I watched them from the side of the room, my body out of shot, my freshly revealed tits still heaving over the top of my lingerie. I ran my thumbs across my nipples, slowly, enjoying the way they looked as they sprang back into position, enjoying the way it felt, a shiver passing through me and culminating between my legs. Fuck.

I needed to cum so badly.

On the screen, my three best friend’s faces, in three separate boxes. Watching my empty room.

Waiting.

I walked back into shot a few moments later wearing an oversized plaid shirt that came down past my thighs.

“Thank fuck she’s finally dressed,” Eli said. “How long do you think it will take her to realize the cam was on the whole time?”

“Jeeze, I can’t bear it. Maybe she won’t? One of us should tell her.”

I smiled to myself, pleased I still had their attention, my thoughts guided by something less than logic now. I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I really had the nerve to do this, but then my horniss took over again, and instead of sitting down on my desk chair, I turned to the side and perched my ass on the edge of the desk beside me.

Knowing they were watching, I ran my hands over my thighs, feeling the bare heat of my skin, the ache between my legs still pulsing from the first round of teasing. I reached up, running my fingers through my hair, lifting it off my neck, exposing the long, bare column of my throat. I watched myself, my own lips parting slightly, my skin flushed, my nipples stiff beneath the soft cotton.

And then, with the slightest roll of my shoulders—

The shirt slipped.

Eli let out a low, “Jesus, fuck.”

Mark exhaled sharply. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

I sighed with pleasure, my breasts once again exposed to the three guys I loved most in the whole world, my cleavage soft and inviting as I pushed my arms together, enjoying the undulations as they bounced and moved, my still-damp hair brushing the edge of my areola.

“Oh fuck,” Ryan said. “Not again.”

No one responded, but all over them watched as i smoothed my hands up my body and pulled lightly on my nipples, my body giving an involuntary shudder, the shirt falling even lower, the underside of my tits revealed to them, confirming how full and round the were, looking impossibly large on the camera.

But I wasn’t finished yet.

This was way too exciting.

I continued to massage my tits for a moment, closing my eyes, imagining it was them; Eli sucking and massaging my left breast, Mark taking the right, and Ryan…

I moved my hands down my body, opening the shirt further.

“Oh fuck dude, is that…?”

The mound of my pussy, smooth and soft, protruded through the shirt. I watched their reactions through the screen as my fingers moved lower, revealing it, inch by inch, my breath quick and shallow, my body vibrating with anticipation. I let my hands glide down my stomach, over the flat plane of my abdomen, my fingertips teasing along the edge of where the shirt barely covered me.

Before I even knew I was going to do it, I turned to face them suddenly, letting the shirt finally fall open and revealing myself to them fully, my heart hammering, my pussy so wet I could feel my juices running down my inner thighs, a trickle on each leg.

Mark gasped. “It’s…perfect.”

The other two just stared, their mouths open, and I understood why.

My body filled the screen now, my natural breasts so large and full they were barely in the shot, the central focus now on my pussy; smooth and tight and wet.

The image was obscene.

And knowing they were looking at it only made me want to push myself further.

I moved my hand lower, very lightly and very slowly caressing the tight line of my pussy. Even a light touch, my body shuddered, and when I pulled my finger away, it shimmered in the light.

I licked it clean.

“Jesus fucking christ.”

Mark swallowed hard. “She knows we’re watching. She must know. She’s teasing us.”

“There’s no way she knows! This so not Sarah!”

But it was. It was the secret slutty part of me that I had never shown to them before, and his shock spurred me on, making it feel even more illicit, even more wrong. I ran one hand up my body, cupping my breast, squeezing lightly. My other hand dipped lower, my finger pushing a little deeper this time, finally caressing my clit, the sensation heightened in a way I’d never experienced before.

I moaned.

Soft.

Breathy.

Mark cursed. “Jesus Christ.”

Eli groaned low and rough. “I can’t fucking take this.”

Neither could I.

I started to masturbate for real, pushing my fingers between my lips and making slow circles on my clit–gentle circles that quickly increased in pace. Within seconds it was no longer slow and sensual and teasing. It was feral and needy and slutty, slick sounds filling the space between me and the screen, my thighs trembling as pleasure built fast and hot inside me.

“Dude…you can hear how wet she is.”

I licked my lips, Mark’s comment making it even worse/better. I watched the screen but I could barely see them anymore, my vision blurring with pleasure, my legs shaking.

“Holy fuck. She’s—” Mark said, his voice cracking.

I moaned louder, my movements turning frantic, my fingers thrusting deep. My body arched, heat surging through me

“Dude…I think she’s gonna fucking cum.”

I was.

My entire body began to pulse, trembling, writhing, my tits bouncing with the excursion, imagining I was riding them, imagining each of them taking a turn on me, using me however they wanted, fucking me wither their cocks and their tongues and theirs fingers and…

Fuck.

My orgasm hit me, the entire desk shaking with it as I spread my legs even wider and showed them everything.

“This is so wrong,” Eli said, sounding out of breath.

I agreed, and so did my body. It was incredible. As the last waves of pleasure rolled through me, a deep shudder went through me. My fingers were wet, my thighs trembed, and my breath was ragged. I stayed like that for a moment, just stood before them with my body still fully on display and wondered what the fuck I had just done, feeling my stomach twist at what I’d put my best friends though…

And, as I stepped out of frame once more, ready to get dressed for real this time, I realised the worst part.

I already wanted more.