Chloe looked back at the naked boy standing behind her. Seeing the familiar visage of her best friend, Noah, should have been a comfort. Instead, it only made Chloe’s heart break harder.
Noah saw her staring. His face a mask of sadness and remorse. He reached down and touched Chloe’s bare flank, lightly stroking her naked side. He was clearly trying to be calming, caring, but all it did was remind Chloe of the situation they were both stuck in.
Chloe was very aware of the fact that she was very much naked. The position she was in made her exposure seem even worse. There was no modesty here. She couldn’t cover herself up — her hands were bound to a long metal pole horizontally in front of her. There wasn’t any rope or metal bindings holding her there, but she could barely move her hands, regardless. Like they were held down by some invisible force.
Her elbows rested on a metal table that ran parallel to the bar. The rest of her body was free, not that she could move it at all. She was bent over at the waist, her bare backside sticking out. Her breasts hung helplessly under her.
It wasn’t just the physical nudity that left Chloe feeling so vulnerable. Chloe thought she looked OK — she was broad shouldered and short with a bit of weight on her tummy. Her dark brown hair was cut short, above her shoulders. She’d been told she had a pretty face enough times that she was pretty sure she believed it. Her breasts were a little larger than a handful with light brown nipples. Her butt was mostly nonexistent. She didn’t hate herself, which, for a girl her age, was quite the accomplishment.
But the deeper, crueler, mental and emotional exposure was what truly tortured her. After all, Chloe wasn’t just naked, propped up and presented, on her own. No, her best friend was standing in the stall with her, just as stark. And all around them were another sixty or so people — their friends and classmates — all forced into the same position.
Already, Chloe could here the slick sounds of sex fill the air. The lurid moans and lustful groans. She could see them, too. The couples on either side of her stall. The girl across from her, staring her right in the eyes — Riley, a skinny, shy, blonde girl who hadn’t said more than two words in the four years Chloe had known her — mirrored in the same position as Chloe, her face already a rictus of pleasure.
Chloe saw the cute blonde and she ached. Not with regret or shame. But with desire. Not for the girl, but for that same experience. She tried to force it down, but she couldn’t. The aliens had told them they’d been drugged. Chloe had a lot of suspicions about everything they had said (even their existence as aliens), but she didn’t doubt that part.
Chloe was hyperaware of her own biology. As if she could count every blood cell in her veins, racing and pumping. Her pussy ached in a way she’d never experienced before. More than an itch or a slight need. More like a raging conflagration.
Again, she looked back at Noah. He was still watching her empathetically, but Chloe could tell he was slowly losing control to his lust, as well. It seemed Noah couldn’t stand still. He just kept pacing back and forth like a starving tiger. And Chloe had no doubt what he was hungry for.
It was strange seeing her friend completely naked. They were so close, shared everything, but his bare body was a completely new experience. Noah was thin, but not skeletal. Lithe but not overly muscular. Again, Chloe was hit by the toxic mix of complete familiarity and utter unknown.
Chloe had been friends with Noah ever since he transferred in their freshman year. She remembered, vividly, him coming into their English class first period. He was tall and skinny, with dark hair that hung rakishly over his even darker eyes. But it was the way he smiled at the class, like he didn’t have a care in the world, that she remembered most. A normal kid would have been nervous as hell on a day like that. Not Noah, though. He was excited for a new adventure.
Chloe made a point of being paired with him in Chemistry as her lab partner. She was so taken by his confidence. It turned out that Noah was a great guy. He was funny, smart, and they both liked a lot of the same things. In a way, their friendship felt foreordained. Chloe couldn’t imagine it ever being any different.
But despite what her friends (and their families, and the teachers, and the majority of the mainstream media) had all insisted, Chloe had never had even the slightest romantic thought about Noah. He was handsome (Chloe could concede that). He made her laugh, and they enjoyed each other’s company immensely. But in the end, they had a closeness that Chloe couldn’t imagine ever sharing with a boyfriend. I know him too well, she would say. And Chloe knew that Noah felt the same way. They were best friends, but nothing more.
And now none of that mattered. They might as well have been strangers. In fact, Chloe thought, that might have made all of this so much easier.
Noah reached out and touched Chloe’s side again. He said her name, like trying to wake her from a deep sleep. Chloe didn’t know how long she’d been lost in her own mind. She’d been trying to shut it all out, she realized. The aching need of her own body. The driving desire of everything going on around her.
Even Noah himself. Despite the deliberate nature of his touch, Chloe could see her best friend’s body trembling as he tried to hold in his own, desperate urges. He was completely naked, and Chloe had to concede he looked really good. His dick stuck outward, long and thin, and Chloe had to suppress a giggle. Not because there was anything wrong with his cock, it was quite nice, actually. But it was so strange to be seeing it. Noah’s penis. How weird was that?
“Are you OK?” Noah asked her, his voice surprisingly steady.
Chloe bit off her smart response. OK? She was trussed up and presented for breeding like an animal. The fact that she was there with her best friend made it all so much worse. But, at the same time, maybe also a bit better? God, she was a mess.
She and Noah had shared everything together. When she had her first kiss, she texted him right after. When his first girlfriend dumped him, he cried on her shoulder. They knew every intricate intimacy of each other, despite never sharing the act, itself.
Chloe ran through all the horrible alternate possibilities. Paired with one of the teachers would have been gross. Matched to an ex-boyfriend would be awkward. Grouped with one of the jocks, egotistical and cruel, well that would have been awful.
But stuck in the stall with Noah was equally awkward in an opposite way. To be forced to fuck someone so close, to carry their baby… For a moment, Chloe’s mind went to her friend, Liv, currently caged with her own brother, Ollie a few stalls over. OK, compared to them, Chloe and Noah had it easy.
Chloe forced herself to focus. She could barely process her own predicament, let alone everyone else’s.