The pictures of Lacy and her best friend

It went back to her early days in college. Lacy was eighteen years old then and had barely slept with two boys, but she was eager for the chance to do more. She moved into the dorms at her college early in September, and she'd been matched with another freshman girl, Zaina. From the beginning Lacy had been impressed by Zaina. She had gorgeous skin and long, shiny black hair. Unlike Lacy, she talked all the time about how she wanted lots of tattoos all up her back.

One night, she and Zaina had come home drunk from a party in another dorm. Lacy had complained about how a boy at the party had ignored her all night long.

"I have an idea," Zaina had said. That idea of hers led them to strip down to their underwear, and then they were completely topless, covering their chests with only their hands.

"Do you think this'll really work?" Lacy remembered saying.

Zaina was kneeling very close to her then. They could feel each other's body heat. "If you make it look real," she said.

What remained of that night on Lacy's phone were pictures of her body and Zaina's against each other, their breasts pressed together, their lips touching. Photos of her ass with Zaina's hand grabbing it. Together that year they had mastered the art of the nude, but only on that night had they allowed themselves to toy with each other. They hadn't gone farther than kissing and touching. It was one of the most sensual nights of Lacy's life.

Not many people had seen the pictures they'd taken that night, just her, Zaina, and the boy they both tried to seduce. And as of today, Jack. She only remembered that she had just exposed her best friend's erotic pictures to a stranger after it was too late to un-send the message.

"Oh, shit," Lacy gasped as she saw the word READ appeared.