"At least it wasn't, like... explicit," Anne said.

"Huh?"

"I mean, even though she was... naked... it looked like because of the side angle... and because she was face down on the bed... she wasn't actually... exposed. Right?"

"Oh," Valerie replied. "Yeah you're right..." Valerie hesitated, then added "But..."

"But what?"

"Well, there were a bunch of other photos in that folder."

"Did you look at them!?" The question came out louder than Anne intended. "Sorry," she chuckled and tried again in a calmer voice. "Did you look at them?"

"No, no I was freaked out! I just... closed the photo and went out to get some lunch. I didn't want her to get back and see that I'd been there alone with that folder up on her computer."

"So you think the other photos might be... more...?"

"I think it would be naive to assume that they're not," Valerie answered. Then they both fell silent.

Anne's mind raced. Did Alyssa really have a whole folder on her computer full of racy photos? How wild did the photos get? And where was she uploading them? Did she have one of those sites where people could pay to see them? And was she into... that? Being tied up? Her curiosity became overwhelming, but then the sound of Valerie's voice pulled her back out of her head.

"Do you want to... get back to studying?"

"Oh yeah... we should..." Anne replied half-heartedly. She realized the study music was still playing in the background. She had completely tuned it out. She sat back on the bed. How was she going to study with everything they had talked about tonight flying around in her brain? Alyssa's photos... her own volleyball coach's affair with her teammates... Marissa's art class... A sudden realization hit Anne. Marissa's art class. Seniors modeling naked. Why didn't I think of it before?

Valerie watched Anne twirl a strand of blonde hair in her fingers. She knew that they should study, but she was enjoying this time spent sharing their secrets with each other. It felt really good to finally unload the burden of guilt over looking at Alyssa's photo. And Anne was so supportive. She felt like they were becoming closer friends. So she stayed quiet while she watched the gears turn in Anne's head. She noticed Anne seemed oblivious to the fact that she was still shirtless from her back massage, and Valerie admired the flat stomach visible below Anne's sports bra. I wonder if my stomach would look like that if I did pilates. As Valerie was about to ask if Anne would help her try pilates some time, Anne muttered a name.

"Danielle..."

"Huh?" Valerie prompted.

Anne looked at Valerie. "Danielle. Amy's roommate, remember?"

Valerie had met Anne's older sister Amy on a few occasions -- had even seen her cheer at a basketball game once. She remembered once meeting Amy's roommate as well. Danielle had been tall, like a model, with dark skin and curly hair. But Valerie didn't know anything else about her. "Yeah, I remember. What about her?"

"She's an art major."

Valerie didn't know what Anne was getting at.

"A senior. Art major."

Valerie's eyebrows shot up as the connection clicked into place in her mind. The story Anne had told her about Marissa's art class. A few seniors were posing nude for drawings. Was Danielle...? "You don't think she's one of the--"

"I don't know! It just occurred to me! I don't know her very well, but the more I think about it... I could maybe see her doing something like that," Anne exclaimed.

"She certainly has the body for it, if I remember right..." In her mind, Valerie was back in the art classroom she had imagined earlier. Again she was sitting at a desk looking at the model at the front of the class. But now the model had a face. Danielle's face. And Danielle's body -- what Valerie imagined it to look like. The whole class was drawing her. Studying every detail so that they could reproduce it on paper. How intense that would be! The feeling of all those eyes on her flesh. Not being able to move or cover up. Every feature, every imperfection, bared for the room to devour. Valerie felt the tingly warmth spread through her abdomen again.

"Can you even imagine?" Anne said, interrupting Valerie's reverie.

"Huh?"

"Can you imagine doing something like that?"

"Oh... no..." Valerie replied. "No way. I'd be way too self-conscious."

"Self conscious? Come on, you've got a great body!" Anne objected. "Actually, I think you'd be a good model for an art class. You know... ideal female form or... whatever..." Her words trailed off. She'd intended it as a compliment, but as she was saying it she thought it sounded dumb and wished she could take it back.

Valerie looked down at Anne's body again. Look who's talking, Miss Blue Eyed Blonde With the Perfect Golden Tan and Flat Stomach. Valerie was about to issue a retort to this effect when a loud DING from Anne's phone on her desk alerted her to an incoming message.

Anne reached for her phone and checked the notification.

Valerie noticed Anne's eyebrow raise and asked "What is it?"

"Melanie left me a voice message," Anne answered.

Valerie knew Melanie. Everyone on the freshman floor knew Melanie. For one thing, you could hardly miss her. She wore her black hair in a high puff of curls, with the ends dyed in pinks and oranges -- it was a bold statement and she managed to pull it off. But more importantly, Melanie was extremely sociable, and had one of those rare magnetic personalities that drew people to her. She always acted genuine, no matter who she was with, and never kept secrets from anyone. This last fact seemed like it might be particularly relevant at the moment, Valerie thought, as she locked eyes with Anne.

"Hey Anne," Melanie's voice issued from the small phone speaker, "You're not going to believe this. Julie -- you know, my roommate? -- she's pledging for Kappa Beta Gamma, and there's this initiation ceremony tonight. She just told me about it. Get this -- it involves the pledges doing... sex stuff... with each other! I know, right? Julie said they made them do these, like, intimate challenges to prove they're serious about sisterhood. She said Katie was there too. Katie's your roommate, right? See if you can find out more details from her, okay? Bye!"

Behind her glasses, Valerie's eyes were wide with disbelief. The two girls just sat staring at each other as the implications of the message hung in the air between them.

The pledges. Doing sex stuff. With each other. That's what Melanie had said. And she had heard it straight from Julie, who was there. Valerie fiddled with a button on her shirt as her imagination stirred once more. She didn't know Julie well -- the straight-laced Korean girl who lived with Melanie in room 23. But she knew Anne's roommate, Katie. Katie was a party girl with few inhibitions. There was no telling what lengths she would go to if she were determined to get into that sorority. Valerie had no idea what the sorority house even looked like, but her imagination, primed from recent events, supplied a scene. A large, ornate room meant for conducting ceremonies. Dim lighting. Several pledges standing in a circle with sorority sisters watching them. The pledges made to pair up in the center of the circle two by two, for everyone to watch.

Anne was staring blankly at Katie's side of the room. Intimate challenges? What did that mean? The phrase was so vague. It could mean anything from... kissing... to... touching... to... more than that. Or had Julie simply made the whole thing up? Anne knew that Katie would tell her when she got back. Her curiosity would just have to wait until then. Suddenly Anne felt very warm. Even though she was only wearing yoga pants and a sports bra, she felt like she was about to sweat -- as though she'd just finished a pilates routine.

"Can that really be true?" Valerie asked, in a hushed voice barely loud enough to hear over the ambient study music still playing from Anne's computer.

"I was just wondering the same thing. If it is... I think Katie would do it."

"That's what I thought too," Valerie agreed.

"But what I want to know is--"

"What it is?" Valerie interjected.

"Exactly," Anne replied. "As soon as she gets back I'm going to make her spill the details." She looked back and saw Valerie smile and nod.

At that moment, the background music stopped mid-song, and both girls noticed. Glancing at the computer screen, they both saw that another sports massage advertisement had interrupted the music. This one was different. The woman on the massage table was lying face up. She appeared to be naked except for towels covering her groin and breasts, giving the masseuse access to her thighs and upper chest. The hand technique looked different too -- more gentle than the motions the masseuse had applied to the back massage.

As soon as she saw it Valerie wanted to try it, to see if she could repeat her earlier success at imitating what she saw in the ad. Her thoughts came straight out of her mouth before she could stop them. "I wanna try that, can you lay down?"

Anne wasn't thinking either. Her brain had just absorbed too much new and startling information, and submitting to more of Valerie's calming finger therapy sounded wonderful. "Yeah, I---"

"Towels?" Valerie was rushing to get started so that she could copy the technique before the ad finished.

"Third drawer down," Anne replied. So, covered by only towels like in the ad? Anne wasn't sure if that's what Val meant. "You want me like in the video?" she asked.

Valerie was selecting bath towels from Anne's dresser drawer and answered automatically, thinking Anne was referring to lying face up. "Yeah."

Okay... if that's what she wants. I can trust Val to be careful. And I'm sure it'll feel great like it did last time. Anne covered herself with the bed's blanket and in one smooth practiced motion, slid her yoga pants and underwear down to her feet. Then she pulled her sports bra off over her head. The cool sheets and blanket felt wonderful against her skin, which was still feeling overheated from her reaction to the prior discussion.

Towels in hand, Valerie turned to find Anne under the blanket and realized what had happened. She thought I was asking her to wear just the towels! There was no time, the ad was going to end. She handed the towels to Anne and tried to hide her surprise. It only took Anne a moment to place the towels under the blanket, and then she pulled the blanket to the side.

Valerie struggled to look casual as the blanket was pulled aside revealing her friend's nearly naked body, covered only by two strategically placed bath towels. This is no time to be worried about that. Just act like a professional. Valerie looked over at the computer screen. The masseuse was rubbing just under the collar bone. "I'm going to start with your upper chest" she said, imagining that's what a professional masseuse might say, then bent forward and put both hands on Anne's body. Once hands were on skin, the act felt familiar and natural again, like it had earlier. She had no trouble mimicking the masseuse's movements, rolling her hands down to the edge of the towel and back up repeatedly. She saw Anne's eyes close and took that as an encouraging sign.

Just then the music abruptly resumed. Valerie glanced back at the screen and the ad was gone. She tried to recall the hand motions the masseuse was using, but her mind went blank. "Um, it just ended. Can you help me remember what she was doing?" Valerie asked, her voice betraying a hint of anxiety.

Anne's reply, in contrast, was slow and calm. Without even opening her eyes she said "What you're doing feels wonderful. Honestly Val, you seem to have great instincts for this. Just... follow your instincts."

Follow my instincts. Valerie took a deep breath, stopped trying to mimic the masseuse's motions, and started feeling. She felt the warmth of Anne's skin, and how it gave way to the pressure of her palms. If she listened, the muscles guided her. Her hands moved to the front of Anne's shoulders, then very slowly down her arms. Then back up to the shoulders. "Amazing..." she heard Anne say softly. Valerie felt elated. It's working. I can do this! "I'm going to move to your hips." She didn't think it. She just said it. And her hands followed.

Anne was reaching a nearly meditative state, lulled by the soft music and the magic Valerie was working with her hands. She was surprised at how little self-consciousness she felt, laid on the bed covered only by towels, in Valerie's presence. She felt as if she trusted Valerie completely. Anne wanted to communicate how she felt, but couldn't find the words. She opened her eyes and looked down to where she felt firm pressure being applied to her right hip. Valerie was bent forward over the bed. Anne couldn't help but see it. The two open buttons of Valerie's shirt were putting Valerie's sizable cleavage on full display, directly in Anne's line of vision.

Anne immediately closed her eyes, but it was too late. The meditative state was gone, replaced by a mixture of shame and curiosity. It was just an accident. And anyway my brain's still just hyperactive from earlier. I need to relax. Val is working hard on this and she's doing a great job. I should thank her by being respectful and keeping my stupid eyes closed. She knew this was true, but she still had to exert willpower to keep from looking. It wasn't often that Anne got a chance to see something like that, close up, and she was curious.

Just then a distant noise interrupted Anne's train of thought. Was it her imagination? No -- she heard it again.

Valerie was moving her hands to Anne's left hip when she heard Anne ask "Do you hear that?" Valerie stopped what she was doing and listened. "Hey computer, pause video," Anne said. The music stopped playing and the new sound became clear. From the other side of the wall came muffled noises -- rhythmic, and unmistakably intimate. The two girls froze as they came to the joint realization that they were hearing sex noises through the dorm wall.

Valerie's mind reeled. Seriously!? We were doing such a good job of not letting this situation get incredibly awkward and... this happens? Valerie stood and looked away toward the wall, hoping Anne didn't feel uncomfortable now. Quick, think of something. "Is that Cassandra's singing?" Valerie joked lamely.

Anne smiled at the joke and was able to answer with only a small trace of embarrassment. "No, Cassandra's on the other side. That's... Hannah and Erica. I guess one of them is getting lucky."

"Or both of them," Valerie muttered without even thinking.

Anne tried to remember if Hannah or Erica had a boyfriend, but she didn't know. That couldn't be... the two of them... together? Could it?

Valerie had no idea what to do in this situation. Unngh! Unngh! Unngh! The noise was getting louder. Luckily it seemed like Anne wasn't too embarrassed, but there was no way she could go back to the massage with that in the background. "Does this, um, happen often?" she asked, and Anne shook her head silently. Wait, is she... intentionally staying quiet... so she can hear it? Valerie stayed quiet for a moment. Unngh! Unngh! Unngh! Anne wasn't saying anything. Acting on her hunch, Valerie whispered "Do you want to...?" and gestured toward the wall.

"I just want to figure out who it is," Anne replied, not wanting to seem like some kind of voyeur. She would just put her ear to the wall for a minute, then she would give whoever it was their privacy. But as she started to get up Anne remembered her state of undress. "Can you, um... turn around?"

"Oh! Of course" Valerie said, blushing slightly as she turned away from the bed. She heard the sounds of the towels dropping and the squeak of the bed as Anne moved. She figured Anne was putting her ear against the wall, so she stayed quiet. The seconds dragged on, and Anne didn't speak. Valerie's curiosity got the best of her and she put her own ear against the wall, still facing away from Anne.

Kneeling on the bed with her ear and palms pressed against the wall, and completely naked, Anne listened to the rhythmic moans clearly audible from the adjacent room. The moans sounded incredibly sexy, but they weren't helping her to identify their owner. She saw Valerie put her ear against the wall, and it made her feel a little better about eavesdropping like this. Just then Anne heard someone speak. "Pull my hair," said the voice, unmistakably Erica's. "That was Erica," Anne whispered.

Valerie whispered back an acknowledgement, then added "Sounds like she really likes it." They both giggled. The situation was becoming a little less awkward, which was a relief to both girls.

They waited for another voice, something to suggest who was with Erica, but none came. Instead, they noticed another distinctive sound -- the wet, rhythmic slapping of pelvis against buttocks. Someone was getting pounded from behind. Without thinking, Anne whispered "Doggy?" Valerie whispered back her agreement, "Mhm."

Anne kept listening, expecting to hear another voice. But the rhythmic slapping just continued, uninterrupted. Anne's head was swimming. Her pulse quickened. Someone is over there fucking Erica and I can hear everything. Is this turning Val on as much as it's turning me on? Anne felt herself start to get wet. Her hand started involuntarily creeping downward.

Just then, the girls heard Erica's voice again. She sounded slightly out of breath. "Spank me again." The words were followed by a quiet smack.

At the sound, both Anne and Valerie gasped simultaneously and pulled their heads away from the wall. Instinctively, Valerie snapped her head around to see Anne's reaction to what they had just heard, totally forgetting that Anne was still naked.

"Sorry!" Valerie exclaimed, her hands flying up over her glasses to cover them. Her eyes clenched tightly shut. She hadn't meant to, but she'd just gotten a brief glimpse of Anne's body. She felt incredibly embarrassed. Why had she forgotten that Anne was naked? The full-frontal image lingered behind her closed eyes as she tried to figure out how to explain that she hadn't meant to look.

Anne rushed to defuse the awkwardness by grabbing the blanket and pulling it up to hide her body. "No no it's fine, not your fault, we were both surprised." It had happened so fast that Anne hadn't even realized it until she saw Valerie's reaction. And now that it was done, it seemed pointless to get upset over Valerie seeing her body just for an instant by mistake. She was more concerned about the incident creating awkwardness between them. She hoped if she didn't make a fuss out of it, they could just put it behind them. "Anyway, I'm covered up now," she said, indicating that it was safe for Valerie to uncover and open her eyes.

"Yeah, I, uh..." Valerie stuttered, still flustered. Then she realized something that made her forget her embarrassment. "Wait, listen... they stopped."

Anne listened for a moment and realized Valerie was right. The rhythmic sex sounds coming from beyond the wall had ceased, leaving the dorm room silent. Anne took the opportunity to try to ease the tension with some humor. "I... guess they've had enough."

"Lucky them," Valerie said, starting to giggle. "Too bad we never found out who else is in there with her."

"Maybe I should ask next time I see her," Anne joked. As they shared a laugh over what had just happened, the tension dissolved. And they felt at ease again.

"Anyway," Anne continued, shaking her head to clear it, "I just got an idea. Turn around so I can get dressed."

Valerie turned around to face Katie's bed, relieved that there seemed to be no tension between them over what had just happened. Anne handled that really smoothly. Would I have handled it that well if she'd accidentally seen me naked?

When Valerie turned away, Anne dropped the blanket, grabbed her sports bra and pulled it over her head into place. The unexpected jolt of pleasure she felt as the bra compacted her breasts shocked her. Her body must have gotten more worked up from listening to that than she realized. She looked down and realized her nipples were poking the material visibly. They were so sensitive! As she bent down over the bed and reached for her yoga pants and underwear she couldn't resist the urge to let her other hand touch the wetness between her legs.

Valerie was about to ask what Anne's idea was when she happened to glance at the wall mirror. What she saw caused her to stop breathing entirely. The mirror showed Anne from behind, bent forward over her bed, clutching her clothes in one hand, while the fingers of her other hand were visible between her thighs. She was touching herself. Valerie couldn't believe it -- Anne was touching herself, and Valerie could see everything.

Earlier she had gotten just a fleeting glimpse of the front of Anne's naked body. But now... Valerie not only had a prolonged and uninterrupted view of Anne's backside reflected in the mirror, but she was also witnessing this very private act of self-pleasure. This was simply too much to process. She could sympathize, of course -- after what they'd just witnessed Valerie was turned on too. But that didn't lessen the shock of what she was seeing. She knew she should look away. It wasn't right to watch Anne do this. But she couldn't.

Then, after only about ten seconds Anne stopped, took a breath, straightened and shimmied into her underwear and yoga pants, calling out to Valerie in a voice that seemed totally normal. "Okay, you can turn around, thanks. You seem quiet. Are you still thinking about my noisy neighbors?"

Valerie turned around, realized her throat was dry and swallowed hard. Anne's back was still to Valerie as Anne worked her t-shirt on over her head. Struggling to find her voice, Valerie said "Uhh, yeah... still thinking about that."

"Me too," Anne replied, putting her arms through her shirt and turning around to face Valerie.

No fucking kidding. Valerie tried not to let the shock she felt show on her face. She forced the whole situation out of her mind. It was just a few seconds, and she didn't see me watching. It's done. Get over it and act normal! "So what's this idea of yours?"

Anne bit her lip for a moment, hesitating, then responded, "There's something I really wanna do tonight, but you have to promise not to make fun of me."

Valerie could see from Anne's expression this wasn't a joke. Anne was always jovial and self-assured -- Valerie had never seen her look vulnerable like this. She had no idea what Anne might say next. But she knew she wanted Anne to feel comfortable sharing things with her. She nodded. "Of course."

Anne took a deep breath and launched into it. "I want to go to your room and see if Alyssa is gone."

What? Valerie made a confused face. "Why--"

But Anne interrupted her, as if she needed to get it all out before she lost her nerve. "I want to see those photos on her computer. There, I said it."

"Oh!" Valerie began, not sure how to continue. She wants to see Alyssa's photos?

Anne's voice sounded shaky, as she added, "I just want to see what they look like... for myself. It's... the goth thing. I'm... kind of... into it."

The admission hung in the air as Valerie tried to take it in. Anne -- her wholesome, volleyball player friend -- was attracted to Alyssa's dark, brooding aesthetic? It wasn't something Valerie would have ever guessed. But she knew it must have been hard for Anne to say it, so she tried not to sound too surprised. "Yeah, sure, totally, I get it." She wants to see those photos because... she's into it... the same way Alyssa is... or something like that.

Anne's face brightened immensely.

"But..." Valerie continued, realizing what Anne was suggesting, "her computer... those photos... isn't that kind of private?"

Anne's rebuttal came quickly, as if she'd been prepared for this objection. "She's going to upload them to the internet anyway, right? Clearly she wants people to see them."

Valerie couldn't argue with that. "I guess that's true but--"

"Can you please just admit that you want to see them too?" Anne interjected suddenly. "That would make this so much easier."

A few hours ago Valerie would have denied it, even to herself. But after everything she had seen and heard this evening, she was feeling markedly less inhibited about anything relating to sex. If Anne could be honest about it, so could she. The idea of looking at those photos was kind of exciting. "Yeah..." she admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're right. I do want to see them."

Chapter 4 - Raising the Stakes

Room 8, fourth floor

8:28 PM

Sabrina and Nikki had just settled into their joint study session, textbooks opened on their desks, when the knock came at their door.

The two vivacious seniors didn't particularly want to be stuck in their room studying tonight. They would much rather have been out partying. But they both had critical exams coming up, and they understood that sometimes grades had to come before fun.

That's why they had formed this idea of joint study sessions. Separately, they would have struggled to remain disciplined and focused for an entire evening. But together, each could help to keep the other on track, and away from the many possibilities that were out there to tempt an open-minded college girl. Synchronizing their study time together like this also meant that neither of them was trying to study while the other was doing something distracting like playing music or talking on their phone. The mutually beneficial arrangement proved that, even though they were studying completely different subjects, working together was more effective than working alone.

At the sound of the knock Sabrina rolled her eyes and sighed. She was studying business, and would be applying for MBA programs this year. But she certainly didn't look like the average business student.

Sabrina had the look of a Hollywood starlet -- statuesque with long legs, along with pale grey eyes and dirty blonde hair that she kept half down and half up in a halo braid. She turned toward her roommate and sympathized with the grimace on Nikki's face. So much for no distractions.

Nikki, a psychology major, held a different kind of allure. Deep red lipstick and long, black eyelashes were her weapons of choice. Lustrous black hair framed her face and fell to her shoulders. And she alternated between painting her fingernails red -- to match her lips -- or black -- to match her hair. Tonight they were black.

When they went out together, as they often did, they would dress to impress. On their own, each of them could turn heads, but teamed up together they were a force of nature. And once they set their sights on something -- or someone -- there was no stopping them.

But on study nights they dressed simply and comfortably. Nikki wore a large off-the-shoulder sweatshirt and sweat shorts, both in blood red. Sabrina's outfit matched a tank-top with shorts, in school colors. After all, they had been expecting a quiet evening with no visitors. So when Nikki got up to answer the door, Sabrina followed her, curious as to who was knocking.

The door opened to reveal Amy, one of their neighbors from room 9. And she wasn't alone. With her were two other girls that Sabrina didn't know. As usual, Amy seemed lively and energetic -- her blonde ponytail swung as she bounced up and down slightly on her toes, her hands clasped behind her back. Her bright blue eyes were sparkling and there was an infectious smile on her face. Seeing it, Sabrina couldn't help but smile back.

Before Nikki had a chance to speak, Amy was explaining the reason for their unannounced visit. "Oh good! You're both here! The three of us are having a game night in my room, and we were hoping you would join us!" She nudged the two girls flanking her. "Right?" The girls both nodded enthusiastically.

Nikki crossed her arms and half-smiled. Why did Amy's friends both look like they were dressed for a sleepover? "Hi girls," Nikki said. "You know normally we'd love to play, but I'm afraid we can't tonight."

Sabrina responded next, in her naturally soothing voice, hoping to cushion their disappointment. "Thanks for the invite, Amy. We promised ourselves we'd focus on studying tonight. We've got important exams coming up. Maybe next time?"

Amy didn't back down. "You don't want to miss this one. It's a brand new game Sophia made up. It's totally genius."

Nikki's eyebrow went up. Be strong. Resist temptation. "What kind of game?"

Amy grinned. "We call it Freeze and Tease. You're gonna love it, I promise! How about one round, then we'll let you go back to studying."

Nikki and Sabrina looked at each other. This game did sound intriguing. It was still early. One round couldn't hurt. Sabrina bit her lip. Nikki sighed. Through just eye contact, wordless agreement passed between them.

Nikki turned back to see Amy and her two friends all looking expectantly up at her. "One round," she said, and saw their expressions brighten. "And let's use this room," she added, thinking that staying in their room would help keep them mindful of what they were supposed to be doing tonight. Nikki and Sabrina stepped aside, clearing the doorway to allow Amy and her friends to enter.

"This is Leslie and Sophia," Amy said, gesturing to her friends as they stepped through the door. "Leslie's super competitive -- you don't want to give her a reason to challenge you. And Sophia's the creative one -- she came up with the whole idea for the game." All the girls exchanged greetings and began to settle in to hear Amy explain the rules.

The room was furnished exactly like Amy's, with beds on opposite walls, dressers for clothing, a desk beside each bed, and not much else. As usual, Sophia preferred to sit on the floor, with her sketchbook and phone in her lap. Handing her a floor cushion, Sabrina nodded at the sketchbook and asked "Are those the rules for the game?"

"No, this is my sketchbook. I take it with me everywhere in case I'm inspired to draw something," Sophia replied.

"That's so cool. I wish I had artistic talent like that," Sabrina replied, and sat on the edge of her bed.

Amy sat beside Sabrina. "She's really good. You should see some of the stuff she's drawn for her classes."

But Sabrina didn't hear Amy. She was wondering about how Sophia was dressed. Her shorts, if she were wearing any, must have been so short that the long t-shirt hid them completely. And if she were not wearing any... well that was an odd way to dress for a game night. But then, she knew artists tended to have unconventional habits.

On the other bed, Nikki noticed how Leslie's pajamas reflected the light as Leslie sat down beside her. "I love your PJs. Are they satin?"

Leslie smiled. "Thanks. They're silk."

"Ooh, nice," Nikki replied, then hushed as Amy launched into her explanation of the game.

"So like I said, the game is called Freeze and Tease. And it's really simple. Each turn, one person is the Teaser and another person is their target. Everyone else just watches. The target tries to stay completely silent and still for a full minute, while the Teaser tries to make them move. No touching allowed, but pretty much anything else goes."

"So it's like... a game of psychological manipulation?" Nikki sounded interested.

Exactly," Sophia replied quietly from her cushion in the middle of the room. "It's about finding people's buttons and pushing them."

Nikki looked around, studying each face in the room. This is going to be fun.

Amy continued. "The role of Teaser rotates around the room." She pointed her finger from person to person as she laid out the turn order. "Sophia will start, then Leslie, then Nikki, then Sabrina, and then me." Everyone looked around, memorizing the turn order. "Sophia picks the first target. But after that, the next target is chosen by whoever wins the turn. Make sense?"

Sabrina and Nikki looked at each other and they both knew they were thinking the same thing. Nikki spoke up. "I'm guessing your game nights are normally just for bragging rights?"

Amy sensed Nikki's intentions. "You haven't even played yet and you want to raise the stakes?"

Nikki shrugged. "Up to you. I want to try your game either way. Just thought maybe we'd make it a little more interesting."

Leslie's competitive streak reared its head. "What did you have in mind?"

Nikki pursed her red lips in thought for a moment before answering. "Let's say... the winner of each turn gets to pick a... punishment. Something for the loser to do. And they have to do it."

Amy looked at Leslie and Sophia. "What do you think?" she asked them.

Sophia tilted her head, thinking of the creative possibilities this could add. Alternating between teasing and carrying out punishments would improve the flow of the game. "I like it. Wish I'd thought of that initially. Good idea, Nikki."

Leslie followed suit. "I never say no to a challenge. You know I'm in."

"If they're in, I'm in," Amy said. "Sabrina?"

Sabrina nodded.

Amy clapped her hands to her knees. "Okay then. Let's do it! Sophia, you're up. Who's the first target?"

Sabrina's eyes tracked the bottom of Sophia's shirt as the girl stood up and handed her phone to Amy. It looked like Sophia might have been hiding a nice figure underneath that shirt, but it was difficult to tell with the shirt being so large.

Sophia turned to face Leslie and Nikki. Nikki studied the quiet girl who was about to take the first turn as Teaser. She had seemed so unintimidating before, but now Sophia's demeanor seemed to be transforming, becoming more intense. Nikki found herself feeling relieved when Sophia approached Leslie and, with an unexpected air of authority, said "Freeze!"

A brief smile crossed Leslie's face, then her expression went neutral and she froze. Amy started the timer.

Sophia positioned herself directly in front of Leslie, standing close. "Should I tell them about the last round, Les? You remember, don't you? What Amy was pointing at, almost touching?"

Sabrina perked up. Her voice... it's completely different! There was no trace of the shy, quiet Sophia who had been sitting on the cushion just moments ago. It was as if the girl who was now confidently taunting Leslie was an entirely different person speaking through Sophia's body. Sabrina was transfixed. Who is this girl?

Leslie tensed. She hadn't expected Sophia to bring up the details of the last round right away, in front of Amy's neighbors. I've been underestimating her, haven't I?

Sophia continued. "I bet Sabrina and Nikki would just love to have seen the look on your face when Amy pointed out just... how... thin... that silk really is. And yes, they can tell there's no bra under there."

Leslie's fair complexion flushed bright pink, the blush even visible on her neck.

"But, I wonder... whether a bra is the only thing missing under those PJs." Sophia paused, allowing the implication to hang in the air. "Maybe, when you sleep, you like to feel that soft silk... all... over... your..."

"STOP!" Leslie squealed, her voice betraying uncharacteristic desperation as she cut Sophia off. Her hands flew up to cover her face.

Amy stopped the timer with eighteen seconds remaining. A new record.

Sophia stepped back in quiet triumph. Her face was expressionless but her eyes were blazing. Leslie groaned and fell backward onto Nikki's bed, her hands still covering her flushed face.

Nikki started clapping. "Damn! You girls aren't kidding around with this game!"

Amy and Sabrina joined in on the applause. "Sophia... you are not what I expected," Sabrina said, awestruck.

Sophia gave a small bow before plopping back down onto the cushion.

As the applause ended, Amy called over to Leslie "Was she right, Les? No panties either?"

Sabrina joined in, adding "I bet she was! Sophia, you should make her show us!"

"Ooh, good idea!" Sophia responded, grinning. "That's it, Les. Your punishment is to show us."

"Fine!" Leslie said, hopping up from the bed. She hooked one thumb into the waistband of her pajama pants at her hip. Quickly and unceremoniously, she yanked the waistband down just enough to reveal the bare curve of her hip, then back up. Absolutely no sign of panties.

The whole room dissolved into a fit of giggling. Even Leslie couldn't help but laugh.

"Look at her face! She's as red as my shirt!" Nikki managed to say, sparking another round of laughter.

"Keep laughing, bitches!" Leslie said, smiling despite her embarrassment. "It's my turn next and someone's gonna be sorry." She turned to Sophia with narrowed eyes. "Who will it be, Soph?"

The laughter subsided and Sophia looked around the room thoughtfully, her dark eyes scanning each face before settling on Sabrina. "I think it's time to initiate Sabrina. Freeze!" she declared, seeing the anticipation in Sabrina's eyes.

Sabrina did her best to freeze in position, as she had seen Leslie do, and fixed her gaze straight ahead. She wasn't sure what to expect from Leslie, but she was determined to at least make a good showing.

"Ooh, this is gonna be good," Amy whispered excitedly as she started the timer.

Leslie approached the bed where Sabrina sat frozen, saying "Weren't you the one who gave Sophia the idea for that punishment just now?" Leslie clicked her tongue. "I might have gone easy on you, for your first turn... but you've got a big mouth, don't you?"

Her voice was taking on that competitive edge that Amy knew so well. Amy looked at Sophia and they exchanged knowing smiles.

Leslie leaned closer to Sabrina. "That's right, we--" she gestured to herself, Amy, and Sophia "--know exactly how big that mouth is because we can hear it through the wall. Last Saturday night ring a bell? Oh yes, we were next door and heard the whole thing."

Sabrina's face turned slightly paler.

Leslie's voice took on a mock sultry tone. "Naughty, naughty Sabrina was in here with someone. And that mouth of hers was making some serious noise." Leslie threw her head back and let out exaggerated moans. "Unngh, unngh, unngh!"

"Who was it?" Leslie taunted. "Who was keeping that dirty mouth so... busy?"

Sabrina's hands suddenly slipped forward off of the mattress. She hadn't even realized she was pressing them down into the bed with so much force. She lurched forward slightly, then caught herself.

The room erupted in laughter as Nikki, Sophia, and Amy doubled over with delight.

Leslie backed up and put her hands on her hips, clearly enjoying her victory. "See? It's not so easy, is it?" She grinned. "Now, obvious punishment -- tell us who we heard in here with you."

Although embarrassed, Sabrina felt some relief that the punishment wasn't something worse. As Leslie sat back down beside Nikki, Sabrina began recounting the events of the previous weekend.

"Well... that night Nikki and I went to a party. It was pretty wild... some of the stuff that was going on... but that's another story. The point is, Nikki and I were both dancing with this guy Jamie that Nikki knew from class, and things got kind of heated. And... he came back here... with both of us."

Leslie drew in a long slow breath, her mouth hanging open in glee.

"Wow..." Amy whispered.

"No wonder it was so loud!" Sophia said, her eyes wide with intrigue.

Nikki crossed her arms and pouted playfully. "You didn't have to waste your punishment on that, I could have told you!"

Amy's curiosity was piqued and she couldn't resist prompting for details. "You both did him? How did that work? Did you take turns?"

Sabrina shook her head. "Technically I don't have to answer that -- I've done my punishment. But if I don't then Nikki will just tell you. So... no, we didn't take turns. It was a... shared experience."

Sophia blinked rapidly, her imagination kicking into overdrive. "Like... all together?" she asked quietly.

"Oh yes," Nikki confirmed, her eyes fluttering closed briefly as if reliving the memory. "Very much together."

Sophia and Leslie exchanged glances, identical expressions of wonder on their faces.

"Okay, okay, storytime is over," Amy said, clapping her hands together to get everyone's attention. "We've got a game to play."

Eager to give it a try, Nikki stood up and tucked her glossy black hair behind her ears. "My turn! Who's my target, Leslie?"

Leslie gave Amy a narrow look. "It's been a while since Little Miss Cheerleader has been in the hot seat. And I still owe her some payback anyway. Freeze, Ames!"

Sophia grabbed her phone and started the timer, beginning its minute countdown.

Nikki approached Amy slowly, considering the approach she would take. When she reached Amy, sitting still on the edge of Sabrina's bed with a wary expression, Nikki dropped to sit cross-legged on the floor and looked up at her.

"So Amy," Nikki began, in a calm, measured tone, "You were listening to us last weekend, were you? Was your ear pressed up against the wall, straining to make out what Sabrina was saying? Hm? So interested in our sex life, huh, Amy?"

Leslie and Sophia leaned forward simultaneously, their excitement palpable as they watched Nikki's psychological assault unfold.

"But what about... yours?" Nikki continued, slightly less calm and more assertive. "Do you just listen in on other people's fun? Or do you have some fun of your own?"

Amy's breathing slowed, her muscles tensing. Nikki's voice grew even more pointed. "Do you bring guys back to the room when Danielle isn't there? That pretty long blonde ponytail... is it just for show? Or do you like for guys to... give it a little tug... while they're... behind you... pounding you!"

Amy's breathing was now strained, but she still wasn't moving.

With her minute now halfway up, Nikki's tactics became more theatrical. She bent forward onto her hands and knees, positioning herself directly in front of Amy, and began lightly smacking her own butt in a rhythmic imitation of doggy style fucking. With each smack her hair bounced forward around her face.

"I bet you--" smack "--like that--" smack "--don't you?" Nikki was almost shouting. "Do you moan for them?"

Amy's jaw clenched and she bit down hard on her bottom lip.

Sabrina, sitting right beside Amy, saw it clearly. "That counts! You got her Nikki!"

Nikki stopped her theatrics and sat back on the floor. This time, the reaction wasn't laughter.

All eyes were on Nikki as Sophia muttered softly, "I think we've met our match, Les."

Amy clenched her fists and punched the mattress. "Fine!" she conceded, her voice carrying equal parts admiration and defeat. "You got me."

Nikki took a moment to savor the victory before delivering the punishment. "Alright, Little Miss Cheerleader, let's see you do a cheer routine--"

Amy sighed dramatically, already moving to stand up.

"--without the sports bra," Nikki finished with a wicked grin.

Amy started to protest, but then changed her mind. Don't give her the satisfaction of being embarrassed. That's what she wants. Do what she isn't expecting -- be strong. I perform in front of people all the time, this is no different. And when my turn comes up, I can get her back.

The other girls began to cheer her on as Amy pulled her arms into her shirt through the sleeves. This wasn't going to be easy, since the sports bra did not have a clasp and was designed to be removed over the head. Amy's thin jogging shirt flexed and stretched while, beneath it, Amy worked the straps of the sports bra down over her shoulders. Taking a breath, she pulled the bra down to her stomach. Her perky handfuls popped free of their confinement. She had to then jiggle slightly to work the bra down over her hips, where the bright blue garment fell to the floor.

When Amy's arms re-emerged from her shirt sleeves, the shirt resumed its normal shape, clinging tightly to her chest. Thanks to the thin, stretchy material, everyone could clearly see the shape of Amy's nipples through the fabric. It didn't help that her nipples were now hardening from the friction of rubbing against her shirt, and were poking out visibly.

"Nice nips, Amy!" Sabrina called out with a laugh.

Leslie shook her head, grinning. "My PJs may be thin, but at least you can't see through them!"

Sophia's pencil was already moving across the page of her sketchpad.

Amy stood by the door and struck a pose, hands on her hips with a playful scowl. "You want a cheer? I'll give you a cheer."

She launched into a short but lively routine, exaggerating her movements to emphasize the bouncing motion. She landed with her feet apart, then snapped her legs back together, threw her hands up and to the left, then to the right. Her timing and dexterity were flawless. She even recited the traditional chant, spelling the team's name while jumping and kicking her legs out in front of her in perfect rhythm. Beneath her shirt, her unrestrained tits were the star of the show. They bounced magnificently up and down, demonstrating a perfect springy resilience. The fabric of her shirt clung to them, ensuring that they stayed clearly outlined. Up and down. Up and down.

Leslie, Sophia, and Sabrina were mesmerized. But Nikki was absolutely floored. When she'd imagined this punishment she had never expected Amy to perform it with such energy and enthusiasm. It was as if Amy was telling the room that nothing they could throw at her would defeat her. It was a powerful message. A word came to Nikki -- invincibility. Her friends can see it too, can't they? That must be why it seems like they both look up to her.

Amy finished her impromptu performance with a flourish. Arms raised out in a V above her head, her breasts finally came to rest against her chest. She struck her final pose with a beaming grin, clearly enjoying the attention despite her predicament. "Happy now?" she asked, panting and cheeks flushed from both exertion and embarrassment.

The room broke into appreciative applause. Through the noise Nikki heard Sabrina call out "No wonder she became a cheerleader -- those things were made to bounce!" Nikki wanted to join in and call out something too, but she couldn't speak. As incredible as it seemed, she felt like Amy had managed to turn a loss into a kind of victory. Nikki was impressed.

The giggling and applause finally died down as Sabrina stood and spoke. "Ok, my turn. Let's see if I can top that." But no one was looking at her. All eyes were glued to Amy as she returned to Sabrina's side and sat on the bed. Amy didn't even look at the discarded sports bra.

Sabrina supposed it would have been nearly impossible for Amy to get the thing back on without taking her shirt off entirely. But more importantly, universal party game etiquette dictated that any article of clothing removed during a game stayed off until the end of the game. Sabrina suspected that everyone was coming to this same realization. The bra would be staying off. That would be interesting. And it gave her an idea for the next punishment.

Eventually Nikki spoke up to select the next target, though it was obvious. "That only leaves you and me who haven't been teased yet. And I'm not picking myself," she said to Sophia. "So Freeze!"

Sophia handed her phone to Amy then folded her hands neatly in her lap and settled into a perfectly still pose on her cushion, with her deep brown eyes partially obscured by her bangs. Amy started the timer.

Sabrina knelt down directly in front of Sophia. She chose a seductive tone for this performance which, combined with the natural dulcet quality of her voice, she was confident would melt Sophia like butter.

"I bet you enjoyed Amy's... performance... just now. Didn't you, Sophia?" Sabrina began. Her eyes studied Sophia's face for any reaction. She didn't see the hair on the back of Sophia's neck stand up. "I saw you drawing in that sketchbook just now." She paused, letting this sink in. "When I win, maybe I'll make you show us your drawing. Except, there isn't any point, is there? We all know what you were drawing. And it sure wasn't her ponytail."

The other girls watching issued quiet giggles at this, barely suppressing their amusement. Sophia's breathing remained steady, but her cheeks began to flush slightly under all the scrutiny. She was especially affected by the giggles. They were making her so nervous she could hardly stand it. I don't care what you do, just please don't say something to make them laugh again!

Sabrina's lips formed a teasing smile as she leaned back slightly. "I wonder..." she murmured, then suddenly crawled around to Sophia's side and put her mouth close enough that Sophia's sensitive skin would feel her warm breath as she spoke. But she kept her voice above a whisper so that the others could still hear. "What if I were to sit right over here, just out of view, and start slowly pulling my tank top up. I bet you'd want to draw that... wouldn't you?"

The other girls' smiles faded as they realized what Sabrina was doing. Leslie and Amy leaned forward with anticipation. Nikki's tongue moistened her bright red lips.

Sabrina's fingers curled under the bottom edge of her school-colored tank top. "I'm just going to take a quick peek and see if my nipples are as hard as Amy's clearly are." Sabrina wasn't actually lifting her shirt at all, but from Sophia's position it was impossible to tell without turning her head.

Sophia's mind was racing. She was so conflicted that it was verging on panic. Every time Sabrina spoke, her breath on Sophia's neck was like a gentle hand caressing her. This wasn't fair! No one could endure this. Was the timer even running? Surely the minute was up by now, wasn't it? Then she felt Sabrina's voice caress her again.

"Three... two... one... there they are!"

Sophia's head snapped toward Sabrina's chest with such force that her dark hair whipped around her face. Sabrina immediately let go of her shirt, which had never even moved, and clapped her hands together triumphantly. "Got you!" she exclaimed. Her pale grey eyes and smile were radiant.

The girls cheered Sabrina's victory as Sophia's face flushed crimson, her mouth still hanging open at the shock of seeing that Sabrina's chest wasn't uncovered.

"That was a close one -- only 5 seconds left!" Amy called out.

"I didn't think she'd last that long," said Leslie.

Sophia groaned and buried her face in her hands. "You're absolutely diabolical," she muttered through her hands. But her voice didn't sound upset -- just relieved that the torture was over.

"If it makes you feel any better, I would have looked too," Nikki added with a laugh, causing the girls to shake with fresh giggles.

Leslie's eyes contained a devilish curiosity as she leaned forward and asked, "So what's the punishment?"

Sophia uncovered her face, revealing the apprehension showing there, and looked at Sabrina expectantly. Her fingers twisted nervously in her lap as she waited for her fate.

Sabrina formed a sly smile, her eyes looking deep into Sophia's. "I don't know about you girls, but I'm tired of not knowing what she's wearing under that shirt of hers. It's distracting."

Sophia's jaw dropped open. Her eyes darted to Leslie, then to Amy, to see their reactions. But they were simply grinning in amusement.

Falling back into the same seductive tone she had used to win the turn, Sabrina said, "Shirt can stay on, but whatever she's wearing under there needs to come off..."

Chapter 5 - Photography 101

Room 23, first floor

8:49 PM

Standing in the hallway outside room 23, the room that Valerie shared with Alyssa, Valerie gave Anne one last appraising look. Seeing no sign on Anne's face that she might be changing her mind, Valerie took a deep breath, opened the door, and walked in. Anne followed close behind, her heart pounding with anticipation.

As soon as they entered, they were greeted by the sound of Metric's Fantasies playing at low volume from Alyssa's computer. Also at Alyssa's computer was Alyssa herself, clicking away and absorbed in whatever she was doing. Anne let out a subtle sigh of disappointment. There go my chances of seeing those photos.

Valerie greeted Alyssa to get her attention. Alyssa turned around and greeted them back, and Anne's heart skipped a beat.

Alyssa looked gorgeous -- absolutely stunning, in fact. Her jet black hair was styled in perfect twin braids that framed her face. Her lipstick and eyeliner, a very dark purple, were expertly applied -- not overdone but dramatic enough to accentuate her features perfectly. She was wearing tight black pants that hugged her figure, paired with a matching black top that had a low neckline, showing off some impressive cleavage. The pale skin of her arms and chest seemed to glow against the contrast of the black clothing. Anne's mind flashed an image of Alyssa, looking like this, but in the pose Valerie had demonstrated from the photograph, and suddenly felt slightly lightheaded.

Alyssa's eyes flicked between the two of them, and when she noticed that Valerie wasn't wearing her vest and that her top two shirt buttons were undone, she gave Valerie a questioning look. "Weren't you going to be studying tonight?"

Valerie opened her mouth but nothing came out. Why hadn't they planned what they would say if Alyssa were here in the room? Because we were too preoccupied with what we'd do if she were not here -- that's why. Valerie looked over to Anne, hoping she would know what to do.

Anne replied with the first excuse that came into her mind, hoping her voice would come out sounding casual. "Uh yes, we were going to study in my room but there was some, uh, noise... next door. So we came to see if it was quieter here."

Alyssa accepted this explanation with a simple "Cool," and turned back to face her computer screen. A couple of mouse clicks later, the music stopped. Alyssa reached for her bluetooth headphones.

Valerie noticed. She's making it quieter in here for us to study. That's really thoughtful. She seems like a nice person, so why is it that I never see her spending time with friends? That's so sad. Then she felt Anne nudge her elbow. She looked at Anne, who nodded silently in Alyssa's direction. There was a look of determination on Anne's face. Valerie didn't understand. What was Anne trying to tell her?

Just before Alyssa slipped the headphones over her head, Anne said, "Nice camera. Are you into photography?" Anne was referring to the fancy-looking camera on Alyssa's desk.

Valerie shot a look of surprise at Anne and mouthed a silent what are you doing?

Alyssa replied without turning around, "Yeah, I guess you could say that."

Anne, trying to sound as charming as she could, said, "Me too! Could you show us some of your photos? We'd love to see them!"

At this, Alyssa turned her head around to reply, "Uhh, I don't think it's the kind of thing you'd like."

Anne quickly objected, "No, I'm sure I would, I'm very open-minded!" She subtly poked Valerie to help her out.

Before Valerie could think, she heard herself adding, "She is... I mean, we are. We both are."

For a moment, Alyssa just eyed Anne and Valerie with an appraising look. Open minded huh? We'll see about that. "Okay, I'll tell you what. It just so happens I was planning to take a few photos tonight. And now that you're here, you can help."

"Deal!" Anne exclaimed.

Valerie and Anne watched closely as Alyssa opened a drawer and pulled out a short length of ribbon. She calmly handed it to Anne. Then Alyssa picked up her camera, turned it on, and handed it to Valerie. It was heavier than Valerie expected. This whole situation was heavier than Valerie expected. What was happening right now?

Without a word, Alyssa started unbuttoning her pants, moving slowly and continuing to look at Anne and Valerie, as if she was expecting them to turn and bolt any second. When they didn't react beyond fixated stares, a flicker of amusement crossed Alyssa's face. She stripped off the pants, revealing lacy black panties that matched her aesthetic perfectly.

Oh my god. Anne's mouth went dry.

Alyssa then began peeling her shirt off as well. When the black top came up and over her head, Anne and Valerie saw that she was wearing a bustier beneath it. An actual bustier! That explained the dramatic cleavage that her low-cut shirt had been showing off. The C-cup bustier was lifting Alyssa's tits and pushing them together to create an enticing image. No piece of clothing could have possibly looked more sexy.

Valerie and Anne were both staring, mouths agape. They didn't make a move or say anything.

Their eyes are all over me. Outwardly, Alyssa looked completely composed. But inside, her stomach was fluttering and her heart was pounding. God, what a rush! I thought they'd be long gone by now but... well, this will probably do it. Alyssa turned around, put her wrists together behind her back, and said simply, "Tie me."

She had barely gotten the words out when she felt the ribbon coming around her wrists and Anne's fingers working to tie it in a bow. There was something both gentle and decisive about the way Anne handled the ribbon. What? Is this a joke? Are they going to start laughing at me?

When the knot was finished, Alyssa turned back around to face Valerie and Anne. She searched their eyes for any trace of malice. But all she saw in them was a kind of fascinated exhilaration. Almost like a mirror of the exhilaration she felt. "Seriously? You're okay with this?" Alyssa's voice wavered.

Anne grinned widely. "One hundred percent. I love any kind of photography! Just tell us what to do."

The words, and what they meant, hit Alyssa like a wave. For so long she had built up barriers and kept people at a distance, all to keep this part of herself hidden.

When she had found that there were places on the internet where she could be safe from rejection and connect anonymously with other people like her, she had made that her entire world. Alyssa had avoided opening up to anyone else -- until now, figuring it would just be a fun trick to get them to get them out of the room. And when they freaked out and started avoiding her, it would reaffirm what she already knew -- that she couldn't open up to anyone.

But instead, as she stood there, half naked, met with only two warm smiles -- it was the complete opposite of what she had expected. They both seemed genuinely excited by this -- by her. Could she really go through with it? Could she allow herself to share this with someone? Her mask of composure was crumbling. She felt tears coming and fought them away. She couldn't let her makeup get ruined. She wanted it to be perfect for what she was about to do.

Valerie and Anne drank in the sight of Alyssa's body as she lowered herself to sit on her knees. The way she held herself -- spine straight, shoulders back, head high -- contrasted, quite artistically, with the vulnerability of her hands being bound behind her back.

"Bring the camera over here, to my side."

Valerie obediently moved to Alyssa's side and pointed the camera at her. Alyssa turned her head to look directly at it. On the camera's screen, Valerie could see that this angle would capture the deep valley of cleavage created by the bustier as well as Alyssa's hands, bound at the wrist behind her back. The composition was undeniably captivating. Valerie felt a warm tingle spread through her.

Alyssa stared straight into the lens and said simply, "Shoot."

Valerie managed to snap a few photos, despite being severely distracted by the feelings of surrealism and eroticism that the scene was evoking in her. She had never seen anything like it. The way Alyssa's braids fell down her back, black against the pale skin of her shoulders. The way her pose suggested both submission and strength. Each click of the camera felt like capturing lightning in a bottle. Valerie suddenly realized it had been a long time since she had spoken. But all she could say was "Beautiful."

"And hot." Anne added, immediately. The word didn't even do justice to how it was making Anne feel, getting a live demonstration of the photography she had been so eager to see on Alyssa's computer.

Alyssa smiled. She didn't think Anne could have any idea how truly hot this was for her. Taking photos by herself was a turn-on, but this... This was another level -- a level she had never even known was possible. She couldn't wait to see how her body looked to them right now. "Thanks," she said, both to Valerie and to Anne, and started to stand.

"Can we do more!?" Anne's voice betrayed the eagerness she felt.

Both Alyssa and Valerie turned their heads to look at Anne. There was no trace of nervousness or hesitation. She looked like she had never been more serious about anything in her life.

Alyssa lowered herself back down to her knees. "Well... sometimes I do... more... uh, revealing photos." Her heart leapt in her chest. It had taken so much effort to make herself say that out loud. Would they really want to...?

Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod... Anne's mind spun in anticipation but she willed herself to remain outwardly calm as she replied "Yeah, I think we're up for that." Looking at Valerie, she added, "Right?"

Valerie swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. She heard herself say, "Sure. We're up for anything."

Alyssa's fear contended with her excitement. Sharing her body online anonymously was one thing, but she had never done anything like this with someone she knew. This was something that only happened in her dreams at night. She looked at Valerie. She's my roommate. That makes it more risky but... also more sexy. A lot more sexy. My roommate is going to see me naked! Her arousal won. Something about the way Anne and Valerie were acting and responding told her she could trust them. "Alright then," Alyssa said, her voice quiet. "Can someone help me with this?" She jerked her chin down slightly to indicate her bustier.

Anne stepped forward without hesitation and knelt behind Alyssa. She examined the back of the bustier, noting the combination of laces and zipper that kept it in place. How does she even manage to get this done up by herself?

First, Anne gently took hold of Alyssa's long, soft braids and moved them from Alyssa's back, draping them over her chest to get them out of the way. Then Anne started loosening the laces of the bustier, working carefully around Alyssa's arms which were still bound behind her back. The nerves in Anne's fingertips felt charged with electricity, amplifying every sensation.

With the laces loosened, the tension on the bustier released and Alyssa's breasts slowly lowered from their pushed-up position. But the garment remained fastened around her torso. Anne moved her hands to the zipper. She paused, half-expecting Alyssa to change her mind and put a stop to this. But Alyssa was silent. So Anne continued.

She slowly pulled the zipper down. The sound it made was the sound of the room charging with sexual energy. Just as the zipper released, Alyssa bent forward, bringing her chest to her legs which remained folded beneath her. The bustier opened and lay trapped between her breasts and the tops of her thighs. Both Valerie and Anne had their eyes locked on Alyssa's chest, waiting for her to rise back up from her forward bend.

But Alyssa didn't rise back up.

She remained bent forward and said, with only the slightest waver in her voice, "Now the panties."

Valerie realized that she was gripping the camera way too tightly, her knuckles white from the tension. She saw Anne turn to look at her and mouth a silent oh my god. Valerie was bewildered. How had this evening gone from a simple study session between two friends to her roommate being stripped completely naked in front of them?

Anne delicately gripped the sides of Alyssa's black panties, hesitated for a moment as if needing to mentally prepare herself, then began to slide them down slowly. Anne's fingertips brushed against Alyssa's soft, smooth skin as the lacy material slid over Alyssa's hips.

Alyssa raised her butt in the air as high as she could to allow the panties to come over it and down to her thighs. She realized the incredibly intimate view that she was giving Anne behind her, with her butt raised up like this, and felt an unbelievable rush of pleasure wash through her. The knowledge that she was so completely and utterly exposed was the most powerful thrill she had ever experienced. She felt Anne continuing to push the panties down her legs all the way to her knees. Alyssa couldn't see Anne but she knew Anne would have to be leaning in very close to push them that far down her legs.

Having the panties at her knees would be good enough for the photo. She began to lower her butt and Anne released her grasp on the panties, leaving them at her knees. Then Alyssa slowly raised up from her forward bend and reassumed her prior posture -- shoulders back, chest out.

Valerie's eyes locked onto Alyssa's perfectly shaped, creamy white breasts. The nipples were of the palest pink, and standing noticeably at attention. Valerie just stood there staring, not even noticing Anne standing up and returning to her side.

Alyssa's theatrics had paid off. She had improvised, taking advantage of the position to delay revealing her breasts, and it had worked. Valerie and Anne were staring unabashedly at her nudity now. Unfortunately, kneeling on her knees like this was becoming uncomfortable to maintain, so she needed to move things forward. "Okay, same angle as before." She arched her back and thrust her chest forward as much as possible, knowing from experience how this enhanced the view of her breasts.

Once again, Valerie positioned the camera at Alyssa's side. The angle captured Alyssa's right breast and proud nipple clearly, along with the top of the crack of her butt. Another perfect composition.

Alyssa looked directly into the lens and said, "Shoot."

Valerie snapped a few photos, then found herself going back to gawking at Alyssa's exposed body.

"Okay girls, that's enough for one night," Alyssa said, and began to rise to her feet. Her panties fell from her knees to the floor. Before the girls could get a good look at the front of her body, Alyssa turned around, showing them her back, and wiggled her bound wrists slightly.

Ever since she'd pulled Alyssa's panties down, verbal communication had become, for Anne, merely a vague concept. However, enough of her brain was still functioning to allow her to step forward and pull on the ribbon, quickly undoing the knot. Alyssa caught the ribbon in her hand, brought her arms back to her sides, and turned around to face them.

Alyssa's voice sounded strained, as if she were exerting effort to speak. "Thank you both. Now if you don't mind studying somewhere else... I think I could use a little... alone time... in here."

As if cued by her words, Valerie and Anne both looked straight down at Alyssa's exposed pussy. It was clean shaven, allowing them to see that it was both very wet and very engorged. Alyssa didn't make the slightest move to cover it.

Valerie eventually processed Alyssa's words, snapped her head up and stammered, "Yeah, uhh, sure, of course. Have fun... er, I mean, see you later!" She quickly handed the camera to Alyssa, grabbed Anne's hand and headed out the door, practically dragging Anne behind her.

For the entire silent walk back to room 6, Anne's and Valerie's hands remained tightly clasped together, as if each of them were using the other as a lifeline to stay tethered to reality. And when they entered Anne's room neither of them even registered that Katie had still not returned from the sorority house. Their minds were stuck replaying every detail of the encounter with Alyssa on a loop.

Valerie was the first to speak. "Did that... really just happen?"

Anne squeezed Valerie's hand tightly. "I owe you one big time, Val!" Then, unable to contain her excitement any longer, she released Valerie's hand and started pacing around the room. Everything that was in her head came tumbling out in a breathless rush. "I was so embarrassed to ask you and you didn't laugh at me and you went along with it and that made me so happy I just wanted to see her photos I never thought we would end up doing something like that oh my god she's incredible I can't believe she's your roommate--"

"Anne, get a grip!" Valerie interjected with a small chuckle, putting a stop to her friend's rambling. "You're right though. That was... something."

Anne caught her breath and looked Valerie directly in the eyes, her expression becoming serious. "I mean it. About owing you one. Anything you want... no matter what it is... just tell me."

"There is something I want," Valerie heard herself say. Then she stopped herself. Where was this coming from? The thought had just now popped into her head, but for some reason she felt as if she'd been wanting it all evening.

Now that the shock was wearing off, Valerie realized how turned on she was by what they'd just done with her roommate. Of course I'd be turned on by something like that. Who wouldn't be? But that didn't explain the specific desire she was feeling now? Did it? Either way, she couldn't tell Anne. How would she explain this to Anne when she couldn't even understand it herself.

"No, never mind... forget it," she said, shaking her head.

But Anne wasn't going to let it go. This was her chance to show what Valerie's friendship and support meant to her. She would do anything. Anne looked into Valerie's eyes and said, "Tell me."

Valerie wanted it so badly she didn't know what to do. Maybe Anne would understand.

"I really want to try practicing massage..." After a brief hesitation she finished the sentence.

"...on Amy."

Chapter 6 - Big Butt Theory

Room 8, fourth floor

8:57 PM

Sophia's mind raced as she processed the situation. Just an hour ago, she and her friends had been sharing pizza and laughing about campus drama. Now she couldn't stop staring at Amy's breasts and was being asked to wear nothing but a t-shirt for the rest of the game. Not asked -- told. But at least I can probably keep from exposing myself if I'm careful. Unlike Amy.

The game, which had started with lighthearted teasing, had evolved into something much more daring. And Sophia loved it. In the role of Teaser she could be anyone. She could act assertive, dominant, even sexy -- all the things she wished she could be in her normal life. No behavior seemed to be out of bounds. No one was made to feel bad about the way they acted during their turn. They were free to be uninhibited. It was a rush and it was addictive. She knew they all felt it.

The embarrassment was just another part of the experience. Everyone was equally subjected to it, and they were all performing their punishments even though Sophia knew they were just as embarrassed as she was.

As if reading her mind, Amy said encouragingly, "It's really not as embarrassing as what I had to do. At least we can't see through your shirt," pointing at her own chest to illustrate her point.

Leslie chimed in too. "And, as if you needed a reminder, I'm not wearing any undies either." She quickly repeated her earlier action, pulling one side of her pajamas down and back up to show that nothing covered the hip underneath.

They're right. It's not a big deal. They'll probably even cheer me on like they did with Amy.

Trying to project the kind of confidence she wanted to have, rather than the confidence she felt, Sophia shrugged. "Sure, no biggie. If that's what you want." She stood up from her cushion and started to pull her arms into her shirt sleeves.

"...without putting your arms in your shirt," Sabrina added with a smirk, only just now completing her definition of the punishment.

The statement caught Sophia off guard and she froze while her mind adjusted to the implications of this. If she couldn't draw her arms into her shirt and remove the panties underneath it the way Amy had done with her bra, then her options seemed to be to simply lift her shirt up and hold it up while she pulled the panties down, fully exposing herself, or to leave the shirt down and try to reach up under it. Either way it seemed like the other girls would all see something before this was over. Sophia had to admit, this was clever. She appreciated Sabrina's creativity. But what was she going to do?

Was there any way to do it sitting down? She didn't think so, so she remained standing. And tentatively, she tried bending down to see how well she could reach under the shirt. She found that she could reach the bottom edges of the panties without exposing much. But if she tried to reach the waistband with her hands, the shirt would be too high and they would see everything. So she settled on the strategy of gripping the bottom of the panties and pulling down -- a rather awkward way to remove panties but it would have to do.

All the girls watched in rapt silence as Sophia bent down and struggled with her task. The hem of the black shirt raised higher and higher as she probed underneath it with her hands. More and more of Sophia's lovely olive skin came into view until her thighs were completely visible. The others watched her shift and contort her arms to try to get a grip on her panties without pushing any higher. But she wasn't having any luck.

Sabrina could already tell just from the way Sophia's upper thigh was curving that her suspicion had been correct -- underneath that shirt Sophia was packing one impressive ass. Still sitting on the floor nearby, Sabrina had a front row seat for this, and she was taking in every detail. When Sophia switched tactics and put each hand up her side to grab the panties at the hips, the shirt rode up higher yet. Finally it looked like Sophia had gotten a grip on the panties, but at the cost of exposing the very bottom of her cheeks. With the white material of her panties stretching over them, they looked exceptionally round and full for a girl as slim as Sophia. As Sophia began tugging downward Sabrina expected the show to end. But it didn't.

Sophia realized why the panties weren't coming down -- they were stuck. It was her big butt, wasn't it? The waistband was having a hard time expanding from her slim waist over the curvature below. Her fingers barely had any grip on the bottom edges of the panties, so there was a limit to how forcefully she could pull downward. She had to help it along by yanking on one side then the other. Shimmying the panties in this way, she made some progress. Left, then right, then left, then right. She started adding some back and forth hip movement to help. Soon the waistband was stretched to the widest part of her butt and Sophia had to give her butt a big shake to get the material to come down. Finally, it moved and slid freely down the lower curve of her backside. She lowered her hands, pulling the center of the panties down from between her legs, and the shirt lowered again.

As the white panties fell to Sophia's ankles the room erupted in cheers.

Nikki, thoroughly entertained by the whole ordeal, announced "I'm impressed!"

"So much braver than she looks, isn't she?" Leslie added with a warm smile.

"She really is full of surprises," Sabrina said thoughtfully. Her eyes followed Sophia's panties as the girl stepped out of them, picked them up, and tossed them onto her cushion..

"Go, Soph! That was amazing!" Amy cheered, pumping her fist in the air.

The cheers washed over Sophia and erased any lingering embarrassment. She couldn't believe she was feeling pride over something so silly, but she couldn't help it when her friends were praising her like this. Carefully, she sat back down onto the cushion, making sure her shirt came all the way down to cover her nakedness.

Amy stood up, rubbing her hands together. "Ok, my turn to do some teasing. And I think I know who Sabrina's going to choose as my target. It's time to get some revenge for this." She pointed her index fingers at her mostly visible nipples, the hard peaks still clearly outlined through her shirt. This had worked out perfectly. Nikki was the only one of them who hadn't been targeted yet. Amy looked at Sabrina expectantly.

Sabrina made an exaggerated doleful expression toward her roommate. "Aw, sorry, girl." she said feigning sympathy. "It's only fair."

"And if you don't mind," Amy said theatrically, "take a seat right here." Amy pulled Nikki's desk chair away from the desk and turned it to face the rest of the room.

Nikki didn't mind. Amy could ask her to sit on the ceiling for all it would matter to Nikki's strategy. The psychology major had been planning her defense since the beginning of the game. The way she saw it, the other girls were going about this all wrong -- they were putting all their effort into resisting the effect of the Teaser's words. Instead, Nikki would concentrate all her effort into not hearing the words at all. It just so happened that tonight was her designated study night. She'd simply recall everything she knew about the exam material, fill her mind with it, and tune out everything else around her. Even now, as she sat in the chair Amy had positioned for her, Nikki was paying no attention to the rest of the room and was busy recalling the pages of her notes.

What Nikki might have noticed if she had been paying attention was Amy whispering something into Sophia's ear while handing the phone to her. Sophia nodded, looking down at the phone. Nikki also didn't hear Sabrina say "Freeze!" as Sophia started the countdown timer. A silent tension filled the room.

"So, Nikki..." Amy began, "you like it when I bounce for you, huh? Well, why don't I give you a closer look?" She bounced over to where Nikki sat in the chair, stopping with her chest positioned directly in front of Nikki's eyes. For just a moment, Amy gave Nikki a tantalizing close-up view of exactly how her hard nipples looked, outlined by the clinging shirt. Then she sank down to look Nikki directly in the eye and said "But guess what? Bouncing isn't the only thing I can do. We cheerleaders do a lot of stretching, and, well... I'm very flexible!"

Recognizing the cue Amy had given her, Sophia immediately tapped the phone and the beats of Charli XCX's 365 filled the room with a loud, pulsing energy.

Amy exploded into a flurry of motion, launching into what could only be described as an inexplicably expert lap dance.

Oh shit! Nikki was jolted out of her concentration by the multi-sensory assault. Shit, shit, shit! She knew I would be next and she planned this! There was no way Nikki could completely tune out the combination of loud dance music and the graphic, fluid movement of Amy's sexy body. How did I underestimate her again!?

While maintaining just enough distance to ensure that she only barely missed brushing Nikki's body with her own, Amy funneled all her physical coordination and agility into performing the sexiest dance she had done in her entire life. Her braless tits never stopped bouncing. She gyrated her ass continually all over Nikki's helpless body.

Leslie and Sophia exchanged astonished looks. They didn't know whether to be more shocked by what Amy was doing or by the fact that she knew how to do it. Even Sabrina sat in stunned silence, unable to throw out a single remark.

Nikki, meanwhile, had completely abandoned all hope of focusing on anything other than the thumping music and the visual feast that Amy was creating before her eyes. It took every bit of control Nikki had to stop her arms from reaching out involuntarily and touching Amy's body.

As the timer counted down the last remaining seconds, Amy's gyrations came to a halt and she carefully positioned her left breast so close to Nikki's mouth that her lips almost touched Amy's shirt. Breathless, Amy whispered "Ever gotten a lapdance from a cheerleader before? Don't you want to... touch?"

Nikki's control shattered completely. She leaned her lips forward, making brief contact with Amy's shirt.

Amy backed away, panting, and punched the air in victory. The music abruptly stopped, replaced by the loud beeping of the timer hitting zero.

Nikki hung her head. "I just lost, didn't I?" she asked, after Sophia had silenced the timer.

Sabrina found her voice again and used it to tease Nikki. "Even our psychology expert can't handle this game!"

"Whoa... that was intense," Sophia muttered, still trying to process what she'd just witnessed.

Leslie, who had been bouncing along with the music throughout Amy's performance, delivered a pumped up "Fuckin' go Ames!" Amy hopped over and high-fived her. Then Leslie asked, "Since when can you even dance like that?"

High on adrenaline and celebrating her win, Amy just shrugged casually as she continued to dance back to her sitting spot on Sabrina's bed. "Eh, I've watched a few videos," she answered with a playful smile.

Sophia leaned toward Amy with curiosity. "Sooo what're you gonna make her do?"

Leslie made a mischievous face. "Obvious, right? The girls are coming out to play?" Her suggestion elicited an appreciative chuckle from Sabrina.

Amy took her time and left Nikki in suspense while she caught her breath. Then she said "Simple. Nikki, since you think you're such hot stuff, why don't you prove it? Your punishment is to open that dresser, find the sexiest thing you own, and change into it. While we watch."

The room fell into a charged silence as all the other girls exchanged glances with each other. Their faces showed a mixture of surprise and excitement.

Nikki, still seated with her head hung, remembered Amy's cheer routine. Be like her. Be invincible. Own it. A smirk spread slowly across her red lips. Nikki raised her head and, one by one, met each stare without wavering. "Very well." She rose, moved to her dresser, and opened the top drawer. After only a moment of digging, Nikki pulled out a set of see-through mesh lingerie, black with red trim.

No one except for Amy dared say anything. "Come to the center of the room and hand that to Sophia while you change," she instructed.

Nikki complied, moving to the space between the two beds, and handed the lingerie set to Sophia. Sophia held it carefully and examined it up close as if she had never seen anything like it. Nikki stood facing Amy and Sabrina, her back to Leslie and Sophia.

All eyes stayed on Nikki's body as she began to undress. First, she pulled the red sweatshirt up over her head, revealing a plain black bra underneath, and dropped it to her side. Next, she slid her sweatshorts down to the floor, revealing plain black panties. Her skin was immaculate. Her body wasn't as toned as Amy's, but was healthy and lean. It was obvious that she kept in shape.

With only the slightest hesitation, Nikki reached up, unfastened her bra, and dropped it on the floor. Amy and Sabrina looked at Nikki's teardrop-shaped breasts. They were roughly the same size as Amy's, a perfect handful. Her nipples were small, dark red, and visibly erect. With the same silent graceful movement, Nikki slid the plain black panties down and let them drop to the floor, then stepped out of them.

"No comments?" Nikki asked. Her heart was racing, but she retained her poise, standing tall and straight as though her entire body were not on display right now.

Leslie and Sophia took in the view of Nikki's small, pert butt, while Amy and Sabrina dropped their eyes to Nikki's neatly trimmed mound. Her lips were clearly glistening with moisture. She's wet... and my lapdance just now has to have something to do with that... Amy felt a warmth radiate through her.

Nikki held her hand out to Sophia without turning around. Sophia placed the sheer panties in Nikki's waiting palm and Nikki proceeded to step through them and pull them up. The girls noticed how the see-through mesh fabric drew attention without hiding any of what lay beneath.

Without even meaning to, Amy mouthed a silent wow.

Nikki held out her hand again, and Sophia placed the matching bra in her palm. Nikki slid her arms through the straps and then fastened it in the front. The bra cupped and shaped Nikki's breasts into perfect globes. Her red nipples remained clearly visible through the fabric.

Finally, Nikki turned around to face Leslie and Sophia, so that they could see her from the front. Leslie's eyes went wide. This was how Nikki would look for the remainder of the game? She whispered "Who the fuck do you wear this for?"

At the moment, apparently, for you. Nikki didn't want to break the atmosphere she had created, so she didn't answer aloud. She just smirked and, without a word, climbed up onto her bed beside Leslie.

After a moment, Amy cleared her throat and said, "I, uhh, guess we need to move on."

One by one, the girls pried their eyes away from Nikki's body and looked at Amy, awaiting the next turn. Seeing that everyone was ready, Amy's expression changed. In a voice that seemed to be only half joking, she said "Sabrina! In the last round, you made poor little Sophia strip off her panties. That was very rude." She smiled and winked at Sophia. "Well, it's her turn now, and I bet she's itching to get back at you... so... freeze!"

Sabrina immediately froze in position sitting on her bed, her intricately crafted halo braid reflecting light from above.

Sophia took a breath. I can do this. I can play just as rough as the rest of them. She got up from her cushion without bothering to tend to her shirt, and crawled on the floor over to Sabrina's bed.

Amy and Leslie both noticed a small spot of glistening wetness on the cushion where Sophia had been sitting. Their eyes found each other, and they each knew that the other had spotted it. Then Amy looked down to see that Sophia was handing her the phone. Amy took it and started the timer.

Sophia kept her gaze fixed on Amy and spoke. "Thank you, Amy. You're right, it was very rude for Sabrina to make me do that. But I have a theory about it."

Sabrina's eyes were fixed straight ahead. So she couldn't see Sophia on the floor -- she could only hear. Once again it struck Sabrina how fully Sophia's voice and demeanor seemed to change when in this role. There it is again! She's an entirely different person! Now she sounds like a teacher addressing a classroom.

Sophia continued, staring up at Amy from the floor. "Just like Nikki over there can't get enough of your... tits bouncing around... well, I think Sabrina here might have a thing for... you know... big, round, butts!" Then Sophia looked up at Sabrina. "Let's test that theory, shall we? If I'm wrong, then you won't have any problem at all staying frozen during this little... demonstration." She then called out to Leslie. "Hey, Les! Bring that ass over here would you?"

Leslie, surprised to be called up to the front of the class, but curious and excited, hopped off the bed and joined Sophia on the floor in front of Sabrina's bed.

While positioning Leslie on her hands and knees, Sophia continued to explain. "I may be quiet. But I'm not dumb. I know my ass is my best feature, even if I don't make a big fuss out of it." Amy giggled quietly from her position on the bed.

Sabrina's curiosity was raging. Her whole body burned with the temptation to look down at the source of these words. But she didn't want to face the punishment Sophia would inflict, so she fought the temptation.

Now on her hands and knees, Sophia oriented her body in the opposite direction from Leslie's and slowly backed up until their butts collided. Leslie's red hair, hanging down, swung slightly as Leslie let out a small "oh!" in surprise at the sudden, unexpected impact. Sabrina's heart skipped a beat.

Once she was in position for her demonstration, Sophia hiked up her sleeping shirt around her waist. Amy and Nikki both gasped loudly. Pressed up against Leslie, the exquisite shape of Sophia's fully bare ass was now visible to both of them. Only Leslie, who was facing away from it, and Sabrina, who remained frozen looking straight ahead on the bed, had no idea what the gasps were about.

Amy checked the timer and announced, "30 seconds left."

Sophia replied, "Amy, would you please describe exactly what Sabrina is not seeing down here?"

Amy took in a breath, as if bracing herself. She leaned forward slightly and began describing aloud in a hushed voice, "Sophia... and Leslie are on their hands and knees... ass against ass. Leslie is still wearing her PJs, but... Sophia is, umm..." Amy's voice was strained. "Her shirt is pulled up... we can see everything."

"What the fuck!?" Leslie exclaimed, incredulously. She tried to look behind herself at Sophia but her neck wouldn't bend far enough. She didn't want to ruin whatever Sophia had planned here, so she maintained her position facing away from Sophia, but it took considerable willpower.

Sabrina's next inhalation was noticeably sharp as she envisioned the vivid picture Amy's words were painting of what was happening just below her line of sight. Her hands tightened their grip on the bed. Don't! It's just a trick! There's no way she's--

Amy's voice cut off Sabrina's thoughts. "Now she's rubbing her ass back and forth on Leslie's. Oh my god, now she's just... oh god... ramming her ass into Leslie's. Again. And again. Harder each time."

Sabrina's heart was about to beat out of her chest. She could hear the soft, rhythmic sound of their butts colliding. If this was a trick it was a damn convincing one. She no longer had a choice -- she needed to look. She didn't care about the punishment or anything else. She only cared about one thing.

"God, the way it ripples with the impa--"

Before Amy could finish, Sabrina was leaning over the edge of the bed, a manic expression on her face.

"You got her, Soph!" Amy called out.

But Sophia didn't stop. As Sabrina and Amy watched from above, Sophia brought her body forward and then rammed it backward, smashing Leslie's pajama-covered ass with her own.

Again and again. Harder and harder.

It was as if Sophia were trying to knock Leslie over. But Leslie's larger body simply absorbed the force of the assault. With each successive impact, Leslie's long hair swayed and she emitted a small, breathy noise -- an involuntary reaction to the physical sensation.

Suddenly, the timer started beeping, the sharp noise cutting through the intense atmosphere. Amy had completely forgotten about stopping it. The interruption was like a splash of cold water. It jerked Sophia out of her trance, and she immediately stopped her movements, breathing heavily from the exertion. She pulled her shirt back down and sat on the floor. "Guess I, uhh... got carried away there," she said, as she tried to catch her breath, "but I think I made my point. Thanks, Les."

Leslie just mumbled a quiet "Mhm" in response, her face flushed as she folded her legs beneath her.

The beeping sound also startled Nikki, who realized that with all the attention focused on the other side of the room, she had been unconsciously rubbing her fingers against her sheer panties. She quickly jerked her hand away. But no one was looking at her anyway.

Sabrina was still frozen in place, staring at the spot where the two asses had been colliding, as if replaying the scene in her memory. The only sound was Sophia's quiet panting, which grew softer and softer until she was once again breathing normally.

Then Amy spoke. But her voice sounded dazed. "Umm... so Sabrina gets a... punishment... right?"

Sophia looked up directly into Sabrina's astonished pale grey eyes. "Do you have anything see-through... like Nikki's?" she asked, her voice and expression totally flat.

Sabrina just shook her head.

"That's a shame. I guess naked will have to do then. Recline on the bed and hold a pose during the next turn so I can sketch you. Amy, give her some room." Amy got up and moved to sit beside Nikki on the other bed.

Sabrina swallowed hard, then leaned back on the bed. "You girls are... really good at this game."

"Yeah. This is the last time we underestimate you," Nikki agreed from the other bed.

All eyes were on Sabrina as she began to undress on the bed. Whereas Nikki had drawn out her performance with slow, deliberate movements, Sabrina moved with casual efficiency. Her tank top dropped to the floor, followed by the matching shorts, followed by a plain white bra and panties. Within seconds, she was completely bare and lying on one side propped up on her elbow while crossing her other arm over her chest. The pose was elegant. It suited her perfectly, and put the shape of her body on clear display without revealing the sensitive area between her legs or what her breasts looked like behind her arm.

Without saying a word, Sophia grabbed her sketchbook, opened it to a fresh page, and started drawing. For a long moment they all sat tracing Sabrina's curves with their eyes while Sophia traced them onto her paper.

Without looking away from Sabrina, Amy asked slowly, "So... who is, uhh... the target for Leslie's turn?"

Sophia's response as she continued drawing was distracted, even disinterested. "Oh... yeah, uhh, Nikki I guess."

Leslie slowly got up from the floor and joined Nikki and Amy on Nikki's bed. With the three of them sitting on the bed, there wasn't much distance between them at all.

Before Leslie could say anything, Nikki looked her directly in the eye and said, "Have I told you how gorgeous that plum color looks with your hair?" Her voice was quiet. "I've been looking at it all night." Then Nikki's eyes moved down to Leslie's chest. "That silk looks so soft..."

Suddenly, Leslie's lips and throat felt dry. She swallowed and moistened her lips with her tongue.

Amy watched the two girls beside her and felt unsure what to do. "I'm starting the timer..." she announced, a little hesitantly, and she tapped the phone screen. Nikki's head stayed tilted down, still looking at Leslie's chest, and Amy couldn't tell whether Nikki was trying to stay frozen or was simply staring.

Leslie's eyes, meanwhile, were free to roam all over Nikki's body. In a low voice Leslie said, "I've never seen lingerie like this... in person... but... it was made for you." There was no performance here. She was just talking -- saying whatever came into her head. "I don't own anything sexy like that, but... these pajamas... I love how they feel. That's... why I don't wear underwear. It's so... smooth... and soft." She shifted and flexed her arms slightly, to demonstrate how the silk moved. Then she pulled her shoulders back, causing the material to strain taut over her breasts. Immediately, Amy noticed two small bumps appear in the material.

Meanwhile, at Sabrina's bed, Sophia and Sabrina were lost in their own world. Neither of them had said a word since Sophia started drawing.

Sophia's eyes flitted back and forth between her sketchpad and each detail of Sabrina's naked form. Sabrina's head was swimming with a combination of arousal and embarrassment at her body being so exposed and kept on display for Sophia's hungry eyes for so long. To ease her own embarrassment, Sabrina broke the silence. Her voice was like honey. "When you're done, are you going to show it to me?"

Without stopping her drawing, Sophia uttered a response that didn't answer the question. "In my live-drawing class... sometimes other students model like this," She paused to focus on a precise pencil movement, then continued "...but I've never drawn someone as pretty as you. Ever."

A smile briefly flickered across Sabrina's face, even though Sophia's remark didn't sound like it was meant to be a compliment. It sounded more like an expert's objective evaluation.

"Your body is a work of art. Your legs... your waist... your breasts... your proportions are... perfect." Sophia rarely felt very comfortable sharing her inner thoughts like this. But now that she had started, she seemed unable to stop. "But it's more than that. Your hair... your eyes... your face is just... you're... breathtaking. I'm trying to capture it."

Sabrina began to blush at Sophia's candid description. Does she really see me that way?

Back on the other bed, Amy could tell that Leslie was intentionally accentuating her breasts, which were directly in Nikki's line of sight. Amy knew well how competitive Leslie could get. But this felt different. She never flaunts her tits like this... like some girls do... hell, like I would, if mine were like that. Amy glanced at the timer, which showed 20 seconds left, and wondered if it even mattered anymore.

Leslie repeated herself. "See? So smooth... and soft..." Her breathing became noticeably heavier. "You can touch... if you want. Go ahead. Feel how soft..."

Amy's eyes went to Nikki's hands, watching to see if they would move toward the silk fabric.

Then Leslie lowered her voice to a whisper and said one word. It didn't sound like a taunt or a tease. It sounded like begging.

"Please."

The single word broke through whatever restraint Nikki had been maintaining. Immediately, both of Nikki's hands shot up to Leslie's chest as if magnetically drawn there. Each of Nikki's palms covered one of the raised bumps in the silk. With a strong exhalation that sounded distinctly like pleasure, Leslie's shoulders relaxed and the silk went slack again.

With some difficulty, Amy tore her eyes away from Nikki's hands and looked at the timer. 5, 4, 3... Amy tapped the stop button to prevent the alarm from sounding, then looked back to Nikki's hands and found that they had begun to slowly slide across the smooth silk. Gently, they fondled the contours of Leslie's breasts through the pajama shirt, black painted fingernails roaming the bright plum surface. Leslie had closed her eyes and opened her mouth slightly, her breathing becoming deeper and more rhythmic. Each inhale caused her chest to rise and press more firmly into Nikki's hands.

Amy suddenly realized that she had never been more aroused in her life than she was at that moment. It seemed that the sexual direction the game had taken was having the same effect on all of them. They had been so focused on winning that they hadn't noticed how much the need was building inside them. And now it was taking over with a force that none of them would have thought possible. She looked over to Sophia and Sabrina to see that Sabrina was leaning over the edge of the bed with her mouth pressed against Sophia's. Sophia was setting her sketchbook down on the floor beside her, freeing her hands so that they could reach up and cradle Sabrina's face. The kiss was so tender! Amy just wanted to keep watching them, but the sound of a soft moan drew her attention back to Leslie.

Nikki was now gently squeezing Leslie's breasts through the pajama shirt. Squeeze, release. Squeeze, release. Amy's hands started acting on their own, raising up and squeezing her own breasts through her thin jogging shirt in a mirror of what Nikki was doing to Leslie. Her fingers found the same rhythm that Nikki's hands were following. Squeeze, release. Squeeze, release. As Nikki's hands continued to explore, Leslie's moaning intensified. Nikki reached her face down to Leslie's neck and planted a kiss just above the neckline of Leslie's pajama shirt.

Leslie inhaled sharply. Nikki's hands and lips were setting her body on fire! Suddenly the pajama shirt was no longer a necessary piece of clothing -- it was an obstacle. Leslie reached up and located the shirt's top button. Her fingers fumbled with the button until it was undone, then moved to the next.

Amy continued to watch as Nikki slid her hands down to cup Leslie's breasts from the bottom. Amy involuntarily mirrored the action on her own breasts. Then Nikki began to apply gentle upward pressure. Through the opened top of Leslie's shirt, Amy started to see cleavage forming -- small at first, but then more and more pronounced. What is she...?

Leslie let out another loud moan as she felt her breasts pushed upward and squashed together tightly. The visual effect of this under the unbuttoned pajama shirt was unbelievable. The edges of the shirt were pulled taut against an absolutely massive valley that ran down the center all the way to the next button where Leslie's hands were now fumbling.

Oh my god, if she opens that...

Then Leslie did open it, releasing the tension on the shirt and extending the opening all the way down to Leslie's stomach. Her full cleavage was now visible top-to-bottom in the gap running down the center of the shirt. Amy tried to copy what Nikki was doing and pushed her own breasts up and together through her thin jogging shirt. The motion caused friction on her hard nipples that sent a jolt of pleasure through her.

As Leslie's hands moved on to the second to last button, Nikki took her eyes off Leslie's body and turned her head toward Amy. After looking at Amy's chest, Nikki made eye contact and just smiled as if to say I see you approve.

Amy mouthed an honest wow in response, and Nikki gave a slight nod before turning back to admire Leslie again.

Amy saw that Leslie was now fumbling with the final button, her movements becoming more urgent as she worked to free the last constraint between herself and the pleasure Nikki was creating. The shirt was gaping open almost wide enough to see Leslie's nipples.

Nikki slowly withdrew her hands then reached them inside the gap and under the shirt. For the first time, Nikki's hands touched Leslie's breasts directly, skin on skin. In response, a small shudder ran through Leslie's entire body, eliciting a long, low moan that seemed to escape from deep within her. Her fingers, still fumbling with the last button, fell away before they could undo it.

God her tits must be sensitive! Unconsciously, Amy mirrored the action, pulling the bottom of her t-shirt up over her own breasts, and began savoring the feeling of her hands directly on her breasts and nipples. Warm tingles flowed outward from her chest, causing every part of Amy's body to sensitize.

From the other side of the room, Amy heard a moan that seemed to echo Leslie's. Amy looked at the other bed and saw that Sophia was now lying on top of Sabrina with their legs intertwined. Sophia was slowly rubbing herself against Sabrina's thigh, while Sabrina was doing the same against Sophia's thigh. Muffled moans came from both girls' mouths, which were still locked together.

Thinking of how it must feel for them, rubbing on each others' thighs like that, one of Amy's hands drifted down and started rubbing between her legs over her jogging shorts. Amy's pussy had been begging for attention for so long now that this small bit of relief felt like heaven. Amy's other hand continued to caress her bare breast, her fingers finding her nipple and rolling it gently between her thumb and forefinger.

Leslie and Nikki also heard the muffled moans, and turned to watch Sophia and Sabrina. Nikki spoke the first words anyone had said in a while. "Sophia, honey... if you want to make her really happy... sit on her face."

At this statement, Sophia broke her kiss with Sabrina and looked over at Nikki as if trying to register the meaning of the words. Sophia's eyes then darted back and forth to both sides of Nikki, taking in the scene on the other bed for the first time. On one side, Nikki's hands were reaching into Leslie's shirt. On the other side, Amy was half naked and openly fondling herself.

Should I? Sophia looked down at Sabrina. Her face was flushed with arousal, and her expression was an open invitation. She wants me to. They all do. Sophia raised herself onto her knees, straddling Sabrina's body. She pulled the bottom of her shirt up to her waist and held it bunched in one hand, then crawled forward until her bare pussy was just in front of Sabrina's face. With one last glance back at her friends to watch their reactions, Sophia proceeded to lower her pussy to Sabrina's mouth.

Seeing Sophia's engorged pussy coated in its own juices, Sabrina began to apply the same soft, tender kisses that moments ago she had been applying to Sophia's mouth. The juices tasted tangy on Sabrina's tongue. Sabrina began to kiss her way up the outer lips, causing Sophia's breathing to grow heavier. Then Sabrina planted a gentle kiss directly on Sophia's sensitive bud, which was already enlarged and jutting out prominently. Sophia let out a deep sigh.

Sabrina smiled. If you liked that, just wait. She paused her kisses.

In response, Sophia's pussy lowered slightly as if seeking out Sabrina's mouth. That was the signal Sabrina was waiting for. Her tongue slowly emerged from her mouth, and its tip traced a long, deliberate line up Sophia's slit, stopping at the clit.

Sophia gasped.

Sabrina repeated the motion but added more contact with her tongue.

Sophia gasped again.

Using roughly half of her tongue, Sabrina made another slow swipe up the slit. This time, Sabrina heard Sophia's quiet voice saying "Aah." Sabrina proceeded with a series of licks, each one eliciting another soft "Aah" from Sophia's voice. In between these licks, Sabrina spoke a few quiet words. "Tell... Amy... to put... her hand... in Nikki's... panties..." After the last word, Sabrina paused her licks and waited.

Amy's finger was now flicking up and down between her legs in imitation of what she imagined Sabrina's tongue to be doing.

"Amy... hand in... Nikki's..."

Focused on the sensations between her legs, Amy wasn't quite sure if she'd just heard Sophia's quiet voice saying her name. She stopped touching herself momentarily to concentrate. "What? Did you say something?"

Sophia's voice came again, louder and more urgent "Amy! Put your hand in Nikki's panties... now!" Then she let out an "Aaaaah!" in a clear response to something Sabrina had done.

Put my hand...? Amy turned to look at Nikki. Nikki was looking back at her, and scooting slightly toward Amy's body, closing the gap between them. Instinct took over and Amy's body repositioned itself to close the gap until her bare chest was pressed firmly against Nikki's back. Amy's hands flew around to the front of Nikki's body and started searching.

At the feeling of Amy's body pressed tightly against hers and Amy's hands reaching around her waist, Nikki's pussy began throbbing. Nikki opened her legs. Yes... do it, Amy!. Nikki heard more loud "Aaah" sounds issuing from the other bed and smiled. She knew well what Sabrina's tongue was capable of. Sophia was about to have the orgasm of her life. Lucky girl...

Then Nikki returned her eyes to Leslie's luscious body. Okay Leslie, let's give Amy something to look at. First, Nikki retracted her hands out of Leslie's shirt. Then, she pulled Leslie's hips toward her, guiding Leslie's body closer to her own. Leslie responded immediately, shifting closer to Nikki until their mouths were touching.

From her position pressed up against Nikki's back, Amy watched as Leslie's mouth met Nikki's. Unlike the soft, gentle kiss she'd witnessed between Sophia and Sabrina, Nikki and Leslie dove into each other with hungry passion. The sight filled Amy with a new surge of arousal and reminded her what she was supposed to be doing. She slid her hands down to find Nikki's soft, sheer panties then guided them under the fabric and down to Nikki's waiting pussy. It was practically dripping with arousal.

Wow she's super ready... okay... just do what I would want someone to do to me...

With Nikki's and Leslie's frantic kissing filling her vision, and Sophia's cries of ecstasy filling her ears, Amy began using both hands to stimulate Nikki.

Nikki's moan was deep. The vibrations travelled through Leslie's mouth to deposit a single thought into her brain. Amy must be going to town down there. Leslie intensified her kissing, putting everything she had into adding to Nikki's pleasure. Just then, Leslie felt Nikki's hands tugging desperately at her bottom shirt button.

Leslie pulled back from the kiss to take a much-needed breath of air and to give Nikki a clear view of the button. The separation also allowed Leslie to watch Amy's hands at work under Nikki's transparent panties. Amy was rubbing two fingers vigorously back and forth across the top of Nikki's pussy. With her other hand, Amy was pushing a finger into Nikki's slick opening. Oh my god, how long can she take that? Just then, Leslie felt the final shirt button popping undone and her shirt opening fully.

"Lie back... on the pillow..." Nikki managed between ragged breaths.

Leslie looked around quickly, spotted the pillow, and positioned it so that she could recline back onto it. She kept her eyes glued to Amy's hands.

Nikki felt every sense in her body overload simultaneously. Sophia's yelps were becoming louder and more urgent, signaling that she was about to climax on Sabrina's tongue. Amy was holding nothing back in her two-handed assault on Nikki's pussy. And filling Nikki's vision was the sight of Leslie's spectacular body laid back on the bed before her.

Amy's eyes were also glued to Leslie's body as she lay back on the bed. Amy's body tensed in anticipation. With the pajama shirt now completely unbuttoned, all that remained was for Nikki to open it. Then they would finally be able to see those glorious breasts in their entirety. She could feel Nikki reaching forward slightly, and Amy added a second finger to the one already buried in Nikki's pussy. She curled her fingers, trying to find Nikki's g-spot.

Amy saw Nikki and Leslie lock eyes as Nikki grasped the pajama shirt and opened it. Before them lay the most beautiful pair of breasts Amy had ever seen -- perfectly round and full with large, pale pink nipples pointing upward toward the ceiling. "Oh my god..." The words escaped Amy's breath. Leslie heard it and their eyes met. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Amy registered Sophia's voice crying out in orgasmic pleasure. But right now, nothing existed for Amy other than Nikki's pussy and Leslie's gorgeous hazel eyes staring back at her with obvious arousal.

Feeling herself hurtling toward orgasm, Nikki's fingers moved desperately to Leslie's newly exposed tits. They brushed across the sensitive nipples with feather-light strokes while Amy's hand pistoned the two fingers in and out of her. Amy's other hand started rubbing in a circular motion, centered on the clit. Nikki wanted nothing more than to continue exploring Leslie's beautiful tits forever. But her body wouldn't allow it. Her hands fell to her sides, no longer responding to her control.

As the pressure built deep within her, Nikki heard Amy's voice ring out unexpectedly. "Look at her body. She wants you to cum. Don't you Leslie?"

The last thing Nikki saw before being overrun by crashing waves of ecstasy was Leslie's flushed face nodding up and down quickly and silently mouthing yes.

Nikki howled loudly, the sound raw and unrestrained. Her body convulsed, hips bucking upward as waves of pleasure pulsed through her core.

Amy felt every tremor, every spasm, as Nikki's muscles clenched and released in the grip of climax. She slowed her hand movements, gentling her touch as she guided Nikki through the waves. Her eyes never left Leslie's.

When Nikki's convulsions finally subsided, Amy withdrew both hands from Nikki's panties, and stretched her fingers, glistening with Nikki's juices, toward Leslie.

A primal lust took control of Leslie's body. She leaned in, keeping her eye contact with Amy, reached her mouth forward, and closed her lips over one finger. She drew back, sampling the musky taste. Then, with Nikki's limp body held in place between them, Leslie sucked, licked, and slurped from one finger to the next until all the juices were gone from Amy's fingers.

Chapter 7 - A Crazy Idea

Room 6, first floor

9:15 PM

"Amy? As in my sister?" Anne asked, trying not to let her voice register as much surprise as she felt.

She was serious about her willingness to do absolutely anything to repay her debt of gratitude to Valerie. But hearing that Valerie wanted to massage Amy was so unexpected that Anne was taken aback.

Valerie nodded. "You said anything... and I... what I want is to do what you and I did earlier... but with her."

Anne still didn't get it. "Okay... but... why Amy?"

"Let's just forget I said anything okay?"

Anne could see now how embarrassed Valerie was. "Val, if this is important to you then I want to help. I'm just trying to understand--"

"Remember what you told me about Alyssa?"

What I told her about Alyssa...? Oh! Anne finally understood what Valerie was saying. She remembered how difficult it had been for her to admit her fascination with Alyssa earlier. No wonder Valerie was so embarrassed -- she was making the same admission but about Anne's own sister.

Valerie saw the understanding register on Anne's face and nodded. "Yeah, that." she said quietly.

The realization came as a surprise. But, Anne supposed upon reflection, not as much of a surprise as suddenly finding out that your friend is secretly into the goth look. Wait -- was Valerie into cheerleaders? Anne's curiosity was piqued. But she could ask about that later. Right now Valerie was anxiously awaiting an answer.

"Okay... sure. Let's do it. Why not, right? How can I help?"

Immediately, Valerie's face transformed, as relief flooded her features. Her grin spread wide, dimpling her cheeks. Her eyes were practically glowing behind her glasses. And it occurred to Anne, not for the first time, how pretty Valerie's smile was.

"Well..." Valerie began, excitedly. Anne remembered how excited she herself had been when Valerie had agreed to go snooping for photos on Alyssa's computer. It felt good to see Valerie in that same happy place.

"It's not like I can just walk in there and ask to massage her," Valerie continued. "I barely know her. She'll think I'm a weirdo. I need some kind of plan."

Anne was still trying to wrap her head around the idea of Valerie massaging Amy, but she recognized her chance to help. "No problem. We'll go see her together and I'll bring it up. Like, I'll say you've been practicing massage lately, and you worked on me when I was sore, and it made me feel a million times better. I'll talk you up until she's practically begging to be massaged!"

Valerie's face lit up. "Really? Oh Anne, thank you! You're such a good friend!" she said excitedly and, without warning, pulled Anne into a tight embrace.

Before Anne could register anything else, she felt Valerie's full chest pressed against her own. She returned the hug anyway, noticing that it felt pretty good actually, both physically and emotionally. Valerie's body radiated warmth and gratitude. And with the state Anne was in after their experience with Alyssa, the physical contact was extremely welcome.

While they continued to hold the embrace, Anne responded softly, "I just wish I could give you something as special as what you gave me." The words were sincere, but as she said them, she realized they were true in more ways than one. This evening felt like a turning point in their friendship, and Anne sensed that they would treasure the trust that was developing between them tonight long after their poor biology grades were forgotten.

When the two girls finally separated, they felt energized -- ready to tackle anything. They left Anne's room and rushed up the stairs to the fourth floor of the dorm. Anticipation buzzed in Valerie's head as they jogged together past doors 1 through 8. Outside room 9, the room that Amy and Danielle shared, they stopped and looked at each other. Anne smiled at the nervous excitement she saw in Valerie's face. Then they turned toward the door and Anne knocked.

When there was no response, they looked at each other again. Anne muttered quietly, "Are they both out? Surely they're not asleep this early." She reached out and tested the knob. The door opened, and when Anne realized the lights were on inside, she pushed the door open wider.

Anne peeked in but didn't see anyone. "Amy? Danielle? Are you there?" When there was no reply, Anne turned around to Valerie and said "Since the door is unlocked I'm guessing they just stepped out for a minute. Let's wait inside until they come back."

Anne entered the room, with Valerie following behind. A quick look around revealed nothing out of the ordinary. Familiar photos sat atop Amy's desk -- the one from cheerleading camp, and the one with Amy and Anne together at the beach in matching bikinis. Danielle's wall was decorated in a collage of all kinds of posters. In one section, A Clockwork Orange hung between Kate Bush and René Margrit's The Lovers.

As Valerie approached the collage to get a closer look at one of the art prints, she began to hear faint noises coming from the other side of the wall. She moved closer and leaned her right ear against the cold surface of the wall. Valerie was immediately assaulted by the clear sound of a girl moaning. She opened her mouth in surprise.

Anne noticed what Valerie was doing and rushed to the wall beside her. Anne put her left ear to the wall, so close to Valerie that their noses were almost touching. Their eyes met and they both knew that they were thinking the same thing. Was this really happening again? Were they hearing Amy's neighbor having sex tonight too?

On the other side of the wall, Anne and Valerie heard a female voice they didn't recognize say, "Sophia, honey... if you want to make her really happy... sit on her face."

The eavesdroppers were hit with both surprise and exhilaration simultaneously.

"Do you know Amy's neighbor?" Valerie whispered.

Anne shook her head and answered "No. But... Sophia... there's a girl named Sophia that hangs out with Amy and Danielle."

They continued listening to the soft moaning sounds for another minute or so, before a different female voice cried out "Amy! Put your hand in Nikki's panties... now! Aaaahh!"

Anne grabbed Valerie's hand and gripped it tightly.

"Amy..." Valerie whispered. Anne just looked at her in shock. They had both heard the same thing. There was no doubt about it -- Anne's sister was on the other side of that wall, participating in whatever was going on.

The moaning sounds began to intensify. Sometimes it sounded like two distinct moaners and sometimes just one. They listened for more familiar voices, and didn't hear any, but suddenly the moans sped up and reached crescendo in a wavering orgasmic cry.

For Anne, who had been trying hard to suppress the feelings of arousal building in her all evening, this was simply too much. She tightened her grip on Valerie's hand while, without evening realizing it, her other hand began to rub the outside of her yoga pants between her legs.

Valerie was completely lost within her own imaginary world, envisioning the scene as she heard it. Was Amy really in there? Having sex with her neighbor? She wanted to hear Amy's voice -- to confirm it. Of its own volition, her free hand came up and clutched her own breast through her shirt and bra. Her nipple stiffened at the contact.

Both their ears stayed glued to the wall. Finally, they heard another voice. "Look at her body. She wants you to cum... don't you Leslie?" Anne's eyes shot open wide. That was Amy's voice! And she was talking to... Leslie!? Then there was the sound of another moaning voice building toward an orgasm. This one happened faster, culminated in a great climactic shriek, and then died away.

After a few moments, hearing no more moans or voices, Anne and Valerie started to regain their self-awareness. They stopped unconsciously touching themselves, unclasped each other's hands, and began to wake up from the spell.

The situation seemed to defy explanation. How could a normal night in the girls' dorm have possibly led up to this? It felt like they had entered some kind of alternate reality. Hesitantly, Anne lifted her ear from the wall. Valerie followed. But they were still speechless -- just staring into each other's eyes. Words would not have described the feelings swirling within them in response to the auditory sexual feast they had just witnessed.

Suddenly, Anne remembered -- they were in Amy's room! At any second Amy might walk through that door and find them in there. Anne was nowhere near ready to face Amy after the things she'd just heard. She would need time to process. And right now there was no time. Quickly, Anne grabbed Valerie's hand and bounded to the door. She opened it just wide enough to stick her head out. The coast was clear. Pulling a confused Valerie behind her, Anne ran down the hallway heading for the stairwell.

As they reached the stairs, Anne finally slowed down and explained to Valerie. "We have to get out of here before they see us!" She saw the expected reaction on her friend's face as Valerie caught on. Together they rushed down the stairs back to the freshman floor.

Still panting as they entered Anne's room, the two girls collapsed -- Anne onto her own bed and Valerie onto Katie's bed. A few minutes of silence passed as each of them was finally able to take stock of what had happened. The events replayed in their heads as their breathing slowly returned to normal.

As the shock subsided, something else took its place -- an appreciation for the intense eroticism of the situation that must have been unfolding behind that wall.

As they both lay motionless, staring up at the ceiling, Anne breathed just a single word. "Amy..."

Valerie eventually responded. "What was that?" But of course Anne had no answer to that, so Valerie asked a better question. "Does Amy... do that kind of thing often?"

"No!" Anne started emphatically, but her confidence waned as she continued. "I mean... I don't think so." She paused, then added, even less confident, "But I don't know what to think anymore."

Valerie waited a moment to make sure Anne was finished, then ventured "I think... I think it was pretty hot."

"Hold on, let's take a time-out here," Anne said. "Are we sure that was what it sounded like?"

The suggestion caused Valerie to chuckle slightly. "As opposed to what? Rehearsing a play?"

Anne laughed. There was no denying that what they had heard was a group of girls having sex, and they both knew it.

The desire that was kindling inside Valerie spoke through her. "How many of them do you think there were?"

Anne attempted a tally from what she could remember. "Well, someone mentioned Sophia. Someone else mentioned Amy and... Nikki was it? I don't know who that is."

Valerie added "And Amy mentioned Leslie. So that's at least four."

Anne considered. "Danielle too, maybe? Since she wasn't in her room."

"I guess there's no telling... unless we..." Valerie started to giggle. "...ask them."

Anne laughed. "No way am I ever asking Amy about that!"

"Come on, you're not curious?" Valerie teased.

Anne laughed again. "I didn't say that." And Valerie laughed too.

For a few silent moments their thoughts wandered. Then Valerie said "I guess something must have gotten them really..."

Anne completed the thought. "Really fucking over-the-top horny? No kidding! Because I know Amy. And sure, she has a wild side, but she definitely isn't having giant sex parties on a regular basis!"

"It makes you wonder if there's like... something in the water," Valerie observed. "It seems like everyone in this dorm is having sex tonight... except for us."

The pause was slightly awkward, as Anne silently acknowledged the strange truth of Valerie's words, but couldn't think of anything to say in response.

"I can't stop thinking about it," Valerie admitted, all traces of humor gone from her voice. "Not just the thing with Amy. But... everything. Alyssa. Hannah."

"That message from Melanie," Anne added to the list. Then the realization finally struck her. "Wait! Why is Katie still not back?"

"Probably still over there having"

"Sex." Both girls finished the sentence in unison, and giggled.

Steering back to the point she was making, Valerie continued, "But yeah... all of that. Even the..."

"What?" Anne urged her to continue.

"The massages."

"Oh." Anne remembered how nice the massages had felt. "I know what you mean."

"You do?" Valerie asked.

"Yeah. I mean... it felt a whole lot better than studying, that's for sure."

Valerie paused again as if trying to gather her thoughts. While they were sharing so candidly she needed to get something else out into the open. "I have to tell you something. Promise you won't get mad?"

Anne's tone shifted to curiosity. "Val, anger is the last thing on my mind right now. Tell me."

Valerie took a deep breath and said it. "I... saw you earlier."

"Saw me?"

"After we heard Hannah through the wall. When you were naked... and I turned around so you could get dressed--"

"You peeked?" Anne interjected.

"No! No, I didn't peek," Valerie said quickly. "I just, totally by accident, saw your reflection in the mirror on the wall."

"Oh..." Anne replied. Then "Oh!" after remembering that she'd been touching herself while Valerie was facing away, apparently able to see the whole thing reflected in the mirror. Anne immediately felt flustered. "That was--"

"No no you don't have to explain!" Valerie quickly cut off Anne's attempt to rationalize it. "I mean... what I'm trying to say here is... it's not just you. I felt that way too... after what we heard."

They could feel Valerie's honest admission lightening the tension of the moment. Anne finally replied, somewhat hesitantly, "For me, the feeling... it's been getting stronger all evening."

Valerie felt glad that they were on the same wavelength. "It has for me too. Why do you think I wanted to go up and massage Amy so badly?"

"Oh, right!" Anne said, remembering their plan. "You were going to massage Amy! That whole orgy or whatever it was kind of messed that up, didn't it?"

Valerie didn't respond. During the silence, an idea began to take shape in Anne's head. It was kind of embarrassing. She wondered what Valerie would think. After a bit of hesitation she voiced her proposal.

"So... that means... I still owe you one. Right? Hear me out here. People say Amy and I look a lot alike. And, well, I know what they mean. We have the same hair and eyes and stuff. And the same clothes fit both of us. If you looked at us from the back, you probably couldn't tell us apart."

For the first time since their discussion started, Valerie moved. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked toward Anne.

Anne's hesitation lessened once she sensed Valerie's curiosity. "If I lie on my stomach on the bed... it will look like I'm... her. And... you can... massage me."

It will look like I'm her and you can massage me. Had Valerie heard correctly? Anne was proposing that she would allow Valerie to touch her while pretending that she was Amy? She's offering to... play it out. Like a fantasy. Because I didn't get to massage Amy earlier. She's... Valerie had no clue what to say. The proposal took her completely off guard. A fantasy. The word brought her back to something that had happened earlier in the evening. And suddenly her imagination was adding another dimension to Anne's idea. Was this crazy?

Anne began to wonder if she had misjudged the situation. "Say something, Val."

As Valerie replied, a smile formed slowly on her face. Yes, it was crazy. But so was everything else that was happening this evening. She was going to do it. "Oh don't worry. I'm absolutely going to massage you. But there's something I want to do first." Valerie hopped out of bed, suddenly full of energy, and held out her hand to Anne. "Come with me."

Anne took Valerie's hand and Valerie pulled her up out of bed. Then she pulled her confused friend out the door and down the first floor hallway. Anne wondered what Valerie could possibly have in mind. They rounded the corner, then continued until Valerie stopped outside the door to her own room -- room 23.

Chapter 8 - Everybody Wins

Room 8, fourth floor

9:25 PM

Having just experienced the most intense -- and certainly the most vocal -- orgasm of her life, Sophia collapsed onto the bed beside Sabrina's naked body. Her chest rose and fell with rapid, shallow breaths. She heard Nikki's loud cry of release from the other side of the room and felt Sabrina prop herself up slightly to get a better look.

Sophia was curious to get a peek herself, but the orgasm had left her body too heavy and too satiated to muster the energy to lift herself up. And anyway, Sophia found she had a pretty nice view already. By shifting onto her side Sabrina had placed her breasts directly in front of Sophia's face. This was the closest look Sophia had gotten at them. In size they were larger than Nikki's and Amy's, but smaller than Leslie's -- the epitome of perfection, like everything else about Sabrina's body. Their shape and firmness were flawless. Even the nipples were masterfully sculpted. And they were within reach of Sophia's mouth.

Sophia brought her mouth to the nearest nipple and began to lick and suck. Sabrina leaned into it with a soft sigh of pleasure. But before Sophia could really get going, Sabrina's voice stopped her.

"Sweetie, look. Look at your friends."

Reluctantly, Sophia pulled her mouth from Sabrina's nipple, and turned around to face the other side of the room. What she saw took her breath away. Nikki was sitting between Amy and Leslie. Amy's body was pressed up against Nikki's back, her arms reaching around Nikki's body. Leslie was -- oh god! -- her pajama shirt was open, giant breasts exposed, and she was slurping and sucking Amy's fingers as if she were starving and the fingers were covered in honey.

"Beautiful isn't it? Artistic?" Sabrina's soothing voice purred into Sophia's ear, warm breath caressing her neck. A memory flashed in Sophia's mind. Amy! Put your hand in Nikki's panties! Sophia had said those words, at Sabrina's direction. She had practically yelled them in her utter desperation to feel Sabrina's tongue against her clit again. What I said made this happen? Amy touched Nikki and... made her cum... and now--

"Doesn't it make you want to draw it?" Sabrina continued to purr into Sophia's ear.

"No," Sophia replied. "It makes me want to do it."

With a burst of renewed energy, Sophia hopped up and straddled Sabrina's legs. She leaned down and brought her mouth back to Sabrina's nipple, while also sliding her hand between Sabrina's legs.

Sabrina's aching pussy had been starving for attention. So when Sophia's fingers began to touch it tentatively, the feeling was electric.

"Is this good?" whispered Sophia while she moved her tongue to Sabrina's other nipple. Sabrina could only moan in response. Encouraged by the sound, Sophia inserted her index finger into Sabrina's waiting pussy. Sabrina gasped. Sophia pulled the finger out then held it up to make sure Sabrina could see, brought it to her mouth, and closed her lips around it. The taste was unexpected -- a mild sweetness, like coconut milk. Sophia returned her finger to Sabrina's pussy to collect more juices. One at a time, she inserted each finger on her hand, and pulled it out again. Sabrina raised her hips in response to the penetration.

With all her fingers coated, Sophia brought her hand back up to her mouth and quickly slurped the juices from each finger. Again her fingers tasted mildly sweet. "How can you possibly taste this good?" Sophia said, in legitimate disbelief. She brought her hand back down, coated each of her fingers again, eliciting more moans from Sabrina. This time Sophia presented her coated fingers to Sabrina's mouth.

Sabrina opened her mouth obediently and two of Sophia's fingers entered.

Sophia moved her fingers around in Sabrina's mouth to deposit the juices. She then retracted her fingers, saying "See how you taste?" Sabrina gave a small nod, looking slightly bashful. Once again Sophia was dazzled by Sabrina's radiant beauty. How could she possibly be lucky enough to share this experience with such a perfect creature?

Sophia knew what she wanted to do next, but she also knew there was no way she could do it as well as Sabrina had. She looked away in embarrassment as she asked "How do I do what you did to me? I've never..."

Sabrina reached up with one hand, caressed the side of Sophia's face, and gently brought it back to meet her gaze. "It's just like kissing. Start slow. The way I feel right now... it won't take much."

Sophia backed herself up so that she could lower her face between Sabrina's legs. Instinctively, Sabrina bent her knees and spread her legs to give Sophia access.

Sophia started by kissing Sabrina's inner thighs. Slowly her kisses turned to licks, and her licks moved closer and closer to Sabrina's sensitive pussy. From the noises Sabrina was making, Sophia knew that she must be doing it correctly. Sabrina had said it wouldn't take much -- but Sophia didn't want this to end. And since there was no reason to hurry, she took her time.

Nikki, meanwhile, was totally unaware of what was going on between Sabrina and Sophia. At that moment, she was caught between Leslie and Amy, whose minds were both completely consumed by lust. After sucking and licking Amy's fingers and hands, Leslie had straddled Nikki's leg and was grinding against it. Nikki could feel the heat and dampness of Leslie's pajamas rubbing back and forth on her leg. Meanwhile, Amy had turned Nikki's head to the side and was kissing Nikki passionately. Nikki felt like if she didn't gain some control over this situation, the two horny girls were going to smother her.

Summoning her strength, Nikki pulled away from Amy's probing mouth and muttered, "Oh my god, just fuck each other already!"

The sudden statement caused Amy and Leslie to pause, blink, and look at each other. That was her opening. Nikki disentangled herself from the two girls and raised her voice. "Off the bed, both of you!" Still startled by the sudden interruption, Amy and Leslie obeyed. Nikki hopped off too, grabbed Amy, and bent her forward over the bed. Nikki then quickly turned to Leslie, grabbed her, and bent her forward over the bed right beside Amy.

As they stood, bent over the bed with their butts facing the other side of the room, Both Amy and Leslie instinctively put their elbows down on the bed to support their weight. Before they could even realize what was going on, Nikki had one hand on each girl's butt and was rubbing it over their clothing while speaking in a firm, but sexy tone. "As much as I would prefer to see those pretty faces of yours, this is the easiest way for me to take care of both of you at the same time. And I don't think Sabrina will mind the view either, will you Sabrina?"

Upon hearing her name, Sabrina opened her eyes and turned her head to face the other bed. Her breath stopped as her eyes took in the sight of Amy and Leslie, asses both raised in the air as they bent forward onto the bed.

Rather than attacking Sabrina's pussy aggressively and making her cum, Sophia's tongue had been making slow and tentative licks all around the area and keeping Sabrina in a state of heightened sensitivity and anticipation. Not only did it feel so good that Sabrina hoped it would never stop, it also gave Sabrina the mental bandwidth to appreciate the new and exciting events unfolding across the room.

Now listening intently, Sabrina heard Nikki say "Clearly both of you need some help expressing your feelings, so here's what we're going to do." With one hand, Nikki rubbed the spot where Amy's jogging pants were visibly wet. And with the other hand she rubbed up and down between the legs of Leslie's pajamas. "First we're going to get these... completely soaked things... out of the way." While speaking, Nikki quickly grabbed Amy's waistband and tugged both the jogging pants and underwear over Amy's butt and down until they dropped to the floor. Nikki then immediately pulled down Leslie's pajama pants as well.

Sabrina's eyes went wide, as she was suddenly presented with the sight of both round asses, exposed and facing directly toward her. Amy's toned butt and thighs were smaller but still shapely. In the gap between her thighs, Sabrina saw Amy's wet pussy longing to be touched. Leslie's ass and thighs were more curvaceous, and jiggled more noticeably as Nikki stripped the clothing from them. Leslie's pale pink pussy was also peeking between her legs, visibly wet and ready. The intenseness of this visual stimulation threatened to overwhelm Sabrina. And just at that moment, she felt Sophia's tongue make a slow trail directly across her pussy. Lightning flashed through her body, and for a second Sabrina had to close her eyes.

When she opened them again, the next thing she saw was Nikki proceeding to cup Amy's pussy in one hand and Leslie's pussy in the other hand. Leaving the tips of her other fingers at the clit, she then brought her index fingers up and pushed them inside. Neither girl's opening offered any resistance to the penetration, and soon Nikki's index fingers were buried deep.

Sabrina heard sharp moans from Amy and Leslie, then Nikki continued. "Now, I'm going to watch you. And when I see something I like, I'm going to do this..." Nikki retracted both hands slightly and then pumped them forward, fucking each pussy with her index finger and pressing each clit with the other fingers. Sabrina heard a simultaneous "Aaah!" from both Amy and Leslie. She had to hand it to Nikki -- the girl knew how to put on a show. Her thought was interrupted by another long lick from Sophia's tongue. Again and again Sophia was bringing her almost to the edge, then backing off.

Meanwhile, Amy and Leslie could barely think with their minds so clouded by sexual desire. They knew Nikki was behind them and was fingering them, but they weren't fully processing her words. Physical sensation, and the need for more of it, filled their entire consciousness. Amy could sense, for example, how close her right arm was to Leslie's left arm, as they both leaned forward supported by their elbows. Instinctively, Amy lifted her right arm and hooked it around Leslie's left arm, clasping Leslie's hand. More physical contact -- that was good.

Leslie clasped back tightly on Amy's hand and they both turned their heads to look at each other. Their faces were both flushed and expressionless. As Leslie's golden green hazel eyes met Amy's ocean blue eyes, they both received another single stroke of fucking from Nikki's hands. This time, Amy and Leslie didn't just hear each other's whimpers -- they saw them. Amy's mouth opened and her tongue fell out. Leslie fixed her gaze on it.

"That's good! Holding hands! I like it!" Nikki exclaimed. "See? Not everything has to be a competition. Sometimes, to get what we want, we have... to work... together!" She emphasized the final words with three more quick pumps of her hands. Out, in, out, in, out, in.

"Aaah! Aaahh! Aaahhh!" Amy and Leslie both shouted in time with the fucking. After the last stroke, Leslie lunged her face forward and shoved her tongue into Amy's open mouth. Amy instinctively returned the kiss, leaning hard into it and widening her mouth to give Leslie deeper access. Nikki's hands started pumping furiously in and out, fucking both girls' wet pussies with full abandon. The moans that issued from Amy and Leslie were loud despite being muffled by their passionate kiss.

With such intense overstimulation, it only took a few moments before Amy and Leslie started bucking their hips and crying out in ecstasy. Nikki stopped pumping and gently removed her fingers, holding them up to her mouth and giving each a quick lick. Amy and Leslie slumped forward, collapsing onto the bed. Nikki then turned her attention to the other bed, where her hot roommate was being brought dangerously close to the edge by a certain slim girl with a fantastic ass.

While Sabrina had been watching Nikki fingerfuck Amy and Leslie into oblivion, Sophia's tongue had been moving faster and faster over Sabrina's clit. Sabrina knew she was close. Her rhythmic moans grew louder in pitch until they became whines. Her hands gripped the bed sheets tightly and her back arched as the words came out unbidden. "Oh god! Sophia!! Ooh!"

At exactly the right time, Sabrina felt Sophia's mouth suck lightly on her clit.

The dam broke. Sabrina whimpered as the orgasm hit her. She continued whimpering for several seconds as Sophia removed her mouth and the aftershocks of the orgasm spread warmth throughout her body.

Sophia looked up from behind her bangs at Sabrina, smiling, as if proud of her accomplishment. Juices glistened all over and around her mouth. Bathed in orgasmic bliss, Sabrina smiled back at Sophia, and held out her arms to pull Sophia into an embrace.

Chapter 9 - Fantasies

Room 23, first floor

9:37 PM

"Hey, Alyssa, can we come in or do you need more time?"

Alyssa heard Valerie's voice through the door and called back, "Come on in!"

She was sitting back at her computer, but dressed for bed -- in a dark indigo camisole and pajama shorts. The Metric album was once again playing through her speakers.

The door opened, and in walked Valerie and Anne, looking exactly as they had earlier. Alyssa turned to them and smiled warmly. "Hi Anne, Hi Valerie. How goes the studying?"

Valerie had to blink. She had never seen this expression on her roommate's face. It was unexpected, but it was very welcome, and it made Alyssa look especially pretty. But Valerie didn't have time to think about that right now. She was on a mission, and she had come here for a very specific reason. "Oh, the studying. Yeah, uh, fine. But I need a favor."

"Sure, whatcha need?" Alyssa responded cheerfully.

Valerie glanced over at Anne, who appeared caught between confusion and excitement, and decided to keep her friend in suspense a little while longer. Valerie walked over to Alyssa, leaned into her ear and began to whisper.

A grin formed on Alyssa's face and she raised her eyes to look at Anne. This made Anne even more curious. What is this about? What is Val telling her?

When Valerie stopped whispering, Alyssa nodded, then rolled out her computer chair in front of Valerie and said "Have a seat!" As Valerie sat in the chair, Alyssa dug something out of a dresser drawer. When she turned around, Anne saw that she was holding two small, purple hairbands.

Then Alyssa stood behind Valerie and collected Valerie's soft brown hair into her hands. Valerie removed her glasses and set them in her lap while Alyssa proceeded to separate Valerie's hair into two halves and began weaving the first half into a long braid. Anne was still unsure what was going on, but sensed that she was meant to wait and find out. She sat on Valerie's bed and tried to collect her scattered thoughts. There was something soothing about watching hair being braided, and it helped her to relax.

While Alyssa worked, she and Valerie chatted about themselves and about school, as if making up for lost time. Anne learned that Alyssa was pursuing a degree in web design, and had been doing freelance website work part-time since high school. Alyssa admitted that she felt jealous of how easily it seemed to her that Valerie was adapting to college life and making new friends in the dorm. And that jealousy was why she hadn't made an attempt to get to know Valerie. They made a promise to go shopping together for clothes and makeup the next weekend. No one said anything about the photo shoot earlier that evening, as if they somehow understood that any attempt to put the experience into words would only diminish it.

When Alyssa was finished, Valerie's hair hung in long twin braids matching Alyssa's, complete with a purple hairband securing the bottom of each braid. Valerie turned to peek at Anne with a coy smile. Anne was just looking at Valerie in bewilderment. The question was on her lips, but before Anne could speak it, Alyssa spun the computer chair around and brought her hands to Valerie's face.

In Alyssa's hands, she held eyeliner and lipstick -- the same dark purple color that she herself wore.

No! She isn't... In disbelief, Anne got up from the bed and moved to Alyssa's side so that she could watch. Valerie's eyes met hers. She's doing all this... for me? Because I told her I was into the goth look? The smile on Valerie's face confirmed it. Anne was speechless.

In a matter of a few minutes Valerie's face wore an exact replica of Alyssa's trademark look -- dark eyeliner around the eyes and dark purple lips. Alyssa backed away and smiled at her handiwork. Valerie's skin wasn't as pale as Alyssa's, and her hair wasn't as dark, but the transformation was still striking. All of a sudden, sporting this new look, Valerie's partially unbuttoned shirt and plaid skirt looked like some kind of sexy Halloween costume. Alyssa almost chuckled to see Anne's dumbfounded expression as she got her first look at Valerie.

Valerie put her glasses back on. "Thanks Alyssa, I owe you one." There was now an unmistakable excited energy to her voice.

"After how you two helped me tonight? Call us even."

Standing up to leave, Valerie looked at Anne and beamed. "Ready?"

Just seconds later, the door to Anne's room opened and Anne and Valerie tumbled into the room, hand in hand, bouncing and giggling. Had Katie been in the room, she would have assumed the girls were coming home drunk from a party. But as it happened, there was no one in the room to see how giddy the two friends looked as they entered.

"Let me get a good look at you!" Anne said, as soon as the door was closed behind them.

"Okay! Like this?" Still laughing, Valerie hopped up onto Anne's bed, lowered herself to her knees, touched her wrists together behind her back, and looked over her shoulder at Anne.

Anne giggled and raised her hands to mime holding a camera. She moved around, pretending to snap shots from various angles. Valerie arched her back, thrusting her chest out, and made provocative expressions at the imaginary camera.

Anne shook her head in amazement. "You are the absolute best! Who needs photos when I have you?" Her words were rewarded with another beaming smile from Valerie.

"Sorry I don't have the right clothes to really look--"

Anne stopped her. "No, Val, you look great! Seriously! That outfit really works for the look."

Encouraged by Anne's words, Valerie continued her act. "Maybe like this?" She began to lean forward the way Alyssa had done, but lost her balance on the springy mattress and fell to the side. Both girls cracked up laughing.

"You know... this heavy camera is making my back pretty sore..." Anne said.

Without missing a beat Valerie played along. "Well then, by all means..." She hopped off the bed and gave it a few pats. "...let's get you on my massage table and see what we can do! Now, where are those towels?"

Anne spotted the towels on the floor by the bed, and scooped them up. "Get those magic hands ready!"

She slipped under the blanket and began wiggling out of her clothes. The idea they had agreed on was that Anne would lay face down on her stomach, so that Valerie could imagine that she was massaging Amy. Okay so I just need one towel, covering my butt. She flipped over and felt her bare nipples rub against the bed. The tingling sensation added to the exhilaration she was already feeling. She positioned the towel and called out "Ready!"

Valerie started peeling the blanket back, exposing Anne's head and shoulders. Rather than being at her sides, Anne's arms were bent forward, forming a sort of pillow for her head. Anne's long blonde hair was a mess of strands over her shoulders. "Your hair... um, do you mind if I--"

Anne realized what Valerie was thinking. "Oh right! Amy always keeps hers in a ponytail. There should be a hair tie on the dresser."

Valerie smiled, relieved that she hadn't had to actually say the words can I put your hair in a ponytail to make you look more like your sister. She found the hair tie on the dresser, gently gathered up Anne's hair, and tied it in a ponytail, silently appreciating the silky texture and honey blonde color of the hair that both sisters shared.

"Better?" Anne asked.

"Perfect." Valerie moved the ponytail to one side. She then continued to peel back the blanket, exposing Anne's back, then her towel-covered butt, then her toned thighs and calves, and finally, her feet. Full of nervous energy, Valerie tossed the blanket to the side and rubbed her hands together to warm them.

Sensing Valerie's hesitation, Anne gave her a little encouragement. "It's okay. Just do whatever you would have done to Amy earlier."

"Right." Okay, this is my chance. What would I have done earlier if Amy had let me massage her? I guess I would... start at the top and work my way down.

Valerie began to rub Anne's neck and shoulders. The techniques she had learned earlier started coming back to her. Anne let out a soft sigh, which Valerie took as a signal that her technique was working. It feels so weird to be touching Anne the way I want to touch Amy The thought made her realize she was still thinking of the girl lying before her as Anne. "Anne?" Valerie said as she continued her strokes.

"Yeah?"

Valerie continued nervously. "How do I put this? Your body... it does look like Amy's -- you've got a great body by the way, you're in such good shape --"

"Thanks!"

"Yeah, it's just... I don't know... it just doesn't really feel like... you're Amy. You know? It was a really nice idea though." Valerie's palms pressed into Anne's upper back.

The solution came to Anne instantly. I have to do it for Val. She would do it for me. Anne shifted and straightened her body, then spoke, using her best bubbly cheerleader voice in imitation of Amy's tone. "So, Valerie, Anne tells me you're quite the masseuse! That's great because I've got sooo many sore muscles!"

Valerie's hands went still. "Holy fuck." She just barely breathed the words as they escaped from her mouth in surprise.

Anne, trying to stay in character, suppressed a strong urge to giggle at Valerie's reaction. "What's that, Valerie? Did you say something?"

Is she really going to--

"You seem to have stopped rubbing my back, Valerie. Is everything okay?"

Damn! Her impression is so good! And the way she keeps using my name... Valerie didn't even understand why, but she felt herself becoming seriously aroused. And the massage had barely even started. "Ah, sorry," she managed to say, and resumed her hand motions. Should I...? She tested the waters. "So... Amy...?"

"Yes, Valerie?"

Valerie's heart skipped a beat. "Um..."

Anne felt a rush of satisfaction at how well her imitation seemed to be flustering her friend. She's so nervous! It's working. Okay, hang in there Val, because it looks like I finally found a way I can repay what you did for me.

Valerie switched to a circular rubbing motion. "...So how have you been?" So lame! Couldn't I think of something better than that?

Staying perfectly in character, Anne replied "Cheer practice was a lot of fun, but it was super tiring. And now my whole body is sooo sore!"

"Right," Valerie said, speaking more naturally now, "Well it's a good thing I'm here then. Any place in particular I should focus on?"

"If you don't mind, Valerie, my low back feels pretty tight."

Valerie moved her hands down to Anne's lower back. "Here?"

"Maybe a little... lower, Valerie?"

Valerie inhaled nervously and moved her hands down to the very edge of the towel. For some reason, the images that had been playing through her imagination all evening began flashing through her mind. The sorority house. Alyssa's photoshoot. Amy's neighbors. Why was her brain doing this right now? She needed to focus on the conversation and the massage, but she was so turned on.

"What have you been up to tonight, Valerie?"

"Oh, uh, just... studying... biology."

"Biology, huh? Sounds boring. In my freshman year I was much more interested in gossip than in my classes."

That gave Valerie an idea. "Yeah, speaking of that, I heard something... interesting... about the art students. Isn't your roommate an art student?"

Oh this is getting interesting. "Danielle? Yeah that's right, she is! What exactly did you hear?"

Valerie swallowed and replied, "I heard uh, that some of them are posing for the uh, drawing class. Like... without clothes. Is that true?"

Getting a little naughty there, Val? I wonder if she would have really said that to Amy. "Just between us, Valerie, Danielle may look innocent but those clothes come off every chance she gets!" Anne was making this up, of course. She couldn't help herself. Teasing Valerie was turning out to be more fun than she'd anticipated.

Valerie's hands stopped moving again. She was picturing the drawing class, the same way she'd imagined it earlier. Danielle's naked body was posed like a statue before the class. But her pose was Alyssa's -- on her knees with her hands behind her back and her chest thrust out.

"Oh, if you're done there maybe you could get my calves?"

Valerie blinked and returned to her task, moving her hands down to Anne's right calf.

"Mmm, that's nice," Anne purred.

I can't believe I'm doing this! It feels so wrong... but Anne doesn't seem to mind. It was even her idea. So... I guess it's okay to see what she's comfortable with... Valerie's hands moved slightly higher on Anne's calf. "Interesting you should say that about Danielle. Because my roommate, Alyssa... she's kind of the same way."

Anne felt the hair start to stand up on her neck. Oh, so she's going to play it that way, is she? "What do you mean?"

Valerie was ready for this question. "Well, just between us, Amy, earlier this evening Alyssa asked me to take some photos of her..." Valerie bent down so that her mouth was next to Anne's ear and whispered, "...completely... naked."

Anne felt the heat of arousal flush up from her groin to her head. The image of Alyssa's naked body flashed in her mind, and suddenly every emotion she had felt back in that room came flooding into the present. Then Valerie straightened back up as if nothing had happened and began to massage Anne's left calf. "And Anne was there too," she added flatly.

It took Anne a moment to formulate a response in character. "Anne huh? What did she think of that?"

The slight waver in Anne's voice told Valerie that Anne was getting just as turned on by this conversation as she was. Everything Anne was saying, acting as Amy, was just pushing directly on Valerie's buttons. And the longer this went on, the more she wanted to push Anne's buttons too. It was like some kind of sexual arousal feedback loop. And she felt that they needed to play it out -- to exorcize the sexual energy that had been building in them throughout the evening. So she leaned back down to whisper in Anne's ear again. "She..." Valerie paused for emphasis.

"...loved it."

Anne shivered slightly and felt her nipples rub against the bed again.

Valerie straightened and returned to the calf massage. "Turns out Anne really likes... braids. Do you... like braids? Amy?" She felt Anne's leg twitch slightly.

"No, I uh, I mean, yeah, they're okay I guess."

Valerie didn't let up. "You guess? Maybe I need to help you make up your mind."

Suddenly Valerie's hands left Anne's calf and Anne felt a new sensation -- something soft, like a feather, tickling her back. Anne gasped slightly. Her whole body felt sensitized and warm. Is she...?

"Can you feel that, Amy? Those are my braids... touching you." Valerie didn't even know exactly why she was doing this. But she had stopped questioning herself. She was just so extremely turned on, and was simply following whatever thoughts made the heat inside her grow stronger.

"That feels, um, pretty nice. Yeah." As the braids continued to slide back and forth across her back, Anne heard the sound of Valerie's clothing rustling.

Then Valerie asked "Do you know what else my roommate Alyssa has that Anne... really likes?"

Uhh, everything? "No... what else?" Immediately Anne felt a new sensation on her back -- soft skin, but also something... hard. Anne felt another strong wave of arousal from her groin as she realized what Valerie was doing. Then she felt Valerie's warm breath against her ear again.

"She has big... soft... tits."

Oh my god... Val has her boobs on my back! I can't believe she would go that far just to tease me. I can feel her nipples. They're so hard!

"Today Anne saw Alyssa's... perfect... white... tits. But she didn't get to feel them. Can you feel them, Amy?"

Anne managed a dazed "Uh huh" then felt the sensation of Valerie's breasts pulling away from her back. Valerie's hand returned to Anne's legs -- one hand now on each of her thighs, rubbing them up and down to the edge of the towel.

"Oh, this area feels... especially tense."

Valerie was using normal massage motions, but Anne's thighs were so sensitized by her current state of arousal that the touch felt intensely erotic.

But Valerie continued. "Anyway, speaking of roommates, do you know Anne's roommate Katie?"

Anne's mind was so clouded by lust that she was almost confused by the question, until she remembered that she was acting as Amy. "Oh uh, yeah, I've met Katie."

Valerie increased the pressure she was applying to Anne's upper thighs. "Well guess what Katie is doing right... now."

Anne breathed a slight sigh and said simply "What?"

Valerie lowered her mouth to Anne's ear once more.

Oh god, she's going to do it again. Val, please, I can't take it!

But Valerie couldn't have stopped herself even if she wanted to. Softly, she whispered into Anne's ear.

"She's..."

"...getting..."

"...fucked!"

On the last word, Valerie pushed both her hands up under the towel to the very tops of Anne's thighs, just below her butt. Anne let out an uncontrolled "Oh!" She felt Valerie's hands rubbing her inner thighs, even coming near to her pussy. The lust was taking over, and Anne realized that she wasn't going to stop Valerie no matter where her hands went.

Valerie continued to probe Anne's thighs under the towel as she asked "And do you know who is fucking Katie right now?"

Anne's breathing deepened. She tried to say "No" but all that came out was "Nnn." In response, Valerie seemed to back off, sliding her hands back out from under the towel and down Anne's legs all the way to the ankles. Anne finally felt as if she had a moment to catch her breath. But then she felt Valerie's hands gripping her ankle. One at a time Valerie pulled Anne's legs apart, spreading them so that the ankles were separated by the full width of the bed.

Valerie then slowly slid her hands back up Anne's legs. When they reached the towel, instead of going under, Valerie placed her hands flat on the towel. "Her sorority sisters," Valerie whispered as she began rubbing her hands on the towel directly on top of Anne's butt.

This new sensation caused Anne to let out a soft moan.

Valerie smiled. "It sounds like you're enjoying my massage, Amy. That makes me feel... really good." Valerie continued rubbing and squeezing through the towel.. "It's too bad this towel is in the way though. I know some good techniques to work on your butt muscles."

Valerie paused for a moment, then asked, "Would it be okay if I moved the towel out of the way?" In between labored breaths, Anne moaned again. "I'll take that as a yes." Valerie pushed the towel up and off of Anne's butt, replacing it with her hands.

"Aaaahh!" exhaled Anne sharply at the feeling of Valerie's hands directly on her ass. Her breathing grew louder.

Valerie looked down at Anne's ass. It was so perfectly compact, firm and toned, that Valerie was able to grab each ass cheek with one of her hands, and move them back and forth. Because Anne's legs were spread apart, Valerie had a clear view of how wet and engorged Anne's little pussy had become. She even saw Anne's other hole winking at her as she fondled and moved the ass cheeks back and forth.

Valerie then rubbed her hands down into the valley between Anne's legs, dragging her fingers near the sides of Anne's labia, but not touching the slit. Up and down, Valerie rubbed, over and over. She saw Anne start to curl her toes and clench her hands into fists, in a clear display of ecstasy.

"Do you know who else got fucked tonight, Amy?"

Anne moaned again.

"I think..." Valerie's fingers began rubbing closer and closer to Anne's pussy.

"...you..."

"...got..."

"...fucked!"

Valerie's fingers converged on Anne's slit and clitoris.

"Aaaaaahh!" Anne exploded. She squirmed at first, adjusting to the new intensity of the sensations. But after a few moments she began to raise her hips off the bed to meet Valerie's hands. And she emitted a whimper when Valerie's hands then moved away from her pussy, traveled up her back, over her shoulders, and up her neck to her chin where they finally stopped. Gently, Valerie's hands lifted Anne's chin and raised her face away from the bed. The next thing Anne knew, her mouth was covered with big, soft lips.

Throughout the massage, Anne's eyes had been closed, shutting off all visual stimuli so that she could focus on the sense of touch. But now Anne opened her eyes to see Valerie's face bent sideways in front of hers. Valerie pulled back from the kiss and their eyes met. In those eyes Anne saw an intensity she had never seen before in her friend.

Anne thrust her head forward, desperate to reconnect their lips. Then, she slowly started to prop up her body with her arms. Valerie followed her every move so that their kiss was not broken. Anne got up onto her knees on the bed and shifted to face Valerie directly. In this position their kiss gained passion. Their mouths opened and their tongues entered. Somewhere below the kiss, their hands connected and clasped.

As Anne's mind struggled to keep up with what was happening, she felt herself pull away, just far enough to look once more into Valerie's eyes. "Val... what are we doing...?"

Valerie looked just as surprised as Anne was. "I'm just... following my instincts."

Anne's face broke into a smile as deep emotion welled up within her. Tears formed in her eyes. She pulled Valerie's whole body close and once more their mouths connected. But this time they felt something else -- something new. Their bare breasts were pressing firmly together, and each of them noticed the unfamiliar sensation of their sensitized nipples pressing into soft flesh. For that first instant it was so intense that both girls let out a soft moan into each other's mouths.

Then Anne felt her hands, still held in Valerie's, being lifted up and placed between their squashed breasts. Anne felt her palms placed over Valerie's nipples, while her own nipples pressed into the backs of her hands. Valerie's hands fell away, allowing Anne to begin touching and feeling on her own.

They continued to kiss passionately, mouths and tongues sliding all over each other. Anne heard the sound of a zipper from below, followed by the rustle of Valerie's skirt falling to the floor. Then she felt Valerie's hands on her hips, moving down to cup her ass cheeks. For another full minute they stayed just like that -- mouths hungrily exploring, Anne's hands hefting and squeezing Valerie's full breasts, and Valerie's hands caressing Anne's ass.

To Valerie, Anne's touch felt incredible. Anne was using just the right amount of pressure and movement, as if her hands knew exactly what to do. Anne, meanwhile, was mesmerized by the feel of the globes -- their weight, their firmness. Everything about them was completely new and exciting to her, having never felt large breasts before.

Finally, sensing that they both needed to come up for air, the girls' mouths separated and they took deep breaths. This put a little distance between their bodies, and for the first time they both looked down at the exquisite naked body before them. Neither girl saw the friendly study buddy they had known only a few hours ago.

Valerie saw the lithe, supple, and tanned body of a future professional volleyball player -- flat stomach and perky breasts capped with small bronze nipples.

Anne saw the soft, round curves of a sex goddess -- wide hips covered by plain cotton panties, and pink nipples atop a perfectly full round set of breasts that defied gravity and demanded attention. Unable to draw her eyes away, Anne muttered in disbelief "Is your body for real?"

Then Anne heard Valerie start to laugh and looked up to see that Valerie was laughing at something on her face. "The lipstick... look!" Anne looked at Valerie's lips and saw that the recently applied lipstick had smeared all over her mouth during their intense makeout. Anne started laughing too, as she ran to the mirror and looked at her own mouth. The dark purple smudges all around her lips looked ridiculous. Still chuckling, Anne moved to her dresser, grabbed a handful of makeup remover wipes from a box sitting on top, and handed some to Valerie.

Standing in front of the mirror, both girls started wiping the smeared lipstick off of their mouths. Anne finished first, and rushed to kneel down behind Valerie.

Valerie felt her panties sliding down her legs to her ankles, then Anne's voice from behind her. "Get those lips good and clean because I'm going to put them to use very soon. But first..." Anne began to drag her tongue up the back of Valerie's thigh. Suddenly Valerie found it very difficult to focus on wiping her lips, but somehow she managed to get rid of the last trace of the purple lipstick. Valerie dropped the used makeup wipes on the floor and gasped as Anne's assault on her backside escalated.

Anne was still caressing Valerie's thigh with her lips, while using one hand to repeatedly stroke the valley between Valerie's legs and using the other hand to guide Valerie's feet out of the panties. As she did this, Anne separated Valerie's feet from each other, spreading Valerie's legs slightly apart, and said "Bend forward and put your arms on the wall to support yourself." Valerie followed Anne's instruction automatically. This position gave Anne access to Valerie's soaked pussy from behind. Satisfied, Anne stood and positioned herself behind Valerie.

Bent forward, Valerie lifted her head to look in the mirror. She saw herself, her braided hair framing her face, and lips pressed together tightly in a look of anticipation. She saw her own tits, thrusting down and forward, gravity making them look larger than ever. And she saw Anne behind her, staring down at her ass.

Anne explored Valerie's plump, round butt with her hands. "For fuck's sake Val, how did you get this thing?" Then Anne's hands grabbed hold of Valerie's hips, pushed them slightly forward, then pulled them back. Anne repeated the action, this time thrusting her own pelvis to meet Valerie's backside with a slap. Anne repeated this motion again and again, forming a slow rhythm. Slap... slap... slap. Each contact sent pleasure coursing through Valerie. Anne's pussy grew more wet with anticipation each time she brought it near to Valerie's.

Fitting the words in between the rhythmic pounding, Valerie answered the question, watching her tits in the mirror as they swung with the force of each thrust.

"Just..."

"...lucky..."

"...I guess...ahh"

Valerie took her hands off the wall just long enough to collect her braids and set them on her back. "Pull."

Anne reached out with one hand and took the braids from Valerie. She put just enough gentle pressure on them for Valerie to feel it.

Valerie moaned. What was it Erica said? She repeated Erica's words in between thrusts.

"Spank..."

"...me... ah!"

"...again."

Anne released her hold on the braids and brought the hand back to caress Valerie's right butt cheek. Intensifying the force of her pounding, Anne raised her hand and brought it down with just enough force to make an audible smack against the buttock. The sound of the smack along with the sharp "Ah" exhaled by Valerie instantly drove both girls' lust up another level.

All movement stopped and for just a moment they were completely still. Then Valerie spoke into the mirror. "Bed?"

"Ohmygod yes."

As Valerie straightened from her bend, Anne took her hand and pulled her to the bed. There, Anne gave Valerie a brief but intense kiss, then said "Lie down on your back." Her voice was dripping with urgency. Valerie didn't waste a single moment. She hopped up and lay flat on her back.

With Valerie in place, Anne climbed on top of her in 69 position and spread her legs. Both girls felt a mouth close around their aching pussy at the same moment. Together they moaned, intensifying the feeling even more. They both wanted to make this pleasure last forever. They wanted to try licking and sucking in all kinds of creative ways. But they couldn't do that now -- the need to cum was too strong. Their moans were continuous, sending vibrations through each other's sensitive pussies. The pleasure surging through their bodies was all that existed. It was not long before they both felt themselves getting close.

When Valerie felt her climax coming, she started applying light suction to Anne's clit, while flicking her tongue back and forth across the bud. Anne responded by doing the same to Valerie. This sent both girls to the brink. Valerie issued a muffled "Mhm?" from her throat. Anne's response was an identical muffled "Mhm!" from her throat. With that, all that was left was to hold on with their mouths as long as they could.

The first wave of her orgasm hit Valerie, exploding like an electric shock through her brain. Rather than causing her to cry out, the wave caused Valerie's tongue to stiffen and her mouth to involuntarily increase its suction on Anne's clit.

Just then, Anne's orgasm shook her, jerking her head back, and pulling her mouth from Valerie's pussy with an audible pop. Before the first wave receded, the orgasm's second wave crashed into both girls, causing Valerie's head and mouth to go limp and Anne's eyes to roll up. Yet another wave of pleasure forced a long "Aaaaaaahhhhh" from Valerie's mouth as if a dam had burst.

In mid-orgasm, Anne's brain registered Valerie's moan as the most pleasurable sound it had ever heard, and another wave of pleasure overtook her. A higher "Aaaaahhhhh" issued from Anne's mouth. And for a few seconds both girls' moans overlapped in perfect orgasmic harmony, before Anne collapsed on top of Valerie and there was only silence.

Chapter 10 - Echoes

Room 9, fourth floor

9:59 PM

The door to Amy's room opened, and three satisfied but exhausted girls walked in. First was Sophia. Her oversized sleeping shirt hung down to her thighs and covered the white panties she was once again wearing underneath. Leslie was also dressed just as she had been when she left the room, in her silk pajamas with the shirt fully buttoned. Amy was wearing just her sports bra and jogging shorts, and was carrying her shirt and panties in her hand.

"Just need to... lay down... for a minute..." Amy muttered, before tossing her shirt and panties into her laundry basket and collapsing on her bed.

"Yeah me too," Leslie said as she plopped wearily onto Danielle's bed.

Sophia, having had more time to recover from her tremendous orgasm, wasn't feeling as drained as her two friends. She sat on the rug in the middle of the room, opened her sketchbook, and began drawing.

The trio were still reeling from their experience in the room next door. After only a minute or so collapsed in post-orgasmic bliss, Sabrina and Nikki had apologetically ushered the girls out, saying that they really did need to get some studying done, and had bid the girls a "Good night and be sure to come back another time."

Amy, Leslie, and Sophia had collected their clothes, dressing only as much as necessary to go back into the hallway, and said good night to Sabrina and Nikki. Now, in the silence of Amy's room, their minds were free to start processing what had happened.

All three girls felt the distinct potential for things between them to become awkward at this juncture. Sabrina and Nikki may have been experienced at having group sex together, but for Amy, Leslie, and Sophia, this was a newly broken boundary in their friendship. They had not anticipated that their game of Freeze and Tease would become so sexually charged as to completely shatter their inhibitions. But that's what had happened. And now the girls were faced with navigating the strong feelings that had arisen during the game.

As she lay on her bed, Amy's thoughts ran together in a jumble. Did I really just make out with Leslie? How did we both get so horny? If Nikki had stopped fucking us and told us to do each other... I don't think we would have even hesitated... Leslie... she sure does have some amazing tits... I kinda wish I had gotten a chance to see how they feel... but everything happened so fast... I wonder what she's thinking right now...

Leslie's concerns were a bit different. Did we ever finish the game? I remember... Sophia did that ass-to-ass thing with me, and I think Sabrina lost. Then it was my turn. Did I win? Did anyone else go after that? Who won the most turns? Was it Sophia or me?

Sophia was trying to sketch a closeup of Sabrina's angelic face from memory. I just can't seem to get the braid right. And her eyes... this kind of works, but there's something missing. I'd really like another chance to try to draw her. I wonder if she would pose for me again if I asked...

Finally, Leslie broke the ice. "So... your neighbors are friendly."

The line stirred Amy and Sophia out of their thoughts and they chuckled appreciatively.

"They are, aren't they?" Amy said.

"Especially Sabrina," Sophia added.

"Somebody's in love!" Leslie joked. Sophia told her to shut up, and then they were all giggling again. The laughter dissolved all the anxieties in their minds, until they wondered why they had even felt any to begin with. Even after what they had just been through together, the atmosphere between them was just as jovial as ever. It felt comfortable.

Amy kept the banter going. "And also... that game needs to come with a warning label!"

Leslie laughed. "It really does. And some kind of win condition too."

"Ah yes, it must kill you that we never declared a winner."

"I think we all won," Sophia quipped, and they all laughed again.

Amy was curious though. "Got any other games floating around in that brain of yours, Soph?"

Sophia's reply was quiet. "Actually... I have had other ideas... kind of... like that one."

Leslie perked up. "You have? Why did you never say anything?"

"I just thought...you might think they were weird..." Sophia hesitated. "...that I was weird..."

"Of course you're weird, Soph! That's what we love about you," Amy replied.

Leslie chimed in too. "Your weird idea was just responsible for what I think we can all agree was the best game night ever in the history of game nights." Sophia giggled while Amy nodded silently. "From now on consider us your guinea pigs. We'll try whatever game your twisted mind comes up with."

Sophia smiled. "Oh... okay... I'll come up with something good for next time."

Amy thought in silence for a few moments, then posed the half-question. "Speaking of... next time... when Nikki and Sabrina said we should come back again some time... do you think they meant...?"

Sophia completed Amy's thought. "...that they want to do that again? Yeah, I was wondering that too."

"I doubt they're saying they want to play monopoly," Leslie observed, with a chuckle.

Amy continued. "I mean... it seemed like they enjoyed it as much as we did."

Sophia nodded, her expression serious. "So we all agree that's what they meant?"

Leslie voiced her next thought. "Even if they did... how would we do it? Just go knock on the door and ask if they wanna fuck?" There was more giggling.

"Or maybe something slightly more subtle," Amy remarked, "Like... whatever idea Sophia comes up with, we go over and ask if they want to try it with us."

"Just like tonight," Sophia noted.

"Just like tonight," Amy confirmed.

"I'd be down for that," Leslie said, "I mean, now that I know your neighbors, I suddenly have a lot less interest in the games we used to play."

It felt good to Amy that they were all able to acknowledge, by joking around like this, how good the sex had been. No one seemed to have any regrets. In fact, everyone appeared to be smiling as Leslie's words conjured memories of how intensely erotic the game had grown.

"You're not kidding," Amy said. "I can still picture Nikki standing there in the middle of the room, stripping completely naked like it was nothing." She remembered the scene, how Nikki had revealed first her breasts then her pussy, before putting on the see-through lingerie. Leslie and Sophia remembered too, how Nikki had looked from behind as the panties came down.

Then Leslie said, with more seriousness, "Or Sabrina, posed on her bed, with that hot expression on her face while Sophia drew her." That reminded her. "Oh! Soph, can we see that drawing?"

Sophia didn't usually like to let others see her sketchbook, but she understood their desire to see that particular sketch. She wanted to look at it again as well. So she flipped to the page with the drawing of Sabrina and handed the sketchbook to Leslie. "I didn't really finish..."

Leslie studied the drawing. "Wow... Soph..."

Leslie's reaction made Amy even more curious. "Can I see?" she asked, and Sophia brought her the sketchbook.

Amy knew next to nothing about art. But as she looked at Sophia's drawing of Sabrina, reclining naked on the bed, the impression Amy got was that of pure adoration. The delicate shading. The attention to detail. It felt less like a rendering and more like an act of worship. This drawing... maybe she is in love.

"All I can say is... I hope, someday, someone sees me this way," Amy said, and handed the sketchbook back to Sophia, who just blushed and took it back without comment.

Sophia returned to the rug and set down her sketchbook. As she was about to sit, she looked over at Leslie, who was lying on Danielle's bed lost in thought. Sophia remembered how wonderful it had been to share a bed with Sabrina, and feel her warmth, however briefly. Suddenly a soft bed seemed very inviting. Instead of sitting on the rug, Sophia approached the bed and sat on the edge beside Leslie. Quietly she asked, "Do you mind if I join you?"

"Of course! Here!" Leslie scooted over, turning onto her side to make room. "There's plenty of room if we just cozy up a bit."

Sophia laid down on her side beside Leslie. There was enough room that they weren't quite spooning, but they were close.

The closeness felt right somehow to Leslie. She sensed that Sophia wanted to say something, so she reached up and began gently stroking Sophia's hair, as if the soothing action would encourage her.

After a moment, Sophia said "I guess we all agree that Nikki and Sabrina are both pretty hot. But... what about those moves Amy was doing when she did that dance for Nikki?"

Leslie perked up. "That's right! Ames, holy shit, where did that come from? And can you teach me?"

Amy giggled. "It was the only thing I could think of to win. Like I said, I've... watched a few instructional videos to learn the basics. It's really not all that different from some of the moves in our cheer routines. But... I've never done it... for someone... before. I just followed the music and more or less made it up as I went. And I was super nervous the whole time." A look of curiosity came over her. "Did it really look that good?"

"It was amazing," Sophia answered. "Any of us would have cracked!"

Amy smiled. "Wow. Thanks."

Sophia and Leslie both pictured Amy's sexy and energetic lapdance -- her body bouncing and flexing to the beat of the music. They remembered how Amy had ended with her chest almost touching Nikki's lips.

Amy continued. "But nowhere near as hot as that stunt you pulled with Leslie to break Sabrina. How did you even come up with that?"

"Yeah... it felt like you weren't holding anything back," Leslie added.

Shyly, Sophia answered. "I told you... sometimes I have ideas..."

Leslie was still stroking Sophia's hair. "Well that idea was pretty... intense." She paused, reliving the experience in her mind.

Everyone was quiet for a moment so Leslie continued. "And then you had Amy say out loud what you were doing? Holy shit..." Leslie had been forced by the situation to listen to Amy's commentary while sitting still on her hands and knees, unable to turn around to see. All the while, her butt was being pounded over and over again by Sophia, and was feeling the shockwave of each impact all the way to her pussy.

Amy thought, too, of the view she'd had from above as Sophia's shapely rear bounced repeatedly against Leslie. The thought of Leslie made Amy recall what had happened next. "Didn't look like you were holding back either, Les, sticking your chest out for Nikki. Getting her to touch you."

Sophia perked up. "What? Did I miss something?"

"Ohh yeah. While you were drawing Sabrina, Leslie was practically begging Nikki to feel her up."

This surprised Sophia. "You did that? That's really hot." Then, as Leslie continued to stroke her hair, Sophia's body subtly shifted, closing the distance between their bodies. She felt Leslie's softness against her back. "How did she touch you?"

Leslie took a moment to answer. "She, umm... put both of her hands on... my shirt... and... started... gently... feeling..."

"Your boobs?"

"Mhm."

Sophia imagined what that would have looked like to Amy, who had been sitting there watching as Nikki started groping Leslie's large breasts. Had Amy wanted to join in and feel them too, but been too unsure if she should?

At the mention of Leslie's breasts, the memory of Nikki sliding Leslie's shirt open filled Amy's mind. She suspected it would be an image that she would remember for a long time. And she doubted that she would ever see a set of tits that magnificent ever again. Her hand involuntarily moved up to give her breast a discreet squeeze through her sports bra.

Eventually Sophia spoke again, her voice soft. "Do you think I'm as sexy as Nikki?"

Leslie and Amy started at the same time. "Soph--" Leslie stopped to allow Amy to say it. "You totally are! When you were taking off your underwear under your shirt? I couldn't take my eyes off you!"

Leslie joined in. "Same here! Why do you think Sabrina made you do that in the first place?" And then, a little quieter, "We all wanted to see what was under that shirt."

"Really? You both wanted to see... me?"

Leslie avoided giving a direct answer. "Soph, trust me -- you are gorgeous. I bet Amy wishes you were over there cuddling with her right now instead of with me."

"Cuddling does sound really nice right now," Amy admitted. "I wish this bed were big enough for all three of us."

Sophia turned around and looked at Leslie, who nodded and whispered, "Go." Sophia pulled away from the warmth of Leslie's body, hopped over to Amy's bed, and playfully told Amy to scoot. Amy turned to her side, allowing Sophia to lie down and snuggle her body from behind.

Sophia's hands came around Amy in an embrace. "Better?"

At the contact of Sophia's bare legs against her own, and of Sophia's hands wrapped around her waist, Amy felt a warm tingle throughout her body. "Mm," she confirmed, and pushed her body backward to meet Sophia's.

Leslie watched from the other bed as Sophia embraced Amy. Because they were facing away from her, Leslie could see that Sophia's snuggling position had pushed the bottom of her sleeping shirt up to her hips. Leslie's eyes were drawn to Sophia's shapely rear end, only covered now by the tight white panties she wore. While she admired the view, Leslie felt a renewed pang of jealousy that she hadn't been able to see Sophia's bare ass during the game. These persistent reminders of how much the game had turned her on were making her horny again. Discreetly, she brought her hand around to her backside and started rubbing between her legs from behind. Just a quick little touch won't hurt. Stay like that, Soph. Please don't cover back up.

Sophia was enjoying the feeling of snuggling up to Amy's warm body. She said she couldn't take her eyes off me earlier... that I'm just as sexy as Nikki. She never suspected that Amy and Leslie thought of her as being attractive -- in the way that they obviously were. The feeling was intoxicating. "That was really nice... what you said just now."

"I meant it," Amy replied sincerely. "You have no idea how hot you looked straddling Sabrina's face."

The memory of having her pussy kissed and licked by Sabrina, while the other girls watched from the other bed, elevated Sophia's arousal to a higher level. Her thighs began to rub together slightly. "Probably about as hot as you looked with your hand down Nikki's panties. Right, Les?" A distracted "Mhm" came from the other side of the room.

Amy suddenly felt hot and flushed, as she remembered what she had done with her hands to Nikki. She had used the same motions which, when she used them on herself, always made her cum quickly. But Nikki had held out for an impressive amount of time, only reaching her explosive climax when Amy had whispered in her ear that Leslie wanted her to cum. The memory of it made Amy's own pussy start to throb again now as it had then.

"Leslie got a better view of it than I did," Sophia continued. "But I heard how Nikki screamed, when she..." Sophia took a deep breath. "What was it like? Doing that to her?" Sophia's hands slid around Amy's waist to her stomach.

Amy felt another surge of arousal through her pussy and breasts. She wished Sophia's hands would keep moving -- keep touching her -- but they didn't. "It was..." She was too distracted by desire to formulate a response.

Sophia closed her eyes and tried to picture herself in the position Amy had been in, fingering Nikki from behind. "Anyway, seeing you do that... it made me... want to do it to someone too."

God Soph, don't say things like that right now... when I'm already so worked up that I just want to--

"In this position..." Sophia started, then stopped.

"What?" Amy breathed.

"Well... it would be really easy for me to... reach down and... do that to you."

Amy stopped breathing.

"Would you...want me to do that?"

Amy didn't just want it. She needed it. She would have given anything for it. But all her voice could produce was a whisper. "Yes."

And it was at that moment that all three girls were jolted from their thoughts by three loud knocks at the door.

Chapter 11 - An Even Crazier Idea

Room 6, first floor

10:03 PM

The dorm room was a mess. Discarded massage towels and makeup wipes lay scattered across the floor along with clothes and underwear. But for Valerie and Anne, nothing existed outside of the blanket under which they lay on the bed, holding each other close. At some point the hair tie had been removed from Anne's hair and cast aside to join the other items strewn on the floor. Valerie's hair was still in the twin braids that Alyssa had woven to match her own, and Anne was examining one of the braids as it lay across Valerie's neck.

"I wonder if Katie is ever going to come back," Valerie mused.

Anne giggled. "Things at the sorority must be going... pretty well."

Valerie giggled too. "Can you imagine... if she started living at the sorority house and you had this room to yourself for the rest of the semester? The things we could do here?"

Anne's smile faded. "If you say that... I'm going to start hoping for it. And..."

"And what? Coming up with ideas?" Valerie said playfully. She ran her fingers lightly down the side of Anne's face, and the smile returned.

"I've got plenty of those already."

"Oh, do you now?" Valerie giggled and started rubbing her toes against Anne's leg. "Well I'm all ears!"

"For starters, just think of all the time we'd have to study for biology exams," Anne joked, and they both laughed.

The joke reminded Valerie of how little studying they had accomplished tonight. "We are so going to fail bio," she said.

They shared a few moments of silence while Anne's fingertips traced slow circles on Valerie's hip. Then Anne said "What a night, huh?"

"I know. And it all started with that massage ad."

"Thanks to that, we found out you have, like, magical massage super-powers!" Anne chuckled.

Valerie responded by moving her hand down to give Anne's butt a squeeze. She smirked. "I'll massage you any time."

"Then I might just start complaining about soreness a lot more often." As she spoke, Anne's fingertips moved to the side of Valerie's breast. "Seriously though... have you ever cum that hard before?"

"Not even close. You?"

Anne shook her head. "I didn't think it was possible to feel like that." She squeezed her arms a little more tightly around Valerie.

Valerie slid her fingers up to Anne's lower back and asked, "Are you up for one last bit of gossip?"

"What's on your mind?"

"Tell me about... Sophia and Leslie."

Anne squinted. "Are you still thinking about what we heard upstairs earlier?"

Valerie nudged Anne's leg with her foot. "Aren't you? Don't you want to know how to get invited to those kinds of parties?"

Both girls giggled, but Valerie allowed her question to hang.

"Wait, are you serious?" Anne said.

"I mean... yeah!" Valerie replied. "Are you telling me you wouldn't want to experience whatever was happening in there?"

Anne considered her response. "Well, sure, when you put it that way." Then she added, "It's just a little weird for me because Amy was in there."

"There were also a lot of other people besides Amy in there," Valerie reminded her. Gradually she saw the gears begin to turn in Anne's mind.

"True..."

Valerie continued to slide her fingertips slowly across Anne's body. "Do you think they... do stuff like what we just did?"

Anne smirked. "Stop making me curious!"

Valerie's eyes lit up. "Now there's the Anne I know!" Her fingers moved to just below Anne's breast. "So we're both curious, right? Help me picture it. What do Sophia and Leslie look like?"

Amused at the glint in Valerie's eye, Anne responded, "Well... I've only met them a few times. I don't know them very well. But... Sophia... she looks kinda... mediterranean? I guess? That olive complexion thing you know? Dark hair. Kind of slim build."

Valerie was getting more excited now, and moved her fingers into the cleft between Anne's breasts. "Go on..."

Anne began to rub her hand along Valerie's thigh. "Leslie... is uh, fair-skinned I guess you'd say, like Katie. Except..."

"Except what?"

"Except she's not petite like Katie. She's kind of... noticeably big... up top."

"Oh," Valerie purred. She took Anne's hand and placed it on her own large breast. Innocently she said, "Like this?"

Anne felt the nipple stiffen under her hand. "Yeah. Like that."

Valerie began to toy with Anne's nipples. "I'm starting to get a picture now. But... you left out the most important thing: what do you think of them? Are they... you know... hot? Have you ever... thought about them?" She felt Anne's nipples responding to her touches.

Anne closed her eyes. Her hand still cupped Valerie's full breast as she tried to picture Leslie and Sophia. Leslie definitely had the type of looks that got people's attention. Anne had honestly been a little intimidated by Leslie -- not only by her appearance but also by her intensity. Sophia, on the other hand, was entirely different. She didn't stand out in a crowd, but anyone who did notice her would find her shy cuteness immediately endearing. Suddenly an image came unbidden to Anne's mind. She pictured Leslie seducing Sophia -- kissing her lips, then her neck, then her ear. "Yeah..." she muttered. "I guess... they are." She realized her answer. "The are hot. My sister's friends are hot."

Valerie giggled and stopped tweaking Anne's nipple. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"

"So you think we should... try to get them to... include us? Next time? How would we do that?"

Valerie worked out an idea out loud. "Well... I imagine they want to keep whatever it is they're doing private, right? What if... we tell them that we overheard everything. And we swear to keep it a secret as long as they agree to include us next time."

Anne pondered this. Obviously she and Valerie weren't actually going to tell anyone else what they had heard. But Amy, Leslie, and Sophia didn't know that. "What if they call our bluff?"

"Then we go next door and try the same pitch on Amy's neighbors -- see what they say."

Anne nodded slowly. That sounded like it might work. "I guess we have nothing to lose by trying."

Valerie sat up and smiled. "Right? And they have nothing to lose by agreeing. I think there's a good chance we can make this work!" She slid off of the bed and began searching the floor for her clothes.

"Wait, you want to go now?" Anne asked, startled.

"Now is our best chance to talk to Amy, Sophia, and Leslie all together. They might all still be there. And besides, I'm too excited to go to bed right now. Aren't you?"

Anne realized Valerie was right. She jumped out of bed and they both got dressed in a rush, not taking the time to bother with panties or bras. Anne threw on a t-shirt and pajama pants while Valerie pulled up her skirt and buttoned her shirt.

Looking at Valerie, Anne said "Wait, let's get rid of that eyeliner and get your hair back to normal. I'd rather not have to explain that when we get there." Valerie giggled and set to work wiping off her eyeliner while Anne undid the braids.

As more makeup wipes littered the floor, it occurred to Valerie to ask "Is Katie going to be mad about the mess in here?"

"Nah," Anne replied. "If Katie does come back tonight she's going to have way too much on her mind to notice a messy room."

Valerie chuckled at that thought. And with her original appearance restored, the two left the room together in a rush of excitement for the fourth and final time that night.

Chapter 12 - Roll With It

Room 9, fourth floor

10:14 PM

Amy's shock quickly turned to confusion. Who would be knocking at her door this late in the evening? Danielle might come back unexpectedly, but she would just come in without knocking. Whoever it was, they had lousy timing. Amy could feel Sophia's soft, warm body pressed up against her back. And Sophia's hands, wrapped around Amy's stomach, had been just about to slip under Amy's jogging shorts where her pussy was getting wet in anticipation of being touched.

Maybe if I don't answer they will go a-- Three more knocks interrupted the thought. Amy's confusion turned to irritation and she called out "I'm busy right now, who is it?" Sophia and Leslie merely stayed silent and motionless as if they were still playing Freeze and Tease.

Amy recognized her sister's voice call back from the other side of the door. "Amy! It's Anne! I need to talk to you!" Amy's irritation turned back to confusion. Anne was at the door? Reluctantly, she climbed over Sophia and off of the bed. Whatever might be going on right now between Amy and her friends, her sister was more important. Amy needed to at least make sure Anne was okay before sending her away and getting back into bed with Sophia.

On her way to the door, she heard Leslie whisper "Anne's here?" She glanced over, saw Leslie's confused expression, and returned a look that said she was equally confused. She couldn't think of a reason Anne would be here right now unless something was wrong. Remembering that she didn't have a shirt on over her sports bra, Amy opened the door just wide enough to look out into the hall. She saw Anne's smiling face and sparkling blue eyes and felt relieved -- Anne didn't look upset at all, she must be okay. Then Amy saw Anne's friend Valerie standing beside Anne and also smiling. What on earth are the two of them doing here?

Looking back to Anne, Amy tried not to sound as irritated as she felt by the intrusion. "Anne, is this important? It's really not a good time."

Surprisingly Anne's smile only widened, and in a casual tone, as if she had completely missed the urgency of Amy's words, she said "Hey Ames. You remember Valerie, right? The two of us have something we need to talk to you about."

"Can it wait until tomorrow? Like I said, I'm busy."

Anne was still grinning. "Busy? With Leslie and Sophia? Like you were busy next door earlier?"

Amy's mouth fell open. "What?"

"That's what we want to talk to you about. How about letting us in so we don't have to talk through the door."

Still dumbfounded, Amy said, "Look, I don't know what this is about, but come back tomorrow," and pulled her head back so that she could shut the door.

"Fine," Anne said quickly. "I guess we'll just go talk to your neighbors about it."

Alarm bells went off in Amy's head. Anne was going to talk to Sabrina and Nikki? Why? What would she say to them? And, more importantly, what would they say to her? Apparently Amy was going to have to hear them out. But she didn't want to do it in the hallway. She opened the door wider. "Okay, you win. Now get in here and tell me what this is about."

With the first step of their plan accomplished, Anne and Valerie entered the room looking triumphant, and shut the door behind them. Anne's eyes immediately went to Leslie, who was sitting up on one bed wearing some kind of pajamas, and then to Sophia, on the other bed, wearing what looked like an oversized sleeping shirt. Are they having a sleepover or something? Where's Danielle? But their plan required that they act like they knew exactly what was going on, so she didn't let her face betray her confusion.

Valerie's gaze was immediately drawn to Amy, standing in the middle of the room in just a sports bra and skimpy shorts. Valerie felt nervous excitement rising within her. Could they really go through with this? Amy was just so incredibly sexy, even as she crossed her arms in front of her chest and fixed an expectant look at Anne.

Leslie was eyeing Anne as well. In her horny state, Amy's cute younger sister was not an entirely unwelcome sight -- even though her arrival had disrupted the perfect view of Sophia's backside that Leslie had been thoroughly enjoying. And her friend's really cute too... Leslie found herself not minding the intrusion at all anymore, but she was still curious to know what it was about. "Anne?" she prompted.

Anne turned her smile to Leslie, then Sophia. "Hey Leslie. Hey Sophia." Then, with a nod toward her friend who hadn't spoken yet, Anne said, "This is Valerie."

"Hi Leslie, Sophia. I'm really happy to meet you!" Valerie's greeting carried more excitement than Leslie had been expecting. Did she always sound this excited? Then Valerie looked at Amy and said, in a slightly quieter voice, "Hi Amy. Thanks for letting us in. We're sorry for... interrupting..."

Amy's eyes narrowed in confusion at Valerie's remark. And with a mix of curiosity and impatience, she asked "Anne, what is this?"

Anne replied quickly. "Relax. We're not here to ruin your fun. In fact, just the opposite." She took a deep breath as if to prepare herself. "Valerie and I... we want to join you all."

With a burst of nervous energy, Valerie continued for Anne. "Before you say anything, hear us out." Leslie, Sophia, and Amy all turned to look at her. Valerie continued, nervousness causing her to run her words together breathlessly. "Earlier tonight when you were next door we came here looking for you but you weren't here you were next door and while we were in here we totally accidentally heard noises through the wall and we listened and we heard everything that happened over there."

Anne took over to give Valerie a chance to breathe. "We heard all the things you were saying to each other... and telling each other to do... and... we heard how much you were enjoying it..."

Before anyone could reply, Valerie continued. "At first we were a little freaked out but then we realized that it was actually kinda hot and we couldn't stop thinking about it and wondering what it would be like if we were there too so we just wanted to come here and tell you that you don't have to worry about us telling anyone else because all we want--"

"--Is to be a part of it," Anne finished as Valerie ran out of breath.

There it was. They'd said it. But it hadn't gone at all like Valerie had imagined. She had envisioned herself and Anne confidently asserting their proposition and leaving Amy with no choice but to concede. But standing there face to face with the three older girls, it was all they could do not to trip over their words. Instead of sounding persuasive they had sounded almost apologetic. And she wondered if this had been a bad idea.

When the dots connected in Leslie's head, she couldn't help but be impressed. This was a pretty bold move for a couple of freshmen. So we just go knock on their door and ask if they wanna fuck? Leslie remembered the line she had spoken earlier, as a joke, when they were talking about Nikki and Sabrina. But that's basically what Anne and Valerie are doing right now. And all because they heard us with Sabrina and Nikki earlier? Damn, they must really want this! But... Anne? Amy's little sister? How is Amy going to feel about that? How do I feel about that? I guess... she's cute as hell and has a body like Amy's... so... how could I say no?

Sophia was conflicted about what she was hearing. On one hand, she really liked how the atmosphere had been with just herself, Amy, and Leslie. She was comfortable with them. But on the other hand, the addition of more girls to the group would bring more possible dynamics for all the kinds of sexy ideas her mind came up with. Even as she felt the debate stirring inside her, she was already thinking of games involving multiple teams of girls. If Nikki and Sabrina could join in too this could be really amazing. But... they would need a bigger room. And bigger beds.

Leslie and Sophia both looked at Amy, but Amy was at a loss for words. She was struggling to accept the reality of the situation. Had Anne and Valerie really just shown up out of nowhere, interrupting what might have become Amy's second spontaneous group sex session of the evening, and asked to... to join in? This had to be some kind of joke. She looked back and forth between Anne and Valerie, searching for any trace of humor in their expressions. But there was none. They were serious about this. What the hell was going on tonight?

Valerie took Amy's stunned silence as a good sign. If she wasn't immediately rejecting the idea, then that meant she had to be considering it. And that meant she just needed more convincing -- she needed to see how serious they were about this.

An idea came to Valerie and she acted quickly. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she said, "Too confusing? Fine, we'll make it simple." She turned toward Anne, took Anne's face in her hands, and brought their mouths together.

Anne's eyes went wide. This hadn't been part of the plan. But as soon as she felt Valerie's tongue slide across her lips, she realized it was a great idea. This would push past all the other issues and bring everyone's thoughts back to sex. Instead of talking about it, maybe they could just make it happen. Anne opened her mouth, inviting Valerie's tongue to enter, and wrapped her arms around Valerie's waist to pull her closer.

After a deep, prolonged kiss, Valerie pulled her lips away. She used her hands to gently tilt Anne's head back, exposing Anne's neck. Then Valerie put her tongue flat against Anne's neck and slowly licked upward, stopping at Anne's chin. Immediately she repeated the action on another part of Anne's neck.

Valerie's tongue was driving Anne crazy. If I'm getting turned on by this, there's a good chance they are too. But if we really want to win them over we have to step it up. How can I make this hotter? Anne's hands moved down to grip Valerie's butt over her skirt. Anne rubbed and squeezed, causing the skirt to ride up slightly on Valerie's thigh. Then Anne slid her hands up to the front of Valerie's body, stopping to squeeze and fondle Valerie's tits through her shirt. Since Valerie wasn't wearing a bra, Anne could feel through the fabric that Valerie's nipples were starting to become stiff.

As Valerie completed a lick of Anne's neck, Anne lowered her face to meet Valerie's tongue with her mouth. She grabbed Valerie's outstretched tongue with her lips and began sucking. Valerie got the idea. She kept her tongue fully extended, allowing Anne to make a big display of sucking on it. Anne even bobbed her head back and forth a few times letting Valerie's tongue pass in and out of her mouth.

The sexy performance was having its intended effect on Leslie. Her eyes were glued to Anne's mouth as it sucked and played with Valerie's tongue. She had never seen anyone do that. Holy shit that looks hot! And these girls are asking to have sex with us? I'm so sorry Amy but there is no way I'm not fucking your sister.

Leslie watched as Anne moved her mouth down from Valerie's tongue and started licking and kissing Valerie's neck. Then Leslie's eyes were drawn down to Valerie's hands reaching up under Anne's t-shirt. Only a bit of Anne's midriff was exposed, but Leslie could see Valerie's hands moving under the t-shirt playing with Anne's breasts. Leslie wanted to glance over at Amy, to see her reaction, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from this display.

Amy had given up trying to figure out what was going on with the events that kept happening tonight. First with Nikki... then I kissed Leslie... then cuddling with Sophia. All night I've just been going with the flow and... everything has felt amazing. No one's been upset or hurt by any of it.

Amy watched the loving tenderness that Valerie and Anne were exhibiting toward each other. All they want is to make each other feel good. That's the same thing Leslie and I felt earlier when we kissed. And it's what Sophia-- Suddenly Amy remembered. Sophia! She was going to... touch me. She wanted to... Amy felt her body walk toward her bed where Sophia sat staring in awe at Anne and Valerie. She watched her friend intently for a moment, then stroked Sophia's hair and whispered "Are you okay with this?" Sophia didn't look away from Anne and Valerie, but her head gave a small nod. Amy smiled.

Sophia was trying to commit the scene in front of her to memory, so that she might draw it later. She watched the delicate movements of Anne's hands as they traced the curves of Valerie's breasts over her shirt and the answer to her internal debate became clear. I do want them to join us. I do want to be with Amy and Leslie... and do those things with them. And I want Anne too. And Valerie. I want all of it.

She scooted over on the bed to make room and felt Amy sit down beside her. Sophia continued to watch as, after one last kiss on Valerie's neck, Anne raised her eyes level with Valerie's. For a few moments, Anne and Valerie just stared intensely into each other's eyes, as if trying to pleasure each other with just their eye contact. Just then, Sophia felt a soft kiss on the part of her shoulder exposed by the extra large neckhole of her sleeping shirt. "Amy," she sighed, and put her hand on Amy's thigh.

Leslie's pussy was aching. Her interrupted self stimulation earlier had left her in a state of desperation that, after watching Anne and Valerie, was now reaching the boiling point. Finally tearing her eyes away to glance at the other bed, Leslie saw that Amy and Sophia were sitting together, their mouths locked in a kiss. That was all she needed. Fuck it. I'm doing this. She got up from the bed and slowly came up behind Anne who was occupied with squeezing Valerie's large breasts through the thin shirt.

From behind Anne, Leslie made silent eye contact with Valerie, then gripped the bottom of Anne's shirt and began to lift. Valerie recognized Leslie's intention and gripped the shirt as well. Together, their four hands lifted Anne's t-shirt. Anne instinctively raised her arms and the shirt came up over her head.

After discarding the shirt on the floor, Leslie's hands hooked into the waistband of Anne's pants. Valerie quickly did the same, and together they pulled the waistband down over the swell of Anne's butt and onto the floor where Anne stepped out of them. Anne, now fully nude, gave Valerie a quick kiss on the mouth, then turned to face Leslie. Leslie took Anne's hand and led her to Danielle's empty bed.

Valerie smiled as she watched them go, then then turned toward Amy's bed. This is my chance.

Sophia and Amy sat in close proximity on the bed, slowly kissing, with their hands moving slowly up each other's thighs. Sensing Valerie's approach, they both turned to her, smiled, and extended a hand in her direction. Valerie grasped their outstretched hands and was pulled onto the bed to join them in a three-way kiss. As lips and tongues caressed each other, hands began to reach out in blind exploration.

Sophia, sitting between Amy and Valerie, felt each of them snake a hand under her sleeping shirt and trace the edges of her panties. Valerie felt a palm on each of her sensitive breasts, groping them through her shirt. Amy felt a hand slide up her inner thigh and under her jogging shorts, then another hand sliding over the curves of her sports bra. The incredible sensations drove the girls to step up in the intensity of their kissing.

At Danielle's bed, Leslie whispered into Anne's ear "Lie on your back." Anne quickly complied, lying her naked body down. Leslie quickly dropped her own pajama bottoms to the floor and climbed up to sit cowgirl atop Anne. Anne felt Leslie's warm, wet pussy begin to rub against her hip.

Leslie stared down at Anne's beautiful naked body. Jesus fucking christ, this is real. I am actually about to have sex with Amy's hot little sister. She felt Anne's hands grab her hips. Leslie reached up and began to undo the buttons of her silk pajama shirt. Every movement of her fingers was followed by Anne's hungry eyes. As Leslie reached the final button she felt Anne's hands tighten their grip on her hips.

"Are they really sensitive?" Anne whispered. Leslie nodded as the last button came undone.

Anne stared in awe as Leslie shed her shirt to reveal her massive tits. They sat high and firm, despite their fullness. The perfect pale pink nipples pointed stiffly forward. Anne moved her hands up to Leslie's back and pulled Leslie down on top of her.

Their breasts came together first, rubbing against each other before settling into position. Then their lips met. Anne opened her mouth inviting Leslie's tongue to enter. But instead, Leslie's lips closed around Anne's bottom lip and began to tug on it slightly. Anne gasped. Then Leslie's tongue came out and started licking at Anne's open mouth. Anne licked back enthusiastically and arched her back to push her breasts more firmly into Leslie's. The stimulation against her sensitive nipples was enough to make Leslie raise her head and sigh. Anne gripped the sides of Leslie's body and pulled her forward, positioning the enormous tits just above her face.

Anne started by just barely brushing her lips over the erect nipple. This elicited another moan from Leslie. So Anne did it again. And again. On the fourth pass, Anne extended the tip of her tongue and allowed it to brush the excited nipple along with her lips.

On Amy's bed, three-way kissing and fondling had created a chain reaction of lust which was tightening its hold on Amy, Sophia, and Valerie. Valerie's fingers, exploring under Amy's shorts, found Amy's pussy and began to tease it. Her other hand was under Sophia's shirt, rubbing against Sophia's panties. She suddenly felt the panties being tugged down from the other side. So she gripped and began to help tug them down.

Sophia lifted her butt off the bed slightly to allow the panties to slide down. As she sat back down she felt both Amy's hand and Valerie's hand dart immediately to her pussy. Ten fingers slid over and around her wet slit, sending her arousal soaring. Her right hand, which had been rubbing Amy's sports bra, clutched the bra from the bottom and yanked upward. Amy's perky tits bounced free from their spandex prison.

The girls pulled back from their three-way kiss and looked at each other, seeing nothing but blazing passion in each other's eyes and flushed faces. Suddenly Amy lunged forward and brought both of her hands up to frantically unbutton Valerie's shirt. Sophia, taking advantage of Amy's forward posture, reached over and tugged Amy's jogging shorts down under Amy's raised butt. Sophia then pulled her own sleeping shirt up over her head and tossed it aside. Then she looked over to see Amy finish unbuttoning Valerie's shirt and begin pulling at the younger girl's skirt. Valerie allowed her skirt to fall to the floor.

With Valerie's amazing breasts now on display for Amy and Sophia to gawk at, Amy pulled her own sports bra the rest of the way up over her head. The sports bra joined the other clothes piling up on the floor beside the bed.

Sophia and Amy each lunged to get their mouths around Valerie's nipples. The sudden dual sensations caused Valerie to raise her head and gasp, but her hand continued to busily stroke Sophia's wet pussy. Her vision blurred as the other girls' tongues swirled around her nipples. The intense stimulation overwhelmed Valerie, and instinctively, she inserted a finger into Sophia.

Sophia moaned loudly enough to catch Amy's attention. Amy looked over and, seeing what Valerie was doing to her friend, felt the urge to help. She pulled away from Valerie's soft tits and brought her face to Sohpia's chest. Sophia's breasts looked exactly how Amy had imagined -- small mounds with equally small, but prominent, darkly colored nipples.

Encouraged by Sophia's moans, Valerie slowly pumped her finger in and out of Sophia's pussy. With her other hand, she felt for Sophia's clit. Sophia's breathing began to get heavy. When Valerie isolated the small clit, she began to trace circles around it with her fingertips. She watched as Amy began kissing and licking all over Sophia's chest -- back and forth between the small breasts, but avoiding the nipples themselves. Sophia's head was back and her eyes were closed in ecstasy. Her moans mixed with those from the other side of the room, and both were growing louder.

On the other bed, Leslie was upright, still straddling Anne, moving back and forth to rub her swollen pussy against Anne's body, while also reaching back to rub Anne's clit with one hand. Both girls were relishing the feeling of the pressure against their aching clits. To heighten the sensations even further, Anne was using one hand to fondle Leslie's breasts. Moving back and forth from one to the other, she squeezed while keeping her thumb on Leslie's hard nipple. With her other hand, Anne was busy tweaking her own nipples.

The two girls maintained unbroken eye contact as they stimulated themselves and each other. They both moaned in time with Leslie's rhythmic hip movements. Suddenly Anne changed tactics, bringing both hands to Leslie's tits. She gently pushed the soft, round breasts up and together, watching as a deep valley of cleavage formed between them. Then she pulled her hands away and allowed Leslie's tits to bounce back to a resting position. Again and again, Anne lifted and dropped Leslie's magnificent orbs, watching them bounce with supple elasticity.

When they heard Sophia's moans from the other bed, Leslie and Anne smiled at each other. And Leslie quickened the pace of her movements.

While Valerie continued attacking Sophia's pussy with both hands, Amy now had Sophia's nipple fully enclosed in her mouth and was applying full suction. Amy pulled away slowly, extending Sophia's breast outward until she lost suction. Then she moved to Sophia's other nipple and repeated the same action.

Being double-teamed by Amy and Valerie was threatening to push Sophia over the edge. She felt pressure building inside her and she realized that, if this continued, a climax would not be far off. No, not yet! I have so many ideas I want to try! With great effort, she grasped both of Valerie's hands, pulled them away from her dripping pussy, and moved them to Amy's perky tits. Then she put a hand under each girl's face and gently guided them together until Amy and Valerie were kissing.

As their mouths came together something ignited in Amy and Valerie. As if propelled by lust, the two girls started pawing at each other's bodies while their mouths hungrily explored each other. From her vantage point between them, Sophia watched in amazement as Valerie and Amy pulled each other close and began vigorously making out. At that moment, Sophia noticed the rhythmic moaning coming from the other bed and looked over. As soon as she saw the naked forms of Leslie and Anne atop the other bed, Sophia knew she needed to get a closer look. So, with Amy and Valerie completely absorbed in their frantic makeout session, Sophia slipped off of Amy's bed and crossed the room.

As she approached Leslie and Anne, they turned to look at Sophia's naked body. Leslie stopped her rhythmic pussy grinding. Sophia leaned over and kissed Anne's mouth. Anne reciprocated the kiss, and reached a hand around to grope Sophia's firm, round ass.

Eventually, Sophia pulled away from the kiss and looked at Leslie. For a moment, they just stared at each other, each expecting the other to make the first move. Then, suddenly, Leslie wrapped her arm around Sophia's waist and pulled her in for a kiss. As their mouths met and opened for each other, Leslie moved her hand down to join Anne's in caressing Sophia's ass cheeks. Leslie and Sophia locked tongues and softly moaned into each other's mouths.

Meanwhile, Amy and Valerie were still making out hungrily. Amy was shocked by how badly she wanted -- no, needed -- to fuck her sister's friend. Something about that luscious body of hers was driving Amy wild. For Valerie, who, only moments ago, had been almost too nervous to even talk to Amy, this was far better than anything she could have hoped for.

Amy pulled away from the intense kiss to look at Valerie's flushed face and said "I want you so bad right now."

Valerie returned Amy's stare. "Amy, I think I've wanted you since I first met you. I just didn't realize it until tonight."

Amy's face registered surprise. "What?"

Valerie nodded. "The whole reason Anne and I came up here to your room earlier? That was because I wanted to see you."

"Really?" Amy could barely get the word out.

In answer, Valerie got down on her knees on the floor in front of Amy. Before Amy could even realize what was going on, Valerie pushed Amy's legs apart and dove in.

Amy's whole body was electrified when Valerie's tongue made its first contact with her steaming pussy. Valerie licked at Amy's slit eagerly, with exactly the energy that Amy needed in her heightened state of arousal. "Oh God!" Amy exclaimed. She had to put her hands on the bed behind her to help her stay balanced and upright as Valerie went to town, lapping away at the wetness that had been building up for so long.

Soon Amy was in the grip of ecstasy so powerful that her inhibitions and boundaries were crushed beneath it. She finally allowed herself to look across the room and observe what was happening on the other bed. Anne's not a kid anymore. She has needs just like I do... like we all do. And she deserves to feel good. If she can be okay with this, then so can I. She leaned back, closed her eyes, and surrendered to Valerie's tongue.

Sophia pulled back from her kiss with Leslie with all traces of self-doubt erased from her mind. Leslie clearly wants this as much as I do. Fuck... they are both so hot! An idea came to her. Loud enough for both Leslie and Anne to hear, she asked "Anne, do you want Leslie to sit on your face?"

Anne's face immediately exploded into a giant grin and she looked at Leslie. "Do it!"

Leslie's own face registered excitement, and she moved forward on the bed until her pussy hovered just above Anne's face. Thinking of how Sabrina's tongue had felt on her pussy, Sophia whispered into Leslie's ear "You're gonna love this."

Anne didn't even wait for Leslie to lower herself. Her hands found Leslie's ass cheeks, gripped them hard, and pulled.

Sophia couldn't see what Anne was doing, but she could see the change in Leslie's expression as her entire body stiffened and she let out a cry. "Is she doing good?" Sophia asked with a smirk.

"Oh my god yes!" Leslie exclaimed.

"Then tell her."

Leslie, starting to pant, managed to rasp "Anne... you're so... yes... ooh... so good..."

Now that Anne's hands were gripping and kneading Leslie's butt, Sophia noticed that Leslie's tits weren't getting any attention. She climbed up onto the bed and straddled Anne's body just behind Leslie. Finally, they're all mine. She reached her arms around Leslie's body and tentatively cupped a large, soft breast in each hand. Leslie leaned her upper body back into Sophia, giving her easier access.

Leslie was now breathing heavily and whimpering from the sensations of Anne's mouth of her pussy. Hearing the sounds of Leslie's pleasure, an intense lust took control of Sophia. "Is she sucking?" she asked, as she began gently pinching Leslie's nipples.

Leslie's face turned a deeper shade of red and she whimpered a small "Nnhn... licking..."

Sophia kneaded Leslie's breasts, savoring the feel of the soft flesh in her fingers and the firm weight in her hands as they responded to her every touch. She spoke into Leslie's ear but loud enough for Anne to hear. "Anne, start sucking and stop when I say."

A muffled "Mmm" sound of acknowledgement came from Anne. Then Leslie gasped and let out a long "Oooooohh." Sophia let her friend drown in ecstasy for a moment. Then, sensing that Leslie was getting close, she whispered into Leslie's ear "I know this is good, but... not yet, okay? I have another idea."

Releasing her hold on Leslie's tits, Sophia said, "Anne, that's enough." Leslie began to whimper. Again Sophia whispered into her ear. "I'm gonna need your help for my idea."

In a daze, Leslie breathed "Huh?"

"Go join Amy and tell Valerie to come over here."

Leslie was confused, but was in too suggestible of a state to question the instruction. She summoned her strength and lifted herself off Anne's face. She then turned and kissed Sophia before mumbling "Okay" and leaving the bed.

Anne looked up at Sophia with a questioning look. "And you deserve a reward," Sophia said, while backing up to lower her face between Anne's legs.

Leslie found Amy leaning back on her elbows, eyes closed. Valerie was still kneeling on the floor with her face buried between Amy's legs. Smiling, Leslie knelt behind Valerie and reached around to feel Valerie's tits. For a few moments she groped and tested the supple flesh, comparing it against how her own breasts felt in her hands. Valerie's were very similar, but maybe a bit less soft and more firm. The nipples seemed smaller than Leslie's own, and more rigid like little rocks. Valerie responded to the attention with a moan which sent vibrations through Amy's pussy.

Leslie whispered into Valerie's ear. "You don't look very comfortable kneeling on the floor like this. Why don't you try the other bed. Soph needs your help over there. I'll take over here, okay?"

Valerie slowly brought her oral efforts to an end and turned to face Leslie. As she did so, Leslie noticed that much of Valerie's face was coated in Amy's pussy juices. "Here, let me clean you up first."

Amy resurfaced from her blissful trance and opened her eyes to see Valerie was now turned around and facing Leslie who was on the floor beside her. Leslie was licking the last remnants of Amy's juices from around Valerie's mouth. Having just had a few minutes of continual stimulation, Amy's pussy was on fire. She was about to join Leslie and Valerie on the floor, when Valerie stood and walked toward the other bed. Amy admired Valerie's perfect round ass as it swayed with each step. But then Leslie stood up, and her luscious curves filled Amy's vision. Her body... it's unbelievable. Is this really going to happen?

Leslie smiled playfully down at Amy and said "Hey you." Amy responded by reaching out and yanking Leslie forward onto the bed. Leslie giggled as she collapsed on top of Amy, their bare legs and breasts pressing against each other. Their eyes met.

"Isn't this amazing?" Amy said softly.

Leslie slowly lowered her lips toward Amy's until their mouths were just barely apart. Amy's lips parted in anticipation, but Leslie didn't kiss her. Instead, Leslie just breathed the words "You're amazing, Ames."

Amy's heart melted. And suddenly a small part of her, deep inside, understood what was happening. She lifted her face to touch her lips against Leslie's. It wasn't enough. Amy put her hands on the back of Leslie's head and pushed it down to press their mouths together. Leslie's mouth responded, matching Amy's force and intensity. Amy moved her hands down Leslie's body, feeling her close friend's voluptuous curves for the first time. They felt like pure magic.

Years of competitive rivalry and pent-up tension erupted in a volcanic display of passion between Amy and Leslie. Their kiss became so intense that they couldn't even breathe. When Amy's lungs began to protest, she pulled back from the kiss, gasping for oxygen. Her pussy couldn't wait any longer for stimulation. Amy forcefully rolled them both over on the bed, putting herself on top of her curvaceous friend and causing Leslie to blink in surprise. Then, with a smooth athletic motion, Amy pushed herself up and away from Leslie's body, lifted one of Leslie's legs up and put it over her shoulder, then straddled Leslie's other leg. This put Amy in position to scissor their legs and push her burning pussy into Leslie's.

"Ohhh" moaned Leslie, as their pussies made contact. Her eyes widened as Leslie watched Amy's lithe body hover over her. Leslie was unable to move in this position, but she quickly realized that she didn't need to. Once Amy found a comfortable position, she started grinding -- slowly at first. Both pussies were so wet that they slid easily over one another, and continually stimulated both girls' sensitive clits. Amy silently ramped up the speed and pressure of her grinding, as a look of steadfast determination came over her.

"Holy fuck!" Leslie gasped, as Amy began to fuck her with wanton, unrestrained desire.

On Danielle's bed Sophia had her head buried between Anne's thighs. She was slowly teasing Anne's slick opening with her lips and tongue causing Anne to sigh again and again. Valerie was standing by the side of the bed, bent down over Anne, and licking circles around her friend's left nipple. Anne arched her back, trying to push her nipple against Valerie's tongue, and reached out her hand.

When her hand found Valerie's leg, it ran up Valerie's inner thigh to her soaked pussy. Valerie trembled at Anne's touch and spread her legs apart slightly to give Anne better access. Anne's thumb found Valerie's engorged clit and she rubbed it back and forth while her forefinger sank itself into Valerie's hole and curled to reach the g-spot. Valerie responded by moaning and sucking Anne's whole nipple into her mouth.

With two mouths sucking at her body, Anne had to fight hard to focus on maintaining a steady and rhythmic rubbing motion with her hand. Valerie pulled her head back and moaned again, releasing Anne's nipple from her suction with a pop.

Suddenly the noises coming from Amy's bed started to grow in intensity. Both Amy and Leslie were moaning loudly and rhythmically. Sophia realized it was time. She raised her head, lips glistening, and hopped off the bed. Anne and Valerie both stopped what they were doing and looked questioningly at Sophia. She responded by saying "Grab all the pillows and put them on the floor. Trust me."

In a single bound, Sophia reached the other bed where Amy was grinding, eyes closed, against Leslie in a steady rhythm. For just a moment Sophia was mesmerized by the sight -- Amy's golden ponytail swung wildly as her perky tits bounced up and down, while Leslie's massive breasts jiggled in response to each thrust. Sophia leaned in for a deep kiss with Amy. The kiss distracted Amy enough that she paused her grinding. Then Sophia looked down at Leslie, grinned, and said "Time for my idea."

Turning around, Sophia saw that Anne and Valerie were obediently tossing the three pillows from Danielle's bed onto the area rug that covered the floor between the two beds. Sophia grabbed two pillows from Amy's bed and proceeded to arrange all five pillows in a small circle on the rug, while instructing everyone in the room to sit on a pillow.

Valerie and Anne immediately sat on the two pillows nearest Danielle's bed, while Amy and Leslie slid off of Amy's bed and crouched down onto two other pillows.

The group was silent while Sophia dropped herself onto the pillow between Anne and Leslie. Without losing any momentum Sophia demonstrated as she spoke. "Now, lay on your left side and open your legs like this." Keeping her butt on the pillow, Sophia lay on her left, putting her head within reach of Anne's pillow. As Anne began to follow Sophia's lead and leaned to her left, Sophia grabbed Anne's knee and pushed it upward. Sophia then let her head rest on Anne's thigh and found Anne's wet slit with her mouth.

Anne's eyes widened and she breathed "Oh my god" as Sophia's tongue entered her.

Watching, Valerie pivoted eagerly, opening her legs just in time to receive Anne's face.

"Oh fuck yes," Leslie muttered as she dove onto her side. Her lips found Sophia's dripping sex.

Amy dropped to her side as well, her pussy still on fire from her intense scissoring with Leslie, and she impatiently shifted Leslie's leg upward just as she felt Valerie's hands on her own leg. In response, Amy spread her legs and immediately felt lips enveloping her slick mound. Amy's desperate cry joined those ringing out from all around her as she sank her tongue into Leslie's folds and started lapping.

At the intense stimulation Leslie emitted a muffled moan into Sophia's pussy. Leslie was already close and, realizing that this wouldn't last long, began to suck on Sophia's engorged clit.

The suction on her clit sent intense waves of pleasure through Sophia's body. Her strong need to cum drove her to increase the intensity of her oral attack on Anne. Moving her lips and tongue to Anne's sensitive bud, she began to suck and lick. This triggered Anne to target Valerie's clit as well.

The five bodies became a closed circuit, conducting pure pleasure from each girl to the next. Muffled whimpers, gasps, and moans filled the air as Amy, Leslie, Sophia, Anne, and Valerie drowned in synchronized ecstasy. The momentum continued to build until Amy felt her orgasm approaching. Leslie felt Amy's fingers dig into her leg and she understood -- she was there too. Leslie gripped Sophia's thighs as if trying to pull her body closer. Sophia slid her hands around to squeeze Anne's butt. Anne reached out desperately toward Valerie's body, made contact with her arm, then found her hand and clasped it tightly. Valerie squeezed back as she felt the wave begin to surge within her.

The room became a symphony of broken syllables as the five girls were pulled over the edge together.

Leslie clenched the pillow in a tight fist as her brain ignited in a blaze of ecstasy. Sophia and Valerie both felt the tremors as Anne's body convulsed again and again. Amy felt a grand finale of fireworks exploding throughout her whole body. Jolts surged through Valerie, lighting up every nerve ending in her body. Sophia's body writhed as tides of pleasure smashed through her, each stronger than the last.

The girls' bodies stiffened as the seismic orgasm raced around the circle relentlessly. Whenever it seemed as if it might end, another shockwave would ripple through them. Stars collided, reached supernova, collapsed, and formed again for the cycle to repeat. And as the vocal symphony reached its crescendo, a harmony of five identical ecstatic cries filled the small dorm room, then faded into a chorus of heavy breathing.

Minutes passed as the girls floated in a pool of post-orgasmic bliss, and the heaving of their chests slowed.

Amy's grip on Leslie's leg finally loosened. With a dazed smile on her face, Sophia tilted her head to look at Leslie. Leslie smiled back at Sophia and then planted a gentle kiss on her thigh.

Valerie's hand remained clasped tightly in Anne's.

Amy finally broke the silence with a gentle whisper. "Soph..." But the thought remained unfinished as she broke into a faint giggle.

The other girls joined her and they all laughed as life returned to their spent bodies. For a moment, the sounds of pure, giddy elation washed over the group.

Then Anne turned her head to ask Sophia "...where did that come from?"

Sophia blushed and looked away.

Leslie answered, "Oh that's right, you don't know. Turns out our quiet little Sophia is especially... shall we say... inventive."

Amy added, "She made up the game we were playing earlier tonight that started... all of this..."

Valerie perked up. "Game? What game?"

Sophia answered quietly, "Just something I thought of. I can show you some time if you're interested."

Valerie answered excitedly, "Hell yes I'm interested. But right now I just want to know... when we can do... whatever you call that again." The girls all chuckled.

Chuckling, Amy said "It was pretty good, wasn't it?"

Leslie muttered, "Holy shit."

Tentatively, Anne asked, "So... next time you're... getting together like this... you'll tell us?"

Sophia and Leslie stayed quiet, intuitively allowing Amy to answer the question.

After a brief pause, Amy gave another small chuckle and answered. "What do you think, Les? Two new victims for game night?" Sophia wiggled with joy.

Leslie grinned widely and said, "I think we can accommodate two more."

Then, with mock sternness in her voice, Amy added "We do have one very strict rule though."

"What is it?" Valerie asked.

"If Sophia has an idea... don't question it... just--"

In unison, Leslie, Anne, Valerie, and Amy all finished the quote. "--Roll with it!"

And once more, room 9 on the fourth floor of the girls' dormitory lit up with the sound of youthful laughter.