Mostly Chloe

The first one showed a grainy image of a girl mid-swing on the Star Flyer - it could have been anyone from this distance, but I knew deep down it was me. In the next frame, Chloe's bare breasts bounced and swayed in crisp high-definition video as she rode the pendulum.

I felt two emotions at once. My face burned with embarressment at my own almost exposure, but my heart raced at the clip of Chloe's breasts.

But beneath my own embarrassment lurked a secret spark of excitement - an illicit thrill at having come so close to exposure, to having my own body put on display for all to see. I envied how they were all enraptured by Chloe's assets/

The boy caught me staring at Chloe's video and smirked. "I missed that final moment when your dress flew up," he said with a chuckle.

His friend snickered. "Yeah but we still got her friend's tits out for a solid minute."

They high-fived each other, and I felt a twinge of jealousy grow at their casual objectification of Chloe. She was more than just a pair of breasts - she was my best friend, someone I'd known since childhood. But more importantly, why were they not looking at me?

But as much as I tried to hide it, part of me couldn't deny the raw, animalistic allure of those videos. The power they held over us now that we had seen her in such a vulnerable state...

I watched Chloe's oblivious face in the video and wondered what it would be like if that was me.

"Don't worry," the boy said, as if reading my mind. "We won't let anyone else see."

"But we were thinking..." his friend trailed off, a sly look in his eye. "...about maybe getting together again tomorrow?"

I seriously considered it. I wanted that thrill, that taboo high...