Rejection

Nicolette tensed her spread legs, feet locked onto the toilet seat as her fingers furiously rubbed her clit. She was lost in the gangbang fantasy playing out on her phone. Her whole essence stilled when the bathroom door handle jiggled, Oh shit! What if it's Danny's Mom! I'm so fucked. Oh my God, why does the risk turn me on??? Nicolette squeezed the hand cupping her pussy with her thighs, trying to hold off her orgasm. Don't cum. That would be embarrassing! But maybe it'd be a good thing? Such thoughts raced through Nicolette's mind as her body tried to back off the cliff.

When the door creaked open, a gust of wind tickled past Nicolette's ear, suggesting:

Keep going. You're so close, you can't let them interrupt you. And if they want to watch, let them.

Critical Success

Nicolette threw her phone on the countertop, breaking the spell of stillness. Her breath quickened. Her body tensed. She thrust her hips against the hand pressure on her clit, and her whole body quivered. Nicolette pulled her hand back and sucked her knuckle as she stared into the eyes of her interloper.

There stood Izzy, wide-eyed, staring back at the erotic scene laid out before her. Unconsciously, Izzy took a step forward into the room, her hand on the doorknob as a crimson blush spread across her tawny complexion. She half-screamed,“N-n-Nicolette!?”

Nicolette could only respond by moaning, “I-I’m c-c-umming...” Close to the edge as she was, Nicolette looked at Izzy with a mixture of unbridled lust, incredible pleasure, and embarrassment. Nicolette’s rubbed her pussy, flicking her clit as her toned tummy trembled and body spasmed. Her pussy, exposed as it was for Izzy's **** viewing pleasure, visibly clenched. Nicolette's pretty eyes rolled back into her skull, showing white beneath fluttering eyelids. A loud wild uncontrollable monosyllable moan came unbidden from the depth of Nicolette’s chest as she crossed the orgasmic precipice.

Nicolette collapsed against the back of the toilet seat and rode out the pleasurable wave. The attention Izzy gave her spurred Nicolette to lazily trace her lower lips. Reality burst through Nicolette's bubble, and shame replaced the silly cum face she wore. The moment of confidence gone, she looked at her friend's feet and whispered, “fuck.”

Mind struggling to process the erotic scene before her, Izzy yelped back, “what the fuck?”

Izzy knew her best friend was in the middle of something like an experimentation, and that Nicolette habitually masturbated during DnD breaks. But knowing and seeing are different beasts. Izzy suddenly realized she had unresolved emotions. They had always been close; when they'd gone clothes shopping they'd play-flirt, and yoga was always hotter when Nicolette was around. But today…. Today, things had changed. Yoga wasn't just hot, it was molten. Knowing Nicolette wore her shorts and had done naughty things in them didn't alter her thoughts. Seeing Nicolette cum, her pretty pussy glistening and now knowing that beautiful pussy was moist in her shorts _all day _released a torrent of emotion.

The smoke-show in the van altered everybody's relationship. Izzy kissed Nicolette. Sure, at that moment, she'd wanted to tease Zach, but now that Izzy saw those beautiful boobs Nicolette sported heave post-orgasm, she wasn't so sure that was the only reason she'd kissed Nicolette. After the show, Zach and her made love. Then they cuddled and talked about Nicolette.

Zach admitted his attraction to Nicolette. She couldn't blame him. Especially after Nicolette acted so sexy. Secretly, Izzy felt jealous. She knew Zach loved her, but she'd never acted as wantonly as Nicolette had. Zach was her man. He was the man she loved. His strong, silent arms had held her when she was weak, and they clicked all the time. But did he want her to act so wanton? Holding her close, Zach told her he loved her and cuddled her. Then, they joked about their ongoing “fight”.

Early in their romantic relationship, they'd gone on a date to the zoo. There, the discussion drifted to babies, and their opinions differed. Zach didn't want children yet; he wanted to be young and free, without attachment. Izzy wanted children. A part of her wanted to emulate her mother: a nurse and mother of three. After cuddling, Izzy teased Zach, telling him if he'd stop wearing a condom and popped a tamale in her, she'd let him have a threesome with Nicolette. Between round one and two, they felt bold and Izzy let Zach take lewd selfies to tease Nicolette.

When Nicolette showed up at DnD, Izzy felt a smoldering desire she tried to mask, even to herself. It kept growing until Nicolette left the room…

Izzy intended to find an empty bathroom. It was pure dumb luck that she was here, staring at Nicolette's sweaty, lusty, trembling body and not somewhere else washing up.

Nicolette's panic rose as the milliseconds crept forward. The stare she received from Izzy was intimate… Passionate… Hungry. Unsure of her footing, Nicolette didn't know how to respond. She felt conflicted. Her intense arousal hadn't eased in the slightest from that delicious orgasm. Some dim part of her recognized that she loved the attention she was garnering. The dim part fought against the shy, repressed part that sought privacy. Porn had always provided a safe sanctum where she was free to be as wanton as she wanted to be in private. Now, that compromise no longer felt like a compromise.

While they shared that long moment, sexual tension raged against the doubt and duties each girl held. A gust of wind arose from the AC kicking on, spurring action:

Offer yourself to whoever walks in. Open your mouth, tongue out. Take your feet, put them on the toilet, and spread your hips out to maximize the visibility of your cunt.

Success

The idea felt right somehow. Catching Izzy's eyes briefly with her own, Nicolette moved her feet subtly and flexed her body, pulling Izzy's attention to her pink folds. When Izzy focused back on Nicolette's face, the brunette had her mouth open, tongue out with a tiny dripping droplet of saliva about to drop onto her creamy tits.

“Hey, Izzy?” Nicolette asked coquettishly. Her fingers spread her labia wide, revealing her soft inner muscle and delicate flower. Her hole, flexing in and out with her breath, caught Izzy's attention again as Nicolette asked her question, “do you want me?”

Izzy's heart chilled that moment. They both felt the offer coming… The tension between them demanded it. But Izzy didn't expect Nicolette to be so explicit. Of course, she wanted her. Who wouldn't? But. Nevertheless, her heart belonged to Zach. Izzy desperately wanted to fool around. Her lip quivered in indecision. Nicolette waited expectantly… wantonly. Almost disbelieving her words, Izzy shook her head, “No. I-I can't… I love Zach.”

They stood, eyes locking, and an awkwardness fell over them. Both girls blushed before Izzy's head drooped, and she turned around and stammered,“I-im going to go…”

The door slammed and Nicolette lost that delicious erotic spark. Rejection. It was a big word, entailing fear and coldness. Nicolette's nude skin chilled and goosebumps crept up her arms. Did I just ruin my friendship? Does Izzy hate me? Oh fuck, what did I just do?

Pulling her knees in to her chest, Nicolette didn't want to think. She didn't want to be here playing DND. At this moment, she wanted a hug from her Mom. Nicolette needed comfort, but her mind played tricks on her; she thought of her upcoming exams, her broken relationship with Izzy, the trouble she'd found herself in without a job, and... the situation at home. Fuck. What happens tomorrow? It's only Monday. I've still got school tomorrow…

Nicolette really didn't want to think anymore. Without questioning herself further, Nicolette reopened the web browser and pulled up the last gangbang video. Vaguely aware that the party was ready to continue playing, she felt the pressure to cum quickly. Drawn into her addiction once more, Nicolette wondered how it would feel to let herself be degraded. Still aroused, she fingered herself, rapidly seeking orgasm.

Yes, take it slut! Let him skullfuck you like the worthless set of holes you are. Gods, I deserve it. I'm a worthless slut. Yea, let that big cock pound your ass. Just like Danny did. Yea, can’t fake those cries, bitch. We deserve to be treated like that. Punish me.

Groaning silently, Nicolette felt another orgasm wash over her and with it a tsunami of guilt. Post nut clarity hit hard and Nicolette felt disgusted with herself. Standing, Nicolette heard another whisper,

Send a sexy photo to John, thanking him for the heads-up.

Critical Success

Shrugging, Nicolette turned and snapped an effortless photo of herself flashing a peace sign in the mirror. She felt like such a worthless whore already, why not let her brother in on the secret? It was a decent photo: Her nipples stood at attention while her body twisted to show off her ass. Eyes hidden by the photo, the only part of her face that could be seen was her smile. She didn’t bother to check if it was real or genuine. Presently, Nicolette cared about sending it. So, she attached the caption, Thanks for looking out for your slutty little sis big bro!

Nicolette walked out of the bathroom and grabbed the beer and firewhiskey. The idea of drinking disgusted her, but she'd brought it up to the group. The idea of disappointing the group further terrified her. Clutching her phone between the drinks, she took a deep breath before entering the barn. Summoning her inner manic pixie, she opened the door and held her phone and drinks in front of her on a dinner platter she found in the kitchen.

A flush of arousal bloomed on her skin where her male friend’s stared. The boys gazed hungrily, drinking in her nudity, while Izzy looked away. Playing off the energy, Nicolette struck a sexy pose after setting her things down, and asked playfully, “Miss me?”

Modifiers:

Libido +3

Libido total = 41

Status Effect:

Marijuana: max DC = 90 for next 2 hours

Kink:

Exhibitionism

Fetish:

Making Porn

A/N:

Poll's are closed. Thank you for the feedback. I am planning a tattoo shop scene. If you have an idea for a tattoo or piercing and want it featured, message me or comment. The naughtier, the better.