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Jodi held her ankles spread wide above her shoulders as Dr. McKay repeatedly rammed his cock into her pussy. He really did love to start his days with a good fuck, and Jodi didn’t mind either. If today was to be anything like yesterday, she was about to have yet another mind-numbing orgasm. Nurse Helen knelt astride Jodi’s face. Jodi furiously tongued Helen’s clit as Helen tweaked her own nipples. Jodi’s boobs bounced violently from the thorough pounding she was receiving down below. The trio, completely naked in the empty examination room, needed to hurry if they were to see patients on time, something Dr. McKay insisted upon. “Shit,” said Dr. McKay, glancing at the clock on the wall. “We gotta wrap this up.” He pulled out of Jodi’s cunt and jacked a massive load of spunk onto Jodi’s tits and stomach. The warm goo landed on her with a loud slapping sound. When he was finished, he stood up and began to redress himself. “You two clean up the mess. I’ll go get started with the first patient,” he instructed.

Jodi looked at Dr. McKay with a saddened face. She wanted to cum like she did yesterday. Instead she only received a thorough coat of semen down nearly the entire front of her naked body. It was running everywhere, making its way slowly down her sides to the cold floor beneath her. Helen ran her fingers through the mess, feeding it to herself and Jodi. Dr. McKay left the two women wiping, licking, and swallowing. Jodi looked up at Helen with a disappointed glare.

“He’s the boss,” said Helen, understanding Jodi’s disappointment.

“I was so close,” said Jodi.

“Me too,” said Helen. “But if he says stop, we stop.” Helen climbed up to the sink, wet some paper towels and returned to Jodi’s side. She blotted the towels against Jodi’s skin to freshen her up a bit. “Here, if we’re really quick, we can finish each other off.” Helen climbed on top of Jodi, resting her pussy near Jodi’s mouth. “Time for the 69,” she said looking back at Jodi with a wink. Helen’s head dropped to Jodi’s cunt. Just as the two women started to nibble each other, the door flew open.

“Ladies,” said Dr. McKay, poking his head in. “There’s no time for that. I need you working, now.” Helen obediently climbed off Jodi and began to get dressed. Jodi followed suit. “Hurry,” said Dr. McKay, closing the door.

Helen returned to the front desk to help with charts while Jodi proceeded to the examination room across the hall where Dr. McKay was talking to a patient. “Jodi, this is Liam. Liam, Jodi. Jodi’s learning the trade. Liam is here for a follow-up. We’re keeping tabs on his sperm count,” said Dr. McKay. “Could you get a semen sample for me while I check in on our next patient?”

“Ok,” said Jodi.

“You’re in good hands,” Dr. McKay said to Liam as he left the room.

“So,” began, Jodi, retrieving two plastic containers from the cabinet. “Large or extra large?” she asked, holding up each.

Liam laughed. “Well extra large, of course.” He had a British accent. Jodi was instantly enthralled.

“Woo,” said Jodi. “Love the accent,” she said, returning the small container to the cabinet.

“Thanks,” said Liam. “I grew it myself.”

Jodi giggled. “Follow me. I’ll show you where the bathroom is.”

“No need,” responded Liam.

Jodi raised an eyebrow at him. “Well you’re not going to do it here,” she said, placing her hands on her hips.

Liam laughed again. “No, what I meant was that I’ve been here plenty of times. I know where the bathroom is,” he explained.

“Then I’ll follow you,” said Jodi. She followed Liam to the men’s room. Nurse Helen passed them in the hall, quickly groping Jodi’s crotch where no one could see. Jodi silently cursed Helen. She was already on edge from having her orgasm pulled out from under her at the last second. She really didn’t need to be teased like that. As Liam closed the door behind him, Jodi’s pussy longed for attention. Obscured by the water fountain, Jodi began rubbing herself through her skirt. She bit her lip and shut her eyes tight, concentrating hard on making herself cum. The women’s restroom door opened. Jodi jerked her hand back, pretending she hadn’t just been masturbating in the middle of the hall. The woman walked past Jodi toward the waiting room. She hadn’t noticed, but Jodi dared not take a second chance.

Liam was taking forever. Jodi knocked lightly on the door. “Liam?” she spoke gently. “How’s it coming? I mean…going.” She nearly laughed out loud at the sound of her own words.

“Not so great,” answered Liam.

Without even an invitation, Jodi turned the knob on the men’s room door and slowly opened it just enough to scoot in and close it behind her. Liam was facing the sink with his dick in one hand and extra large plastic cup in the other. The first thing she noticed was that his dick was not actually extra large, but it was about average, maybe even a little smaller than average. Liam looked over his shoulder at Jodi. “Should you be in here?” he asked.

“I figured you might need some help,” said Jodi. “And actually, I figured you might help me too. See, we both have an urgent need to cum right now. I’m offering a trade.”

“A trade, huh?” said Liam.

“Yes, but we have to be quick about it,” said Jodi, shifting her white coat off her shoulders. She untucked and unbuttoned her blouse before also dropping it to the floor. In her skirt and sheer black bra, Jodi pressed herself against Liam’s back, reached around to grab his cock with one hand and balls with the other, and began to slowly stroke him. Liam dropped his head back onto Jodi’s shoulder. Jodi blew softly in his ear as she whispered, “You first.”

Jodi increased her range of motion on Liam’s cock, making sure to caress it from the base to the head. She lightly tapped his balls with her gentle fingers. Liam got weak in the knees. “Pay attention,” she whispered. “We have to get all of this into that cup.” Liam raised his head enough to eye the positioning of the cup. He went limp in Jodi’s arms as he spewed into the extra large plastic container. Jodi kept up her stroking until she was sure Liam was finished. A small drop had landed on her index finger. She raised her hand to her mouth with Liam still in her clutches, licking the pearl off her finger. “My turn,” she whispered.

Jodi whirled Liam around to face her. She dropped her skirt to the floor. It was a loose fitting skirt, not like one she had worn yesterday, so it was easy to get in and out of. Liam smiled at the sight of her panty-free pussy. Jodi turned her back to Liam and pulled his arms around her. “Finger me,” she ordered. Liam dropped one hand to Jodi’s eagerly awaiting cunt, lightly touching the soft flesh at the entrance, tapping the folds around her clit. With the other hand he cupped her boob. Jodi reached one arm over her shoulder to hold the back of Liam’s head. Liam leaned in as much as he could, looking down Jodi’s body from tits to feet. It was a beautiful site. Liam briefly unloosed his grip from Jodi’s boob and brought it behind her to unhook her bra. In one swift motion, Jodi’s boobs burst free of their confines. She lowered her arms momentarily to let the black bra slide to the floor. She returned her grip to the back of Liam’s head, resting her other arm on the sink for support. Liam once again began to molest Jodi’s boob while he plunged his fingers into her pussy. Jodi’s body moved in waves against Liam’s chest. Here eyes were closed as she kissed the side of his face, almost biting at his cheek.

There was a knock at the door. “Liam?” asked Dr. McKay from outside. “You still in there, buddy?”

Liam and Jodi jumped apart as far as they could in the tiny confines of the men’s room. Jodi spun around, her boobs jiggling form the commotion. “Yeah, all set,” answered Liam, looking at Jodi with a “what the fuck do we do?” look. Jodi held one finger to her pursed lips, requesting Liam to keep quiet.

“Ok, just leave the sample with the nurse on the way out,” said Dr. McKay.

“Will do,” said Liam. Jodi started putting her clothes back on in a hurry. “Can I see you again?” whispered Liam. Jodi stared at him, completely taken aback by the question. Her face said she was not interested. “Guess that’s a no,” said Liam.

“No,” said Jodi. “I mean…see you again?” She was still puzzled. She came in here to get off, not score a date. Now she had apparently done the opposite. She shuffled her way back into her skirt.

“Yes, I absolutely have to see you again,” begged Liam, handing Jodi her bra.

“Ok,” said Jodi, hastily strapping herself into her bra, her boobs bouncing to and fro. “Ok,” she repeated. Liam committed her cell phone number to memory as she gave it to him, simultaneously buttoning up her blouse. Jodi peaked out the door, saw that no one was around, and quickly jumped out, pretending to knock on the door as if she had just arrived. Liam opened the door and exited the restroom. He turned quickly to retrieve the cup of semen from the sink, nearly forgetting why he had been there in the first place. As he passed Jodi, he planted an awkward kiss on her cheek.

Jodi was starting to get a sense of what blue balls must be like for guys. She found Dr. McKay talking to another doctor in his office. “Jodi, this is Dr. Grayson,” said Dr. McKay. The two exchanged greetings. “Dr. Grayson was wondering if you’d like to spend part of the day shadowing him in the E.R.,” said Dr. McKay.

Jodi lit up. “Sure, that sounds great,” she said. Jodi wanted as much exposure to the different areas of the hospital as possible. Dr. Grayson was talking to Jodi as they walked to the emergency room, but Jodi rarely heard a word he was saying. She was way too fixated on her inability to cum this morning, so most of her thoughts were focused on stripping Dr. Grayson naked and riding his cock. There were better-looking doctors, sure, like the OB-GYN she saw in the elevator yesterday, but she wasn’t being very picky at this point. They entered the elevator. Jodi rested against the corner, unconsciously placing her hands dangerously close to her pussy.

“…so it’s been kinda slow today,” said Dr. Grayson, becoming aware that Jodi wasn’t listening. “Are you ok?” he asked.

Jodi was biting her lip. She shook her head to escape the daze. “Yeah, fine,” she said, dropping her hands to her side. She attempted to play it cool, all the while thinking, “I’ll let you do anything you want to me as long as you make me cum.” Jodi stepped closer to Dr. Grayson. She was about to seduce him when the elevator came to a stop, and the doors opened.

They walked onto the floor of the E.R. A nurse told them that an ambulance had just come in. They walked swiftly to the automatic sliding doors. As the doors opened, a gust of wind blew into the building, lifting Jodi’s skirt clear above her waist. Jodi tried in vain to keep it down. Grayson, the EMTs, the nurses, and the few patients in the E.R. saw either Jodi’s bare pussy or ass. The gust died down an eternity later. The show was met with mixed reviews. Some nurses gave her the evil eye. Most of the guys had become briefly paralyzed. The EMTs snapped back to reality and wheeled in their patient. Jodi gasped when she saw him. It was Mark. He had been hit by a car crossing the street just outside the condo. They wheeled him into a trauma room.

Jodi followed Dr. Grayson and the gurney. Mark was unconscious but in stable condition. After Dr. Grayson looked him over and determined nothing was broken or bleeding too badly, he closed the doors to the trauma room. He and Jodi were the only two in the room with Mark. “Looks like he’s lucky,” said Dr. Grayson. Jodi was relieved that Mark was going to be ok, but she was still upset at the entire ordeal. She grabbed Mark’s hand and held it against her chest. “You know him?” asked Dr. Grayson.

“He’s my boyfriend,” said Jodi.

“So he’s the one that gets to fuck that sweet shaved pussy every night, huh?” asked Dr. Grayson with absolutely no regard for tact. Jodi looked at him, the very mention of sex bringing her mind back to her longing for an orgasm. “So not fair,” he said.

“We’re not monogamous,” said Jodi matter-of-factly.

“Prove it,” said Dr. Grayson.

Jodi wheeled over a bed and hopped onto the edge. She spread her skirt out so that her naked ass sat on the sheets, crossing her legs to tease Dr. Grayson. She removed her blouse and slipped off her shoes. She reached behind her back, unclasped her bra, and flung it at Dr. Grayson. “Get over here and fuck me,” she demanded. “I need to cum.”

Dr. Grayson lay Jodi down on the bed. He pulled her arms to the corners and fastened them to the built-in restraints. He did the same with her legs. He then left the room. Jodi was slightly confused and unable to move. Moments later, Dr. Grayson returned with the two EMTs. “You guys helped save her boyfriend’s life,” he said. “And she wants to repay you. She’s there for you. Don’t worry about making her cum.”

Jodi’s eyes pleaded for mercy. The EMTs dropped their pants and shoved each other for the first shot at Jodi’s fuckhole. She didn’t mind fucking strange men. She’d done it plenty of times. It was the idea that she may not get to cum that was driving her mad. The first EMT was a short fat guy with a short fat cock. There was no chance Jodi was gonna get enough stimulation out of this guy to get off. The fat man pumped at her like an amateur, caring only about spewing inside her and not the least about her needs. It took a full minute before Jodi saw the fat man’s O-face and felt his warm goo shoot inside her cunt. She wasn’t the least bit turned on by it. The second EMT, a young lanky guy with a long, skinny dick, was reluctant to step up to sloppy seconds but ultimately couldn’t resist fucking such a hottie. He put on a condom just so he wouldn’t get the fat guy’s cum on his dick. Jodi thought for moment at how this was probably the first condom a guy had bothered to wear with her since she started dating Mark all those years ago. This one had ridges on it that made it feel great inside her. As the EMT thrust his hips back and forth, fucking Jodi like a jackrabbit, Jodi closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on the sensation of the textured condom. The guy’s dick was just a bit too thin. He was getting good depth but not hitting enough of the right spots. After all the men Jodi had fucked as of late, it was difficult for her to derive any pleasure from these two minor leaguers. If she hadn’t been bound to the bed she could have played with her clit while she was fucking these guys and cum easily. The EMT finished up and climbed off the bed, disposing of the condom in the waste bin. The EMTs left the room.

“Please,” said Jodi. “I need to cum.”

“You have some fat guy’s spooge leaking out out of you,” said Dr. Grayson. “I’m not going anywhere near that.” He left the room.

Jodi looked over at Mark in the next bed. What had she become? Mark was badly hurt, and here she was tied to the hospital bed beside him, some fat guy’s spooge leaking out of her cunt, begging for someone to just make her cum. Dr. Grayson returned with a broom. He took a condom from his wallet and put it on the end of the handle. Jodi gasped when she realized what was about to happen. Dr. Grayson inserted the broom handle into Jodi’s pussy, thrusting and spinning. Jodi welcomed it. Moments later, she came, yelling from the relief. Her body shook, and the bed rattled. Dr. Grayson removed the restraints from her arms. Jodi sat up and slapped him across the face.

“Fuck you!” she yelled.

“Oh you will,” said Dr. Grayson, holding his hand to his cheek. “But not until you clean that shit out. Welcome to the E.R.”

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Jodi soaked in a warm tub for hours after she returned home. Not only did she feel a bit dirty in the shameful sense, she really needed a proper cleaning after the marathon of men she had just allowed to cum inside her. She reflected on the night’s events with a damp cloth over her eyes. What had she gotten herself into? What had she done to Mark? Moreover, why did getting caught make her cum so hard? Had she ruined their many years together? Oh God, what about STDs? Fortunately, she was on the pill and had no chance of getting pregnant, but STDs were another story. Her mind reeled with horrible thoughts about possible consequences. She felt like a fucking whore.

On the other hand, good things were happening. She liked the sex. As much as she hated to admit it, she really liked the sex. It was liberating. Paul had also turned off the webcam broadcast saying it was no longer necessary, which was great because Jodi was getting tired of living under 24-hour watch. Then there was this new elite group of “friends” (for lack of a better term) that she had “befriended” (i.e. marathon-fucked.) She was certain this would mean great things for her career. Summer was just around the corner, and she needed a good research position to pad her Curriculum Vitae. Her fuck-buddies would surely be able to score her the best gig.

It was all speculation. She knew that. Only time would tell what would become of her. After her water grew too cold, she stepped out of the tub, dried off, and returned to her bedroom. She collapsed naked on her bed, completely exhausted. As she dozed off she thought about how only months ago, she would have made sure to dress head-to-toe in ultra-modest pajamas and cover herself up to her ears with blankets before going to sleep, but somehow now, her nudity seemed natural to her, no longer a hang-up. It did not even bother her that her door was still cracked, and anyone could walk in for an eyeful.

Jodi woke up around noon. Thankfully it was a Saturday and she had nowhere pressing to be. She threw her pink robe around her and wandered toward the kitchen, still trying to shake the fuzz off her brain. Melinda was at the table eating a sandwich.

“Wow, someone must have had a late evening,” said Melinda almost enviously.

Jodi grunted and pawed for the coffee pot in zombie fashion. She poured herself a cup.

“Oh, this was slid under the door,” Melinda said, sliding a small envelope across the table toward Jodi. “It has your name on it, so I didn’t open it.”

Jodi sipped her coffee and sat down. She sipped again. Then, after reluctantly setting her coffee mug on the table, she picked up the envelope. She wondered whether or not she should even open it. She was curious, but then again she could not give a shit what it said inside.

“Please hurry up and open it,” began Melinda, “I’ve been dying all day to know what it is.”

With nothing but an evil glare, Jodi opened the envelope. Inside was a note that read:

Meet me at the address on the back of this card as soon as you can.

Jodi flipped over the card. She did not recognize the address. She shrugged and tossed it to Melinda.

Melinda read the note aloud as if Jodi was unaware of its meaning. As she turned the card over, she said, “Ooh, I know where this is! This is in that really snooty building…it’s a bunch of expensive renovated condos. Who’s this from?” Jodi figured she knew but shrugged her shoulders anyway. “What are you up to that I don’t know about?” asked Melinda, squinting her eyes and putting her fists on her hips.

Jodi thought a moment. “I’ll tell you if you come with me and promise to participate,” she said. She was a bit unsure why she said it. Perhaps she was feeling the need for a little control over someone else.

“Wooo, I’m in,” said Melinda wryly.

Jodi showered and dressed, choosing to wear nothing fancier or sluttier than a simple pair of jeans and a white t-shirt, complete with undergarments, a rarity for her as of late. Melinda modeled her attire after Jodi, unsure of what their plans were for the day. Of course, Melinda never wore any top that did not scoop low and show off her cleavage, so she out-slutted Jodi by default. Melinda drove since she knew where the building was. They parked at a metered spot on the street and approached the doorman. “There’s a doorman?” asked Jodi.

“Yeah these places are the shit!” exclaimed Melinda. “I’ve always wanted to see the inside!”

“May I help you?” asked the doorman, an elderly sophisticated gentleman.

“Yes, we’re visiting unit 1201,” responded Jodi.

“Ah yes! Are you Jodi then?” asked the doorman excitedly.

“Yes, I’m Jodi,” she replied.

“Please do enter, then ladies,” said the doorman, swiping his access card and opening the door.

The lobby was fantastically ornate. The renovators had left a lot of the original brick and stone of the old building, designing the architecture around that. The duo walked slowly toward the elevator in total awe of their surroundings. They entered the awaiting open doors. Jodi pressed 12.

Unit 1201 was immediately in front of them as they exited the elevator. Jodi hesitated, so Melinda did the honors of knocking. “Just a minute,” came a voice from inside. Footsteps grew closer, and the door opened. “Hi,” said Mark.

Jodi’s eyes nearly exploded. “Mark??” she exclaimed, completely bewildered.

“This is Mark?” asked Melinda. Jodi could not respond. “Hi, Mark. I’m Melinda,” she said, extended her hand.

Mark shook it. “Mark,” he replied. “Nice to meet you. Sorry, I was only expecting Jodi, but you’re more than welcome to come in too.” Mark stepped aside to allow the girls entry. Melinda bounced right in.

Jodi was still staring in shock. “What are you doing here?” she asked, beginning to move slowly toward the door.

“I live here,” said Mark. “I just closed on the place yesterday. I wanted to surprise you.”

He had succeeded. Jodi was indeed surprised. Mark invited the girls to sit on the sofa while he explained everything. He told them how he and his friend Alan, who had been working together for years trying to make the next great dotcom, had finally been bought out by a large software company. Alan moved to Europe, and Mark moved here to be with Jodi. He just could not handle the long distance relationship.

“I called you last night, hoping you would be able to come over,” began Mark, “but you sounded…busy.”

Before Jodi could respond to the pointed statement, Melinda piped in with, “Hey, wait. So you didn’t know about this, Jodi? Then, what was the big secret you were going to let me in on?”

Jodi felt completely trapped. She stammered as she tried to find the words to respond.

“I don’t know if you knew this,” said Mark to Melinda, “but Jodi has a binding agreement with me that she will be sexually adventurous and report all the details back to me. It’s been a while since the last check-in, but after what I heard last night, I bet dollars to donuts she has a story for both of us.”

“Wooo, that sounds kinky,” said Melinda. “Did you tell him about us?” she asked Jodi excitedly.

“She definitely did,” said Mark. “Now let’s hear about last night,” said Mark.

Jodi proceeded to lie, “I got finger-fucked in a cab by some guy I hooked up with at Lanningan’s.” Both Mark and Melinda were instantly turned on.

“Wow,” said Melinda. “Go, Jodi!”

“You couldn’t have called at a more perfect time,” she said to Mark. “I’ve been so busy with school for so long, it was the first chance I got to do something like that for you.”

Mark was pleased. “How about now?” he began. “Are you free now?”

“Well, yeah,” replied Jodi.

“How about you Melinda? Are you free?” asked Mark.

Melinda glowed. “Hell yeah,” she said with a wicked grin.

“Then what do you say we three christen my new crib?” Mark suggested. “How about we take turns giving orders. First, I’ll give each of you a command. Then, Jodi, you’ll give Melinda and me a command. Finally, Melinda, you get to give us a command. We’ll rotate until we’re spent. Sound like a plan?”

“I’m in!” shouted Melinda.

“Sounds great,” said Jodi, forcing a smile to hide her shame.

Mark began the game. His first orders were for Jodi to strip naked and for Melinda to suck her tit. Jodi then told Melinda to pull Mark’s cock out of his pants and jack it. Jodi told Mark to suck her free tit while Melinda was busy with his cock. Melinda paused her sucking to order Mark to finger-fuck Jodi and order Jodi to French kiss her. The trio was heating up. Mark told Jodi to strip Melinda naked. He then told Melinda to stop jacking his cock and start sucking it. Melinda leapt at the opportunity, taking Mark’s long cock deep in her mouth. At this point, Jodi was getting finger-fucked, and Mark was getting a blowjob, so Jodi ordered Mark to 69 Melinda on the couch so that Melinda could get some action too. Mark crawled beneath Melinda, who spread her slender legs to allow him access to her cunt. Mark lapped the folds of Melinda’s pussy like his life depended on it. Meanwhile, Melinda increased her vigor, bobbing up and down on Mark’s cock, her fist clenching the base. Jodi told Melinda to sit upright so Jodi could suck Mark’s cock. Melinda did as instructed, grinding her pussy into Mark’s face. Jodi took Melinda’s place blowing Mark. She tasted Melinda’s spit on his shaft. Melinda told Jodi to mount Mark’s cock and make out with her. The trio was now in a triangular shape on the oversized sofa, Mark’s cock deep inside Jodi, Jodi’s tongue deep inside Melinda’s mouth, and Melinda’s cunt dug deep into Mark’s face.

Melinda forgot to give her next order to Mark, but it did not matter at this point. The rules of the game were unimportant. Now, it was everyone’s job to get everyone else off, nothing more. The girls came almost simultaneously. Mark thrashed at Melinda’s clit until her juices flowed onto his face and Melinda bucked and moaned. Meanwhile, Jodi bucked and moaned on his dick. The girls clasped the back of each other’s head and forcibly kissed each other as they came. As the waves subsided, Melinda climbed off Mark’s face, pulled Jodi’s hair back and began kissing down her neck and chest. She pulled Jodi off Mark’s cock and forced her back over the arm of the sofa. Mark crawled out from beneath the two girls, Melinda now vehemently sucking Jodi’s tits. Melinda continued her way down Jodi’s stomach and onto her pussy. She pushed Jodi’s legs up in the air and ate at her cunt. Mark approached Melinda from behind and shoved his cock into her exposed pussy. He fucked Melinda while she ate out his girlfriend. He was very glad to finally be participating in Jodi’s new life.

Melinda stopped munching briefly to say, “Don’t cum inside me. You can’t cum inside me.”

Mark was a bit disappointed but agreed. Melinda pressed her face back into Jodi’s cunt. She tickled Jodi’s clit with her tongue while shoving everything but her thumb deep inside Jodi’s vagina. Melinda stroked Jodi inside and out. Jodi’s second orgasm was loud and satisfying. Her body shook as her head and shoulders hung over the arm of the sofa, legs flying in the air. Melinda came up for air. Jodi rested before sitting upright, taking Melinda’s hand into her mouth to lick off her own pussy juices. She then gave Melinda a deep kiss, grabbing the sides of her face. Meanwhile, Mark continued to pump in and out of Melinda’s pussy, each slap causing her ample tits to swing beneath her.

“I told you that you have to participate,” said Jodi to Melinda. “That means you have to do everything. Let him cum inside you,” she said.

“No, Jodi,” said Melinda, nearing a second orgasm. “It’s not safe.”

“Fuck safe!” said Jodi. “Don’t be a little bitch. You can’t fuck my boyfriend and not let him cum where he wants to cum!”

Melinda came as Jodi berated her. Her body shook.

Jodi grabbed Melinda’s tits hard. “He’s made you cum twice. Let him cum now!” she demanded.

Melinda agreed. “You can cum inside me, Mark.”

“Tell him you want him to cum inside you,” said Jodi.

“I want you to cum inside me, Mark,” said Melinda.

“Beg him to!” yelled Jodi.

“Please cum inside me, Mark. Please!” yelled Melinda.

With that, Mark shot his load deep inside Melinda’s pussy. He clenched her ass as he rammed his shaft balls-deep inside her. “Grab my balls!” he shouted. Melinda reached between her legs and grabbed his balls. His force increased at this sensation. Melinda whimpered as Mark shot his last few spurts inside her. When he was finished, he collapsed on her back, letting his dick soften before removing it.

Jodi rested Melinda’s face in her tits, stroking her head like a baby. “Didn’t that feel great?” she asked. “It wasn’t so bad, now was it?”

Melinda softly spoke, “No, it was great.”

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Donald stared at his screen for hours. He had become somewhat addicted to his new spy toy, consequentially letting his grades slip and his tutoring gigs fall to the wayside. He rarely left his desk and never left his apartment. He kept his balcony doors permanently open to air out the funk that had collected over time from spoiled food and unwashed clothes. He did not want to miss a single live moment of Jodi in her room. He was on a 10-hour sprint since the last sighting, when Jodi had left her room with books in hand, probably to go study somewhere a little quieter than the dorm. To bide his time, Donald double-clicked the icon for an earlier recording he had made. A movie of Jodi studying in her Victoria’s Secret pajamas began playing. Donald silently cursed his inability to move, rotate, or zoom the webcam. Still, it didn’t really matter what Jodi did, as long as he got to see her do it.

Donald nearly jumped out of his seat as Jodi finally walked into her room. He accidentally knocked his wireless mouse off the desk trying to close the movie he was watching, truly the consummate klutz. After retrieving the mouse from the floor, he was saddened to see that Jodi was once again missing, but her door was open, so there was a good chance she was coming right back. She did, wrapped in a white towel. She was evidently preparing a shower.

“Excellent work,” said Paul from behind Donald. He leaned in to get a better look at the screen. “You were really thinking on your feet.”

“Well, yeah!” retorted Donald as if insulted.

“Calm down,” said Paul. “Now, I’ll pay you $500 a day to stream this from my computer at home.”

“The deal was $1000!” exclaimed Donald.

“The deal changed,” replied Paul calmly. “This image isn’t very high-res and her connection is obviously not that great considering the way frames are dropping.”

“But if anyone finds out, I could get in serious trouble,” pleaded Donald.

“No one is going to find out,” assured Paul. “Besides, even if they do, my dad will take care of it.”

Donald reluctantly scribbled down the IP address and port of his streaming server on a sticky note, ripped it off the pad, and handed it to Paul. “I’ll replicate the stream. I won’t give you her address. This is my server’s IP and port. That’s all you get, and I’m going to be monitoring your usage. This is for your eyes only.”

Paul snatched the sticky note. “Totally,” he said with a smile. He walked toward the front door. He paused and turned toward Donald once more. “Ya know,” he began, “you’ve been pretty useful.” An eerie silence descended on the room as Paul stood and stared at Donald with nary a blink. “But.” Paul rushed at Donald and pulled him up from his chair by the collar. “I make the rules! Not you!” With that Paul dragged the completely stunned Donald across the room through the open doors to the balcony. Paul stopped short, but Donald stumbled headfirst over the rail, six stories to the parking lot below. Paul winced a little as Donald’s limp body crashed into the asphalt, making a somewhat satisfying crunching sound. He then ceremoniously wiped his hands of the whole ordeal and returned to Donald’s desk.

Paul pulled a letter out of his jacket pocket and placed it on the desk. It was his “suicide” note for Donald, typed and printed so as not to leave a handwriting trail. With a few quick keystrokes he broadcast Jodi’s unwitting show to his buyers, a short but lucrative list of businessmen with a taste for reality TV. He then left the apartment.

Paul drove away in his Land Rover while simultaneously booting up his wireless laptop. He opened his “Jodicam” site and waited for her to return from her shower. She eventually did, once again wrapped in her white towel, closing the door behind her. Paul called her on his Bluetooth headset.

Jodi was putting her long wet hair up in a second towel when her cell phone rang. She recognized the number and didn’t want to answer. Paul pissed her off so much but fucked her so well. She hated herself for wanting to talk to him again. She answered the phone. “What do you want?”

“Want to make some more money?” asked Paul plainly.

“No fucking way. I’m not your whore. That was a really shitty thing to do!” shouted Jodi, not sure if she really meant it.

“I can pay you $1,000 a day,” said Paul, still driving.

Jodi was baffled. She paused before saying, “I can only imagine what I’d have to do for that kind of cash, and in case you don’t know what that means, it means ‘No way.’”

“Think before you speak,” replied Paul. “All you really have to do is keep your dorm life a bit more…interesting let’s say.”

“What the hell does that mean?” questioned Jodi.

“It means that you can star in your own reality show from the comfort of your tiny little room. In fact, you already are,” said Paul.

Jodi wrinkled her face in confusion and anger. “What are you talking about?”

“Your webcam is being broadcast to a number of very rich businessmen. They can see you right now,” explained Paul. Jodi spun around and stared at the camera. “All you have to do is get them off. It really should be very easy for you, a quick way to make a lot of money, and it doesn’t even seem like anyone is there.”

“You’re lying,” said Jodi.

“Does it matter?” asked Paul. “I’m heading to your place right now with your first payment. I’m going to hang up the phone now. If you accept my offer, drop the towels.” Paul ended the call and tossed his phone into the seat beside him.

Jodi stood aghast, still eying the little webcam atop her monitor. She wasn’t a computer expert by any stretch of the imagination, so there was no way for her to know if what Paul was saying was true. For all she knew, he was just trying to control her again. She stood blankly staring, as if one of her four walls had just been torn down. Then, slowly, she let down her hair, dropping the towel to the floor. The second one fell shortly thereafter. She was naked in the privacy of her room but at the same time on the global stage of the Internet. There was a knock at her door. She opened it a tad.

“Your roommate let me in,” said Paul. “May I come in your room, please?” Jodi hid herself behind the door as she opened it just wide enough for Paul to squeak through. “Thank you. Let’s begin, shall we?” Once more Jodi found herself in a position of lust and hate. Paul had a way of making her skin tingle even without touching her. “Get on all fours on your bed please, facing away from the camera.” Jodi silently obeyed. “Excellent. Now reach between your legs and finger yourself.” Jodi sucked two fingers until they were nice and soaked before lowering them to her excited cunt. She tickled her clit a little to get the juices flowing before plunging her fingers inside. “Very nice,” said Paul. “Now suck my fingers,” he directed as he put his hand in her face. Jodi complied. Paul then removed his fingers and approached Jodi’s ass. “Now be very quiet,” he said as he shoved his index finger into Jodi’s tight asshole. Jodi whimpered a bit. Paul responded by spanking her ass with his free hand. “I said be quiet.” Paul began moving his finger in and out of Jodi’s asshole while she masturbated. This was definitely something Jodi had never experienced. Mark had always wanted to try butt sex, but Jodi always shied away. Now, here she was with this strange guy that had this strange power over her, getting her asshole probed.

A second finger entered Jodi’s asshole. She managed to keep quiet. “Very good,” commended Paul. At this point Jodi was about to cum. Her back arched and her head fell as she vigorously rubbed and prodded herself. Paul pulled her hair. “Head up!” he demanded. Jodi came violently. Being completely at Paul’s mercy was more than she could bear. Her hard body rocked as she exhaled deeply and repeatedly, fatigued from the mere minutes of sexual activity. The orgasm caused her to sweat. Paul tossed a $100 bill at her. “You get a max of 10 of those each day. How many more do you want to earn tonight?” asked Paul.

Jodi rose quickly and pushed Paul onto the bed. She tore his belt and pants away, eager to feel his cock inside her. Like a heroine addict finally getting a fix, Jodi whimpered at the pleasure of slowly sliding Paul’s cock into her soaking wet pussy. “How much is this worth?” she asked as she increased her pace up and down Paul’s shaft.

“I’ll give you 200,” said Paul, trying not show any signs of pleasure.

Jodi bounced a few more times before dismounting. She faced away from Paul, standing at a slight crouch. She reached back and put Paul’s cock into her ass, her face cringing in pain and pleasure as it grew harder deep inside. “How about this?” she asked as she began to grind her hips.

“Definitely worth 600,” said Paul, trying to save some cash for at least one more round. He stood up to get a better angle as Jodi leaned over a little further. Her tits bounced back and forth as Paul pounded her ass. She was so tight; it didn’t take long for Paul to cum deep inside her. Jodi fingered herself from the front to achieve her orgasm simultaneously. Paul pulled his softening dick out of Jodi’s ass, cum dripping from it onto the floor. “Very fucking nice,” said Paul. “We can stop for the night.”

“Fuck that,” said Jodi. “I want all the cash.”

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Jodi woke up in her bed, her head reeling from the previous night’s festivities. As she wiped the sleep from her eyes, she began to get worried about what might have happened. She vaguely remembered dancing with a bunch of people, even Connor. The last song she could remember was “Yeah” and even that was fuzzy. She hoped she didn’t do anything stupid. Drinking usually made her do stupid things. She didn’t want to have to explain any stupid actions to Mark. She grasped her head with both hands as it throbbed and ached.

After a much-needed shower, Jodi got dressed in some comfortable pajamas. She dragged herself to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. The microwave clock said it was already one in the afternoon. When the coffee was finished, she filled two mugs for herself. As she sat at the table and sipped her hangover remedy, Melinda came out of her room, too perky for someone who got as drunk as she did the night before.

“Well good morning, miss thang!” said Melinda in a “shame shame I know your name” fashion. It wasn’t fair. Melinda could drink all day and not pay for it the next. “You sure seemed to be having a good time last night,” she continued.

“Yeah I can only remember dancing a little bit, but I think I had fun,” replied Jodi, honestly unaware of what had really happened.

Melinda’s mouth fell open. “You really don’t remember?” she asked, the prospect of Jodi not being aware of her wild behavior being too good to be true.

“No, why? I didn’t do something wrong did I?” begged Jodi.

“That depends on your definition of wrong,” said Melinda. Melinda explained to Jodi how she disappeared into the back alley with Connor for a few minutes before returning to the bar with dirt all over her shirt, followed shortly by Connor who had the biggest smile on his face. Later, Jodi had let quite a few people do body shots from her belly button and cleavage. She had also given Melinda a lap dance, which of course Melinda loved, except for the fact that no clothes came off, which she would have preferred. Then, in the cab ride home, Jodi told everyone how she had sucked Connor off in the alley and how his cum tasted like Diet Pepsi. She then offered to suck Dante off to see if he tasted like Diet Coke; she called it the “taste chest tallenge.” Melinda had made Dante decline the offer, which made Jodi turn her attention to the cab driver. She had offered him a blowjob in lieu of cab fare, but he declined, explaining that blowjobs wouldn’t feed his family.

Jodi sat dumbfounded. It was all coming back to her. The aftertaste of Connor’s cum was rising again in her throat. What was she going to tell Mark? She remembered when she explained the incident where Connor accidentally saw her naked. That had actually turned him on a bit, and he was ok with it. It was funny. Then there was the short, topless makeout session with Melinda. That really turned him on. In fact, she had to repeat the story over and over again nearly every time they spoke. He still didn’t know about the lapdance she gave her tutor, and now this. She had given a near stranger a blowjob, topless in the back alley of a dive bar. “Melinda,” she said, “you cannot let me drink anymore.”

“Oh don’t be silly. Besides, tonight we’re smoking weed,” replied Melinda without a care in the world.

Weed? Melinda said the magic word. For a moment, Jodi forgot all about Mark and started instead thinking about smoking magical wonderful weed. It had been a while since she last toked up. The last time had been many months ago with Mark—“Aw damn, Mark!” she thought, falling back to reality. “I have to call Mark and explain everything,” she said, panicked.

“What? No way!” said Melinda. “You were just having a good time. Besides, you’re in different zip codes. He has no control over you all the way out here.” Melinda had an evil talent for rationalizing things. A few more semi-logical points later, and Jodi was all but convinced that Mark was the one that should be explaining things, not her. Nothing and no one should stop her from having her smokey smokey.

Later that evening, Jodi, Melinda, and Carmen headed over to Dante’s apartment. Lisa wasn’t allowed to come since she said she wouldn’t smoke. Jodi wore a black, rhinestone-lined bra that only cupped the bottoms of her breasts, allowing her nipples to be free, her tiniest black g-string, some jeans, and a red scoop neck sweater that buttoned down the front. In the car Melinda unbuttoned a few more buttons for Jodi, just enough that the perfect angle would allow anyone interested to see nipple, but not enough that she just looked like her boobs were hanging out. They walked up to Dante’s apartment and knocked on the door. It opened.

“Hey, everybody!” said Dante warmly. “Come on in. We were just about to start the party.” The girls entered. Jodi looked around. It was a nice apartment. Along with Dante, there was Connor and an Indian guy named Rakesh. Jodi knew him from class. The crowd gathered in the living room while Dante prepared the gravity bong. Somehow, it was agreed that Jodi would have the first hit. She lit the weed and sucked the smoke down like a pro. She held her breath nice and long before expelling a huge cloud of smoke. This was good shit. She could tell already.

The bong made a trip around the circle and was already in need of a refill. Dante performed the honors before handing the apparatus to Jodi for round two. Once again, she took a huge hit. This happened a few more times before Jodi decided she was beyond high. She relaxed deep in the couch with her eyes closed. “I can feel my clothes,” she said. She was enjoying this immensely.

Melinda leaned over and spoke softly in Jodi’s ear. “Can I feel your clothes?” she asked.

Jodi grinned a bit. “Sure,” she said. Jodi accommodated Melinda’s wish by putting her arms up behind her head to give her free access. Melinda began stroking Jodi’s sweater at her stomach. The group was becoming enthralled.

“Not fair,” interrupted Carmen, “I want to feel too.” Carmen then began stroking Jodi’s left leg. Jodi was sandwiched between her two roommates on Dante’s couch. Both girls leaned in and began nibbling on Jodi’s ears. Carmen’s hand wandered into Jodi’s crotch while Melinda’s hand found its way onto Jodi’s right breast. Jodi spread her legs a bit wider instinctively, tilting her head back just a little, eyes still closed. Carmen stopped the action by saying, “Wait! I have a great idea. Let’s play ‘Truth or Dare.’”

“Who goes first?” asked Melinda, stopping her molestation of Jodi’s hot body.

“I say we should go in the order we took a hit. So, Jodi, truth or dare?” asked Carmen.

“Hmm,” Jodi thought. “Dare.”

“Great,” bubbled Carmen. “I dare you to put Rakesh’s face in your boobs.” In no time, Rakesh was at Jodi’s feet. Jodi leaned forward and shoved Rakesh’s head deep into her chest, gave a decent wiggle, and returned to her relaxed position. Cheers came from the crowd. They went around, doing fairly lame dares like this. Carmen had to kiss Melinda. Connor had to do seven shots of Jack Daniels in a row. Rakesh had to tell the truth about the age he lost his virginity. Dante had to lick the sole of Carmen’s foot. Melinda had to grind her booty into Connor’s lap. “Let’s take it up a notch,” demanded Carmen. “Jodi, truth or dare?”

“Dare, of course,” said Jodi.

“I dare you to stand in the middle of the room while the boys undress you,” said Carmen seductively, “with their mouths.”

Jodi wasn’t sure about the logistics, but she figured she’d play along. She stood up in the middle of the room. The guys pounced on her like tigers. Dante began by unbuttoning the rest of Jodi’s sweater with his teeth. He then moved down to attempt the same on her jeans. Meanwhile, Rakesh and Connor pulled the sweater open on each side, revealing her jeweled bra and perky nipples. They were stunned at first but then continued their task, diligently pulling the sweater off her arms and dropping it to the floor. Connor could not get the button with his teeth, so Carmen walked over behind Jodi, reached around her while breathing hot air on her neck, unbuttoned the jeans, and returned to her seat. Dante had no difficulty with the zipper. It took all three guys to pull Jodi’s tight jeans down. She obligingly stepped out of them when they were at the floor. Jodi stood in her tiny black g-string and open-front bra before a room full of people. Rakesh began working on the bra clasp while Dante went for the prize. While Rakesh struggled, Dante merely took his time inching Jodi’s panties down, taking in the revealing site as much as he could and as close as he could. Rakesh finally unhooked the bra, allowing Connor to remove it from the front. Her panties hit the floor. She was naked. Jodi did one complete spin and returned to her seat.

“Next,” she said, as calm as could be. “Carmen,” she said. “I dare you to eat my pussy and make me cum.”

Although Carmen hadn’t been given the option for a truth, she didn’t seem to care. She swiftly knelt in front of Jodi, spread her legs wide, and planted her face in her moistening cunt. Carmen licked Jodi’s slit slowly from bottom to top a few times. She then began to nibble around the clit. Jodi began to moan. She opened her eyes a little. The guys had come a lot closer to the duo to get a good look at the action. Carmen flicked, licked, and nibbled some more. She then put a couple of fingers inside Jodi’s pussy. She finger-fucked the hell out of her cunt while she thrashed her clit. Jodi whimpered. “I’m cumming,” she said. “Oh fuck yeah…fuck…keep going!” Carmen wasn’t about to stop. Jodi came with a vengeance. Her hips rocked back and forth as she pressed Carmen’s face against her pussy. She groaned quite loudly as her orgasm shot in wave after wave up and down her entire body. She came for nearly an entire minute. She loved cumming when she was high. She whimpered again as she settled down. Carmen stood up, licked her lips, and retook her seat beside Jodi on the couch. The crowd was pleased.

Jodi crawled down onto the floor. From a kneeling position she lowered one shoulder to the ground so that her tits were visible to the guys above her while keeping her ass in the air. “I dare you guys to jack off on me,” she said. “Aim for your favorite part.” The fury of zippers dropping was deafening. Out came three cocks of various shapes, sizes, and colors. The trio began pumping their dicks while staring at Jodi’s naked body. Rakesh stood over her ass. Connor was at her tits. Dante kneeled at her face. Jodi fingered herself while they masturbated. Rakesh came first, exploding all over Jodi’s ass, some dripping down the crack and resting on her asshole. She then rolled completely over to her back so Dante and Connor could have an easier shot. Dante moved between Jodi’s legs, changing his target to the area between Jodi’s naval and pussy. The two guys jacked furiously. Jodi had another orgasm and licked her fingers. This sent Dante over the edge, causing him to squirt his sticky load all over Jodi’s stomach, dangerously close to her vagina. This in turn caused Connor to cum, blasting Jodi’s tits. Jodi now had three separate loads of cum on her tits, stomach, and ass. She loved being high. “Melinda, I dare you to lick this cum off me. Every drop,” demanded Jodi. Melinda started with Jodi’s stomach, licking all of Dante’s cum off, but instead of swallowing it, she forced Jodi’s mouth open and spit. Jodi swallowed the load. Next came Jodi’s tits. Once again, Melinda did a fine job of wiping her clean, disposing of the semen in Jodi’s mouth. Jodi got on all fours. Melinda licked her ass from bottom to top, making sure to get every bit of cum she could find. She swallowed this load herself. Dante handed Jodi a kitchen towel to clean up. She got dressed, and the girls drove home.

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Jodi pulled her long red hair back in a ponytail and kissed Mark one last time before rolling up her window and driving away. She waved vigorously and blew him kisses, not wanting the moment to end. Mark returned the almost comical waving while fighting back tears as he watched his girlfriend of over 5 years leave for medical school over 300 miles away. There wouldn’t be much contact for a while. They both knew this. It would be hard, but Mark couldn’t leave his job just yet, and Jodi obviously couldn’t turn down her chance to become a doctor.

Jodi arrived in the big city both excited and scared. It was a large town, much larger than home, and she didn’t know what it would be like to live in a dorm again. Would she like her roommates? Would she like her classmates? Was med school going to be just too much for her to handle? She choked all her apprehensions down as she lugged her essentials up the stairs to her home for the next two semesters.

None of her roommates were around but she could tell some had moved in. She’d be sharing a bathroom with one of them as there were two bathrooms for four girls. She finished unloading her stuff into her tiny catacomb of a room and got ready to take a quick shower and freshen up. It had been a long day.

She fastened her clear shower curtain to the rings on the rail. It was nothing special, just a liner really, but it was cheap and would do the job just fine. She closed the door and silently cursed the fact that it had no lock before beginning to disrobe. She turned on the water. It took quite a few minutes for it to heat up enough to actually get in. The warm, massaging sensation of the high-pressure shower immediately relaxed her. She washed her hair before soaping up her beautiful mid-20s body. As she ran her hands over herself she paused a few times to lightly caress her nipples, just for a quick pick-me-up. She closed her eyes and thought about how Mark loved to play with her in the shower. Before she knew it, she had unconsciously dropped her hand between her legs and was gently rubbing her completely shaved pussy. What better way to unwind than to release a little tension with an orgasm? She imagined Mark holding her up and fucking her against the shower wall. She pinched her right nipple with her left hand while she vigorously rubbed the folds around her clit. She came in no time. It felt great.

Jodi turned off the shower and stepped out onto the bath mat. She heard voices in the common room outside. Her roommates had returned from dinner she supposed. It was then that she realized she had left her towel on her bed. This wouldn’t have been a problem except that she had to pass through a short hall that opened up to the common room to get to her bedroom at the end. She looked at her dirty clothes on the floor and thought for a second that she might put them on over her wet body, but after one sniff, she realized she would have to take a second shower if she got back in those things. She stood there naked and wet, wishing the people outside would go away.

A few minutes passed, the voices died down, and Jodi heard a couple of doors shut. She couldn’t hear well enough to understand what they were saying before, but it now sounded like everyone had returned to their own rooms. She peaked out the door, saw no one, and began to sneak quietly into the hall. As she neared her room, she got the eerie sensation that someone was watching her. She turned around slowly and saw a guy standing in the doorway of the room at the opposite end of the hall getting an eyeful. She let loose a tiny yelp and instinctively covered her breasts with one arm and her pussy with the other as she leapt into her room and shut the door.

Her pulse was racing. “Did he see anything?” she wondered. She convinced herself he hadn’t; though she knew she was just in denial. She toweled off and blow-dried her hair, hoping if she spent enough time closed in her room, the incident would somehow cosmically erase itself. She put on her thong, bra, jeans, and a t-shirt, took a deep breath and stepped outside.

There were three girls and the peeper out in the common room. She boldly stepped up to introduce herself. No one seemed to be acting awkwardly. “Hi, I’m Jodi,” she said as matter-of-factly as possible.

“Hi there, I’m Melinda,” replied the short cute girl of about 22. She was by no means as hot as Jodi, but she was definitely good-looking with a spunky attitude. “And this is my friend I just met today, Connor.” She gestured toward the guy, who had a crooked grin on his face.

“Yeah we’ve met,” said Jodi with a bit of a laugh.

“Right, over there, right?” He pointed toward the bathroom door. No one let on that they knew anything about the incident. Apparently, Connor had not told anyone.

“Yes, that was there, right there. Yep,” Jodi said nervously.

“I’m Lisa.” A hand was thrust in Jodi’s direction with such emphasis she thought she was about to get punched. “Nice to meetcha! What church do you go to?” This girl had a lot going for her looks-wise: long blonde hair, a healthy bust, and an ass to die for. It now shocked Jodi that she was obviously a God-freak. Jodi shook her hand.

“Oh,” began Jodi, “that’s not something I’m into really.” The hand-shaking continued in an uncomfortable silence.

“Hi, I’m Carmen,” said the tall dark Latina, interrupting the chilling pause that often occurs when Christians forget if they are allowed to talk to non-Christians. She was the fourth and final roommate.

Jodi quickly responded, letting go of Lisa’s hand. “Very nice to meet you.”

“Well guys, I’m going to head back to my apartment,” said Connor. “I have a lot of unpacking still to do. Have fun at the party.”

“You’re going to a party?” asked Jodi.

“Yeah, you should come. It’s at the Rho Iota house,” sparked Melinda.

“Nice meeting you Jodi,” said Connor as he walked out the front door. “Hope to see more of you soon.” He winked.

“Um, yeah, bye,” responded Jodi. She paused a moment. “So, let me put on something a little more going-outty and we can take off.” With that she headed back to her room. At the top of her suitcase was a sweater she’d wanted to wear for a while. It was a fuzzy white number with a low scoop neck that showed off her cleavage and had a keyhole that went equally as low in the back. She didn’t want her bra to show through the keyhole so she removed it along with her t-shirt and donned the sweater. After a once-over in the mirror, she grabbed her purse and returned to the common room. Melinda’s eyes grew huge at the site of Jodi’s wardrobe.

“That looks great!” she said with awe. She walked over to Jodi and grabbed the scoop neck right between her breasts, pulled outward, and looked straight down Jodi’s top. She was shocked to see that Jodi wasn’t wearing a bra, quickly pulled her hand away, clasped it to her mouth and let loose a muffled, “Oh God I’m sorry! I didn’t know you weren’t wearing a bra!” Jodi was a bit stunned. This was the second stranger in one day who had seen her tits. “I do that all the time with my girlfriends,” Melinda tried to explain.

“Um, ok,” Jodi mustered a bit incredulously.

“Well, since I’ve seen them already, can I see them?” asked Melinda with logic that could not be denied.

Jodi thought a second before succumbing. “Sure, what the fuck?” she said. With that she took off her sweater for all to see.

In unison, Melinda and Carmen said, “Nice!” while Lisa turned away in embarrassment.

“Wait, are those real?” asked Melinda.

“No, God doesn’t make boobs this nice. I had to buy them myself,” said Jodi. She was proud of her breasts. She had been unfortunate to be flat-chested until half-way through her undergrad studies, when she decided she just had to get some boobs or else she would just never feel as womanly as she would like. A few thousand dollars later, and she had the most perfect pair of C-cups you could imagine. “Can we go to the party now?” she asked. Jodi put her sweater back on and out the door they all went.

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