Part two of manipulating my [Ff] friend. Sorry I’m long winded but they say the devil’s in the details

Well, since my first Meredith story was a resounding success, I suppose I’ll continue with her. I will say that these stories with Mer are probably the most vanilla stories I have, because at this point I was still so inexperienced myself. The upside being that these are heavy on the corruption theme, and they do get dirtier over time. Although I think my favorite part in the end is that she ended up following her parents’ path and became a missionary and white picket fencer, so now I’m just a dirty secret for her forever. Again, jump to the skip ahead point for just the sexy sex suff.

The next morning was quick, and I’ve never been a morning person. So a fairly quiet breakfast and I went home early the next day as usual. I spent the rest of my weekend rubbing a hole through my panties at all times. I had a bad habit of touching myself literally anywhere. Especially because it wasn’t weird for me to walk around the house in panties and a t-shirt. So when I was in my room, when I was watching tv with my brother, when I was alone at the kitchen table, everywhere. (Thinking back I can’t imagine my brother or parents never noticed a wet spot… whoops.) But now I was thinking about my best friend, instead of just all the crazy porn I idolized so often. This was going to be bad.

Emily’s Mistake [FF] [Blackmail]

Emily was hiding in the historical nonfiction section of her school library, watching through the shelves towards the Biographical section. She pulled a couple books from the shelf at random trying to appear occupied as she thought about how her life came crashing down around her just before lunch.

She had stood at the sink with the faucet on, but her hands were occupied by a small note she had found in her locker. Though she had nervously crumpled it into the smallest ball possible it still read “Truth or Dare, AnonEmous”. Which in and of itself was rather benign, if not for a few key points. For one, she was AnonEmous, a stupid name she’d come up with as an online presence. The name she used on Reddit, Tumblr, Discord, and anything else she didn’t share with her real life friends and family. Secondly, she knew, or was terrified that she knew, what the truth or dare was referring to. Over the summer she had found a group of friends on Reddit, spread out all over the US. They all had made a Discord and gotten pretty close. Close enough that in early August they all joined a video chat and played truth or dare while drinking. Emily had been dared to do a strip tease for everyone, and in a vodka lemonade fueled moment of confidence she had given them quite the show. That memory played over and over in her head as the moments standing in the mirror stretched to hours in her mind.