By one most beloved

Mark looked at the rainbow-coloured young woman in abject confusion.

“Like… to your place?”

He was aware the question was redundant, in reply to the invitation given… but he’d just not been prepared for the offer at all. He’d spent all afternoon with Lacey sprawled across his lap, showing her the final product of his and Monica’s work from the shoot the other day. The professional photographer herself was in back with another client, so here he had ended up… underneath the wriggling bottom of a girl he was showing images of sucking his own cock. She had ‘ooh’d’ and ‘ah’d’ and giggled at every lurid angle they’d captured of her, offering a running commentary of how well they’d shown off her tits, or caught a flash of cameltoe. Setting the back of Mark’s neck on fire with prickling embarrassment. Somehow it was completely different from the day-to-day eroticism with Stacy. She was an old and established friend, after all. This 19-year old gumdrop princess made him feel like a socially-inept, nerdy virgin all over again. And that was before she’d invited him to “Come hang out afterwards…”.

“Sure! I spend so much time streaming… I don’t actually get many visitors. You seem like a nice guy, and you’ve done me a real solid with these photos. So, why not? Let me order us in some chinese, as a bonus!”

There were so many layers to that offer that the highschool teen was trying to navigate. This was a barely-dressed older girl with flamboyantly eye-catching stylings, who he had just spent an hour trying to hide his erection from while she excitedly assessed the multiple elicit pictures he’d edited of her. Was it at all possible that there was anything innocent about an invitation to go to her house? Where did she even live? Surely, not with her parents… going out dressed like that.

For that matter… was there any problem if the offer wasn’t innocent? An image flashed up in his mind of Stacy’s face… but was then immediately followed by one of that face coated in god-knew-whose assorted splashes of semen. Of the advice his mother had been trying to give him, followed by the still-overwhelming knowledge that he had woken up in her bed this morning and watched her join in as he fucked his best friend. He didn’t want to go home yet… he still had thoughts to work through… So… why not?

Lacey’s apartment was in a tall building near the centre of town. Mark was both shocked and not shocked to find that she, indeed, had the whole place to herself. It was hard to believe that someone only a year older than him already owned a place like this… but then, he knew exactly how she’d earned it. The entirely open-space was just a nerdy nirvana, with anime models and old band posters strewn across every available surface. More boxes of unopened or half-opened packages threatened to trip him up with every step, which he soon realised were mostly full of a ridiculous variety of sex-toys.

“Yeah… sorry. They just keep sending more!” His hostess chuckled, making herself more comfortable by apparently just stripping immediately down to her underwear in the short entrance hall. “I feel bad throwing any of them away… but like, where do you put them all?!”

Mark tried to politely ignore the half-naked body which pressed itself very close to him as she pushed past into the kitchen-area. Leaning down to take off his shoes he spotted that a lot of the parcels had hand-written notes attached, in a variety of languages. The one he could understand full of less-polite words which jumped out of the page at you. Sultry commands, or begging askances. Disgusting poetry and proposals of undying devotion. The teen boy just had to wonder: how many strangers across the planet thought they were in love with this girl?! How many would be plotting his murder just for wandering in to these hallowed halls. The enormity of one at least vaguely human-seeming person to a vast contingent of internet denizens suddenly sank for him. He didn’t feel entirely safe here.

“What menu do you want?” Lacey called, looking up from her phone and pouring herself a glass of orange juice. Mark gulped, visibly. This might’ve been a mistake...