I first met Cassandra when she was briefly going out with one of my best friends. She was a gorgeous girl with shiny brown hair, striking green eyes, a great curvaceous body and a lively personality. I thought my friend was pretty damn lucky to have her, but they only stayed together for about three months. My wife, Alice, and I became friendly with her during that time however, and we continued to see her after they split up. Eventually she got together with another guy, Evan, and the four of us saw quite a bit of each other. He was a nice guy and, I suspected, a bit of a sexual deviant - like myself. I remember one night we were out at a restaurant and my wife mentioned a woman friend of ours, a photographer named Cathy, who'd got a gig taking photos for a women's magazine. Each week it featured a photo of a couple naked, alongside answers they had given to questions about their sex lives, and Cathy had given us an invitation to take part. "That's the sort of thing Evan would like to do," said Cassandra.
"Of course they mask the faces," said my wife.
"Oh, Evan wouldn't want his face masked," said Cassandra. Evan just smiled cheekily.
When Cassandra and Evan got married, we went to the wedding, and it looked like they were going to become two of our closest friends. We were quite sad, therefore, when they announced they were moving to another state.
About a year after their departure, I found myself visiting the city they were living in on business, and I arranged to go over to their house for dinner on my first night there. Having finished the work I had to do that day, I rang up Evan from my hotel room and he drove over to get me.
On the way to their house, Evan chatted about his work - he was an engineer - and the ways their life had changed since the move. Life was a bit slower there, he said, and it had taken them a while to make new friends, but now they were really enjoying it.
Cassandra met me at the door and gave me a kiss on the cheek. She looked genuinely pleased to see me and gave me a proud tour of their house, a big, rambling, wooden affair which they were still in the process of renovating. Then we settled down to a dinner of pasta washed down with liberal quantities of red wine.
Cassandra looked as lovely as ever. Her hair was shoulder length, cut in a fringe across her forehead, and she wore a purple sleeveless dress of purple velvet, with a neck cut low enough to reveal a bit of cleavage. I stared surreptitiously at her chest as I at my dinner, and wondered, not for the first time, what those big breasts looked like.
After dessert, Evan brought out a bottle of brandy, and we retired to the living room. We'd had plenty of news to catch up on, and the conversation was flowing freely. Cassandra seemed to have become quite drunk very quickly though, and I noticed that her speech was starting to slur. At about 11 o'clock she stood up, yawning, and said that she was sorry but would have to go to bed. She wrapped her arms around me, her breasts pressing against my chest, and gave me a goodnight kiss - on the mouth this time.
After she had left us Evan and I continued to chat, sipping brandy and smoking cigarettes. Eventually the subject turned to sex, and then pornography. Evan asked me if I had ever taken nude photos of Alice. I said that I had, especially when she was pregnant and looking, I thought, the sexiest she ever had.
He fell silent for a moment, as if he was imagining Alice naked, and then he looked at me. "I've got something to show you," he said.
He stood up and walked over to a bookshelf. Reaching behind the books on the lowest shelf, he brought out a volume bound in red which he handed to me. A photo album.
"I'll be interested to hear what you think," Evan said.
I opened the album. The first page contained a series of photos of Cassandra in a garden, wearing a pale green bikini. In some she was standing, in others she was sitting in a deck chair, reading a newspaper and drinking from a glass with a long straw. But my eyes were immediately drawn to the last photo in the series. In this one, she was still sitting in the deck chair, but now she had removed the bikini top and her breasts were bare. They looked just as superb as I'd always imagined.
"Wow," I said under my breath. Evan grinned.
I turned the page. Now I was looking at a series of picture of Cassandra in the shower. In the first few she had her back to the camera. After that she had obviously turned and seen she was being photographed, for she was gesticulating at the camera and trying to cover herself with the shower curtain. The last few showed her out of the shower and drying her hair, a towel wrapped around her. In one of them the towel had fallen away and I could make out a dark bush of pubic hair.
"You see," Evan said, "she was reluctant to pose like that at first. But then she sort of got used to the idea and...and then she started to enjoy it.
With mounting excitement, I turned the page. Next up were a series of photos of Cassandra lying on a bed, wearing a matching white bra and panties. After the first few shots, the bra was off and in one of them, she was cupping her lovely breasts in her hands. Then she could be seen pulling the crotch of her panties aside, exposing her pussy. And in the final one of this series she was pulling her pussy lips open, showing pink as they say, a smile on her face.
"Isn't she hot?" said Evan.
"She's gorgeous, I've always thought so," I could hardly believe that he was showing me these photos.
"Listen," he said, sitting down next to me. "I've got this thing about other people seeing Cass like this. Guys seeing her cunt, and jacking off to them. Do you think that's weird?"
Hell, I thought, if it meant I got to see photos like this, I wasn't about to complain. I shrugged. "Who wants to be normal?" I said.
"I've even posted some of them on the Internet so anyone can see them. Ones of us like, fucking, too."
"Does Cassandra know?"
"Of course not. She'd die!"
