We were the gang of six. That's what everybody called us. Three young men and three young women who had been friends for about three years.
Christopher, Michael, Jake, Elaine, Pauline and me, Samantha. We did a lot together in the early days, bowling, cinema, restaurants, football games, we were always together.
Lately, we have been more fragmented, as other interests came into our lives. We weren't in relationships with each other. Chris was courting, Jake was engaged to be married. Elaine was committed to staying single, Pauline was engaged, Jake and I were just floating. I was between boyfriends. I don't know what Jake was doing.
Despite some things becoming more infrequent, one thing remained a constant. On the last Friday of each month we met up for a film and pizza night, taking it in turns to host it. The only thing that stopped any of us from going was work or family commitments. It was just for us six. girlfriends or boyfriends were never invited.
The film choice was made by each of us in turn. These were fun nights. We caught up with what everybody was doing, ate some pizza, drank some beer, not much as most of us were driving and watched film. It was just friends having a good time.
This night turned out to be strange one and I still can't work out exactly how it happened.
Michael was hosting and Elaine had picked the film, a romcom. Pauline wasn't there as she was working. The night started out as normal and we settled down to watch the film. About ten minutes into the film, Elaine got a phone call and had to go home.
The boys didn't want to watch the romcom and as Elaine had gone They thought it was fair for them to select another film.
Michael selected a DVD and said, "How about this one?" holding up a murder mystery.
The boys smirked at each other and nodded. I thought that was because they thought I wouldn't be interested but I was and said "OK that's fine by me"
Shortly after the film started I notice something strange. There seemed to be a short hesitation in it. It was very short and hardly noticeable. I thought it was just a glitch on the DVD.
It happened again. What was it? I began to watch for it, puzzled by what it was. It was happening about once a minute as far as I could tell.
A short while later something in my head told me I should show the guys my tits. Whoa! That's not me. I'm not that kind of girl. That's certainly not going to happen. The few men I've had sex with have seen them but I'm not an exhibitionist.
I sat there and concentrated on the film, pushing the thought down, but it kept coming back, ever stronger. I resisted it but it was getting harder. Now it was almost a compulsion.
In an almost out of body experience, I stood up, stripped off my top. My achingly hard nipples were poking at my white lacy bra. The bra hit the floor,and I held my tits up and said.
"Hey guys, look at my tits"
They all looked and Christopher said
"What's got into you Samantha? They're lovely but we're watching this film."
There was that smirk between them again. I sat down, a bit disheartened by their response and embarrassed by what I'd done. Why had I done it? I didn't really want to, but couldn't resist doing it.
My top and bra remained on the floor where I'd dropped them.
The film continued and the hesitations continued. I started to feel horny. How could I be horny, just sat here watching a film? There was nothing in the film to make me feel horny.
As before I tried to ignore the thoughts but my body refused to obey. I was trying not to shuffle on the seat. I didn't want to draw attention to myself. My nipples were hard and my panties were getting damp. What the hell is happening to me?
I was getting hornier and hornier and I was getting an urge to show my wet pussy to the guys. This was getting ridiculous now. Why would I want to do that? I don't know, but I feel that I have to. I resist the feeling as long as I can. Eventually the urge becomes a compulsion.
I stand up, lift my skirt round my waist, take off my tights and white lacy panties. Legs apart I lean slightly back and hold my pussy lips open with my fingers.
"Hey guys, what do you think of my wet pussy?
They all looked and that smirk was there again. Something is going on and I don't know what. This is so out of character for me.
"Mighty fine pussy, Samantha." Said Jake. " I don't know why you're showing it to us though. Sit down and let us watch the film."
Gutted, I sat down. My tights and panties remained on the floor.
The film went on and so did the hesitations. I got hornier and hornier. I really didn't want to play with myself with the guys there, but I couldn't resist any longer.
With my legs spread, I fingered myself whilst playing with a rock hard nipple. My fingers slipped in and out of my wetness and my thumb rubbed my clit. I came as quietly as I could. The boys just ignored me.
Back to watching the film. As I idly played with my pussy, I began to think about getting fucked. I resisted the thought and concentrated on the film. It didn't work. I was getting desperate now. I really wanted a cock inside me. That's what one side of my mind said. The other side told me to behave myself and get dressed. Once again the urge became to much and to my surprise, I heard myself say.
"Hey guys. I'm sat here with my tits out, my pussy is wetter that it's been for a while. Why don't you get over here and use it?"
