Wishful Thinking/Maximum Exposure

From Create Your Own Story

The hidden camera catches Vanessa as she arrives at Jill's apartment. She is wearing a simple blue top with knee length shorts. Jill answers the door. "Hey, V! Come on in!"

"We going out tonight or staying in?" Vanessa asks, dropping her purse on a table.

"Staying in. We've got something fun planned for tonight," Jill replies with a wicked smile.

"Ah, probably for the best, I wouldn't mind catching a movie on TV. Hey, I'll go out and get us some snacks."

"Uh, no, that's alright, we got stuff here," Jill says quickly. "Sit down, relax!"

"Alright," Vanessa plops herself on the couch and turns on the television. "Anything good on tonight?"

"Why don't you order a movie? See what's on the movie channels..."

Vanessa flips through the channels a little bit more as Jill enters the room with some chips and dip. Vanessa digs in happily. "Where's Amy?" Vanessa asks.

"She'll be out in a sec."

On cue, Amy pops out of the washroom, wearing nothing at all. "V! What up, girlfriend!" She runs over to her friend, causing her breasts to jiggle up and down. She hops on Vanessa's lap and gives her a hug. Vanessa's eyes are as wide as saucers as she takes this in. Finally, she laughs.

"Amy, put on some clothes!" Vanessa exclaims.

"Why? Something wrong with my body?" Amy asks. "Is it so hideously repulsive that I need to cover up?"

Vanessa laughs again. "No no, you are quite sexy."

"Why thank you," Amy gives Vanessa a peck on the lips. "Then I don't need to wear clothes because I'm so sexy without it." Vanessa looks at Jill. Jill shrugs and smiles. Vanessa just shakes her head, brushing the matter aside.

At that, Jill strips off her top. "What's going on here?" Vanessa demands.

"She made it look like fun," Jill answers, unstrapping her bra. "Besides, I didn't want to feel left out." Her skirt drops to the ground, followed by her panties. Her curly blonde pubic hairs hang in front of Vanessa's face.

"Oh, but now you guys are making ME feel left out," Vanessa concludes.

"You don't have to be," Amy says from the other side of the couch.

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