Mackenzie learns a lesson on friendship

"Sit over there." Rachel pointed to the loveseat that faced the sofa. Mackenzie sat, holding her left arm over her breasts and covering her crotch with her right hand. She felt really ****, watching her two friends staring at her, sipping wine as if they were at an art gallery. "She's really pretty." Rachel told Marianne, who agreed. "You're right. You know, I don't recall seeing her naked like this, ever.". Mackenzie was so ashamed that she genuinely hoped that the earth would open and swallow her up.

What eventually opened, however, was only her legs. "Put your hands away." ordered Rachel. "Behind your back. Straighten your back and spread your legs." And, in short order, seated in the chair, holding her hands behind her back, arching her spine and pushing her large breasts forward - which only made them look even perkier-, and keeping her legs spread with her pussy exposed, Mackenzie began to learn the true meaning of humiliation. The really disturbing part was that she felt increasingly aroused, the more Rachel and Marianne were staring at her.

Drinking wine and making lewd comments, the girls brought Mackenzie up to speed. It turned out that, unhappy with being cast aside, Rachel decided to take matters in her own hands. She called Marianne, in an attempt to make peace, and the two ended up meeting on neutral ground, in a bar that Mackenzie knew all too well as Rachel's favorite. It was an uneasy conversation, but somewhere between the second and the third drink the two agreed that everything was water under the bridge, and started sharing funny stories about their common friend, Mackenzie. Somewhere between the fourth and fifth drink they concluded that, while their mutual dislike for each other may have been warranted by their previous experiences, it was only Mackenzie's fault that their reunion ended up bitterly. After all, Mackenzie stood to gain most from this situation, keeping them apart and pretending to care about them. Turns out, she was not such a good friend.

The exploration of their feelings and grievances continued with an exploration of their bodies, and Rachel and Marianne ended up making out. While this wasn't really the start of a great lesbian relationship - Marianne thought of her relationship with her boyfriend as the real deal for the future - it was enough to make them bond and cement their friendship, much to the detriment of their relationship with Mackenzie. So, when the alluring redhead showed up naked on Rachel's doorstep, she could not have done so under worse circumstances.

It was Rachel who told the story, with Marianne providing color commentary. Mackenzie sat at attention through the entire narration for half an hour - give or take, listening to lurid tales and humiliating remarks while she held her tits forward and her pussy bare. The increased sense of helplessness didn't do her any favor, so when Marianne noticed and finally commented to Rachel about how wet Mackenzie was, the only thing she could do was to look down and flush. But Rachel's subsequent grin didn't announce anything good.