About a week after I gave my virginity to my best friend's older brother Jason, I sat in my living room thinking over our relationship. After we fucked in Jason's backyard he convinced me to call my Mom and tell her that I was going to spend the night with Gail. Since Gail and her mother weren't due back until late Jason and I could spend the night together in his bedroom in the basement of their house and no one would catch us. That night the two of us talked about our 'relationship'. Jason had a girlfriend, and even if he didn't we both knew that it would damage my friendship with his sister, Gail, if I started dating him. We decided to just have sex with each other whenever we had the opportunity.
The problem was the opportunity wasn't coming enough for me. Jason had a job and it seemed that whenever he wasn't working Gail was home at his house or my parents were home. We had sex a couple of times in his car but I didn't like the small uncomfortable space. I was completely frustrated. My body seemed to be constantly demanding sex. I tried masturbating but I was new at it and not very good. I always just ended up making myself more frustrated that ever. I knew that if I took the time and practiced I would get better...but it was driving me crazy in the meantime.
As I sat in my living room contemplating whether or not I would make another attempt at masturbation the doorbell rang. I jumped up and ran to the door, hoping that it would be Jason. Instead I found a guy named Andy Bailey at the door. He was a grade ahead of me in school. I knew him, but not well enough for him to be paying me an unexpected visit. In fact he had never been to my house before and I was a little shocked to find him there. He asked me if he could come in and talk to me and I led him into the living room. He sat down on the couch and I sat in a chair.
"How's your summer going?" he asked.
"Not bad," I answered.
"From what I understand it seems to be going pretty well," he said, giving me a knowing look.
I was confused, I knew that Jason wouldn't be gossiping about the two of us... "What do you mean?"
He reached into his backpack, pulled out a picture and handed it to me without a word. I took the picture and looked at it. It was a picture of Jason and I in his pool on the afternoon that we had sex. I was standing in the shallow end of the pool and I still had my bikini on... But if he had this he probably had more pictures. "Where did you get this?!" I demanded.
"I took it, photography's a hobby of mine. And I developed it myself too, so you don't have to worry about anyone else seeing them," Andy explained, still looking at me intently.
Suddenly I remember that Andy lived directly behind Jason and Gail. I looked back down at the picture, it was obviously taken with a zoom lens, it looked very close-up. "You have more..."
"Of course I do." Andy started taking pictures out of his bag and spreading them out on the coffee table. There were so many of them! Pictures of Jason and I playing in the pool nude, pictures of me lying on the beachtowel in the grass...Jason fingering my pussy, Jason's head between my legs, Jason fucking me, Jason's penis shooting cum all over my stomach and breasts. I looked at the pictures in awe. I was angry and a little scared but seeing myself in the pictures was also turning me on.
