"Blackmailed!-Part 4"

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Chapter 8

Tanya and Mark stood quietly until they heard the back door close after Amy and Sheri left. Tanya turned to him and he tried to meet her gaze, but he suddenly seemed very uncomfortable now that they were alone. Tanya took his hand and he raised his eyes to meet hers.

"You really don't mind if I stay a while?" she asked, her eyes sparkling as a mischievous smile formed on her pretty mouth. He shook his head slowly.

"N . . . no, I . . . I'd like that," he replied quietly, a nervous smile coming to his face.

Tanya's face lit up and she moved closer. "Good," she whispered. "Because I really do like you, Mark." She dropped his hand and placed both of her arms around his neck, pulling his body to hers. Her face was inches from his and her ample breasts pressed against him as she looked up into his eyes. He could smell the coconut scent of her hair and feel her warm, sweet breath on his face. She pulled his head down and as their lips touched, he felt a surge in his groin as his cock began to swell. Her soft lips moved sensuously against his and could feel her tongue prying his lips apart. He had never been kissed like this before and at first he resisted. Not because he didn't want to kiss the beautiful redhead, but because he was unsure what to do. Her tongue continued probing his lips, urging them apart and he finally got the hint and opened his mouth slightly. He was completely unprepared when her tongue darted into his mouth and he hesitated for a second or two. When she continued kissing him, he soon discovered the sensuous pleasure of french kissing and welcomed her invading tongue. He put his arms around her narrow waist and held her sexy body tight to his. His manhood continued to grow and Tanya could soon feel it pressing into her thigh.

She slowly pulled her lips from his and smiled as their eyes met. He returned her smile and she backed away a bit, looking down at the prominent bulge in his jeans. She looked back at him, her smile becoming a wide grin.

"Someone's happy to see me!" she said, licking her lips. Mark glanced down quickly then shrugged, a nervous smile on his red face. "Don't be embarrassed," she said softly, moving closer and dropping her hand to the front of his jeans. He inhaled sharply as her hand touched his hard cock over his jeans. Tanya smiled at his reaction to her touch and began to slowly stroke the hard bulge. "You're a lot bigger than I expected!" she cooed. It was true. His cock wasn't huge, but it was as big as any she had ever seen, bigger than some, and it surprised her that a slightly built boy like Mark could have such a big cock. He closed his eyes as she continued to rub her hand up and down its length. "Do you like it when I do that?" she said, her eyes dancing. He nodded his head and opened his eyes.

"Y . . . yeah. It . . . feels really good!" he managed to say. Tanya liked the effect she was having on him, but with his lack of experience, she was afraid he was going to cum in his jeans if she kept it up, so she removed her hand and kissed him again. He seemed a little dejected that she stopped her gentle fondling, but his expression changed from one of disappointment to surprise when she stood back, grabbed the hem of her top, and pulled it over her head. She pulled it free from her hair, shaking her head from side to side. When she did, her huge tits jiggled inside her bra and he felt his cock twitch. She tossed her top onto the couch and smiled at him, cupping her breasts with both hands and squeezing them. He swallowed hard, his eyes not believing the sight. Here was this absolutely gorgeous girl undressing right in front of him! She looked down at her tits, then back up to his eyes. Without saying anything, she reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra. He saw the garment loosen and her breasts moved slightly as the tension was released. Without taking her eyes from his astonished face, Tanya pulled her bra from her tits and watched Mark's eyes literally bulge as they bounced free, then settled on her chest, quivering slightly and rising and falling with her breathing. She cupped them in her hands and looked up at him.

"Would you like to touch them?" she asked, moving closer. Mark looked from her tits to her face, but didn't reply. Tanya took another half step toward him. His eyes dropped back down to her chest. "I love it when someone kisses them and sucks on my nipples," she said seductively. Her fingers swirled around her dark pink areolas and flicked across her erect nipples. Her eyes watched his face as she moved a little closer. He made no move toward her so she reached out, took his hand, and placed it on one of her massive melons. He seemed to come out of his daze a little and she felt his fingers kneading the soft flesh. "Will you?" she asked almost pleadingly as she moved close enough so that her bare tits were almost touching his chest. He looked back up at her face and, after a brief hesitation, nodded slightly. She smiled and once again wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. He could feel her hard nipples poking him through his shirt as they kissed. His cock felt like it was going to burst from his jeans as she moved her body against it. No girl had ever touched him this way or made him feel like this before!

Tanya pulled her lips from his, then, with a sly smile, pushed his head down to her tits and said in a low, husky voice, "Kiss them, Mark! Suck on my nipples!" His face was pressed against the soft skin of her heaving breasts and this time he didn't hesitate. He began kissing them as she slowly guided his lips to her sensitive nipples. Once again, he didn't hesitate. He took her nipple into his mouth and began to suck on it like a newborn. Tanya sighed and ran her fingers through his hair, holding him to her breast. After a few minutes, she guided him over to the other one and he suckled it with the same enthusiasm.

Feeling more confident, he placed his hands on the bare skin of her slender waist, then slowly slid them down her hips and around to her firm ass. He squeezed her cheeks and Tanya sighed, encouraging him to explore further. She allowed him to run a hand down between her legs, even opening them slightly so he could reach her excited pussy from behind. She moaned a little as his fingers touched her shorts and rubbed her sensitive labia over them. She was still very horny from watching Amy and Sheri that afternoon and was tempted to let Mark fuck her right then and there. But that would come later. For now, she had other plans. She couldn't explain it, but there was something about him that turned her on. Maybe it was his innocence, or his quiet shyness, she didn't know. But something about him excited her in a way no other guy she had ever dated did. Still, she needed something to ease her tension. And she couldn't leave Mark here alone with his raging hard-on that she had caused!

She gently lifted his head from her tit and kissed him. They pulled away and she smiled. "That felt wonderful, baby!" she whispered, then looked down at the bulge in his jeans. "I can't very well leave you here in that condition!" she said with a devilish grin. He looked down at her shorts and began to move his hands toward the button, but she stopped him. "Let's save that for later, ok?" Once again, his face fell. But Tanya put a finger under his chin and raised his eyes to hers. "I have another idea!" He looked puzzled but she just winked at him and moved her hands to the button of his jeans. In a second, she had them undone and was tugging his fly open. He watched her do this, then looked up at her. She smiled and moved her eyebrows up and down suggestively, then kissed him quickly and dropped to her knees at his feet. She grasped his jeans and pulled them down, bringing his underwear down with them. His stiff prick popped out in front of her. It was about seven inches long and a little thicker than most, but overall about average. She looked up at him and sexily chewed on her bottom lip. He stared down at her, not knowing what to think. He had never been naked in front of anyone before, let alone a beautiful, topless girl!

Tanya licked her lips and wrapped her hand around the hard shaft. Mark sighed, closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. Tanya moved her eyes up to look at him and moved her lips toward the soft tip of his cock. He must have sensed her getting closer, or felt her breath on his sensitive organ, because he opened his eyes and looked down, meeting hers, just as she parted her lips and slid his hard tool into her warm mouth. He moaned loudly as she took about three inches of it into her mouth and sucked on it for a second or two, then slid it back out. She looked up at him and licked her lips, grinning.

"Was that ok?" she asked. He caught his breath and nodded emphatically.

"Oh, shit! That felt so good!" he exclaimed, looking down at the busty redhead. She licked her lips again and grasped his cock. Again, he moaned and closed his eyes.

"I can make you feel real good, Mark," she said softly. "I want to suck your big cock until you cum all over my tits. Would you like that, baby?" He opened his eyes and stared at her for a second, his mind trying to process what she had just said, then nodded, his eyes wide. She smiled and, without taking her eyes off his face, opened her mouth and slid his cock back into her wet mouth, the soft head moving sensuously along her tongue. Mark gasped and then sucked in a long breath. He had never felt anything like this before! He had certainly heard of blow-jobs, but never imagined it would feel this good! Tanya began to slowly move her mouth back and forth on his cock, the taste of his precum strong on her tongue. Mark moaned and sighed, fighting for control. It was a losing battle. Not even a minute after Tanya began, she heard his breathing becoming shallow and felt his body stiffening. She was no expert, but she had done this enough to recognize the signs. She gave him one last hard suck, then pulled her mouth from his throbbing meat. She grasped it in her hand and began pumping it, aiming it at her huge tits.

"Yeah, c'mon, baby! Cum for me! Cum all over my tits!" Mark's body jerked, then stiffened. A long moan escaped his lips and Tanya felt his cock twitch as his load surged through it and shot out, splattering her left tit. He moaned again and bent slightly at the waist, his body stiff appearing a little off-balance as another shot hit her cleavage and began to run down between her tits. A few more shots left more of his seed on her big tits, running down them in small rivulets, before he finally stopped and collapsed back onto the couch. Tanya looked down at her cum-soaked tits, then back up at him and grinned.

"That was quite a load!" she said, pushing some around with her finger. She crawled over to where he sat panting, his face flushed red, and leaned up and kissed him. "Thank you, baby!" she purred, licking her lips. He managed a weak smile.

"N . . . no, thank you!" he replied, caressing her auburn hair. She returned his smile and stood up, looking around.

"I better get cleaned up." She spied a bathroom on the other side of the room and with a kissing motion, went over and into it. Mark heard water running and a few minutes later, she returned to find him still sitting in the same position, his softening cock starting to sag in his lap. She picked up her bra and began to put it on. "Are you just gonna sit there like that all night?" she asked with a grin. Mark slowly stood up and pulled his pants back up as she picked up her top and pulled it over her head, then pulled her long hair from under the collar with a sweep of her hand and a toss of her pretty head. She came over and kissed him. "I have to go. Want to get together for lunch tomorrow?"

He nodded "Sure." She kissed him again and quickly rubbed a hand over his crotch.

"I'll meet you in the food court at noon. See you later!" With that, she disappeared up the stairs and was gone. Mark stood there watching the stairs for a moment, then sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. He wasn't really paying attention to it. The events of a few moments ago kept replaying in his head.

Chapter 9

Sheri and Amy arrived at Sheri's house a few minutes after they left Mark's and were a little disappointed to see Sheri's mother's car in the driveway. That meant no fun tonight. They were anxious to consummate their relationship in a warm, loving setting, but they had been a little over-sexed the past two days and decided that maybe they could wait until the weekend.

They went into Sheri's room and closed the door. Sheri was carrying a manilla envelope that contained two copies of the doctored pictures. She took one set out and spread them out on her desk. They both looked at them, each trying to imagine the look on John and Bill's faces when they showed them to them tomorrow. They really were quite good. You could tell they were fakes if you looked really close, but they were good enough for their purposes. Sheri pulled the video camera from the bag and hooked it up to the VCR in her room. She slid a blank tape into the VCR and pressed record, then played back the tape on the camera. The scene opened just as Bill and John arrived. Tanya had positioned the camera well and everything was easily visible in the frame. Amy turned away, but Sheri watched the entire thing, then turned off the camera and removed the small eight millimeter cassette from it. She went into her closet and placed it in a shoe box on the top shelf, along with cd containing all the pictures Tanya had taken, including the two Mark had created. Then she removed the videocassette from the VCR and put it into the envelope with the fake pictures.

Amy watched her do all this while sitting silently on the bed. When she finished, Sheri sat down beside her and took her hand. "We're all set," she said, giving Amy a weak smile. They kissed for a few minutes, then went down to the family room to watch TV until bedtime. At about ten thirty, Sheri's mother stretched and got up to go to bed. They waited until they heard her bedroom door click shut, then Sheri slid over next to Amy, wrapped her arms around her, and kissed her passionately. Amy was a little startled at first, then began kissing her back. They moaned and sighed, their hands roaming over each other with wild abandon. Finally Amy pulled away and gently pushed Sheri back onto the couch, looking anxiously down the hall toward her mother's room.

"Ssshhh!" she exclaimed, holding a finger to her lips. Sheri grinned and made a move toward her, but Amy held out a finger and shot her a stern look. "Behave!" she whispered hoarsely. "I don't want your mother to catch us!" Sheri sank back to the couch, a sulky look on her face that wasn't entirely convincing. Amy eased up and settled back next to her. Sheri giggled and rested her head on Amy's shoulder. They watched the last half hour of the movie like this, then went downstairs to Sheri's room in the basement. It was much cooler down there and they both breathed a sigh as they stepped from the stairs onto the thick carpet of the rec room. Amy went into the bathroom while Sheri went into her room and began to take down the bed. She tossed an extra pillow onto it and then began to undress. She pulled off her halter top and slipped a long t-shirt on, then removed her shorts. She paused, then with a glance toward the door, quickly slipped off her panties and tossed them on the floor next to the bed. Amy walked in a moment later and Sheri left to use the washroom.

Amy dug through her overnight bag and retrieved a long t-shirt like the one Sheri wore. She quickly undressed and pulled it on. She left her panties on and went over to the bed, preparing to get in. She stepped on something and looked down to see a pair of Sheri's panties on the floor. She looked around. There were no other dirty clothes on the floor. Sheri was compulsively neat and all of her dirty clothes always went directly into the hamper. Amy smiled to herself, then pulled her own panties off, along with her t-shirt, and quickly slid naked under the covers, pulling them up to her neck.

Sheri came in a few minutes later and climbed into bed next to her. When she reached over and found that Amy wasn't wearing anything, she grinned widely. "You little slut!" she teased, running her finger along Amy's swollen pussy lips. Amy giggled and began to tug at Sheri's shirt. She quickly sat up, tossed it to the floor, and lay back down next to her best friend, and lover. They looked into each others' eyes, then began to kiss passionately, their legs tangled together as they twisted in the bed trying to press every part of their exposed flesh together.

Sheri moved her soft lips along the sensitive skin of Amy's neck, then nibbled tenderly on her earlobe. "You said you imagined it was me licking your sweet little pussy. I want to make that a reality!" Before Amy could respond, Sheri threw back the covers and slid down Amy's naked body, kissing her firm tits and stomach on the way down. She got to her hands and knees and crawled between Amy's legs, pushing them further apart. With a seductive smile, she lowered her face to Amy's tender pussy and gently licked her delicate lips. Amy gasped and closed her eyes, pushing her head back into the pillow as she arched her back. Sheri began to lick and suck in earnest, gobbling up her sweet nectar while Amy writhed on the bed in undisguised ecstacy. She began to make little mewling noises as Sheri pushed her tongue deeper into the warm wetness of her excited twat. When Sheri moved up to her erect little clit, she cried out, then pulled the other pillow over her face and screamed into it, her voice muffled but still audible within the confines of the room. She pushed her pelvis upward, trying to guide Sheri's mouth to her most sensitive areas, but Sheri seemed to know where they were and soon Amy was twisting on the sheets, her cries a steady wail under the pillow. When she came, she arched her back so high that only her feet and shoulders were touching the bed. Sheri continued sucking on her hard little clit until Amy lifted the pillow from her face and pushed her away.

"Sh . . . Sheri! Enough! I . . . I . . . can't . . . take . . . anymore!" Sheri gave one last lick causing Amy to hold the pillow to her face one more time and scream, then she crawled up next to her and held her while she came down from her orgasmic high, panting and moaning as she experienced several smaller orgasms. Sheri called them 'aftershocks'. She finally stopped cumming and lay flushed and panting for air on the sweat soaked sheets. Sheri caressed her skin lovingly and watched her, feeling her own pussy leaking copious amounts of juice while she watched her lover cum.

After a moment or two, Amy turned to look at her, her face wet and flushed. "H . . .holy shit! What did you do to me!?" Sheri kissed her and smiled.

"You almost made me cum just watching you," she said, her eyes never leaving Amy's. Amy managed a weak smile.

"Plenty to go around! Holy shit!" she repeated, wiping a hand across her damp brow. They lay there for a few minutes while Amy regained her composure, holding each other lovingly. Amy untangled herself from Sheri's embrace and leaned over her. She kissed her warmly, tasting her own cum on Sheri's lips and tongue. Then, following Sheri's example, she moved her mouth down Sheri's body, taking a few minutes to suck on her rock-hard nipples before moving lower. She positioned herself between Sheri's legs and with a knowing wink, lowered her face to the folds of Sheri's tiny and perfectly symmetrical pussy. She had such small, delicate lips that Amy couldn't wait to taste her. She dove in without preamble, pushing her tongue deep into her tiny hole and swirling it around inside the wet warmth of her hot pussy.

Now it was Sheri's turn. She gasped and put her hands on Amy's head, encouraging her to keep up her oral attention. Amy had no intentions of letting up. She wanted to return the exquisite pleasure Sheri had just given to her and she wasn't going to stop until she had an orgasm at least as powerful and mind-numbing as hers had been. She lapped up the sweet juices from Sheri's dripping pussy, causing Sheri to moan and squirm on the bed as Amy had done. When she locked her lips around Sheri's erect clit and began to suckle it while rubbing it with the tip of her tongue, Sheri lost it. She cried out loudly, forgetting about the pillow as she came, her body going rigid for a long moment. Then she began to buck and jerk, crying out, "Yes! Oh, god!! Oh, shit!! Yes!! Yes!! Oh, fuck, yes!!" Her cries gradually faded to a low whine punctuated by the occasional grunt as she experienced another smaller orgasm. Amy's tongue was getting tired and she moved up next to Sheri, holding her as she came down from her own massive orgasm.

As they lay there wrapped in each other's arms on the damp sheets, they heard a floorboard creak and Sheri suddenly sat bolt upright in the bed. "Oh, shit! Mom's coming! Get dressed! Quick!" Sheri's cries must have been heard all the way upstairs and her mother was on her way down to investigate. They scrambled about until they retrieved their shirts, hastily yanked them over their heads, and climbed back into bed, pulling the sheets and covers over them. They were just laying back on the pillows when there was a soft knock on the door.

"What's going on in there?" Sheri's mother called from the other room. The door opened and she looked inside, an aggravated look on her face. Sheri looked at her, an apologetic look on her face.

"Sorry, Mom. We were just goofing around and we got a little loud. Won't happen again."

"Sorry, Mrs Bonham," Amy said from the far side of the bed. "We didn't mean to wake you." She looked at them for a few seconds, then her look softened and she sighed.

"I'm not so old that I don't remember sleep-overs," she said, "but try to keep it down, ok?" They said they would, then after a quick chorus of goodnights, she closed the door and they soon heard her footsteps as she crossed the kitchen and went back to her room. The girls breathed a mutual sigh of relief, then began to giggle.

"Just 'goofing around'?" Amy asked in mock seriousness. "Is that all I am to you?" She tried to keep a straight face, but burst out laughing. Sheri grinned and hit her with a pillow. A short pillow fight ensued, but they soon settled down and kissed goodnight. They needed to get some sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a big day!

Chapter 10

The girls stayed in bed until they heard Sheri's mother leave for work, then got up and began to get ready for the day. Sheri watched Amy pull out a short miniskirt and tight cut-off t-shirt that showed a good portion of her navel. She grinned at Sheri. "I want those assholes to get a good look at something they're never going to have again!" she explained as she squeezed into the revealing clothing. Sheri laughed and went looking for tightest shorts. She found them in the bottom drawer of her dresser. They were a pair of old cutoffs that were a little too small for her and left part of her ass cheeks exposed. She called them her 'extreme Daisy Dukes', she explained to Amy, who giggled and kept trying to grab her ass. She pulled on a tight t-shirt and like Amy, went braless. Sheri picked up the envelope containing the pictures and put the videotape into her small handbag, then they went upstairs to have some breakfast. Amy felt a little self-conscious in her outfit that looked like it came from 'Hookers R Us', but it would be worth it to see the looks on Bill and John's faces. They finished breakfast, did the dishes, and at ten-thirty they started out toward the schoolyard. Tanya had convinced them that it would be safer to meet Bill and John in a more public place and since you pretty much had to go through the schoolyard to get to the path to the lake, it was the logical place. They arrived fifteen minutes later and sat down on the swings, watching quietly for their two rapists and blackmailers to appear.

At ten past eleven, they heard voices and a moment later, Bill and John walked around the corner of the school and started toward the woods. Bill noticed them sitting on the swings and they stopped, looking at the two girls with puzzled expressions on their faces. They began to walk over and Amy gripped Sheri's hand. "Here we go," Sheri said through clenched lips. "Just stay calm, honey. We're holding all the cards." Amy nodded and turned to see the two had almost reached them. They were grinning maliciously and talking back and forth. The girls stood up when they were about twenty feet away and they could see the surprised expressions on their faces as they took in their skimpy outfits.

Bill laughed and nudged John as they got closer. "Well, look at this! They started dressing like the little whores they are!' They both began laughing at Bill's attempt at humor. Amy and Sheri stood still, their faces firmly set. So far, so good. They made a complete circle around them, taking in their young bodies in the tight, revealing clothes. John let out a low whistle as they came back around to face them.

"Looking good, sluts! Now why are you out here instead of waiting for us at the lake?" he asked, folding his arms across his chest.

Amy stood closer to Sheri. Sheri spoke up, her voice firm and unwavering. "We're not going to the lake with you. Not today, not ever."

They seemed surprised and exchanged a look. "Really?!" Bill said, a smile forming on his lips. "So you don't care if everyone finds out you're a couple of dykes?"

"Yeah," John added. "You better fucking do as you're told. I'll send them out! I'm not kidding!"

For a moment, the girls were silent, staring them down. Then Sheri said quietly, "No, I don't think you will." She walked over and held out the envelope to Bill. As he reached for it, she purposely dropped it to the dusty ground, then turned away. She went back to Amy and held her hand as Bill glared at them, then bent over and picked it up.

"What the fuck is this?" he said as he reached inside to pull the pictures out. Sheri and Amy watched them closely. This was the moment they had been planning for. "What did you do, make us some pin-up of you so we could . . ." His voice trailed off as he saw the pictures, then his face darkened and he waved them at them. "What the fuck is this bullshit!?" John grabbed one of them and Amy could almost feel his anger as his eyes moved from the pictures to them.

"What the fuck! How did!? . . . These are fucking fakes! We never did this shit!" His eyes burned as he moved closer, fists clenched, a snarl forming on his lips. Amy looked around. She was terrified, but she needed to keep her cool.

"I'd be careful," she said in a surprisingly steady voice. "This is a pretty busy spot and I don't think people would understand if they saw two big guys beating up on a couple of girls."

Bill put out an arm to stop him. John stopped and looked around. Sheri spoke up. "Yeah, even if you are a couple of queens!" John' face turned red. He was so mad he couldn't speak. Bill seethed as well, but he was a little more in control.

"You fucking little cock-sucking bitches! You can't do this! Those pictures are fakes and you know it!" He threw them to the ground, glaring at them, and twisted his heel into them. Sheri shrugged.

"Go ahead, destroy them. We have plenty more. Oh, yeah, and we also have . . ." she dug through the little handbag she was carrying and retrieved the videotape. " . . . this." She winked at John. "We decided to make a little movie of all of us yesterday. Now what do you think would happen if we were to 'accidently' take it to the cops?" Bill and John said nothing, but they could see the fear creeping into their eyes. They stared at her, not moving. She continued. "It's pretty obvious that we're not doing this . . ." She held up the tape. " . . . of our own free will. Now, I believe the sentence for rape is what? Twenty-five to life?" She turned to Amy, who was watching the two assholes twisting in the wind. Amy folded her arms across her chest, not taking her eyes off them.

"Just looked it up this morning," she replied, nodding.

Sheri nodded and turned back to them. "So, fag boys, your little rape party is over. If we see any of those pictures anywhere, this . . ." She waved the videotape. "Goes to the police and those pictures go . . ." She shrugged. ". . . everywhere. I'm sure your cell mates would get a big kick out of them!"

Bill and John stared at them, their jaws dropped. "Y . . . you wouldn't!" Bill stammered. Sheri took a step toward him, her anger beginning to show.

"After what you did to us, you're fucking right I would!" She gestured to Amy. "Amy wanted to go straight to the cops, but I talked her out of it. But we both agree that maybe these pictures should go out anyway." Bill and John looked at each other. Sheri thought a second, then added, "Oh, and another thing. Obviously someone took those pictures. Even a couple of brain dead fuck-ups like you would eventually figure that out. If any of our friends are harassed or hurt in any way, the tape goes to the cops. No warning. No second chances. Do you understand?"

"Those are fakes! You can't do that! It's . . .it's . . .shit, what's the word for that?" Bill said. John shrugged.

"Slander," Amy said, a wry smile coming to her lips. She was enjoying watching them squirm. "But they look so real, don't they?" Sheri went over and took Amy's hand, walking slowly so that they could get a good look at her ass in the tight shorts. She nodded at the pictures lying on the dusty ground. "You can keep those to whack off to," she called over her shoulder as they turned to leave. "We have plenty of copies!"

"Wait!" Bill called, picking up the trampled pictures. "You're not really going to send these out, are you? We'd be . . ." He struggled to come up with the words.

Sheri and Amy turned, still holding hands. "Outed?" Sheri asked. They giggled.

"No, damn it!" John yelled, his frustration evident. "We ain't queer!"

Amy looked at Sheri and shrugged. "You know what they say - a picture's worth a thousand words!" They giggled again and turned to leave. Amy waved to them over her shoulder as they walked away, their hips swinging seductively. "Bye, boys!"

John and Bill watched them until the two girls disappeared around the corner of the school. As soon as they were out of sight, they both began to laugh out loud. "Holy shit, that was sweet!" Sheri said between laughs. "I'll never forget the look on their faces!" Amy chuckled, then her face became more solemn. "What's wrong?" Sheri asked, still giggling.

Amy sighed. "I'm just worried about Tanya. Do you think she's ready for next weekend?" Sheri stopped laughing and put an arm around her friend's shoulder.

"She'll be fine," she replied. "It'll be a little awkward at first, but once the ice is broken, she'll be happy she came."

"Is it just me," Amy asked, "or did I sense something between her and Mark?"

Sheri chuckled. "It's not just you, babe. I felt something, too. It's no secret that Mark's a little infatuated with Tanya, but I think she's into him, too."

Amy snorted derisively. "Yeah . . . infatuated with her tits, maybe!"

"Well, I understand how he feels. She does have quite a rack there!" She gave Amy a slight smile, trying to lighten her mood. Amy gave her a nudge, knocking her off balance so that she stumbled off the sidewalk onto the lawn, but she did grin a little. Sheri caught up to her and gave her ass a quick squeeze, causing Amy to jump. "And if I remember correctly, Tanya didn't seem all that upset about spending the rest of the summer fucking him. I really think she likes him."

Amy scrunched up her nose and looked at her. "You think?"

Sheri shrugged. They continued on back to Sheri's house to give Tanya a call.

Chapter 11

Bill and John were leaning against the workbench of their friend Ralph's garage a couple of hours later, drinking a beer.

"Those fucking little bitches," Bill was saying before taking another pull from his beer. He emptied the bottle and dropped it into an empty case on the floor. He looked up at John as he grabbed another one from the fridge.

"Hey!" Ralph called out from under the old Chevy van he was working on. "You better fucking replace those!"

"Yeah, yeah," Bill mumbled as he took another drink. Ralph slid out from under the van, wiping his hands on a greasy rag. He went over to the fridge and got himself a beer, then leaned against the front of the van.

"The way I see it," he said. "You two have to get those pictures and the video. You can't let those little whores hold this over your head." Ralph was a thin, wiry man of twenty-one who had spent a good deal of his youth doing small-time break and enters. He had been good at it, too. He had never been caught. He took another drink and looked at them. "I'll help you any way I can, but you guys need to watch them and find out where they're keeping it. And if there are any more copies."

John nodded. "Then we make the cunts pay!" He slammed his empty bottle on the bench.

Ralph nodded. "Yeah, but only after you have all the evidence against you."

Bill slammed the remainder of his beer. "Then let's get at it. Steve and Jerry will help. We need to watch them and find out who took the pictures. I want them to pay, too!"

John nodded. "I bet it's that fucking redhead with the big tits. Those three are always together!"

Bill nodded. "Yup, probably. Let's go." They started out to Bill's beat up old pick-up. "Talk to you later, Ralph," he called back.

"Let me know when you need me!" Ralph yelled back.

They were parked down the street from Sheri's house a short time later. It was a small town and a fairly simple matter to find out where they all lived. It was another hot day and they wished they could be anywhere else, but this needed to be done. Around two-thirty, Sheri and Amy came out, walking in the general direction of the mall. Bill picked up his cell phone and called Jerry, who was waiting near Tanya's house.

"Sheri and Amy just left here. Looks like they're going to the mall. See if you can pick them up and shadow them. They may say where they hid the tape!" He flipped the phone shut and watched them disappear around the corner. Then he started the truck and drove around to a side street a few houses down from Sheri's. All the houses on that side were built next to the woods and there were a few short streets that led up to the woods in expectation of future expansion. Bill parked the truck at the end of the nearest one and they got out and walked into the woods. They made their way through the thick brush until they were directly behind Sheri's house, then peered cautiously through the trees.

"Are you sure no one's home?" John asked nervously.

Bill nodded. "Her old lady works at the plant. The day shift doesn't end until four. She doesn't have a father. Ran off years ago, I hear." He looked at the neighboring houses, then motioned to John. "C'mon, let's go!" They made their way across the back yard quickly and knelt by one of the basement windows. The houses in this neighborhood were all bungalows built in the seventies and most still had the cheap casement windows in the basements. This one was no exception. Bill quickly slid one open and carefully removed the glass pane. There were two panes and each one would have to be removed in order for them to slip through the window. In a moment, they were both standing in the rec room, looking around. Bill pointed to the bedroom and they made their way over to it. They both began searching, John looking through her night stand and dresser, while Bill tackled the closet. He wasn't long locating the shoe box and triumphantly held up the eight millimeter tape and cd. "Got them!" John turned and grinned when he them.

"Right on! Let's get out of here!" They went back over and out the same window they came in, carefully replacing the glass, then slipped away into the woods. When they got back to the truck, they made a beeline for John's place, where they could check the cd on his computer. They had no way to play the tape, but if the cd contained the pictures, chances were the tape was the one they were looking for. They would check it later, as soon as they could find a video camera.

On the way there, Bill's cell phone rang. It was Jerry. "We followed them to the food court. The redhead was there with some geeky guy. We sat next to them, but they didn't mention the tape."

"That's ok," Bill told him. "We got the tape. Meet us at Ralph's in an hour." He flipped the phone shut as they pulled into John's driveway.

Half an hour later, they were driving to Ralph's. The cd had checked out and they were sure Ralph would have a camera they could check the tape on. They pulled in at the same time as Steve and Jerry. A few minute's later, they all sat in Ralph's living room while he hooked up the camera to his TV.

"They were talking about some camping trip they were all going to take," Jerry was saying. "Out past the lake off White Oak Road. Said they were going to walk down the trail past the lake and meet at the road, then go on from there."

Bill was turning this over, formulating a plan. "You're sure about that?" Jerry looked at Steve and they both nodded.

"Yeah," he said firmly. "We were sittin' right beside them. Could hear 'em plain as day!" Bill nodded, still thinking. Ralph finished hooking up the cables and pressed play. The TV flashed static for a few seconds, then a view of the clearing came on, with Amy and Sheri sitting on the blanket.

"That's it!" John cried, jumping up. "We got the bitches now!" Ralph, Jerry and Steve all wanted to see the tape, so John added some narration while Bill sat quietly, a plan forming in his twisted mind. He grinned to himself as it all came together. Those fucking sluts were going to pay!

- To Be Continued... -

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