Sally and I had been friends since we were in High School. Finally adults, we found jobs and decided that if we pooled our income we could share a small apartment. Moving day came and we worked into the evening putting the place together. It had been sweaty, but we were finally in our own place. And those cute college guys next door...so chivalrous to offer to help me with my box! Adam was his name? What a cutie. And Mark wasn't hard on the eyes either. The mind couldn't help but wander. After pizza for dinner we took showers, got into our PJs, sat on our couch, and talked. The cable hadn't been installed yet, nor had the wifi. I mentioned the guys next door, wondering what they were doing.
"Yeah, you want to meet those guys?" she teased.
Sally, a real beauty, had always been good with guys. I, on the other hand, was good with books. I just shrugged.
"Maybe you can knock on their door late at night and get naughty!"
I blushed furiously at the idea and changed the subject.
The previous tenants had left behind a gigantic roll of saran wrap, 2 feet across (I would later find out it was packing wrap). We started to play around with it and the idea came up of using it like lingerie. Sally, always the instigator, took off her top and we fashioned a crude tube top. We had been naked in front of each other before, so it was no big deal. Also, I knew from plenty of experience that Sally was a bit of an exhibitionist. Sometimes she even convinced me to go along with her antics. I'd never been caught, thank God. We laughed hysterically as she modeled the makeshift top, knowing it was just a few thin layers of plastic between her skin and the air. It was my turn next. Sally came up with the idea to completely mummify me. Caught up in the moment, I agreed.
After I took my tee off, leaving me only in my panties, Sally pointed out that it would be dangerous to wrap me standing, I could fall over. The dining room had a 2-inch pipe running from floor to ceiling, the results of a cheap renovation years ago. Sally positioned me with my back against it and then started to wrap me. With my hands on my thighs, she made a whole lot of wraps, covering me from just below my boobs to my fingertips. Next, she started a new pass and wrapped my feet and legs together, making a few more passes. Then another run, covering my breasts and upper body, all the way to my shoulders. She only used two layers up top.
I was giggling uncontrollably, unable to move even a millimeter. Looking down, my boobs were smooshed, like saucers with a nipple in the middle. She had done a nice job ensuring they were even. I was glad I had the pipe holding me up, I would have toppled over without the support. Sally took a few pictures and showed them to me. My tits were clearly on display, like the were pressed against a window. The multiple wraps lower down made the rest of my body a little more obscured.
"Okay, don't go anywhere," she said and then disappeared into the bathroom.
I struggled to move, giggling the whole time. I couldn't even move my hands on my thighs, they were stuck in place. Sally emerged with a smile and a pair of shorts. She pulled on her t-shirt and told me how pretty I looked. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I noticed she had a weird, dangerous grin on her face.
"Who is that?" I said.
"Probably the guys next door. I thought it would be nice to meet them."
"Wha...WHAT? Sally, get me out of this!"
"Nope," she grinned, spun and pranced out of sight to the front door.
My stomach clenched as I heard her open the door and talk to someone. And then, to my horror, footsteps. Greg walked in. I was too stunned to say anything. His jaw dropped as he saw me. No boy had ever seen me naked. Heck, I was still a virgin.
"Greg, this is Alice. Alice, this is Greg. Say hello, Alice."
I shrieked. Greg's eyes bugged out. A guy I didn't know was seeing me almost naked! And I couldn't get away! I couldn't even cover myself.
"Sally, get me out!"
"Go on Greg, introduced yourself," she said as she nudged him forward.
I did the only thing I could think of; I hid. With a quick toss of my head, my hair now hung in front of my face.
"Hi, I'm...Greg."
"Oh, this will never do!" Sally said. "Here, let me help you with your hair."
Sally slipped behind me and put my hair back into a pony tail with a hair band, leaving me to face Greg again. To compound my humiliation, I wasn't projecting anger. Despite the situation I was actually giggling and blushing furiously.
"Sally, oh my God, get me out!"
"Hey, you want a beer?" Sally asked, completely ignoring me.
"Sure," he said, his eyes raking up and down my body. "Hey, I'm Greg, I live across the hall."
"Oh my God, please turn around!"
Sally cracked open his beer and then started chatting, his eyes totally focused on my body. I didn't know where to look, and didn't have much choice, so I just stared at his feet while I blushed. I don't know how much time passed, but there was another knock on the door.
"Oh my God!"
"Okay, why don't you have a seat," Sally said.
She guided Greg to the sofa and then disappeared down the hall and opened the door. Greg was sitting on the sofa but still staring at me as footsteps came down the hall.
"Holy shit."
