The birdwatcher's club

Ben Hoolihan, head of the birdwatcher's club, he of the slim figure and floppy dark hair, was ambling through the Pinkwhistle Woods at the head of his troupe, which consisted of two girls and four other boys. The girls were both lesbians, and they all got along famously.

Of course, they were all kind of dorks. He'd met two of the boys through the chess club, and one of the girls through a Magic: the Gathering tournament. But out in the woods, it didn't matter if you were cool or not. The only thing that mattered was how good your camera was, and how many birds you saw.

It went without saying that they all had very, very good cameras.

"Alright, gang," Ben said cheerfully. "We're looking for two specimens today. The small-breasted warbler and the red-capped tomtit, both very rare in this part of the world, but I think, if we keep our eyes open, we must just get lucky. So let's be very, very quiet, and..."

He paused. The bird-watching troupe, who were very well trained, paused with him. They weren't going to miss out on seeing a small-breasted warbler, if they could help it.

Slowly, he pointed. The troupe's eyes followed his finger.

He was watching two figures creep very carefully through the forest, ducking behind trees and glancing nervously around to make sure they weren't being followed. One was a slim, tall girl with dark pigtails, long legs, high small breasts and a perky little bottom. The other was a more full-figured tomboy with curly ginger hair, freckles cascading down her cleavage, surprisingly large breasts and more ginger curls nestling between her strong creamy thighs.

He recognised Bonnie and Susie right away, of course, since they went to his school. But it was still nice to get a physical description.

For a moment, he hesitated, worried about the ethics of it. This was the past, after all. Surely carnival magic wasn't in effect yet? But then he realised carnival magic works retroactively, shrugged and raised his camera.

Susie heard a click.

She spun around, and looked directly into the face of a boy she had a huge gigantic crush on, holding what had to be the most expensive-looking camera she'd ever seen. (Ben had been an early investor in Bitcoin. Do not take investment advice from niche online erotica.) Plus four other boys, and two girls, with even more expensive cameras. (Old Mr. McGillicutty had put the birdwatching club in his will, on condition that all the members spent the night in a haunted house.) And she was pretty sure the girls were lesbians! (They were.)

And she was NAKED!

The situation didn't take much thinking about. Susie squealed, alerting Bonnie, and covered herself, looking adorably shy as the whole birdwatching club began to take any number of embarrassing naked pictures of her. Bonnie, assessing the situation in an instant, grabbed Susie's arm and yanked her away down the path, unintentionally exposing Susie's left breast in the process. Instantly, Ben took a picture of it.

"Never mind that," yelled Bonnie, as Susie tried to cover it back up. "We have to run!"