Story Challenge, I'll start.

[ArthurDent]

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Hey All,
I have a challenge for y'all. I randomly found this great picture on Facebook (untagged, no explanation), and I want a story for it. To that end, I challenge all you writers--and non-writers!--to make a story explaining this picture. Give it your best shot, and don't worry about length. Get to it!
-Arthurdent

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I'll start.

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Brooke's Naïveté

Brooke hadn't even thought of going out to a party that spring evening. Her roommate and only friend at Virginia Tech, Sarah, had been insistent, though, and as a quiet Friday afternoon wound down, she thought 'why not?' That question would soon be answered.

She decided she would dress conservatively: in a tank top and dark jeans, she would feel safe. She didn't drink often, nor did she have the desire to do so frequently, but recently her social life had been in a decline. As a chemistry major, she spent most of her time in the library, away from others and--most importantly--boys. At 19 years old, she was still a virgin and naive to the ways of college. She was pretty, slender, tall and chestnut-haired, she had a natural grace that would have attracted others to her. But at Virginia Tech you needed to go to parties to attact your peers, and she had she could count the parties she'd been to on one hand. She was getting restless. Maybe going out to a party would be a nice change of pace. Maybe she'd meet a boy who could study with her and buy her dinner. As a scholarship holder at Tech, she relished the idea of free dinner. Meals were expensive!

She got out of the shower, dripping water on her bathroom floor. The water fell off of her b-cup breasts, the cold air outside the shower hardening her tiny areolas into points. She had always liked her breasts, small but perky. And they were so sensitive! Sometimes in the midnight darkness of her dorm room, simply rubbing them made her cum, while Sarah slept soundly.

She toweled off, paying close attention to the small, soft globes on her chest. When the time came to put on her panties she was feeling a bit frisky, and decided to forgo the modest yellow panties she'd picked out. She snuck out into her room (making sure Sarah wasn't there), and grabbed a black thong from Sarah's drawer, scrambling back to the bathroom so no one would see.

Pulling up the thong, she felt a sense of naughtiness that was long-absent in her life. She usually wore grey sweatshirts and jeans for convenience, and she was a newcomer to the titillation that wearing sexy underwear could bring. Her nipples seemed to get harder, as-of-yet uncovered diamond points. She had decided to wear a cami instead of a bra for simplicity. The cami was thin, though, and she found that her erect nipples stuck out a little, even when she donned the black tank top. It was nearly imperceptible, though, and she decided to leave the outfit as is. It made her feel devious, and who would know? She pulled on the jeans and surveyed herself in the mirror. Not bad. She was unused to dressing up like this, but she found herself liking it.

Brook went out into the room and flipped through a textbook chapter on oxidation reactions. Simple stuff, really. She was about to slam it shut in satisfaction when Sarah, that partying whirlwind of a girl, came into their room. She was of a similar build to Brooke, but had blunter features, midnight black hair, and paler skin. She envied Brooke's natural looks a little, to be honest, but honestly wanted her friend to open up a little. She wore a black sweater with a denim skirt and a wide, green, decorative belt over the sweater. She made a point of never wearing panties, and bras were even less frequent. She'd not miss the thong, so Brook thought she was safe.

"Hey girl, you look great!" Sarah exclaimed, already a bit drunk.

"Oh, you know. I'm just getting ready..." blushed Brooke. Sarah smiled at that, eyeing her ajar underwear drawer.

"Well, let's go get 'em. Plenty of boys for us at Jim's!" she said. Jim was a sleezeball, but he bought beer for everyone. Among Sarah's friends, he was pretty renowned for tricking girls into humiliatingly revealing situations, and they all knew to avoid doing anything he asked. Brooke had never met him, nor had she heard of his reputation.

They had drinks first. Brooke, unfamiliar with strong drink, eyed the cranberry-vodka with distrust, but eventually took a few sips. It was delicious! She quickly downed one, then two, then...a few more. She had never felt so ready to party in her life! Her head spun a bit, but she slowed down on the drinks and steadied herself. She was a dean's-list student! She wouldn't be defeated by a fruit beverage!

The walk to Jim's apartment was longer than she thought it would be, but after several minutes of conversation with Sarah--which she couldn't quite remember--they made it there. Sarah smirked at her and Brook blushed, trying to remember why.

The party was loud, but not too crowded. They all gathered around a table and played a card game. Brooke didn't know the rules, so she kept losing and drinking. Eventually, she found a cute blonde guy sitting next to her. He had an earring, and a hat turned backwards.

"Hi!" said the cute blonde boy. It was loud and difficult to hear. Brooke blushed anyways.

"Hi!" she said. "This is a great party!"

"Thanks!" he said. "My name's Jim. What's yours?"

"Oh, I'm Brooke. Are you the Jim who lives here?" she asked. She felt more talkative for some reason.

"Yeah! Thanks for recognizing me! A lot of people come over and have no idea who I am. It's refreshing to meet someone who's polite." he slurred.

"Well, that me!" She said, a bit lamely. She was embarrassed that she couldn't come up with better conversation for the host.

"Sweet." he said. "Do you want to play a game with me, my polite damsel."

No one had ever called her a damsel, and she blushed again. "Ok," she said "Which game?"

He pulled a deck of cards from his jeans pocket and offered to play "war." The loser would take a sip of their drink. It was pretty innocuous, and he was the host after all, so she agreed.

After many minutes of this, the innocuous game had made her pretty drunk. She didn't need for him to know that, though, so she soldiered on. Eventually, her raised the stakes.

"Tell you what," he said. "How about we play the next hand, best of three. If you win, I'll buy you a dinner next Wednesday night, no price tag, anywhere you want. If I win, though, you need to get up on the table, kiss your friend Sarah, and flash everyone your breasts. How does it sound?"

It sounded loony to Brooke, but she hadn't lost a hand in the last ten minutes! It was a free dinner, and with a cute blonde boy to boot! She agreed. The cards came down. In the first hand, she got a jack, and he got a ten. A win for her. Second hand: she got a three (groan!) and he got a seven. It was all tied now, and her throat felt a bit tight. As her card went down, though, she breathed a sigh of relief. King for her, jack for him. She had won.

"Good show, there, Brooke!" he exclaimed. "Looks like I'll be buying your dinner Wednesday."

She was overjoyed. She had both escaped embarrassment and gotten free dinner. What a great night! What a great party! He wasn't done, though.

"Tell you what. Double or nothing. If you win, I'll get you dinner for the rest of the month. If I win, though, you do what I asked before and then come up to my room and give me a private show of my specification."

As Brooke thought about this, her silky chestnut brown hair fell over her eyes. She brushed it back and tied it up in a ponytail, unconsciously exposing her small, soft cleavage to Jim. He managed to keep a straight face. Free dinner for a month! That would leave her with enough money to go to the chemistry convention in Missouri this summer. But the repercussions were vile. She decided not to think about them. She seemed to do nothing but win anyways.

"Ok, I'll do it!" she replied, sure of winning.

The cards came down. The first hand was a disappointment: she got a seven and Jim a ten. One more and she would lose! She bagan to sweat a little. She cringed at her next card, and her heart sank. A five. She was about to complain until Jim got a three! Lucky break, for sure. Brooke's heart was pounding, and, oddly, she felt her nipples hardening, more than they ever had. Odd. They rubbed against her thin cami in a way that didn't feel too bad, if she was honest.

The next two cards would decide it all. Her card went down first: a Jack. She was in pretty good position, and could already smell the free dinners, so she nearly missed the next card. It was Jim's, and it was a queen. Oh no.

Fear. That was her first emotion. He smiled and winked at her. And he was also the host. She didn't want to be a party-pooper. This is what happened at parties anyways, right?

"Well," he said. "That was a good run. You're some stiff competition, but it looks like I've won this time. Go ahead and grab Sarah. Get up on the table and kiss her real quick. Then flash your boobs. If you do it quick, no one will notice. The we can sneak up to my room. You got this, girl! No fear!"

He was pretty cute, and she did lose. Oh well. Here goes nothing.

She stumbled up to Sarah--those drinks did add up!--and started pulling her towards the table. Sarah resisted, though, and they ended up causing a bit of a scene. Eventually, when everyone was looking at the two girls, she managed to get her roommate onto the table. She grabbed the girl and kissed her soundly on the lips. The sensations of the kiss were drowned out by the weight of the many eyes watching her at the small gathering. She was blushing furiously, and as she broke the kiss Sarah turned away, shocked. She quickly pulled up her shirt, and her soft, b-cup tits spilled out. Her nipples were hard as points, and the laser gaze of the crowd seemed to harden them even more. Quickly, she pulled down her shirt to catcalls and ran over to the stairs, where Jim was waiting. They escaped to his room.

Inside, they sat down. Her skin felt like it had a heat right underneath the surface, especially in her breasts.

"That was really brave of you," he sid, almost reverently.

She blushed, still breathless from her ordeal.

"Well, I don't want to rush you, but maybe we can move on to the second part of the bet," he said kindly.

She had forgotten about this part. "Ok," she said.

"Tell you what, just relax on my bed and take off your shirts," he said, slipping open his drawer.

She was a bit shocked, but it was no different from what she'd just done, so what did it matter. Everything was still fuzzy from the drinks anyways. Maybe that's why she didn't notice the web camera set up on the other side of the room.

"Ok," he said, returning. "Just lean forward a bit and I'll slip behind you. There you go. Well, this is nice."

And it was. She was unused to leaning back on a boy, let alone a cute blonde one while her top was off. His check was firm against her back, and she felt safe. And tingly. He dangled something that looked like penis in front of her. It was pink.

"Here, put this against your vagina." He seemed to sense her hesitation: "Don't worry! It won't bite!"

His hands rested on her stomach, and she felt warm. She unzipped her jeans and slid them down to mid-thigh, but left Sarah's thong up. His eyes, peeking through her soft, small tits, spied this and he smiled. She slipped the pink penis inside the thong, up against her slit, and waited.

"Now push that button on the end, and sit still," he commanded. That seemed reasonable, so she complied. What happened next, though, caught her by surprise. The vibrator--for that's what it was--began to hum and shake, and tingle her vagina. She stiffened. It was on odd sensation, but it felt good. Really good. Brooke had always been naive, and she'd only masturbated a few times. Her inexperience coupled with the alcohol and this cute boy touching her drove her into a tizzy. She didn't know if these feelings were normal, though, so she tried to hide them. She didn't want to be weird. And oh, was he touching her! His hand, formerly on her tummy, had slid up and begun to caress her young tits. He started underneath the perky breasts, working his way up to the top, and finally lingering with his palms cupping the small boobs. Her nipples jabbed into his hands excitedly, and her breathing deepened.

The weird feelings were growing, and she felt her breathing deepen. She twitched, first a little, then more and more violently. She tried to play it cool, and shifted her breasts in his hands. No dice. This shift changed the pressure on her sensitive tits and she found her self growing hornier than she had before! Eventually she couldn't bear it any longer and she came, whimpering and squirming into Jim's chest.

She was still catching her breath when he picked her up and began to carry her downstairs, her pants at her knees and her tank top and cami still on his floor. The few remaining party-goers ogled at her cute cody while she twisted in his arms, trying to free herself from this new humiliation. He deposited her just outside the door, and locked it. She pulled her pants up and ran the whole way home, the poor girl.

And the tape Jim took? It went up on the Internet and circulated the Virginia Tech campus. It became the most viewed videor on campus, everyone vying to see the innocent-looking girl squirm in pleasure. Eventually she had to transfer schools, since even professors would eye her hungrily when she walked into a classroom.

Fin.

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Give me your take on the story for this pic!
-Arthurdent

[ArthurDent]

Oh, and here's the picture! Sorry!
-Arthurdent