Amy had a goal now, and it was to win. The more she thought about touching Emily's body, the wetter she got. It was no longer about pleasuring herself to get to orgasm; it was about being the first to do so. Winning meant she would get to play with Emily, and she wanted that very much. Emily merely focused on her own pleasure, as she only meant the bet in jest.
Amy was rubbing with her right hand up and down at a medium pace on her already-wet vagina; the other hand played with a nipple.
Emily was slowly teasing herself on the outside of her panties. An outside observer would think of the fable of the tortoise and the hare.
Amy was already fantasizing about what she wanted to do to Emily, imagining what it would be like to run her tongue over Emily's nipples, and if she'd allow it, to touch her pussy.
Emily was thinking about Ted, and what they had shared earlier in his office.
Both girls had their eyes closed, and were in their own fantasies.
Ted was home now, and was happy to find his wife had already gone to bed, because that gave him privacy on his computer. He no longer searched for porn to entertain himself, but he did enjoy doing research. He wanted to find as many ways as possible to enjoy Emily, and give her pleasure. He had found several sites that focused on discussions of light BDSM, as well as some that were exhibitionist in nature. Ted had no desire to show himself to strangers, but some of his darker fantasies about Emily involved being in control of her; making her do anything he wanted, without question.
One of the ways to do that, he had decided, was to make her show herself to others. He had found a site that was full of galleries of shared photos of women, and the visitors were encouraged to rate the pictures and post comments. Ted got very aroused at the thought of sharing pictures of Emily on a site such as this, where he could read what other men thought of her young body. The important element to Ted was not that Emily was exposed, but that she was doing it to be submissive to him.
The internet was full of sites where men posted pictures of wives and girlfriends, mostly out of revenge or without their knowledge.
Ted wanted Emily to be a willing partner in the sharing. If possible, she would take the pictures herself, and she would do the sharing, but all under Ted's instruction.
Amy was close. Her fantasies had fueled her arousal so well that she would probably finish in half the time she would usually take. All she could think about now was touching Emily all over.
"I'm...gonna...win..." she whispered.
Emily was so relaxed and into her slow self-touch she had almost forgotten she wasn't alone, and was momentarily startled to find someone was in bed with her. Then she realized how much she had been into her thoughts.
She didn't reply, but did open her eyes and turn to look at Amy. The only light was from a street lamp outside the window, which gave just enough illumination for Emily to see the silhouette of Amy's face.
Her mouth was open and her head was tilted forward. Emily thought she could make out some perspiration on her friend's face.
Ted was deep into reading a post on a BDSM forum when his Yahoo Instant Messenger blinked. He kept it logged in by default since he liked the instant notifications when he got new email, and he sometimes used it to counsel with youth if a live meeting wasn't practical.
It was an IM from Sierra.
Every youth group had at least one instigator, one troublemaker, the one who reveled in the making of mischief. This role was filled with great zeal by Sierra.
If anyone could be considered Emily's opposite, it was Sierra. Her MySpace page included that she considered herself a "Future Suicide Girl", referring to the popular site of tattooed fetish and goth models in suggestive poses.
Sierra did indeed have three tattoos already, the most interesting being the colorful full-back image that was a duplicate of the cover of one of her favorite albums. Pale and slim, with deep green eyes and long, straight brown hair, she would fit in perfectly with the other SGs, if she should ever decide to apply.
Ted had counseled privately with more than one boy who had become smitten with her, especially after she had demonstrated her oral skills on the inexperienced boy. Ted always had to work hard to convince the boys that Sierra was not typical, and that they shouldn't expect such things to happen every time they dated a girl.
BlackRainbow: Hey Mister Ted, are you on?
Ted hesitated to answer, as he was enjoying what he was reading in the fetish forum post, but he also still had a loyalty to his kids, so he responded.
TedCar: Hi Sierra, what's up? Just working on some lessons, I can chat for a bit.
BlackRainbow: What did you think of the music tonight? XD
Ah, her song. Yes, it caused quite a stir. Sierra sang a song to a backup CD. It was one that hadn't been out long, and the original lyrics were totally inappropriate.
