On the phone that Sunday evening Ann's friend Shelly said, "I chickened out."
Ann's jaw dropped. She had been looking forward to hearing Shelly's story and now there would be nothing.
"I can't believe it. You talked me into this and then you don't go through with it."
"Are you telling me you went through with it?" Shelly was both annoyed and intrigued.
"You're damn right, and it was great." Ann exclaimed and then launched into the entire story. When she was done, Shelly laughed.
"I don't believe it."
"Well how am I supposed to prove it?" Ann asked. Before Shelly could respond the doorbell rang. Ann, still holding the phone to her ear, went to the front door to find a small package lying on the porch with her name in black magic marker. She walked back to her room, staring at the package with a puzzled look on her face. She pulled off the wrapper and found a DVD. She stared at the DVD and then at her car keys on the dresser. The small identification tag that dangled from the keychain glinted in the room light. "If found, please return to....". She stared at the keys and then the DVD.
"I think I can prove it." She smiled. Scrawled across the silvery surface was a single word....
Airtight.
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Friday night, two nights earlier:
Bryan was in his bedroom reading. It was late Friday night, but the house wouldn't quiet down for a couple more hours so there was no point in trying to go to sleep yet. He was surprised at a knock on the door. "Come in!"
One of Bryan's house mates, Brad, stepped into his room and closed the door. Bryan sat up on his bed and said, "What's up?" Although they were friends Brad had never been in Bryan's room before.
"I met this girl, and I want your help." Brad was rocking back and forth from one foot to another.
"Why would you need my help? You get way more girls than I do." Bryan stood up.
Brad nodded, "Sure, but this one is special. She wants me to get some guys together to make her airtight."
Bryan asked, "What do you mean, airtight?" Bryan was a pretty shy second year student who wasn't quite a virgin, but could still count his number of sexual experiences with one hand.
"She wants me to get some guys together so that we can fuck her in her pussy, ass and mouth all at the same time!" Brad was practically vibrating with excitement.
"Shit, you want me to help you gangbang one of your pickups? Who is she?"
"Yes, I absolutely want you in on it. And maybe the rest of our housemates, if they are all up for it." Brad stopped for a minute, "As for who she is, that is why I'm asking you first. I don't actually know who she is."
"Is this some sleazy internet chick? How can you not know who she is?"
"No, shes real. I met her earlier tonight at the Dew Drop Inn. She is young, and pretty. But she wants to do this and try to remain anonymous, she would only tell me that her name was Ann."
Bryan shrugged his shoulders, "I still don't understand why you asked me first, though? Not that I'm complaining!"
"Sure, sure, no problem. Look I'm going to give her what she asked for, and maybe a little more. But what if afterward she gets second thoughts and decides that it wasn't really what she wanted and tries to blame us for fucking her? I want you to record it so that we can prove it was her idea, and that we only did what she wanted. You've got all that video stuff, and I've seen your YouTube channel, you've got great editing skills."
Bryan blinked a couple of times, and then nodded. "I'm in. Let's make plans."
Brad and Bryan talked for a while, and then split up. Brad went off to let all the other guys know what might, maybe, possibly happen the next night if Ann didn't chicken out. Brad started checking and charging his equipment and contacted a couple of friends to borrow some of their cameras and battery packs.
Saturday morning
The next morning Bryan was stumbling into the bathroom to shower as Marley was walking out. Marley didn't actually live in the house, but she was dating a couple of the guys there, and regularly stayed over Friday and Saturday nights with one or the other of them. She was fresh out of the shower and had a towel wrapped around her waist, and another around her hair as they passed in the doorway.
"Bryan, are you ok?" Marley asked.
Bryan said "What?" and actually focused on Ann. He immediately realized that she wasn't wearing a robe, and that her chest was bare. He could clearly see the tan lines from where her bikini would have been, if she had been wearing one. He stared at her breasts for a moment before blushing and forcing himself to look at her eyes.
"That's more like it! Welcome back! It's ok, you can look, I know I've got great tits. I'm sure every guy living here has seen most every bit of me at one time or another, usually by accident. You just didn't see me at all this morning, it looked like you were a million miles away."
Bryan smiled and glanced down at Marley's chest before making eye contact again. "I'm making plans for a project later today, I'm just really distracted by everything that could happen."
"Are you talking about Ann? Do you really think she will come?"
Bryan was surprised that Marley had already heard about the airtight girl, "I really doubt that she will, but I certainly hope she comes!"
"You and all the rest of the guys living here, I'm sure! I hope she comes, too. It seems like it will be a super sexy event. Let me know if there is anything I can do to help."
As Brad had spread the invitation to the other guys in the house he had sworn them all to secrecy. It would only be the guys who lived in the house, and Marley, who sort of lived there anyway. Martin and John went to work on modifying the coffee table into a fucking bench. Peter and Paul, the skateboarder guys, attached skateboard wheels to a piece of plywood to make a rolling platform. Several of the guys went to the health center at different times during the day to get a few condoms each and Brad and Marley went to the sex shop for more condoms, lube and a special surprise.
Around lunchtime Brad sent out a group text to everyone, "Group meeting at six, the house is closed to visitors at 7." There was no mention of why the house would be closed on an open text chain, but everyone knew. Ann had sent a confirmation.
In the early afternoon Brad, Marley and Bryan stood in the living room looking at the modified coffee table. "Do you have the cameras ready Bryan?"
"All set. I've got three stationary cameras; one facing each end of the table, and that one up there facing down toward the action." Brad and Marley both looked for the cameras, but didn't see them at first.
"I've also got these spy glasses, and this GoPro." Bryan lifted a red solo cup that he had "decorated" with black magic marker. It was mostly just scribbles that acted as camouflage for the GoPro lens to peak out through a small hole. Neither Marley nor Brad had realized that the cup included a camera; with the lights dimmed later Ann would never notice, either.
Marley was holding Brads hand and squeezed it. Her eyes were darting between the table and the two guys. "We should test it out."