A new friend

As Kiara walked him up to the deserted 5th floor, Mark realized she’d disappeared, and that he was carrying his backpack.

“Go straight about 30 feet.” Mark found himself a little startled, even though—by now—he should have become accustomed to a disembodied voice inside his head. “Sit down on the couch, directly opposite the small Asian girl who’s sitting alone at a desk. Her back is against the wall. You’ll be 15 feet away. You’ve met her before. She was in your econ class last semester. You never noticed her. She noticed you, mainly because you were late to class so often. Her name is Cindy.” Mark followed instructions. “Nod at her, then slouch on the couch, shut your eyes and pretend to sleep.” Silence.

From his vantage point on the couch he realized Cindy’s desk covered everything below her waist. She was wearing a baggy sweat shirt. She had straight black hair. She was cute. He picked up his phone and pretended to call someone.

“I wish to match up with that girl’s kink,” Mark muttered quietly into the phone, “and have her fast forward into letting me be part of it. I’ll know what it is, and she’ll do what I say. But I don’t want her to get hurt, or for anyone to feel misled, or for us to cause a nuclear war or anything.”

“Good call on this one, big guy. Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Mark shut his eyes.

A different female voice spoke inside his head.

Shit. Why does he have to sit there? I know him. What’s his name. Mike, Mark? When did he get so hot?

Mark opened his eyes the smallest amount. Cindy was looking at him. She turned back to her iPad.

Mark shut his eyes, and he could, somehow, see what she was seeing.

Cindy was looking at pornhub. She watched girls flashing tits at Mardi Gras. At video clips of braless girls. At a short video of a girl exposing herself in a fast food place, and then another, and another. At GIF’s of embarrassed college girls flashing their boobs.

She flicked to her own photos, and Mark could see what appeared to be a few selfies of Cindy. Of a blurry exposed tit at a football game, a downblouse in a classroom, an upskirt in a cafeteria.

Mark could somehow feel Cindy as she tugged on her own nipples. She turned back to pornhub to watch a video of a girl pulling off her top in what looked like a college library. It was a short clip, and Cindy watched it over and over. She reached her fingers down and unbuttoned her jeans. She looked at Mark, who did look passed out. She ran fingers lightly along her wet slit. Mark could feel her breath deepening. Cindy tilted the iPad onto some books so that she freed up both hands. She was wearing ear buds, and she turned up the volume so she could hear the girl giggle. With her other hand, she pulled hard on one nipple and then the other, while sporadically checking to make sure that Mark was asleep and that no one else was on the floor.

The giggle clicked off. She’d gotten a call.

Cindy (whispering): yo, John, what’s up

John: You studying?

Cindy: Ya

Cindy brought her hand back down to gently touch her pussy.

A picture of John flashed on her screen. Shirtless, he was in his pajamas.

John: I’m studying without a shirt. You?

From his vantage point on the couch, Mark watched through squinted eyes as Cindy scanned the library, lifted up her sweatshirt, and took the photo. A little dark and blurry. She sent it.

Cindy: Me too ^.~

Mark felt her slide a wet finger down her slit.

John: Would I be invading your personal space if I sent a dick pic?

Cindy: Hmmm.

John: Is Little Cindy asking for a dick pic?

A full-frame shot of a hard cock popped into view.

Cindy, still whispering: That is just so sweet. Really, you shouldn’t have gone to so much trouble. Or is that some cock from the internet?

Cindy looked up. Is he still asleep? She squinted. His eyes are closed, but that junk is definitely not asleep. Jesus, he’s hung and hard. She sighed again.

Cindy: Ever think of me when you're wackin' it?

She scrolled up to John’s dick pic, and slipped fingers in and out of herself a little faster. She moaned again.

John: Do you always think of me?

Cindy: Who are you again?

John: Ha.

Cindy paused to look again at the guy on the couch. He was clearly squeezing himself through his jeans. Cindy slid two fingers into her pussy.

Cindy: Oh, I remember. You’re a guy with a dick he likes to play with. That makes you just so unique.

John: I share my toys. Let me tell you what we could play if I were with you right now.

His own eyes shut, Mark felt Cindy, saw himself through her eyes, felt her own fantasy world as she imagined him wanting to see her boobs, him wanting to watch her masturbate. She loved the feeling of being dirty, of being seen.

Kiara’s voice interjected. “This is all very sweet, but she’ll be leaving the library in 40 minutes to get to class. I’ve gone to a lot of trouble, so don’t fuck it up. It’s not a home run, but a very solid double. Here’s what you do.” Mark listened carefully. He opened his eyes and rose groggily to his feet. He walked slowly so that Cindy could pull herself together.

Cindy: Listen, John, I gotta go. I’ll call you later.

She watched him walk over to the table. She couldn’t help but notice his crotch. He sat down. “It’s Cindy, right? I’m Mark. Mind if I sit here? I can’t stay awake over there.”

Mark looked at her. Sweat speckled her forehead. She was red in the face. Her eyes were downcast, groggy. Her sweatshirt splayed wide, covering her unbuttoned jeans. She was discretely wiping the fingers of her right hand on her sweatshirt.

“We were in the same Econ class last year. You sat near the front. I sat near the back.”

Cindy nodded uncertainly. “Right. I sat with the Asian kids who studied. You came late and were never paying attention.”

“You distracted me,” Mark responded. “but I definitely watched you. I like watching you.”

Cindy found herself intrigued.

“I know this is kind of out of the blue” Mark continued, “but I’d love for us to do a photo shoot. How about right now?”

“I dunno,” she said, banter having escaped her. She wanted to get out of there, but she felt stuck. “I’ve gotta study.”

“Half an hour. In the library. Right here. You keep or delete any photos you don’t like.”

He opened up his backpack, and sure enough, there was an actual camera.

“Smile.” She did. Click.

“You have a great smile.”

“What kind of pictures? Nerd studying in library?”

“Whatever turns us on.”

Cindy looked skeptical.

“Shut your eyes for me. You were on your phone and smiled at something you saw. Think about the single most intriguing thing you saw.”

Mark shut his eyes, and felt her mind go to the image of John’s cock.

“Don’t tell me what it is but hold that thought in your mouth and just suck it down. We’ll try to get that thought on camera.”

Mark opened his eyes. Cindy’s eyes were shut. She was intrigued. Click.

“You were also smiling into your iPad. Think about what you were looking at.”

“OK.”

“Were you looking at pictures?”

“Yes,” she answered.

“Think about those pictures. They were fun pictures, right? Fun videos? Was there a special girl in those pictures?” She nodded. “Visualize yourself doing what she was doing. Just sit with that image.”

Mark shut his eyes and could see what she was seeing: a girl in the library was sitting at a table, pulling off her top. Over and over.

“Cindy, you want to do what she’s doing. But for me.”

He paused.

“You want to be seen like she’s seen.”

Cindy opened her eyes. “You don’t even know what I was looking at.”

“And you don’t have to tell me. But you do want to show more of yourself.”

She knew she should leave, that this was creepy, that she didn’t know if she could trust him. She did this with John, but she’d known him since high school. She felt Mark’s voice. Somehow, she felt calmed, felt reckless.

“You know, little Cindy, what I’d really like is for you stand up so I can get a photo of your belly button.”

_My belly button? My undone pants? How does he know my nickname? _She bypassed her own questioning.

She stood. She felt her skin tingle. She felt his palm on her abdomen, his thumb under the waistband of her panties.

Mark heard Kiara’s voice clang in his head. “No touching.”

He pulled back his hand. Cindy opened her eyes and looked down at him.

“You’re a naughty boy.”

“Yes. And you’re a very naughty girl. We match.”

He stood. He was tall. She was short. As he’d been instructed a small white t shirt was in his backpack. “Change into this t shirt. I want to see you in it.”

She took the shirt from him and started for the women’s bathroom.

“Cindy. No one’s around. Here’s a good place to change.” She paused, facing away from him. She looked around, momentarily thinking it weird that no one else had come into this room in an hour. She quickly pulled off the sweatshirt. Click. She heard the camera. She pulled on the small white muscle shirt that Mark had handed her.

She turned. Boobs strained against thin material. Click. Hard, dark nipples visible through thin cotton. Click. Big smile. Click.

God, Mark thought to himself. That shirt fits her perfectly.

“Well,” Kiara’s voice rang into his ear. “I’m not God, but I’m good with clothing. By the way, Cindy’s fantasy is being seen, not being fucked. Take some photos for a while, and we can continue our tour.”

They took pictures. Cindy found herself liberated, thrilled, excited. She liked the pictures. She liked exciting Mark, and seeing his dick get hard, but knowing she wasn’t really cheating on John.

After a while, two people clattered on the stairwell and entered their floor. Mark wondered whether Kiara had kept away the usual studiers until Cindy would leave for class.

Cindy, momentarily embarrassed by the other people, pulled on her sweatshirt. She looked at her watch. She picked up her stuff. “I should go.”

Mark looked at Cindy. “Come with me.” He grabbed her hand and led her down the stairs. He took her straight to the carrel which had been the site of the furtive blow job. Its window was still covered, but the door was open, and the carrel was empty. He smiled.