Danielle was one of the prettiest girls at Colorado University. She was a blonde cheerleader-type with long dark eyelashes and longer legs. Her pretty smile attracted the attention of the men, and women, all over campus. A first year student, she was nineteen and her innocence was well known. She was never seen carrying a Bible, but she might as well have. She was also very shy, but she was working hard at being more outgoing.
One day after Psych 101 Zoey Cunningham introduced herself to the pretty freshman and made a point of ushering her around the campus. Danielle seemed awfully naive, and Zoey, as a senior, took upon herself to help Danielle out. Danielle was very appreciative. Over the semester, they grew to be good friends. Zoey helped with Danielle's homework and introduced her to some of her other friends. By the end of the semester, Zoey threw a party at her house that she rented with some other girls. Danielle arrived punctually, but she was a little surprised to see that no was there except for Zoey.
Zoey Cunningham was a tall brunette with a shapely figure and gorgeous face. It seemed strange to Danielle that Zoey didn't have a boyfriend, she was so beautiful, but she decided it wasn't her business. Besides, she didn't have a boyfriend of her own. It just wasn't the right time in either of their lives to have romantic complications. That made Danielle feel even closer to Zoey.
"Come in," Zoey said, holding the door open. "You're the first. Everyone probably won't be here for a while."
Danielle tucked a blonde strand behind her ear, and smiled nervously. "I'm such a dork. I came right at the time you said in the evite. I should know you're supposed to come late to parties."
Zoey laughed. "Don't worry about it." She gave Danielle a hug. "Mm. You smell good. What are you wearing?"
Danielle blushed a little. She admitted that she put on some perfume. Zoey also expressed her admiration for Danielle's "cute" outfit: a long dark navy skirt with a cashmere sweater and gold earrings. Her breasts nicely filled the pink fabric of her blouse, two of the buttons undone at the top. Her dress was a little racy, Danielle thought, but now that finals were done it seemed she could loosen up a little. Zoey was always teasing her for being "uptight."
"Well, we'll see if Bryce and his pals show up. But I'm not making any promises!"
Danielle blushed some more. Bryce was the boy she had some feelings for; but she thought he might already have a girlfriend. It didn't really matter. She just wanted to relax and have a good time and not worry anymore about studies. Cool springtime air, fragrant with lilacs, came through the open window.
"Shot of tequila?" Zoey said.
"What? Oh, no, no. Don't you have...?"
"Just one? Come on! The semester is over!"
Danielle nodded, gulping at what she was agreeing to. Beer was usually as strong as it got with her. But she followed Zoey's lead, as she always did. Zoey's heels clacked across the kitchen tile. Zoey looked spectacular, as usual, wearing a tight CU shirt and denim shorts. Danielle envied Zoey's tall stature and incredible fashion sense. For one thing, she didn't feel like she could pull off such daring heels.
"Down the hatch!" Zoey held out a shot with a smile.
Danielle sniffed at the brown liquid.
"Come on!"
Finally, she grimaced and threw down the shot. It burned her throat, and she coughed. Zoey laughed at her.
"Another?"
"No, no. No way."
"All right. I don't want you to get sick. Listen, I'm going to take a shower. Do you mind? No one will be here for another hour or so. You want to hang out in my bedroom?"
"Sure."
Zoey's bedroom was the largest in the house. It was a little messy, but Danielle didn't mind. She wished she lived in a house and not in a cramped dorm room with a roommate she could barely stand. Danielle sat on the bed. She was already feeling dizzy and a little drunk. Zoey smiled at her: her dark eyes seemed to have some strange meaning.
"What?"
"Nothing. Hey, you can play games on my iPad if you want. I won't be long."
Danielle pulled the iPad over and pushed the screen somewhat randomly. She became aware that Zoey was undressing right in front of her. One article of clothing hit the floor after another. Danielle was afraid to look up. From the corner of her eye she saw pink underwear on the floor. Zoey was completely naked!
"What are you playing? Danielle?"
Danielle could no longer not look up. She looked up to see Zoey standing before her, hand on a hip, large breasts naked, long legs, tuft of trimmed black pubic hair, smiling face...
"So? You like what you see?"
Danielle nodded quickly and stared back at the iPad. "I'm playing... checkers. I think." She continued to press at the screen.
Zoey laughed. "Wow. You really are a dork!"
The door shut. Danielle took a breath. Then Zoey's face popped back in. "If you get bored, you can look at my scrapbook. It's on my desk over there."
"Oh, okay. Thanks."
Danielle played around with the iPad for a few minutes. At last, she looked over at the desk. There was a book with a red cover. On a shelf higher up was a thin volume, leaning against bottles of vodka and plastic piglets. Danielle felt confused. Did Zoey mean the book on her desk, or the one on the shelf? She really should not have had that tequila shot. But it was so hard saying no to Zoey... Danielle pulled down book from the shelf. On the black cover was ABC spelled out in gilt letters. Was it an alphabet book for kids? Something from Zoey's childhood? Curious, light-headed, Danielle sat back down on the bed with it.
It was interesting, even surprising, that Zoey kept a scrapbook; Danielle could not remember her ever mentioning keeping one, or even being interested in such stuff. Zoey struck Danielle as more of the active type, more interested in sports, for instance (she played on the lacrosse team) than girly topics. But everyone had their different sides...
Danielle stopped in shock. After turning through the first few blank pages, she came to some photos. Opposite the giant "A" were photos taped to the page of a young woman with her face in a woman's vagina. Was that right? Was Danielle really that drunk? Blinking and shaking her head, she tried to pull herself together. She looked at the photos more closely. The one at the top was of Abigail, someone Danielle knew slightly. She was an pretty black-haired girl with glasses and cute petite body. The next photo down was her naked except for a gold necklace and bracelets. Then came the pictures, four of them arranged in a square, of Abigail with her tongue inside... unmistakably... inside a vagina. Her nose was buried in black pubic hair. Her eyes, as she licked, were shut in one photo. In another, she looked up at whoever was taking the photo.
Danielle couldn't believe it. What in the world was this book?? Her first reaction was that it was pornography, no big deal, something Danielle had seen and giggled at with her friends before back in high school. But the fact that the girl in the photos was someone she recognized changed the matter completely. Danielle, heart pounding, stared more closely at the pictures. Could she be mistaken? No, it was Abigail. It was really her. She saw her almost every week in her Anthropology class... And, apparently, she was a lesbian... And she liked to be photographed having sex, though the look on her face seemed upset somehow, even angry... The last photo had her looking up with her face glistening.
Danielle felt she had passed through a membrane into an alternate, crazy world. The photos were truly there. She touched one. Yes, they existed. And that was Abigail.
But why??
With a trembling hand, afraid of what she might discover, Danielle turned the page. Opposite the giant "B" were more taped photos. This was Britney. Danielle knew her as one of Zoey's friends, an Asian girl who was usually quiet but very pretty. She stood dressed in the top photo, and then naked in the next. She had small breasts and a shaven vagina with a tattoo of a rose on her hip. Then, again arranged in a square, were the photos of Britney licking at a vagina--the same vagina, it looked like. Danielle turned back the page to confirm. Yes, it was the same vagina, the same amount and color of pubic hair. Britney shut her eyes and had her tongue out. She frowned as she licked. Was she doing this disgusting thing against her will? Danielle felt a shudder.
She knew she should put the book away. But she could not help herself. As if in a dream, she watched her recalcitrant hand turn to the next page. By now she was trembling all over and breathing hard. Sure enough, opposite the giant "C" was a photo of Cecilia, a girl who lived in the house with Zoey. She was a raven-haired beauty with braces and full red lips. In her naked photo her breasts were surprisingly large, topped with beautiful red nipples. Danielle swallowed, seeing Cecilia licking the same vagina from the other pages. In one photo she seemed to look up accusingly at Danielle, her face half-buried in pussy. In the last photo, her face was bent back and glistening, her eyes shut.
Danielle tried to think, but she could not get a coherent thought together. In a daze, she turned the next page to see nothing but a piece of mirror paper. Danielle was staring down at her distorted reflection, lost in amazement, when the door opened.
"That's you," Zoey said. She was still naked, dripping wet, a towel draped over her shoulder. "I hope you don't mind."
Danielle looked up, aghast. "What is this?"
"It's my scrapbook, silly. I already told you."
"But... but..."
"Shh. Tonight I'm going to make you a part of it. Wouldn't you like that?"
Danielle threw the book off her lap. She stood up. "You're nuts," she said. "Get out of the way. I'm leaving!"
Zoey merely laughed, and then suddenly threw herself into Danielle. The two girls began to wrestle on the bed. It was not long before the taller and stronger Zoey got the upper hand. Danielle, her teeth grit, looked up at Zoey.
"Get off me, you crazy psycho! I'll call the police! This is rape!"
"Come on, it's not so bad. I just want you to eat me out. It's a little thing that I'm into."
