Warning: This story contains the consensual use of recreational drugs between two adults.
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I want to tell you about my friend Dani. Growing up, Dani and I were part of a large friend group in our neighborhood. Over time, as friend groups do, it dissolved; people moved away, people fought, and eventually, it was just me and Dani.
I had never been particularly close with Dani, but we ended up going to the same college in our hometown, and thus, decided to get closer. We were both twenty, and had known each other about half of our lives. As I got to know her more, we became closer and closer friends, and I learned about who she was.
Dani was very short, standing at 4'10 (4'10 and 1/2 according to Dani) with short but thick jet black hair that ran to just before her shoulders. She was also very filled out, developing much faster than our other friends. At this point, she was a 36DDD, though she dressed exclusively in baggy clothes. She had mentioned that her family was from Egypt, though she was born in the United States.
I was studying Sociology, Dani was studying Psychology, so we had some course overlap, especially in our first few years. Dani was a very good student, much better than I was. We'd meet for study sessions only for me to discover that Dani had fully outlined entire textbook chapters already.
As I had a tendency to be a bit lazy, I was thankful for Dani's dutiful study habits. Even though I'd often receive a stern, "Charlie, not again," at the beginning of our study sessions. I only let people I was close to call me Charlie, it was Charlotte for everyone else. Though Dani had called me Charlie from the start, and I never bothered to correct her.
When we'd show up to class together, we'd often look like a mismatched pair. Dani, at her height in mostly dark clothing, and me, a towering 5'5 in comparison, with my proclivity to wear lighter colored, slightly tighter clothing. I also had much lighter and curlier brown hair, another striking contrast between us. I was confident in my body, 34C and an ass that had been doing squats for three years, and I didn't mind showing it off a little, which Dani always remarked on.
"Sorry, I was staring at your ass." She said, laughing as I walked to class in a pair of tight leggings. Though our jesting in this realm never went much further than that.
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Until one day, Dani called me on FaceTime, telling me that she had started talking to a boy she met on Tinder. I found this surprising, as Dani and I had never discussed this sort of thing. I always thought she just wasn't interested in that stuff, or maybe felt she shouldn't talk about boys knowing that I was gay. Whatever it was, this was the first time we'd ever talked about anything like this.
"A boy! Wow Dani, he better be cute, or I'm gonna have a problem."
Dani laughed, "He is! We've been talking for like a week."
"A whole week!" I replied, "When's the wedding?"
"Oh my god shut up!" Dani said, still laughing.
Our conversation continued uneventfully for a few more minutes before Dani had to leave, calling downstairs to tell her mother she'd ben off the phone in a minute.
"Hey, I gotta go, but can I ask you something real quick?"
"Yeah sure Dani, what's up?"
She sighed, looking somewhat nervous. "You're...like, you like girls right?"
I laughed, "Yes Dani, I very much like girls. Is...that your question?"
"No! No, but...I was gonna send pictures to that guy I was talking to, but I think they're like, bad."
"I'm sure you look amazing in them Dani."
"Well that's what I wanted to ask: can I send them to you first and then you can tell me if I should send them? Because, you know, you like girls so you know what hot girls look like...and stuff."
I laughed again, not even fully understanding what she was saying. "Yes, you definitely can, I promise to hype up all your pictures."
She smiled, "Okay, I'll text you some later." She said, waving and ending the FaceTime call. Dani didn't take a lot of pictures of herself, so this was confusing to me, but I mainly chalked it up to Dani misspeaking, and I continued with my night.
Later that night, I stepped out of my shower, toweling my hair off before pulling on an extra large t-shirt, my usual pajamas. I picked my phone up off the bathroom sink, seeing I had a few missed messages from Dani.
I sat on the edge of my bed and opened her messages, and as she said she would do, she had sent me two pictures of herself. The first was her standing in front of her mirror, her phone camera blocking her face. She wearing wearing a hoodie, black t-shirt, and dark blue jeans. However the hoodie was completely zipped open, revealing her chest in a t-shirt, which was much more than she usually showed publicly.
I scrolled down to the second photo, which was more revealing. It was a selfie of her laying in bed in the same shirt, though her breasts were pushed up, looking like they were going to pop out of her top. I quickly put my phone down and bit my lip.
I didn't realize that this is what she meant by "sending me pictures." I picked my phone up and looked at the pictures again, my other hand gripping the side of my mattress. I wasn't even sure what to write back.
I thought for a minute and replied, "Sorry I was in the shower! But you look so good! I honestly can't choose between the two," I typed, putting my phone down and sighing. Dani responded quickly.
"Okay, I took a few more, I'll send those too." I read Dani's response and felt my breath catch in my chest. I put my phone on my nightstand, buzzing every few seconds as I received picture after picture. I hesitantly picked up my phone, my hand slightly shaky, as I started to look through the pictures.
She'd sent six; looking amazing in all of them, but keeping her clothes on. One photo in particular caught my attention for a while: a photo of Dani in front of her mirror, wearing a loose t-shirt, and clearly not wearing a bra underneath. I tried to text quickly, my fingers still unsteady.
"Dani they all look so good!!! I love all these too but maybe send him the 5th one?" I sent the message, looking back at the pictures quickly. Before she could respond, I told her I had a headache and had to lie down, but we'd talk more tomorrow. I set my phone down on my nightstand and shut my lights.
I writhed around in bed, trying to get comfortable, though the heat between my legs was making it difficult. I refused to get off to her pictures, it'd feel so weird and wrong, even though she did look really, really good. I growled into my pillow, tossing and turning until eventually, I fell asleep.