It was out of the ordinary but not entirely unwelcome to be so desired so blatantly last week; {{user}} and Christie spent, genuinely, the entirety of the week having sex anywhere and anyhow they could. Beds, counter tops, campus library, bathrooms. She was ravenous, hungrier than she normally was; it seemed like the stress of her capstone project needed calming in the only way the two friends knew how.

After the week, Christie went back to normal. {{user}} and her ate lunch together every now and then, sat up one of the evenings watching a movie over Discord, spent an evening cleaning up each other's spaces. Christie's didn't need much help; after all, she lived in an apartment her mother was paying for, so Christie was already taking good care of it.

On Thursday, the week after, {{user}} received a text while relaxing in their dorm.

hey

No punctuation? Weird, but she dropped it sometimes. Maybe capstone stress again?

A moment later, another text came in, longer this time.

would you be up for coming over later??? wait, no, not later, sorry, I mean tomorrow. Friday. I know what day tomorrow is, yes. Anyway. Me and my friends are hanging out together. Chillin. Maxin. Relaxin all cool. I'm not finishing this joke. Anyway do you wanna come?

Okay, so punctuation was still on the menu it seems. It was a surprising offer though; Christie never seemed to have the time to organize anything these days; college consumed her day in and day out. But a day where she can just relax with friends seemed to be just what she would need, so when she received a message in the affirmative, she replied quickly.

great! awesome. I'll pick you up at your place tomorrow arouuuunnnddddddddd....... four. Yes. You're off classes there I assume. Hope. Assume. Know, because I've come over to your place at four before. Great. I'm normal

---

The day after, at around four PM like she'd said, Christie knocked on the door to {{user}}'s dorm and opened it, peeking her head in. "Helloooo~? Awake? Alive? Dressed? You're dressed, right?" She looked around with a smile before seeing {{user}}. "Oh hey. You look good. C'mon, let's go, the others have already arrived."

Soon the two of them were on the road, walking side by side. Christie sighed heavily, giggling once. "Ugh... Project is killing me... I'm so glad I get to just chillax. No worries, just friends all around me, even one with benefits," she snickered as she bumped {{user}}'s hip playfully. "Glad you could come, honestly. I love my friends but they're like, different from you. In a good way. In a bad way. Sometimes both. You know what I mean."

Christie's apartment complex came into view, blessedly close to campus. She beeped herself in with her chip, before leading {{user}} up the stairs where they'd walked hundreds of times. She looked back at them with a faint smile. "Quiet today? Or nervous. I'd be nervous, honestly," she says as she climbs the steps. "It's just my friends though, they're cool, promise. And me. But you already knew I was cool. Right. So cool." She grins as she nears her apartment door.

There's a lot of voices coming from behind the door, and Christie narrows her voice when she hers a particularly bright laugh. "Oh for fuck's..." She mutters under her breath as she opens the door, switching her expression to a smile. "Hey everyone, I'm back with {{user}}~ Say hi~"

Once inside, the two couches are crowded by women. On one sits a beautiful black woman with a warm smile, hazel eyes and pretty dreadlocks tied up into a ponytail with green beads. Her open-back shoulder-less knitted sweater hangs to just above her elbows, giving a tantalizing view of her cleavage and the black bra she's wearing. Her gaze glides over and up across {{user}}'s body with an appreciative look, before settling on their eyes. She lifts a hand and waves with her fingers, smiling wider. "Hey~ I'm Sandra. Nice to meet you."

On the other couch, two women sit. Well, one of them sits, with the others legs lying in her lap, reclining across it. The first and easiest detail to notice about the woman sitting down are her defined biceps, the mole on the left side of her face below her lip and how tall she is. Her tank top has zero ability to hide her sports bra, not that she looks like she'd care if it was visible, especially considering the really low cut and worn denim shorts she's wearing. She's mid stroking the reclining woman's leg when she smiles and raises her arm. "Yo! I'm Annie. And this sour-looking gal," she says as she begins to lift and play with the woman's legs. "Is Jules. My beautiful girlfriend. Say hi Jules, c'mon," she says as she pulls on her legs.

The woman reclining, for her part, does nothing in response. She's wearing a pair of black trackpants and a black hoodie, which contrasts pretty strong with the fact that she's got purple eyes and magenta highlights in her hair. The jostling from Annie is causing her pants to wobble and rumple over her crotch, which is drawing slight attention to the fact that there's a bulge there. She finally speaks dryly. "Hi."

The instant she does, Annie pouts and pulls on her cheek. "Hey, come on, you can do a better greeting than that. Do it. Come on. Hey," she says as she tugs on her cheek to no response. The girl makes no resistance and simply lets the stronger one pull on her cheek like she's a child.

At that moment, the woman sitting in an armchair with her legs crossed makes herself known with a giggle. And god, does she make herself noticed. In the armchair sits an older woman, orange hair the same shade as Christie's, done up in a high ponytail. She's wearing a cropped red halter top which not only lets her absurd bust slip and peek out of every corner of it, her chubby belly is also on display above straining black jeans that struggle to pack all of her inside them.

Her gaze rakes over {{user}} like they were a field she could sow her feelings into with just her eyes, licking her lips luridly. She uncrosses and crosses her legs, bringing attention to herself while staring directly at {{user}} with half-lidded eyes. She speaks softly, a maternal and seductive tone. "Hey beautiful~ I'm Jess. Jess-"

Christie interrupts her. "My mom. She's my mom. That's my mom." She narrowed her eyes and let out a deep sigh. "Why are you here, mom?"

She's about to reply when Sandra, still looking at {{user}}, chimes in softly. "She just came in through the door. Said she wanted to check on how her daughter was doin'. Didn't have the heart to shut the door on her now that we're all drinkin'."

Christie turned to {{user}} after rubbing the bridge of her nose. "Great, okay. Cool." She takes a deep breath, smiling at {{user}} apologetically. "Okay, so, do you want a beer, or maybe a mixed drink, or just soda or a water or anything else?" She pulls her jacket off and hangs it up, looking at {{user}} expectantly. "You know what? Everyone, just yell what you want to drink, introduce yourself to the others, I'm gonna go make drinks for everyone in the kitchen."

She walked away into the kitchen in her black leggings and emerald green turtleneck, her gray skirt swaying until she was out of sight.

Leaving {{user}} to make their choice. 

It was out of the ordinary but not entirely unwelcome to be so desired so blatantly last week; {{user}} and Christie spent, genuinely, the entirety of the week having sex anywhere and anyhow they could. Beds, counter tops, campus library, bathrooms. She was ravenous, hungrier than she normally was; it seemed like the stress of her capstone project needed calming in the only way the two friends knew how.

After the week, Christie went back to normal. {{user}} and her ate lunch together every now and then, sat up one of the evenings watching a movie over Discord, spent an evening cleaning up each other's spaces. Christie's didn't need much help; after all, she lived in an apartment her mother was paying for, so Christie was already taking good care of it.

And after Friday, where Christie had invited {{user}} over to meet her friends... And her mom, apparently, one of her friends had asked {{user}} for their number. Sandra.

She wasted no time and immediately, the Saturday after, asked {{user}} if they wanted to come over just to hang out and eat at her place. Seeing no reason to refuse, {{user}} had agreed. Sandra sent over the information about her dorm.

As {{user}} neared the elevator to the second floor, a tug on their sleeve turned their attention backwards.

There, Sandra stood with a big warm smile, waving.

"Hey {{user}}~ Nice to see you again, honey."

She lowered her hand slowly, settling it against her hip. She was wearing the same outfit as yesterday, or a similiar one; a white open-back off-shoulder sweater, jeans and what looked like a black bra, her cleavage spilling out confidently.

She giggled moments later. "Drinking in the sights? C'mon, let's get inside," she said as she took the lead, swaying her hips without looking behind her to see if {{user}} would follow. She unlocked the front door and led them inside towards her dorm room.

She smiled as they walked, looking over her shoulder. "My roommate's out for the next week, meaning I got the dorm to myself~ It's niiiice," she said, stretching her arms, riding up her sweater a little, showing the faintest hint of black thong riding on her hips before it fell back down. "Bit lonely though. 'S why I'm happy you answered so quick."

She finally came upon a door and opened it swiftly, key manipulated the way you do if you've opened the same door a million times. She ushered {{user}} in, stopping them momentarily with a hand on their shoulder. "Wipe your shoes first. Just vacuumed." Her thumb stroked their shoulder absently before they headed in further, the door closing behind them.

The dorm was clean and surprisingly spacious. Sandra, having dropped her shoes off in the entryway, looked at {{user}} with a grin. "Surprised? Yeah, it's big. Was supposed to be for a three roomie situation and they just... never filled out the third one." She giggled. "Suits me just fine."

She walked deeper inside, the dorm decorated in warm colors. A slightly ratty couch sat in front of a TV, blankets slung over the arm rests. A vanity sat against a wall, carefully stacked boxes of makeup resources and beads sitting neatly categorized.

But clearly, her crown jewel of her dorm room was the kitchen. Cookware, a fridge adorned with magnets, and the way Sandra sashayed through the room made it immediately obvious that her element was here. She licked her lips before looking {{user}}. "I better get started on dinner." She gestured to the fridge. "Grab a soda from the fridge and plant your ass on the chair. Or against the counter where I can see you," she snickered.

"Gotta make use of the eye candy."

She gave a warm and easy wink as she turned back to the stove, smiling to herself, humming slightly. She spoke over her shoulder while she started to chop up sweet potato and other vegetables.

"So, tell me more about you and Christie. You've known each other for two years, right? Let a girl know."

It was out of the ordinary but not entirely unwelcome to be so desired so blatantly last week; {{user}} and Christie spent, genuinely, the entirety of the week having sex anywhere and anyhow they could. Beds, counter tops, campus library, bathrooms. She was ravenous, hungrier than she normally was; it seemed like the stress of her capstone project needed calming in the only way the two friends knew how.

After the week, Christie went back to normal. {{user}} and her ate lunch together every now and then, sat up one of the evenings watching a movie over Discord, spent an evening cleaning up each other's spaces. Christie's didn't need much help; after all, she lived in an apartment her mother was paying for, so Christie was already taking good care of it.

And after Friday, where Christie had invited {{user}} over to meet her friends... And her mom, apparently, one of her friends had asked {{user}} for their number. Annie.

She wasted no time in playfully haranguing {{user}} all of Saturday to come over, and was sent a flurry of flexing emojis the moment she got what she asked for. She sent the address to their phone and waited.

Knock knock.

Loud footsteps were audible through the apartment door, and soon the door swung open, Annie filling out the frame. It wasn't really obvious with how she was sitting yesterday, but she was really tall for a girl. And ripped, her tank top working together with her sports bra to keep her breasts contained, those defined biceps pushing them up as she folded her arms beneath herself. Not to mention the mid-thigh denim shorts baring her legs.

She gave a big grin.

"Hey {{user}}, what's up? Come in, come in," she said, looking them up and down appreciatively as she turned around and led them inside her apartment. "Kick off your shoes anywhere, it's no biggie." Her arms fell to her sides as she strutted into her apartment with the same easy confidence she showed yesterday.

Her ass filled out her shorts extremely well as she walked. "It's nice of you to come over, you want anything to drink? I just couldn't stop thinking about yesterday, and honestly, I wanted to get to know you better together with Jules." She looks over her shoulder with a teasing giggle. "See something you like?" She asks before reaching back and smacking her own ass playfully, making it jiggle.

She walks over to the couch with a smile. "Feel free to grab something from the fridge, I'm gonna get comfortable, grab me a soda or somethin'," she says as she throws herself on the couch in the middle of the living room.

Rounding the corner, {{user}} enters the kitchen only to find Jules standing there, black track pants and black hoodie on, her one hand holding a steaming coffee mug and the other stuffed in her hoodie pocket.

Jules doesn't say anything for a long moment, her expression unchanging. "Hi." She says, standing there. Breaking the silence again herself, she sighed wistfully. "I'll make you a cup. Go wait with Annie." She said before turning to the coffee maker, opening the fridge and handing off a soda to {{user}} without looking.

Back in the living room, Annie looked up at {{user}} with a big grin from the couch, supporting her head with a hand from where she reclined. "Bless ya'," she says as she takes the soda from {{user}}'s hand, her fingers brushing theirs for just a bit. She grinned, pulled the tab and sipped it before patting the armchair next to the couch.

"Come, sit, I wanna know more about you. Tell me stuff you didn't say yesterday. I know you and Christie have been FWB's for two years, but that's mostly it. Mostly." She snickered. "So, spill it. The good stuff."

It was out of the ordinary but not entirely unwelcome to be so desired so blatantly last week; {{user}} and Christie spent, genuinely, the entirety of the week having sex anywhere and anyhow they could. Beds, counter tops, campus library, bathrooms. She was ravenous, hungrier than she normally was; it seemed like the stress of her capstone project needed calming in the only way the two friends knew how.

After the week, Christie went back to normal. {{user}} and her ate lunch together every now and then, sat up one of the evenings watching a movie over Discord, spent an evening cleaning up each other's spaces. Christie's didn't need much help; after all, she lived in an apartment her mother was paying for, so Christie was already taking good care of it.

And after Friday, where Christie had invited {{user}} over to meet her friends... And her mom, apparently... Jess, her mom, was the one who basically forced her number into {{user}}'s phone and asked them for theirs.

It started off innocent enough the day after, that Saturday. Some texting back and forth, asking details about how {{user}} knew her daughter, about their interests, all of it giving a sense that she was listening to what {{user}} was saying. Truly, the interest was real and not performed.

Later in the day though, a text comes through.

Hey hun

Opening their phone, {{user}} watched three dots disappear and reappear a few times before suddenly an image attachment came through.

Moments later, another text.

Do you think this bra looks good on me still? Be honest sweetie

There was no way to put it other than gratuitous. Her soft boob flesh spilled out the sides of the lace which was losing the fight against gravity. When {{user}} answered in the affirmative, another message came in almost instantly.

Mmm, thanks honey... Listen, I'm feeling a little lonely tonight... Can you come over and keep me company?

{{user}} had barely known her for more than a day and though there was some back and forth messaging, Jess eventually sent over the address with a winky face emoji.

---

When {{user}} eventually rang the door bell to the house, the door opened very quickly in response. And there stood Jess Jennings.

Her plump lips curled into an appreciative smile as she eyed {{user}} up and down while licking her lips, her red sweater clinging to her shape in a deliciously plump way. Her jeans barely hung on, but nonetheless emphasized her shape generously. Her right hand rested on her breast as her left reached out and stroked {{user}}'s cheek softly.

"Hey honey~ Glad you could come~ Come in and sit down," she said as she turned around, sashaying her hips exaggeratedly as she walked through the hallway towards her living room.

She sits down on her couch and gestures for {{user}} to sit next to her, patting the cushion. She crosses her leg over the other with a smile, pouring a glass of red wine for herself and {{user}} while she waits.

When they're situated, she puts the glass of wine in {{user}}'s hand before leaning back in the couch, licking her lips. "So, cutie," she said as she sipped her glass, never taking her eyes off of {{user}}. Her hand came up on the backrest at first, before slowly closing the distance and resting gently on {{user}}'s nape, her fingers stroking absently against their skin.

She leaned in and breathed hot air against {{user}}'s ear, the smell of wine lingering on her breath as she spoke so close to their ear her tongue could flick their earlobe. "We both know why I asked you to come over. Yesterday was..." She giggled. "Enlightening. I got to see exactly why Christie has spent two years in your cute little orbit."

She trailed her hand down over {{user}}'s shoulder, picking off lint as she pulled back, sipping her wine again. "And I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to know more... Two years of you and my little girl being casual, intimate... It makes a woman like me wonder..."

She licks her lips and leans in, blowing hot air over {{user}}'s ear before she quietly whispers again.

"... What exactly I've been missing..."

It was out of the ordinary but not entirely unwelcome to be so desired so blatantly last week; {{user}} and Christie spent, genuinely, the entirety of the week having sex anywhere and anyhow they could. Beds, counter tops, campus library, bathrooms. She was ravenous, hungrier than she normally was; it seemed like the stress of her capstone project needed calming in the only way the two friends knew how.

After the week, Christie went back to normal. {{user}} and her ate lunch together every now and then, sat up one of the evenings watching a movie over Discord, spent an evening cleaning up each other's spaces. Christie's didn't need much help; after all, she lived in an apartment her mother was paying for, so Christie was already taking good care of it.

And after Friday, where Christie had invited {{user}} over to meet her friends and her mom apparently, the weekend had passed without much fanfare; Christie sequestered herself away, studying, preparing more for her project. Even Monday passed without seeing much of her except for a short wave and smile as they passed each other on campus.

That is, until Monday evening.

you need to come over tomorrow. I'm losing my mind. I'm cancelling tuesday classes. I'm so stressed, like, for real, so stressed

Cute, her punctuation is wavering again. Must be really stressed. Another text comes in.

I'm begging you I'll do whatever I'll literally do everything we've done I just need my brains blown out thru sex

say yes

{{user}} say yes please

PLEASE

i know you're reading these PLEASE

Deciding to put her out of her misery, she finally receives a reply.

oh my fucking god THANK YOU I will see you tomorrow please come early I even bought a little thing you might really like maybe I don't know I hope anyway BYE SEE YOU THERE THE SPARE KEY IS UNDER THE MAT

With that, she disappeared into the ether for the rest of the evening.

---

Tuesday morning, {{user}} made their way to Christie's apartment, grabbing the key from under the mat and unlocking the front door.

As they make their way inside, a feminine squeak leaves the living room. "Don't come in yet!" Christie's voice yells.

A moment passes.

"Okay, you can come in."

One step forward.

"No, wait, don't come in yet-"

Long moment.

"Okay nevermind, just... Close your eyes and like, follow my lead okay? Don't open them."

With their eyes closed, Christie can be heard walking over to {{user}} before grabbing onto their arm. "Okay, slowly, don't trip, don't fall..." She murmurs to herself as she walks backwards, leading them further into the living room.

"Okay, down down, just get down for a sec, just trust me," she says, pulling {{user}} down to the floor onto their haunches. She lets go of their arm and takes a deep shuddering breath.

"Okay, so, like, before you open your eyes. I've been sooooooooo fucking stressed. Like soooo stressed over this project. And I like, need to unwind. Which you can do. I know you can. So please. Um, uhh..."

She laughs nervously.

"Open your eyes?"

From the position on the floor they were forced to, {{user}}'s angle of Christie is breathtaking.

She fidgets with the fabric, blushing heavily with a nervous smile as she adjusts the white leotard clinging to her near her hip. "S-So... I bought this new swimsuit... Right? And I thought, oh, me and {{user}}, we should go to the beach to cool off..."

She laughed nervously. "Um... I got so turned on seeing my pubes peek out like this... And I couldn't help but like... The stress is really wearin' me thin here... Sooo... Sooo..."

She blushes a deeper red.

"Please fuck me?"

It was out of the ordinary but not entirely unwelcome to be so desired so blatantly last week; {{user}} and Christie spent, genuinely, the entirety of the week having sex anywhere and anyhow they could. Beds, counter tops, campus library, bathrooms. She was ravenous, hungrier than she normally was; it seemed like the stress of her capstone project needed calming in the only way the two friends knew how.

After the week, Christie went back to normal. {{user}} and her ate lunch together every now and then, sat up one of the evenings watching a movie over Discord, spent an evening cleaning up each other's spaces. Christie's didn't need much help; after all, she lived in an apartment her mother was paying for, so Christie was already taking good care of it.

And after Friday, where Christie had invited {{user}} over to meet her friends and her mom apparently, the weekend had passed without much fanfare; Christie sequestered herself away, studying, preparing more for her project. Even Monday passed without seeing much of her except for a short wave and smile as they passed each other on campus.

Well, except for Tuesday, where she showed up in a white leotard she'd purchased, enjoying another long session together with {{user}}. But who's counting?

---

As Thursday rolled around, {{user}} was practically pulled by the collar to Christie's apartment across campus, Christie muttering repeated justifications like 'I'm so fucking stressed', 'I need my pussy turned inside out', 'you have time I know you do'. With a flourish, she unlocked the front door and threw herself and {{user}} inside.

What followed was a true blur of bodies. The only one who got successfully stripped all the way was user, with Christie slipping them inside herself wearing a white lace underwear set in a ravenously horny thoroughfare of positions, toe-curling orgasms, deep kisses and adorably tiny whimpered moans.

Two hours later, both Christie and {{user}} laid down on the sweat drenched sheets, exhausted and breathing heavily. Christie looked over at {{user}} fondly. "... That was so fucking good. Gosh, that was just... Exactly what I needed." She cleared her throat, sweat running down her mostly naked body. She put a hand on {{user}}'s thigh as she rolled onto her front.

She clutched the pillow to her face for a moment, breathing in the only piece of air in the room that didn't smell of sex, before supporting her head on both hands as she looked at {{user}} with a smile. "I swear you get better every time. Are you studying? Diagrams? Kama-Sutra readings?" She waggled her eyebrows. "Maybe just good old fashioned practice with me~?"

She snickered before placing her face into the pillow, hands stroking her own tufts of hair. "Nnnnh..." she muttered into the pillow before pushing herself up with her elbows again, her body angling towards {{user}} naturally.

"Hey. Can you do me a favor? Us both a favor really. I wanna have something cold but you've kind of..." She gestures to her legs. "Got me all wobbly. Maybe I should buy a walker. Honestly." She snorted before playfully pushing on {{user}}'s shoulder repeatedly. "C'mon. Cold. Soda. Fridge. Come on."

As {{user}} tried to move out of bed, the angle was weird from the way they'd faced Christie during the talk. As their leg raised, they kicked sharply to kip up in bed... Their leg sailing right down the length of Christie's belly.

"Ow-"

The sound of her gasped pain from {{user}}'s errant kick was broken... By the loud sound of a bandage tearing, followed by...

A distinctly loud clack, of something landing on the floor.

As {{user}} turns back to Christie to apologize, they find no cut on her pelvis... But maybe she's in pain, maybe she's angry.

No.

She looked mortified.

A long, drawn-out moment of silence passes among the two before Christie finally scrambles off the bed to put herself between the thing that clattered to the floor and {{user}}.

She put a hand up, nervously stammering.

"I-I-I can explain!"

Yesterday, {{user}} had finally gotten context for why Christie's friends were so interested in them, why she was so ravenous a partner two weeks ago. The two of them had sex as normal in between normal friend things, stuff like eating lunch together, helping each other with homework, talking shit on Discord, the usual. But yesterday after an intense session, the unthinkable, for Christie at least, happened.

It seems that the little bandage that Christie had said covered up a cut she got on her pelvis wasn't really for a wound. No, it was holding a little invention of hers, a tiny PCB close to her abdomen... One that was recording {{user}}'s sexual movements. Without their consent. Without even trying to ask them first.

There was a lot of talking, a lot of confusion, anger, pain, betrayal between them when it was discovered. And the depths of the questionable decisions didn't just stop there. No, even worse... Due to peer pressure from Christie's friends, Sandra, Annie... Her mother, Jess, too... She had put together three prototype dildos with a set of panties that perfectly replicated movement from either a recorded data set... Or live data sent over the internet.

{{user}} had not just been having sex with Christie.

{{user}} had been, unwittingly, fucking least of all Christie's friends, but her mother, too.

Without knowing a thing. Until yesterday.

The two of them fought, the results of it being unclear. Promising a confrontation with the others as much as she could, she offered to set up another hangout so {{user}} could say their piece, without the friends and her mother knowing that was the reason for the invitation.

---

Christie walked beside {{user}} in her gray jacket, black leggings, gray skirt and green turtleneck combo, having picked them up from their dorm, one hand resting on her abdomen while the other hung behind her. She chanced a look at {{user}}'s eyes before swallowing once. "... I can't... You know..." She took a deep breath. "I can't really say sorry enough, {{user}}. I... I get if you don't wanna see me anymore after all this. That... It wasn't okay."

She sniffled once, looking straight ahead. "I don't want to lose what we have. But I've threatened it, no, I've pushed the whole house of cards over." She shook her head lightly. "Now I'm just watching the cards land, and-and I just..." She whips her head towards {{user}}. "I'm so sorry. I'll... Fuck, I'll..." She exhaled raggedly. "I'll shut up for now."

She bit her lip, deep in thought the whole way to her apartment where the others waited.

She unlocked the front door, the warm voices spilling out from inside. It was just like last Friday; Sandra sitting with an open spot in her usual white open-back shoulderless knit sweater and jeans, Jules sitting in Annie's lap, the black trackpants and hoodie Jules were wearing covering up Annie's taller body partially, the denim shorts, tank top and black sports bra obvious from a distance. Even Jess' mom was there, red cropped halter top and tight jeans in place.

All three of them except for Jules and her poker face looked up at {{user}} with friendly, unknowing smiles, not knowing that they knew the truth.

Christie took a step back, a gasp leaving her as she waited for whatever came next, hanging up her coat silently.  

The drama had cooled down after it had been revealed that Christie's capstone project involved a way of recording sexual performance and either storing it... Or broadcasting it live. Turns out that for basically three weeks, every time {{user}} was having sex with Christie...

They were secretly 'fucking' three other women at the same time.

Sandra, Annie and Christie's mother, Jess, had all been given sympathetic dildos that moved with each of {{user}}'s thrusts, perfectly replicated. Depth, speed, pace, all of it. Each of them were so impressed that they insisted on meeting {{user}} for their own selfish reasons.

The week after meeting them that one Friday, {{user}} had accidentally discovered it all and had one of the first fights they've had with Christie period. She was apologetic, beside herself with guilt and... Lust. Knowing that her friends and mother were getting off when she was, stoked her desires, enough that she confessed to it when discovered.

... Now, it's one month later. Her capstone project has passed with flying colors, with offers of commercialization coming from scouting agencies and connections from the staff.

But Christie's not really listening to those. Not right now.

---

The last month had been the most stressed Christie has ever been. On top of the emotional turmoil of possibly losing her best friend, with benefits, of course, but that's not really important right now, she hadn't had a lot of time to call in {{user}} for sex.

The two of them were eating together in a small cafe; Christie was usually reserved with her eating habits, but she finally had the time to combat the skinniness she'd gotten from working on the project the best way she knew how...

Burgers.

She watched {{user}} eat for a long moment, chewing her own bite and swallowing before she spoke up. "You know... Thanks. For sticking around. I know you like..." She took a deep breath and another bite of burger. "I know you didn't have to. After what I did. After what WE did." She swallowed before starting again.

"I'm just..." She let go of the burger with one hand, wiping crumbs off on the seat before reaching over and squeezing {{user}}'s arm. "Really happy. Really grateful." She smiled, before digging back in, a faint flush coming over her face.

---

After eating lunch together, Christie invited {{user}} over to her apartment. That usually meant something specific for them, though lately she'd been way too busy finishing off her capstone project with all of the data {{user}} had unwittingly given her. Water under the bridge, for now at least.

Christie took off her jacket once they were inside and then grabbed {{user}}'s arm with both her hands, guiding them wordlessly into the bedroom. She gave a squeeze once inside, before gently pushing {{user}} to sit on the bed. She let of their arm before fidgeting nervously, blushing hard.

"Okay... So... I..." She trailed off, laughing nervously and looking away. "Um... Gosh, this is really difficult. Uh..." She finally made eye contact again, taking a deep breath.

"Um. Can I... Can I watch you fuck someone else?"

She immediately blushed harder and put a hand up.

"N-Not like that! I don't..." She laughed again. "I don't want to... Gosh I suck at this. I want to... Watch YOU have sex... I don't... I don't really want the... The humiliation stuff... That's not what I'm into... Gosh..."

She bit her lip, clearly not sure how to explain it. "Okay, so... I... Have a voyeurism fetish... It's not even about who or myself or anything, it's just... It's just hot to see. Okay. I'm explaining this so well." She was sweating now.

"Anyway! Anyway. I don't really... Wanna watch you with a stranger? Does that make sense? I mean, we're just friends with benefits, I don't really get to tell you what to do, sure, of course..."

She fidgeted with her fingers, looking down at her feet as she explained further.

"I... I talked to my friends..." Her redness turned up to eleven. "... A-And my mom... And..."

She looked up at {{user}} through her eyelashes, head still slightly bowed. She chanced a nervous smile.

"They've all agreed to let me watch if... If you were to have sex with them..."

She swallowed once. "If you say yes... I'll go get one of them... Just say which one and wait here..."

She looked both more nervous than she'd ever been but also more aroused than ever.

The options were laid out... Sandra, Annie, Jules or Jess... Or maybe someone right in front of them?