This story immediately follows the events of the third chapter and will make numerous references to previous events in this series, as well as the separate story,
The Concert
. Although I hope each chapter is able to stand up as an enjoyable tale on its own, I strongly recommend starting at the beginning if you haven't already done so. It will just make so much more sense that way.
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Mandy awoke, groggy and confused. The room felt like it was spinning, and last night's alcohol evidently still lingered in her system. She kicked her blankets aside and tried to get up.
I'm naked
, she realized. She looked over at her roommate's bed and thankfully found it empty.
Megan must have already gone to class,
she decided. Mandy was glad to have the room to herself for the moment while she pulled herself together.
It was already 10:42am, and she quickly decided that her 11:00am biology class was out of the question.
Crawling out of bed, she tried to recall the events of the previous evening. She remembered going to The LoRider...giving David the pictures. Her heart pulsed as she remembered the plan she had put into action. She could not remember the details of their encounter...simply that she had given him the camera along with the provocative images she had left on the memory card.
I can't believe that I really did it.
As she got up, she cradled her forehead in anticipation of splitting pain, but it did not come. Something about that made her feel uneasy, but she could not quite put her finger on it.
"Fuck!" she shouted aloud when she saw herself in the mirror. A familiar dried substance formed a white trail across her cheek that led to a matted mess in her long hair. A similar mess stained her bare breasts.
What the hell did I do last night?
For a moment she panicked and feared that she might have fucked David.
No, I remember leaving him at the bar...I remember a taxi ride...with Sarah...then...Andrew!
She shuddered.
I fucked him. Or, he fucked me.
She could not remember what happened, but she had fuzzy memories of lying in Andrew's bed.
Did I go there willingly?
The last several weeks had left her more horny than usual...and his room was conveniently located down the hall.
Oh god, did I come to him in drunken desperation?
It no longer mattered. All she could do now was to shower and hope that the shame eventually washed away as well.
Bits and pieces of the evening came back to her as the day went on, but nothing more than clouded images without context. She seemed to recall kissing Sarah, but she could not be certain whether that really happened, or whether it was just another of her recurring fantasies breaking through into her consciousness.
When she saw Sarah at lunch, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, so Mandy decided that it must be the latter. She had always had an appreciation for female beauty, but lately things had been developing beyond that. Now, it seemed like Mandy could not go a day without thinking about her female friends in a new light. It frequently crept into her dreams and even her daydreams.
The majority of these fantasies seemed to focus on Megan and Sarah, but they were growing to include other female friends and classmates.
Could I be bisexual,
she wondered as she stole glances at her best friend, sitting across the table from her.
The question burned in her mind for the remainder of the day. She became noticeably more self-conscious of the way she looked at the girls in her afternoon chemistry class. Although she had confided her newfound love of exhibitionism with Sarah, Mandy decided to keep this bisexual curiosity a secret for now.
The weekend passed quietly, and she decided that she was better off staying in until things blew over.
Sunday night, Megan was gone to her boyfriends' place, and Mandy had the dorm room to herself. She tried to study for her upcoming exams and work on her final assignments, but it was impossible. She felt wired and could not calm herself.
She was still afraid to face David on Monday to retrieve her camera. Would he look at her any different after seeing the surprise she had 'accidentally' left for him? Would he believe her story...that he was never meant to see those pictures?
Will he think that I am a slut for taking those kind of pictures?
She often wondered the same thing about herself.
The details of their conversation at the bar came back to her gradually with time, but most of the evening remained a blur.
I need a distraction. I need something to burn up all this built up anxiety and energy.
Back during high school, she would go for runs when she was upset or anxious. Everything seemed to melt away after a long jog and shower. The endorphins were like a drug.
But she hadn't run in over a year, and now that seemed like a different version of herself—a distant memory. She wondered if she would even recognize that person they met in the mirror. She had new addictions now.
Mandy put down her book and stepped into the hall. Still in her jean shorts and a tank top, she took three steps and stopped.
Where am I going? This is wrong.
Two more steps.
No, turn around. Just grab your shoes and go for a late night run.
It was all rhetoric, and her feet continued softly along the carpeted halls. It felt like the walls were caving in around her.
Dozens of doors, but they all lead to the same destination...
Andrew answered the knock, and found his prize waiting. Words were exchanged, but Mandy could not recall what they were. They did not matter. All that mattered were her intentions, which were as clear as day—she was a slave, awaiting instruction.
Everything passed as a blur. Her clothing was removed. She obediently descended to her knees and opened her mouth. She could not recall how long she sucked at his cock, but she stayed on the floor until he guided her to the bed, on her hands and knees, facing the window.
His thrusts were fast and awkward, and Mandy suddenly realized that the bed around her was littered with Dorito crumbs and comic books.
I can't believe I am doing this again.
Even so, she closed her eyes and climaxed just as Andrew pulled her hips back firmly and filled her womb with his seed.
She stood in the shower for a long time afterward.
Why am I doing this to myself?
Was it not enough that she was teasing her friends and neighbors, but now she also needed to degrade herself completely for the loser next door?
This is a slippery slope that I have been on for weeks now.
But with the shame came a certain thrill. In addition to her lesbian fantasies, Mandy had recently started playing with the idea of submissiveness. Just about everything that she had done over the past couple of weeks had been done to maintain this illusion of powerlessness: 'accidentally' lending David naked photos...playing the clueless girl while the curtains are open...
From Andrew's perspective, he must think that he's hit the jackpot,
she considered while drying off.
He probably thinks that he's the one in control of me. That could be a fun fantasy to maintain for a while.
The important thing was that she remembered who was really in control. This was her game, not Andrew's.
I can stop it whenever I want.
Mandy slept like a baby that night. However, her anxiety returned the next morning when she realized what day it was.
When she met with David, she was afraid that she might drop the camera from the sweat on her palms. They met in the hall before chemistry class. After all that she had done and all that she had shown him, a public setting seemed like a safer way to keep things simple—although she enjoyed the thrill of teasing David, she had no interest in moving things beyond that.
Still, when she saw him coming, she could feel her face burning with embarrassment. She could only imagine how flush she must have looked in this brightly lit building.
"Hey!" He was the first to offer a greeting.
"Hi," she returned quickly.
Too quickly.
Calm down. Breathe. I am the one who set this up. It's no big deal.
"How was your weekend?" He seemed warm, as though nothing was out of the ordinary. But still, Mandy could swear that she detected something in his eyes—something he was trying to hide.
"Good," she replied. "Stayed in the whole time...pretty boring."
Fucked my neighbor again, but you don't need to know that.
"What about you?"
"It was okay. Worked on my assignment. I didn't do much else." As he spoke, he reached into his bag and pulled out her camera.
She stared at the device in a daze until she remembered to speak. "Hmm? What assignment?"
He stared at her, confused, and then laughed. "Really? My kinesiology assignment? The whole reason I borrowed this?" He gestured towards his hand.
"Oh, right!" She felt so embarrassed.
He is going to see right through me.
"Though apparently I could have kept it and you wouldn't have even noticed," he joked as he handed her the camera.
She laughed unnaturally.
I am in control. Just breathe.
Her hand shook as she took it and placed it in her own bag.
The way that he looked at her made her feel anxious. She had shown him her most private parts, her most private moments, practically giftwrapped for his enjoyment. Now, as he stared at her, she felt exposed. She felt vulnerable and helpless. She felt...excited.
It is a good thing that we did this in public
, she thought as she felt a warmth starting to spread between her legs.
God knows where this might have led in private.
They started walking towards their class when Mandy stopped abruptly.
Don't ask, just keep moving.
