Chapter 3: Rising Action
"Come on, Ems, you can do it!" Sarah said with a wink, patting the large, maroon desk in her bedroom-turned-classroom-for-the-evening. Plenty of frat boys had gotten their jollies off starring at the hot sorority girls in this very room. At least that's what I'd heard.
I had never actually stepped foot in the place before. I'd always thought of Sarah as one of my best friends, and I didn't want to get mixed up in anything that would ruin our friendship. She, however, had other plans. She wanted me to take heretics, which had been my downfall.
I had always struggled to really fit in at this university, having come from a relatively sheltered background. Sarah, on the other hand, had no such problem. A more confident, outspoken, and charismatic individual I had never met - at least not in person.
Sarah had always managed to be the center of attention wherever we went. And she knew it. She used her power for good, to help her fellow students succeed - or to get what she wanted.
In this case, she wanted me to help her cheat on an exam, and when I refused, she bargained with me. She told me how she knew people in high places, people who could help me get a job after graduating. She told me that I was wasting my time, stressing myself out, when there was a simpler solution to success. So, I gave in.
I was desperate to graduate, and my pride couldn't handle another failure. I had failed before, in high school, when a boy I liked had asked me to send him nude pictures of myself. I had been young and foolish, and I regretted it ever since.
Now, here I was, once again, making a decision I would regret. I swallowed my pride, pushed down my objections, and took a deep breath. I looked around the room, trying not to make eye contact with anyone.
I saw a few familiar faces - mostly Sarah's sorority sisters. There were a few guys, too, but I couldn't tell if they were frat brothers or just friends of Sarah's.
I took a seat in the chair in front of the desk, my heart racing. I glanced up at Sarah, who gave me an encouraging nod. I closed my eyes, took another deep breath, and opened them again.
I couldn't believe I was about to do this. But it was too late to turn back now. I had made my decision, and I had to live with it.
Sarah walked over to the bed, which lay on a small stage at the far end of the room. The bed was draped in red velvet, with large, fluffy pillows placed all around it. It looked like something out of a movie, something that had no place in a college dorm room.
Sarah took off her robe climbed onto the bed, arranging herself in a seductive position.
She opened her legs wide, exposing herself fully to the crowd. I could feel my face turning red as I heard the low murmur of voices from the audience.
“Alright, let’s get this over with,” I muttered under my breath, standing up from my seat. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself as I walked over to the bed. Sarah grinned at me, biting her lower lip, and I didn’t know if she was trying to be seductive or just fucking with me.
I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself between Sarah’s legs.
I could feel the weight of the room on me, all eyes staring, waiting, expecting me to put on a show. I looked up at Sarah, my face just inches away from her pussy.
“Relax, Emily,” she whispered, her voice husky and seductive. “It’s just like old times.”
I closed my eyes, remembering the times we used to fool around in high school. It had always been innocent, just two friends exploring their sexuality together. But this was different. This was for an audience, for a grade, for my future.
I took a deep breath and dove in, burying my face between Sarah's legs. I could feel her shiver in pleasure as my tongue explored her clit.
"Oh, fuck, yes!" Sarah cried out, her fingers tangling in my hair. I could hear the sound of cameras clicking and the low murmur of voices from the audience.
I tried to block them out, focus on the task at hand. I licked and sucked at Sarah's pussy, feeling her get wetter and wetter.
I could feel her orgasm building, could hear her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She threw her head back, moaning loudly.
"Fuck, Emily! Don't stop!" she cried out, her hips grinding against my face.
I could feel her legs shaking as she came, could feel the heat of her orgasm on my tongue. I slowed down, letting her relax before I pulled away.
I looked up at her, my lips sticky with her juices. She grinned down at me, a satisfied look on her face.
I could feel a blush creeping up my cheeks as I looked away, embarrassed by the attention. I climbed off the bed, adjusting my clothes as I walked back to my seat.
The room erupted into applause as soon as I sat down. I could feel my heart racing, my hands shaking as I tried to compose myself. I looked up at Sarah, who was still lying on the bed, looking completely at ease.
"Well done, Emily," she said, giving me a wink. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at her words.
But now it was my turn, I had to take off my robe.
I looked around the room, gathering all the courage I had left. I stood up, my legs trembling slightly. I undid the tie of my robe and let it slide down my body, pooling at my feet.
I was standing there completely naked in front of all these people, feeling more vulnerable than I ever had before. I looked over at Sarah, who was staring at me with a hungry look in her eyes.
"Fuck, Emily, you look so fucking hot," she said, biting her lower lip.
I could feel my face turning red, but I tried to hold her gaze. I had never felt so vulnerable before, but I wanted to prove to Sarah, to myself, that I was brave enough to go through with this.
I could feel my nipples hardening under the gaze of the room, could feel my pussy getting wet as I thought about what was about to happen. I had never had sex with a woman before, let alone in front of an audience. I was both terrified and exhilarated at the thought.
"Come here," Sarah said, crooking her finger at me.
I walked over to her, feeling self-conscious and exposed. She reached out and ran a finger down my chest, tracing a line from my collarbone to my navel. Goosebumps broke out on my skin at her touch.
"You're so beautiful," she whispered, leaning in to kiss me. I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of her lips on mine. I could feel the heat of the room, the weight of all those eyes on us, but I tried to push it aside and focus on the moment.
Sarah's kiss was soft and sensual, her tongue exploring my mouth. I could feel her hand on my hip, pulling me closer to her.
She reached down between us, her fingers sliding between my legs. I gasped as she found my clit, rubbing it in slow circles. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter, my body trembling with desire. I broke the kiss, panting heavily as I looked down at her.
"Fuck, Sarah," I moaned, my voice barely above a whisper.
Sarah pushes Emily to sit between her legs facing the crowd.
The crowd hoots and hollers as Sarah spreads Emily's legs and starts to explore her pussy with her fingers. Sarah's fingers are slick with Emily's juices as she slides them in and out of her. The crowd can see everything, and their excitement grows.
Sarah leans down and starts to lick Emily's clit, her tongue flicking back and forth quickly. Emily moans and arches her back, her body trembling with pleasure.
But the then Sarah stops, and whispers into Emily’s ear. Looks like our audience can’t see everything, why don’t we spread your little pussy open for everyone to see.”
Sarah suggested, with a devious grin on her face as she hooked her fingers into the folds of Emily’s pussy, spreading her open.
The audience cheered louder, and Emily’s face reddened as she felt completely exposed with Sarah showing off her wet, pink pussy to the crowd. Emily’s mind went blank, she couldn’t handle that everyone was able to see her precious place.
Before Emily could say anything she hooks her fingers into the folds of Emily’s pussy, spreading her open.
“No, Sarah, please, I don’t know if I can do this...” Emily’s voice was trembling.
“Oh, come one, Ems. You know you want to. You always were the kinkiest of all my friends,” Sarah’s words were full of her usual teasing and arrogance, and Emily had a flashback of an old sleepover where Sarah persuaded her to touch herself for the first time, and then watched with a sly grin.
Emily was beyond mortified. Yes, she found girls attractive, but she would never have volunteered it herself. She was always so concerned about how others perceived her and couldn’t handle being deemed the "alternative" friend. And now, she was being put on display for a crowd, and she felt exposed and vulnerable.
However, the crowd was in frenzy. They cheered Sarah on as if they were watching a football game. Each wet sound of Sarah’s tongue sent a ripple of excitement through the audience. And, surprisingly, Sarah seemed to be enjoying herself.
But then Emily realized with horror that she needed to pee. There was no way she could stop it from squirting out if she came. She tried to push the thought out of her mind, but it was too late.
As Sarah continued to lick and tease Emily's clit, Emily could feel the pressure building in her bladder. She bit her lip, trying to hold it in, but it was no use.
"Sarah, I need to go to the bathroom," Emily gasped, trying to wriggle out of Sarah's grasp.
But Sarah just laughed, holding Emily's hips in place. "Oh no you don't, Emily. You're not going anywhere until you come for me."
Emily's face turned bright red as she realized that there was no escape.
She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to relax as the pressure built. But it was no use. She could feel the warm trickle of urine spilling out onto Sarah's tongue.
The crowd gasped in shock, but Sarah didn't seem to care. She continued to lap at Emily's pussy, greedily drinking up every drop. Emily lay there, humiliated and exposed, as the crowd watched.
But then something strange happened. Emily could feel the shame and embarrassment melting away, replaced by a strange sense of liberation. She had never felt so free, so alive.
She let out a loud moan, her body shuddering in pleasure as she came hard, squirting all over Sarah's face.
The crowd went wild, cheering and clapping as they watched Sarah lap up every drop of Emily's orgasm. Sarah's face was covered in Emily's juices, her lips glistening with wetness.
Emily lay there, spent and exhausted, as Sarah crawled up beside her and kissed her deeply. Emily could taste herself on Sarah's lips, and she moaned into the kiss.