Mardi Gras!

The picture is mostly dark, taken inside one of the local bars. In the background of photograph can be seen many young, twenty something girls with smiles and grins. Many of them hold beer bottles or glasses filled with colorful alcoholic liquids of all varieties. A few wear bandit type masks, some wear cheap, plastic beads. What catches your eye is three nubile coeds lifting their shirts while another girl takes a picture. The girl in the middle of the trio wears a cheerleading uniform, just like Ellen’s; her face is plastered with a big grin. In the foreground of the picture, Ellen stands with three other girls. Beside her, Ellen points out, Amy, her roommate.

Amy is a redhead with bright, green eyes and a wide smile; she’s wearing a tight fitting blue t-shirt, and a pair of faded blue jeans. One hand is filled with a bottle, the other draped over Ellen’s shoulder. Amy’s eyes look towards Ellen, and not the photographer. On the other side of Ellen stand a fellow cheerleader, with dark brunette hair and dark brown eyes. She looks Hispanic. Ellen informs you her name is Maria, and that she’s her best friend on the cheerleading squad. Next to Maria, is a petite girl with light brown hair, she’s wearing glasses that seem a bit too big for her face, like the other girls, she’s smiling brightly. You notice that for such a petite girl she has a fairly large chest, her white t-shirt is tighter than Amy’s. And as you scan the photograph once more, you see that all four of the girls have beads hanging from around their necks. And you'd guess the four of them are braless. Amy and Lynn certainly are, their erect nipples poke at the cotton of their t-shirts.

“That was taken during Mardi Gras. We all had a lot to drink that day.” Ellen giggles, remembering.

Of the four girls, Lynn has the most beads hanging around her neck, with what you would guess is about eight or nine necklaces. Maria has five or six over the top of her cheerleading sweater, Ellen four, and Amy only two.

“I wish I’d been here that day.” You say. “Are the beads what I think they’re for?” You look Ellen in the eye, and she grins and blushes.

“Yeah. Like I said we all had a lot to drink.”

“Mmmm Hmmm.” You answer, grinning at Ellen’s embarrassment.

She looks down at the stack of pictures, as if suddenly realizing something.

“What?”

She leafs quickly through the next several pictures. “Oh God, I thought I’d taken these out.” Her cheeks are bright pink, but she doesn’t remove the pictures from the stack.

She hands you four more pictures.

“Now you can see how we got all those beads. I’m so embarrassed; I wouldn’t let just anybody see these I hope you know.”