Ari sets Jill up with a sex addiction group.

That night, Jill headed home with the intention of putting on some frilly lingerie, heading to the bar and chipping away at her total. If she played her cards right she could fuck three, maybe four guys tonight.

She tore into her front door and pulled off her professional work-outfit. Naked, she plopped down in front of her computer and opened up a porn video of an all-black orgy. it was always helpful to warm herself up before a night out. She had just slipped a finger into her moist slit, when her phone rang.

It was Ari. "Hi Jill! What are you up to?"

"Oh, just rubbing myself a bit."

"Damn Jill, you're really turning into quite the whore aren't you? I read your email... about all the guys."

Jill wasn't sure if she should feel flattered or offended. "Don't knock it until you've tried it." Sounded like a lame response to Jill, but at least it was genuine.

Ari went on. "Anyway hon, I think I've found a possible solution to your problem..."

Jill was happy to hear it, but not remotely confident. She'd asked Ari for a solution but knew that Ari didn't have the first idea what it was like to spend all her time fucking or trying to fuck. Her solution could ignore any number of practicalities. Still Jill was eager to know what it was.

"I hope you don't mind," Ari said, "I've set you up with a sex addiction group."

And Jill's heart sank. She thought she could count on Ari to understand, or at least accept her as the person she was becoming. Instead her best friend thought she was a sex addict, after one small orgy. She bit her tongue for a moment. Then couldn't help but respond, "Ari... I'm sorry you feel that way. I don't have a problem, I'm just trying to finish this assignment so I can get on with my life." Jill's point was only partially true, and she knew it. She did want to finish her assignment and get on with her life. But she now wanted it to be a life that involved far more sex than she had ever imagined.

Ari had a response. "Whoa hon, I don't think you have a problem. You missed my point entirely."

Jill still wasn't listening and she was starting to feel snippy, "Oh yeah? What was your point?"

"I figured a sex addiction therapy group would be filled with easy guys. And would be a good start for you."

And Ari had a point. Suddenly Jill's entire outlook flipped. Ari wasn't trying to hinder her. She was trying to help her. And she felt embarrassed that she'd ever doubted her best friend.

Jill responded sheepishly, "Ari.... I'm.... I'm sorry I doubted you."

"It's okay. You never have to explain yourself to me. I understand you're in a weird place right now. I'll email you the place and time for the sex addict group. You go fuck yourself sore and make me proud."

And Jill smiled as a happy tear rolled down her cheek. She hung up the phone. Now where was she? Oh yeah where else would she be: porn, fucking.

Three nights later Jill was sitting in a large conference room with twenty to thirty other people. She looked around at them. They all seemed so normal. She would never have guessed they were all sex addicts.

Jill wore a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that clung too her just a bit. She couldn't wear her full-blown lingerie here, obviously. But she wanted something that wouldn't look appropriate but would still get attention. Not that it really mattered. An attractive girl at a sex addicts meeting probably got plenty of attention regardless what she wore.

She looked around the room. It was filled with men. There seemed to be only two other women in the group. And soon Jill learned that even that wasn't true. One of the women was the therapist in charge of running the Group. Dr. Karen Ganz, a woman in her mid, maybe late 40's with curly red hair and glasses and far too attractive to be the facilitator for a sex addicts group. 'Whose bright idea was this?' Jill thought as the pretty therapist started to speak. It seemed more than obvious that every man in the room stared right through her, thinking of how badly they wanted to strip off her long skirt, bend her over and make her howl.

The other girl however, Jill wasn't sure of her name, was there as a patient, a full blown sex addict. She had sweet blonde hair that looked naturally dark at the roots, pink lips and blue eyes. She was bundled up in a thick sweater, clearly trying to dowdy down her sexuality. Jill wondered... if she could get to her, how many doors would that open up for her... for the both of them.

Or perhaps she should just start with one of the men. Some of the guys there were ugly and fat but there were still several good possibilities too. A few men were a little older but quite attractive. Gray foxes. There were a few black guys. Jill already knew she preferred them. And a couple of guys who looked like trouble, shaved heads, lots of tattoos. That had never been Jill's type. But she couldn't help think that they could probably introduce her to any number of deviant friends.

Group members talked for a good hour. Jill's attention checked in and out. Most of them spoke of porn addiction. One or two of them actually had lots of sex regularly. The girl didn't speak. And then it was time for a break. 'Help yourself to coffee and cookies type deal.' This was Jill's opportunity to approach someone. But who?