Cassie's Sleepover Surprise

[ev_thornback]

I was fifteen when I realized I enjoyed seeing photos and videos of myself naked. It happened against my will, and at first, it was the most humiliating experience of my life.

There was also no knowing where this would eventually lead—my college roommate discovering my secret archive and blackmailing me; finding out I actually enjoy being watched; masturbating in a public space and getting caught.

All I knew was that other girls were talking about doing it, and I thought it was insane. I didn’t understand why they would even want to see themselves like that. Then again, I grew up Southern Baptist, and my family openly spoke out against premarital sex and, quite frankly, sex of any kind. My body was a secret between me, God, and eventually, a husband. I had never even seen my own vagina.

While at a sleepover at my friend Dina’s house, during a game of truth-or-dare, my friends found that out. I was the only one of the five of us who hadn’t done it. They howled.

“Cassie, that’s like sixth-grade shit,” Dina said, the most mature of us all and the unofficial leader, if only because she bullied the rest of us into it. “How do you not know what you look like down there?”

“Why would I?” I scoffed, crossing my legs on the bedroom floor.

“Oh, that’s right,” Jill said, tossing her hands in the air. “She doesn’t even date.”

Kendra leaned in and grinned. “No boys to send pics of your pussy to.”

“Don’t be crass,” I spat out.

“Don’t be a prude,” Dina said, slapping my thigh.

“I’m not a prude.” I folded my arms like a scolded child.

I remained an absolute sourpuss for the next few rounds of the game, then it was my turn again.

“Truth,” I said.

Dina waved her hands. “No, you always choose truth. You have to do a dare for once.”

The rest of the girls agreed enthusiastically, fighting off every argument I threw at them. Finally, I caved, even though I had a gut-wrenching feeling about what my dare would involve.

“Fine,” I sighed. “Dare.”

The girls squealed.

Dina rubbed her hands together. “I dare you,” she said, drawing each word out slowly, “to take out your phone right now and snap a photo of your snatch.”

The girls’ squealing turned to howls now.

“I knew you were going to say that,” I grumbled, closing my eyes.

“And yet you chose dare anyway,” Jill said, elbowing Robin gently and winking.

“Or we can take the photo for you,” Robin said, wiggling her brows.

That made Dina cackle this time. “That’s better, actually.”

“No, it’s not,” I said, leaning back against the bed. “Both are worse.”

“Well, you have to choose one.” Kendra grabbed her phone beside her and lifted it, ready to shoot. “Mine or yours.”

“Stop it!” I covered my face with my hands. “I’m not doing that.”

“Okay, you decided it then—you’re not doing it,” Dina said, standing up. I removed my hands from my face and saw Dina’s suddenly grow dark. “We’re doing it.”

Before I could even realize what was happening, Dina and Kendra had grabbed my legs and dragged me into the center of the circle. “Hey!” I yelled, then realized I might wake Dina’s parents, and the last thing I wanted was for them to come into whatever was about to occur.

Jill grabbed my left arm while Robin grabbed my right, holding them firmly in place on the carpet. They giggled but were working hard to keep from truly bursting out. Clearly, everyone knew to keep this quiet. I didn’t know whether to be grateful or scared.

“Seriously, stop!” I said in a half-whisper this time.

“Seriously, stop!” Dina mocked as she yanked my pajama pants down to my knees, revealing what I’d forgotten to be older cotton panties—pink and with a bow tie at the top hem.

The girls hollered now. “Of course, that’s what you’re wearing!” Kendra said, pulling my pants completely off now, with Dina’s help.

I tried to wriggle out of their grasp, seeing it as my final chance, but Dina was too strong. She gripped both legs as Kendra held her phone out and snapped a photo. “No!” I said again, knowing I was trapped. But staying silent didn’t feel like the right choice either. Neither were these underwear, which were loose from years of wear and already sliding down my waist.

“So cute and girlie,” Jill laughed.

“But a bit big, I’d say,” Robin chirped, reaching down with her free hand to tug at my loose hem.

“Don’t,” I said through clenched teeth.

“You’re right,” Dina said. “Most girls don’t start with the pussy right away. We start with the tits.”

“No, no,” I said, as if breasts were more revealing. In any case, I wasn’t wearing a bra, so I knew there was no extra layer of fabric to fight through.

Kendra stood over me, phone at the ready, grinning widely.

Robin, still holding my right arm on the floor, wasted no time. “Great idea!” She grabbed the bottom of my baggy t-shirt and yanked it up, exposing my breasts, which were large for a fifteen-year old. Boys and girls both always joked that it was such a waste for me to have them, since nobody saw them.

The girls whistled and taunted. “That’s what you were hiding?” “They’re bigger than mine!” “I thought her nipples would be pink, but they’re brown.”

I closed my eyes, not even yelling or arguing this time. Their grips were too strong, their will too great. I absorbed their comments into my skin, now prickling with heat—a mixture of rage and shame, and something else I was struggling to name but felt close to shame again.

“These are great pics, girl,” Kendra said. “You’re gonna love them.”

“I don’t want them,” I whimpered, wriggling again out of habit, prompting the girls to laugh louder at my large tits bouncing around. They held me down even harder.

“That’s enough for now,” Dina said, and I almost sighed with relief. Then she smiled, a wicked thing. “Enough of the tits.”

My stomach lurched.

“Yeah, you need to see yourself in your most raw form, Cassie,” Jill said, grabbing my left breast and shaking it.

I was so stunned I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

“We need to get to the goods,” Dina said, glancing up at Robin.

Robin reached down and grabbed the top of my panties.

“Let me help,” Kendra said, bending down from her perch above me and grabbing the other side of my underwear.

“No!” I said, my useless refrain of the evening.

And useless it was. I closed my eyes and held my breath as I felt my panties fly down my waist, my legs, my ankles. Dina quickly stripped them from my feet and tossed them aside.

The group hollered louder than ever.

I wanted to cry as I felt the cool air against my legs, my full bush, never once shaven.

“Just as I suspected,” Dina said, clicking her tongue and grabbing hold of my feet again.

I couldn’t get over that I was naked except for a shirt hiked up to my chin and my socks, which did nothing to make me feel secure.

“I gotta get a full-body shot first,” Kendra said.

“Does it look like the Amazon from down there?” Robin laughed.

I felt my entire body turn red, thinking I couldn’t be more embarrassed. Then Dina spread my legs open, holding them down with all her strength.
“Even wilder!” she said, her eyes dramatically wide.

If I had any energy left, I would have cried. The girls did, from laughter.

Kendra knelt right in front of my pussy, dabbing tears from her face, the camera mere inches away. I closed my eyes again and threw my head back. Peak mortification level reached.

Jill and Robin both leaned forward over my torso to get a better view. “Don’t get too close, Ken, you might get lost in there!” Jill said.

“Screw all of you,” I managed to say, my eyes still squeezed shut.

“This is for your own good,” Dina said. “You’ve got to get more comfortable with your body.”

“And you think this is helping?” I asked.

“It will, just you see,” Kendra said.

After a few more photos, videos, or whatever she was doing, Dina finally let go of my legs.

Or so I thought.

She sat up on her knees, taller, and moved to the side. She looked up at Kendra and said, “You grab her left leg, I’ve got her right.”

Before I could even scream out, they pulled my legs up and pushed them back so my knees were near my eyes, my hairy pussy and even my asshole completely exposed to my four friends.

They hollered as Kendra snapped a million photos—full-body shots, close-ups. I merely moaned in agony, and something else, while I endured the humiliation.

“Even your asshole is hairy!” “I didn’t think they grew hair!” “Look at those puffy lips!”

After what felt like an hour but was probably only thirty seconds, my limbs were released back into my own care.

“Alright, that’s plenty to get her started,” Dina said.

I immediately pulled my legs in and lunged for my clothes, running for the bathroom door.

Tears streamed down my face, but I found myself giggling breathlessly as I got dressed again. I was so insanely curious about what the photos would look like, and I didn’t want to say anything, but when Kendra sent me everything she took the next day—twenty photos and a ten-second video clip of me wriggling, breasts wriggling, stray curls sticking out of my loose panties—I felt my body tingle in places I did not know it could.

I looked at that footage while I touched my pussy for the first time and for months afterward, as I waited until I had the courage to start taking photos and videos myself.

My friends were right, in some weird, deranged way.

It would help me.

And it would hurt me. And it would turn into a cycle I continue to repeat to this day.