The rest of the night was spent in what can only be described as a voyeur's dream, I watched the girls make love to each other, I watched as they expl...red, teased and tasted each other, I listened while they talked of old times and felt guilty when they remembered shared moments of intimacies only they could recall.Later, as the champagne weaved it's spell on us, I told them to sleep in my bed, our bed, the bed I shared with my sister, my lover and I waved away their protestations.I was tired. Later the bottle showed everyone in random and we are all naked from the top because of aunty.The bottle showed me and everyone told me to remove saumya aunty’s bra. I stood up to do it and she stopped me. All of us told we are all naked and you also must be an aunty. She with a thought of punishment if she doesn’t agree, told ok and I opened her bra and opened it by sliding my hands off her boobs and the boobs jiggled. All my friends shouted yeaaayyyy and it frightened her. She asked everyone. I was too riled up for that, though. I wanted an admission of guilt and an apology and who knows if that would have satisfied me. She finally had enough and disappeared. One morning she was just gone.She called her mother a few days later to let her know she was all right. Poor Janice, always stuck in the middle. Almost a decade and a half of trying to keep the peace between us. She tried to get me to call Suzanne and apologize to her. She begged me for once in my life to shove my stupid pride. And I thought I had found a way to do that but all I found a way to do was. . . to make myself a slut. I met a guy and wanted him as my boyfriend, because he was one of the most popular kids in my school. He was handsome and hot and well liked by everyone and he could have anyone as his girlfriend. I was so excited when I thought he liked me. But what I didn’t think about or want to admit to myself is what I was willing to do so he would like me. I went from being a virgin, who had hardly.