Betty's besties

The glow of the fairy lights did little to soothe Betty’s spiraling thoughts. She sat curled on the couch, her knees tucked under her, her face pale despite the warmth of the room. The memory of the last hike—Brutus’s curious stare, the playful suggestion of him mounting her—clung to her like damp earth. Laura and Shannon sat across from her, their expressions a mix of concern and determination, sensing the storm brewing in their friend.

“Betts, talk to us,” Shannon said, her voice gentle but firm, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees. “You’ve been quiet since we got back. What’s going on?”

Betty’s fingers twisted in her sweatshirt, her voice barely above a whisper. “I… I don’t know if I can do this. The whole Brutus thing—it’s too much. What if it’s… wrong? Or dangerous? I mean, we were joking, right?”

Laura tilted her head, her braid slipping over her shoulder. “Were we? You seemed pretty excited about some action while out there. Getting cold feed now?”

Shannon threw Laura a scolding look about her choice of words, but went on to support her point: “We saw how you reacted. You can’t hide that.” She paused, her eyes softening. “But if you’re really scared, we stop. No questions asked.”

Laura nodded, reaching for her phone. “You remember the videos, right? The ones where you said this is all consensual?” She pulled up a clip, Betty’s face filling the screen, her voice clear as she held her ID and stated her trust in them. “This is you, saying you want us to push for your genuine self. It’s not our dark, dirty desire, little slut. We are just helping. Or do you need the thrill of a little blackmail now?”

“Laura!”, Shannon scolded her openly now, pushing the phone down with her arm.

Betty’s cheeks flushed, her eyes darting away. “I know, but… it’s different now. It’s real.”

Shannon slid closer, her hand resting on Betty’s knee. “Okay, let’s check something, honey.”

Before Betty could protest, Shannon’s fingers brushed between her legs, finding the undeniable slickness there. Betty gasped, her face burning, but she didn’t pull away.

Shannon’s voice was soft but pointed. “You’re soaked, Betts. Your body’s telling us you’re into this, even if your head’s freaking out.”

Betty buried her face in her hands, her voice muffled. “Okay, fine. I’m… excited. But it’s scary, too. What if it doesn’t work? Or what if Dave thinks we’re crazy?”

Laura leaned back, her smile reassuring. “Maybe it won’t work. None of us have done this before—it’s uncharted territory. And Dave? He seemed chill. He didn’t bat an eye at you crawling around naked. If he’s not game, we laugh it off and move on. But we think you should try it, just once. We’ll be there, before, during, and after. We’ll take care of you, pup.”

Betty took a deep breath, her shoulders relaxing slightly. The idea of pushing her boundaries, of surrendering to the humiliation and thrill, tugged at her. “Okay,” she said finally. “One time. But you guys have to promise to stop if I can’t handle it.”

“Promise,” Shannon said, squeezing her hand.

“Swear on my grandma’s cookie recipe,” Laura added, her grin easing the tension.

“Didn’t you complain about how your grandma couldn’t cook or bake?”, Shannon remembered loosely, but Laura’s grin just got wider.

Betty leaned in for a hug with Shannon and held in tight when she got it. Laura then embraced both of her besties for a good old group hug. That gave Betty’s mind a final peace about the issue. Now she was ready to delve into the adventure and see what treasure or havoc it would yield.

There was still a whole college week until the next occasion. The three friends went back to their daily business, much keener on staying in contact with each other as often as they could though. All of them were more restraint on extra activities than usual, even if it just meant just doing the same stuff on their own at home since it meant hanging out around their best friends. Laura and Shannon witnessed Betty having her nose deep in her books and running excessive written tasks for her classes. She had always been a keen learner. Meanwhile Laura distracted herself with intense internet “research”, or as others usually call it: binge watching, shorts scrolling, and consuming smut in videos, pictures, and occasionally a written story, ad, or discussion. Shannon felt quite herself in comforting her besties with self-made meals, snacks, cocktails, and just fondly catered to them. Here and there she just secretly watched them enjoy themselves in all kind of forms. But all of them also came together to tend to the accumulated gear, making sure it all was in clean and robust condition for their next adventure. They joked and giggled, teasing each other with the naughty scenes and details they have experienced together. When they had enough time, they watched movies, from a few kinky ones at least one of them didn’t know yet, over old classics they had viewed together a dozen times already, to selective porn one of them wanted to share, including some clips of Betty. From the start of college and the first weeks in their shared apartment, their relationship hadn’t received the same shared time investment as in former years, but now it was on an all-time high over that period.

Betty was quite happy how their friendship had renewed and deepened due to her sharing this new, kinky experience supported by her besties. She was glad of this kind of Golden age with Shannon and Laura, especially since she felt so much more balanced with these weekends, as intense as they were. Having had such a good experience opening up encouraged her to do it even more.

Betty slowly walked into the living room distracted by her phone. Shannon was studying recipes in a cook book on the couch while Laura was actually cooking.

“Want something, too, Betty? It’s rice with a pan of juicy surprises.”, Laura reacted to her entry.

“What?”, Betty looked up puzzled. It took her brain a while to process the audio intake. “Ah, yes, happily.” Laura kept her recipes simple. Actually, she nearly always improvised with just some ingredients simply thrown together. It always had been delicious unless she burnt something due to lack of attention.

“Any important news?”, Shannon attended Betty, more aware that something was occupying her mind.

Betty looked at Shannon, silent for a moment, considering her words. Then her neutral masked face fell and she looked seriously annoyed. “My mom’s bothering me to visit home again. For a weekend, of course. As if I hadn’t enough at my hands. How old does she think I am?!”, ranted Betty in a ringing tone.

Laura meanwhile put three plates on the table, filled with steaming rice and a tempting mix of three colors, big, fried pieces of onions, peppers, tomatoes, and a bright meat substitute in a gooey, dark, thick liquid. “Give me your phone and sit down.”, Laura commanded. After receiving it, she held it in both hands tipping with her fingers, then presented its screen to Shannon for her to check.

With a focused, kind voice Shannon read aloud:

“Dear mom, love and miss you. My heart goes out to you and Dad. Cuddle the cats for me. I haven’t told you how much college keeps me busy. My studies are going well but also keep me quite occupied. I found lots of friends, but also take my time to bond with Shannon and Laura, and organize our apartment and my whole life. I am in charge now, and I am taking full care. So don’t worry. On the other hand, that takes a lot of time at the moment. Let me call you if I need anything, please, but otherwise give me time to adapt to the new, full responsibilities. Tight hugs. Love. Your Betts.”

It took Shannon only a few moments to process her evaluation: “Good job, Laura. Sounds very good. Betts?”

Betty looked a bit shocked. That sounded like a kind but clear answer, firmly drawing a line her mother might respect. She inhaled deeply and breathed a few times, then nodded: “Thanks, guys.”

“Send.”, Laura stated the fact that she had pushed the button, getting ahead of any possible confirmation or objection from Betty. “Anything else while we are at it?”

Shannon gave Betty an encouraging look. “Well,”, she responded, “since you ask. There’s a guy in my math class, a Brian, kind of a loner. He takes a seat somewhere behind me if he can, which means almost every class. I think he is into me but he is totally not my type. I recently made the mistake to give in and give him my number when he asked me for the hundredth time. Now he texts me annoyingly. Like “Hi, how are you?”. And such meaningless non-sense. He doesn’t ever state what he actually wants. I’d block him but I cannot drop this math class. And he doesn’t have done anything wrong. Yet.” Betty was immediately relieved after this confession. She didn’t expect anything could be done about it, but she already felt it half of the problem compared to before sharing it with her besties.

Laura had looked up from Betty’s phone, listened, and now responded in half A.I. like fashion. “I’ll take care of it. But I need your security PIN.” Strangely enough, she was ready to enter it herself listening to her friend instead of handing her back the phone.

“What for?”, Betty asked with a soft voice, a bit overwhelmed.

Laura rushed her explanation without mumbling like an engineer in charge: “Just to remove the screen saver and other lock screens. Looks like you could use a few good examples on how to stand your ground on social contacts.”

Since she did rarely have to speak the number, Betty took longer to answer: “O, five, seven, two.” Her mind was following even slower than that. “I have my password passenger on my phone. The phone gives access to my mail, all messengers, social media accounts, even banking. Please be careful, Laura. I trust you, but should you lose it … If it gets into the wrong hands I’d be quite screwed for a while. I’d had to block everything, pay a lot of fees, and wait for substitutes. Besides, much would probably just be lost.” She wasn’t really that upset as she knew Laura as rationally quite reliable. She could count on Laura not being sloppy for any moment and not taking any chances when it came to serious things like these.

Laura was very busy going through menus, tapping the phone, wiping the screen in different directions. She always seemed the most talented of the three friends when it came to mechanics and technology. She could even answer Betty without slowing down any bit: “Don’t worry, Laura. I’ll restore the old password before I return your phone.”

After Betty had left the dinner for a relaxing bath, Laura, still busy with her friend’s phone, started a private chat with Shannon: “Do you want to know the new PIN, Shannon?”

Shannon was a bit surprised about the question: “To Laura’s phone? Nah, you take care of it so well. I am sure you conspire with me anyways about most things you do with it. You seem to have quite something in mind. You can tell me.”

“I think you better know. I doubt it but I could still make a bad move here or there.”, Laura took the invitation, leaning towards Shannon, still with the phone in charge of her hands, using it as a reminder, teleprompter, and task list. “I texted this Brian that I’ll send him a nude picture of me every week, expecting him to do a tribute on it and send a picture of that back to me. His end of the deal will be to leave me alone, keep his distance, and ignore me, at college, at home, anywhere. And I promise him possibly more in the future, but on my conditions what, when, and where. That should solve that problem.”

Shannon was a bit puzzled: “What’s a tribute? … You want to send him nudes of you, Laura!? I didn’t know …”

“Not of me.”, Laura corrected. “A tribute is cuming on a picture, kind of a compliment. Why should I get involved, besides, he is interested in Betty and would notice the difference, with chance at least over time.”

“So, you mean nudes of Betty then?!”, her blonde friend concluded.

“Yes, of course. Nothing with face. A shot of her naked bum, her tits, pussy, or her overall nude body from chin down. We can take it with the preparation of the session, on the walk, or when she is undressed afterwards. Not a big deal, right? You’ll have to help me remember that though.”

Shannon looked in silence before answering: “I suppose compared to everything going on, it’s fine. And it should really take good care of that problem. Good thinking, Laura! You are a genius.”

Laura pushed her playfully: “You have your talents, too, bestie.” Then a new message caught Laura’s attention. After reading it, she consulted her partner in crime again: “Here’s a message from a Carol. Seems to be another classmate of Betty. She invites her to a study group.” She paused, scanning more of the content. “Seems like Betty never approached her but just caught her attention as a potential member. Mmm, what do you think, Shannon?”

The answer was sharp and straight this time: “I don’t think Betty needs that, nor does it do her good at the moment. Doesn’t she already have enough at her hands, with her mother, and that Brian. And then what would those classmates think of our weekend sessions if they ever found out. And they would certainly want to know reasons why Betty isn’t available, or worse she had to rush to any of these badly scheduled learning sessions before or after. No no, I think Betty is way better off with us. We are her besties, so what else does she need.” Shannon looked quite upset about it, much different than about that Brian issue. “You know how to handle that for good, right, Laura?” She pushed for a resolution.

“No worries, Shannon. I got this”, assured her Laura while already typing a finalizing answer. “Besides, we should take some pictures of the forest and us for Betty’s social media accounts. Just that nobody worries. Nothing with our pup in, of course. What do you think?”

Shannon just nodded, still raging within about Carol. She couldn’t stand the thought that somebody might want to take away her Betts.

Two days later, Shannon handed Betty a new device, roughly looking like a toy phone. “Here, Betts, that’s another present for you from Laura and me.”

“What’s with my phone!?”, Betty interrogated her bestie.

“Laura still needs more time to deal with your mother. By the way, I hope that Brian hasn’t bothered you any further?”, Shannon replied.

Betty’s mood suddenly brightened. “Yeah, that’s right. He even doesn’t give me any creepy looks anymore. He is much more focused on the lessons now and sitting more to the front. Thanks a lot!”

“Our pleasure, Betts.”, Shannon happily received, pointing towards the new phone, explaining: “The top two rows of these colored buttons, anyone calls Laura. The lower two rows of colored buttons, you call me.”

Betty was a bit confused. She had never seen a device like this, big buttons in all simple colors, with symbols instead of numbers, like bananas, apples, a cow … The more she was surprised this was supposed to be functional.

“Go on, try it out.” And indeed, a push of the lower buttons made Shannon’s phone ring a few seconds later. “It also lets us know where exactly you are, Betts, just in case. So always take it with you. Told you we have your back, bestie.”, Shannon further explained with a big, overwhelmingly warm smile.

“… Thanks … I suppose.”, Betty stuttered but accepted the gift.

One more sleeping dog to share, Laura had divulged to Shannon that they could also silently listen to the phone anytime, even when it wasn’t used, and had access to its cameras. They agreed with each other that they shouldn’t restrict their support of Betty to just the walks and anything around that. Especially with the new adventure ahead of them and the recent experience how much these things could shake up her bestie, they were more than keen to give it all and go the extra mile, including helpful synergies between different aspects and a few personal benefits from these overall arrangements. Laura could now also pay related bills with Betty’s account, as long as it was clearly within her budget. That came with the consequence of having to deal with her best friend’s finances though. Laura proved to have no hesitance to take that on.