A secret online friend

The room was still, but the tension between Aimee and Madison hung in the air like a thick fog. Madison’s heart raced as she stared at her best friend, wondering what she was up to. She had never seen this side of Aimee before, and it both intrigued and frightened her.

Aimee glanced at her phone, a smirk playing on her lips as she read the incoming message. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she looked up at Madison. “You won’t believe this,” she said, holding out her phone to show Madison the screen.

Madison hesitated for a moment before taking the phone from Aimee. As she read the message, her face flushed bright red. It was a response to the photo Aimee had sent, and it was explicit, to say the least. The sender's name was hidden behind a series of emojis.

"You're right. Your friend does look like a dumb cunt who'd love to have her holes abused."

“Oh my God,” Madison gasped, her hand trembling as she handed the phone back to Aimee. “What is that? Who wrote that?”

Aimee shrugged nonchalantly. “I have no idea. Some guy I met online.”

Madison felt a wave of nausea wash over her. The thought of a stranger lusting after her in such a graphic way made her feel dirty and exposed. She stood up abruptly, nearly knocking over her wineglass in the process. “I can’t do this anymore, Aimee. This is too much.”

Aimee laughed, looking up at Madison with a challenging gleam in her eyes. “Are you sure? It hasn’t even started to get interesting yet.”

Before Madison could respond, Aimee's phone chimed again, indicating another incoming message. Aimee read the new message, her grin widening. "He wants more," she said, gazing at Madison with an intensity that bordered on feral.

Madison’s mouth went dry as she imagined what the stranger might be asking for. The idea of being the subject of some random guy’s fantasies was both terrifying and maybe just a little bit exciting. She shifted uncomfortably, unsure of how to react.

“What are you going to do?” Madison asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Aimee leaned back against the couch, her eyes glittering with excitement. “He wants to know which of my holes I'd like to get abused. I think I'll show him instead of telling him.” she purred.

For a long moment, Madison said nothing. Who was this strange man and what had he done to her best friend? Then, slowly, Aimee stood up and walked to the center of the room and lifted her shirt over her head, revealing her bare breasts. Madison's breath caught in her throat as she watched Aimee's hands move down to the waistband of her pajama shorts, sliding them off her hips and letting them fall to the floor.

Standing before Madison completely naked, Aimee ran her hands over her body, caressing her skin with a slow, sensual rhythm. The moment was so terribly strange and awkward. Yet Madison felt a discomforting excitement growing between her legs as she watched.

Aimee's fingers danced over her breasts, teasing her nipples until they became hard and erect. Then, moving lower, she slipped her hand between her thighs, sliding two slender fingers into her shaved slit. The sight of her best friend pleasuring herself was shocking and forbidden, and she couldn't deny that forbidden things were almost always a little exciting.

"You should be recording this so we can send it to my guy."

Madison reached for her phone and held it up, but then decided against hitting the record button. As Aimee continued to touch herself, Madison pretended to record, and in doing so found herself unable to look away.

"I want you to destroy my pussy." Aimee said straight into the camera, "Much harder than what I'm doing." Then she turned around and bent over, displaying her ass to Madison, "And I want you to destroy my asshole." Aimee said.

Madison didn't know what to do. It was as if her best friend was talking directly to her... because she was.

Then Aimee turned back around, "And I know my friend Maddie behind the camera wants to be destroyed too. Don't you Maddie?"

Madison froze. Her entire body tensed. She wasn't recording and this wasn't going to be sent to anyone. But still an answer was expected of her. What else could she say?

"C'mon... don't you Maddie?" Aimee urged.