When she turned around and stood up I recognized her as Tabatha Green, the head cheerleader. Her completely shaved pussy was on full display. She wasn...��t trying to cover herself up either.I asked, “Why didn’t you just use one of the stalls?”Tabatha giggled and said, “Because I took a dare and this was it.”I said, “Really.”Tabatha smiled and said, “Yes, really! The other girls picked you out for me.”I said, “But I’m only a freshman.”Tabatha said, “I know. You are Nikki’s little brother. She is. I gathered her pouch and picked more berries from the bush to add to it. Then I set back to the camp.As I approached, she turned back to me. She had been looking at my backpack, sitting on the other side of the fire I had made."Where did you find such a backpouch?" she asked."Wal-Mart," I told her. I sat down beside her and opened the pouch. We both eagerly dug into the berries. I was so starved, and I knew she had to be hungry too. The berries were sweet to taste, and I thought to myself that. This story contains themes of dubious consent. If that's not your thing, you've been warned. If it is,well, you know why you're here.------------You thought you were being cautious, but in retrospect, it was a dumb thing to do.when the man you and your husband invited over for a little playtime wanted video, you suggested taking it with your phone. That way you could edit it before you sent it to him and your face wouldn't end up all over the internet. You should have realized that once he had. Well, yes; I guess that's about right!" So, it's Saturday. What would you like to do today?" I asked.She rolled off me onto her back, raised her arms over her head, and stretched her body from fingers to toes. It was a luscious sight. Every firm muscle under her tight, pale skin rose along the slim lines of her legs and torso, as though an artist's hand had coaxed the perfect erotic sculpture from pure, white marble."Breakfast! A big one!" she answered."And then what?" A shower, with you.".