So, here she was. Could she really go through with this? There was no doubt in her mind she wanted it, but what about the consequences? Would it ruin important friendships? Would it change how she felt about herself? Her head was spinning with mixed emotions. But she did want it. And she was sure they did as well, that much she could see in their eyes. She knew all of them found her attractive. She would perhaps best be described as cute, with round cheeks accentuated by her blonde, bob cut hair. Both her face and her petite body made her look very girlish and at 28 she still had to show ID whenever she visited bars. Like so many other girls, she had wished for larger breasts when she was younger, but now she was comfortable with her looks. Proud even. Her breast might not be big, but they were very perky. And at this moment, her nipples where clearly visible through her white top. This was obviously noticed by all her guests, and she repeatedly caught them staring. It made her whole body tingle with excitement.
It had all started the weekend before at party at Daniel's house. She was having a great time and was a bit bummed that many people started leaving early. She was fairly tipsy and didn't want the party to end. At around midnight only three people remained with her: Daniel, Eric and John. They decided they all could use another drink and opened another bottle of wine. Daniel and Eric were old friends of hers, and they had known each other since their teens. There had been a bit of flirting over the years, but even though she found them both good looking and nice, nothing had ever happened. They were good friends though, and she considered them both very trustworthy.
John she had met a few years earlier when they were introduced via mutual friends and they went on a few dates. The timing was a bit bad as John was about to move overseas. When he moved back they started hanging out as friends instead. She still found him very attractive, but was happy to just be friends. In fact, she was comfortable with being single at the moment and wasn't looking for any relationship. But she liked sex, and since it had been a while, her mind easily wandered into dirty thoughts.
They had been drinking and chatting, and somehow the conversation had wondered into feminism and porn. They all admitted to watching porn from time to time, and the guys had all been surprised when she said she did as well.
"Really Eva?" Eric blurted out. "I had not figured you to be that type of girl."
She had been a little offended.
"What do you mean 'that type of girl'?" she said, looking angrily at him.
Eric tried to smooth it over and stuttered.
"Oh, sorry. That didn't come out right. I just mean... well...".
John, who had been drinking less and could think a little more clearly came to his rescue.
"I think what Eric is trying to say is that you talk about feminist issues, but porn is often viewed as objectifying women. In no way should you have to defend yourself, it's just a bit surprising, that's all."
Eva had calmed down a bit, but continued on a rant.
"Well, porn is about sex and sexual fantasies, and while I believe in equal rights for all genders in society, sex is different. Women shouldn't be treated as objects in the work place, but that doesn't mean it's necessarily bad to objectify someone in your fantasies. Or desire to be treated like an object, as long as you have the power over where and when this happens, and with whom. There is nothing wrong with it at all. For instance, many women have a problem with a man cumming on a girls face, they think that it's 'degrading' and 'slutty'. But I don't think there is anything wrong with feeling slutty if you can decide where and when. I don't think it makes me any less of a feminist just because I often fantasize about being that girl in the porno who gets that massive facial."
In vino veritas... had she just admitted to her three closest male friends that she fantasized about facials? Her cheeks turned red, partly because she felt embarrassed, but she noticed she had also managed to get herself a bit excited. The room was dead silent, and clearly the guys were all in a bit of a shock. Eva giggled nervously.
"Oops, I probably shouldn't have said that."
She looked around the room, and noticed that the guys were all looking at her. Not so much in her eyes, but at her face. She turned even redder. Were they imagining what she would look like with cum on her face? There was definitely a sexual tension in the room; no one spoke. Dirty thoughts kept running through her drunken mind. Daniel spoke first.
"Are you serious? Is that what you fantasize about?"
"Maybe," she replied, smiling at him.
"Sorry, you don't have to answer this of course, but can I ask what it is you like about it?" John asked. She contemplated the question for moment.
"Well, I guess there is just something liberating about the idea of it, being the center of attention and everything. Kind of like a queen and a whore at the same time."
Jaws were dropped all over the place and Eva again regretted letting out her honesty. They were all staring at her now and clearly they were imagining what she would look like with a big facial. She met their eyes, one by one and even though she was fully clothed, she felt very exposed. And she liked it. Over the past years, exhibitionism had also been front and center in her sexual fantasies. She often fantasized about situations where she was naked around other people. Now, however, it was her face that was the item of attention and she couldn't cover up even if she wanted to. Her facial features had become sexual objects, exposed to her friends. She felt embarrassed, but moreso increasingly excited as their eyes traveled along her round cheeks.
After a while, the silence was broken by Daniel who cleared his throat.
"Well, anybody for more wine?"
"I've obviously had enough," Eva replied, and everybody laughed a bit nervously. "I should probably go home soon."
They all decided to call it a night and since they were going in the same direction, Eric, John and Eva all shared a cab. Her stop was the first one, and when she got out, they both got out to give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Again, she was sure she caught them staring at her face and she thought briefly about asking them to come to her apartment with her. Damn! She was horny now. But she overcame that urge, and sent them on their way. That's gonna be an awkward cab ride, she thought and laughed to herself as she walked up the stairs to her apartment. The moment she closed the door behind her, she ripped her clothes off and ran to the sofa in her living room. There she spread her legs and started masturbating, rubbing her clit furiously. Images of her kneeling down in front of her male friends swept through her head. She imagined sucking them all off and having them come all over her. She came harder than she had in long time, screaming out loud.
She woke up late the next morning, and immediately started thinking about the night before. She laughed to herself, thinking that if there was a book about how men and women can be just friends, she obviously missed the chapter, "Don't tell your male friends you fantasize about facials". Would they be able to just forget it, or would it be awkward next time they met? Was she disappointed nothing happened? Part of her cursed the fact that her friends were such nice guys and hadn't taken advantage of the situation. Dirty thoughts entered her mind again, and she started caressing herself, imagining it was her friends. She pulled lightly on her pink little nipples. She let one hand wander down between her legs and she started masturbating, again thinking about what it would be like to have her friends unload on her. She came nearly as hard as the night before. "Damn," she thought, "maybe it's me rather than my friends I need to worry about. How can I get these thoughts out of my mind?"
She checked her phone and noticed there was a message from John, asking if she was available to catch up for coffee. She decided it was best to give it some time to cool off so they made plans to catch up a few days later. She started thinking about when they had been dating. It had been a brief thing, and never even got to anything sexual. But she had fantasized about it a few times over the years. She had to stop herself from touching herself again, so she got up and had a cold shower.
A few days later she went to nearby cafe to meet John. He was there waiting for her when she arrived.
"Sorry I'm late," she said.
"Don't worry about it, I think I was early."
They ordered coffee, and since she'd been a good girl and exercised every day (largely in a failed attempt to keep her distracted from her recurrent dirty thoughts), Eva treated herself to some cake. They chatted about this and that, but after a while John came to the purpose of their catch-up.
"Hey, the reason I wanted to catch up was to make sure you didn't feel awkward after the party at Daniel's. I just wanted to reassure you that no one thinks any less of you or anything like that."
"Thanks," she said smiling. "I might have gotten a bit too verbal."
"Yeah, I guess you did," John laughed. "But I just thought you should know... you know... that you shouldn't feel embarrassed."
"That's sweet John. Don't worry about it."
"All good then," John said, happy to not linger on the somewhat awkward subject.
