Casey's Fall Ch. 05

"Twist my arm. I would so hate doing that…" Greg responded with wry smile and twinkling eyes to indicate that he would actually love doing it. "Consider it done."

"And… one other thing," Casey continued. "On Sunday I'll be doing the 'small group of friends' part at my house at lunch time. Would you also be available for that?"

"Yeah sure, I can definitely be there then for sure. I had something else on but I can blow that off no worries."

"That's great. Thank you so much, Greg."

"Wow! I'm really looking forward to this, Casey. You're turning out to be a really amazing girl and I barely know you yet. I'm really looking forward to spending time with you this weekend, even if you decide to back out and wear clothes."

"I won't back out," she laughed, knowing full well that she couldn't.

"Oh…" Greg began. "I better get your address. What time do you want me to come get you tonight?"

"Oh right. I'll text my address to you," she replied, and a moment later Greg's phone dinged.

"Well, if it's for dinner I like to eat early if I can," Casey continued, knowing she had to get him to drop her off back to her house before 8:30.

"I don't mind eating early," Greg assured her. "Would 6pm be ok?"

"Sure, sounds perfect," Casey replied. She was pleased it was all coming together so well, although not so pleased with the reasons she was making these plans.

They continued with some social chit chat for a while, when Casey realised she still needed a third person for Sunday. She checked the clock on the cafeteria's wall and then turned white as she realised she only had minutes to get to class! She'd been enjoying Greg's company too much and the conversation with him had taken longer than she expected, so she was now out of time. What was she going to do now?

As she bid Greg farewell, her mind was racing, wondering who she was going to ask and when, not to mention how. Her mouth was dry from having to explain it twice today already, and she had a head-start with those two. Someone new would need to be brought up to speed with the whole experimental nudist thing, and their reaction to that tested before she would be able to introduce the mission part that she needed them for. Oh well, she still had Saturday afternoon to find someone. Maybe Greg had a friend or sibling he could bring along? If all else failed, she could ask Amelia. She was bound to know someone who could be discreet. Maybe she would text her on Saturday when she got back from the shopping mission and ask her then? She went into class feeling reasonably assured it would be ok, but she was still worried, and she had enough to worry about already.

About 10 minutes into class, you-know-who texted again.

Vibrate.

"upskirt"

The teacher was talking out the front and everyone was watching him, so she had no trouble getting the deed done in her usual manner. She even remembered to double check the sender before texting the reply.

Vibrate.

"I see stubble. not good"

Casey damned her dark pubic hair and fair skin, but did he seriously expect her to re-shave it multiple times a day, and while on campus? She realised she would have to shave again before the webcam meeting now at least. It would probably be best to take care of it while she was getting ready for her date in case she was too late getting back after, and definitely tomorrow morning before Greg saw her naked when he came to collect her for the shopping mission. If she couldn't have a bush, she figured it was better to be completely smooth than let him see her all stubbly.

The rest of the day passed quickly until at last she was biking home. She remembered to check the letterbox and found an envelope addressed to her. Once again there was no sender information or even a stamp, which meant the blackmailer was a local and had delivered it personally, or it was dropped off by a courier or something. She wondered if it would be difficult or expensive to set up a security camera to watch the mailbox and porch. Perhaps she'd get a glimpse of what he looked like, which might lead her down the path to being able to do something to stop him? Or it might all backfire and all of the naked photos and videos he now had of her to would be sent to everyone at Tech, and her parents, not to mention sending all of the evidence he had against Jolene to the authorities. It was a big risk. Too big for now, but there had to be some way to put an end to all of this perverted filth he was making her do.

Her parents were still home when she arrived, but their suitcases were in the hallway, so they were set to leave, and right at that moment as it turned out. They both gave Casey a kiss good-bye and told her to be good and call them if there were any problems.

Casey waved them down the road and then quickly went back in to check the contents of the envelope. She opened it with a letter opener, which was a technique she learned from a TV crime drama to preserve evidence. Inside was just the fake registered nudist crescent tattoo as promised, and a $100 bill pinned to a shopping list which had the supermarket's address at the top. The list itself consisted of various fruit and vegetables and other general grocery items. Nothing special or extraordinary. Casey didn't realise it then, but the items on the list were carefully selected to make sure she had to go down every aisle in the store. She put the empty envelope into a clean zip lock bag and sealed it up just in case it could be used as evidence later.

Vibrate.

Oh crap! I forgot to take my phone off vibrate! Just as well I had it with me.

"Did you get the tattoo & shopping list?"

"Yes"

Ding.

"Just carry a small purse with you tomorrow & keep it in the cart. No large handbag or anything you can use to cover yourself."

Ding.

"Do you have driver for tomorrow?"

"Yes"

"Party on Sunday all organised?"

"Yes. I just need 1 more guest"

Ding.

"What time is the mission tomorrow?"

"1st thing in the morning"

Ding.

"What excuse did you tell your driver?"

Why does he care about that?

"I said I was thinking about becoming registered nudist"

Ding.

"Good idea. Next mission will be to ask your parents for permission to do that"

WTF? Is he serious?

"You want me to ask for permission to become a registered nudist??"

Ding.

"Yes"

Oh God! What if they say yes and I have to be nude forever even after this wretched blackmail thing blows over? He surely can't expect me to go through with that?

"Please. I'll do anything you want but please don't make me do that"

Ding.

"Get nude on the camera & tell me you want to do it. Make me believe it & maybe I'll change my mind"

Resigning herself to her fate for now, and hoping she'd find a way out of the nightmare very soon, with a sigh Casey did as he requested. She took off her clothes and turned the camera on, then gave a pretend squeal and happy dance saying "I'm going to ask my parents to become a registered nudist. I hope they say yes."

She shuddered at the thought of actually becoming a nudist full time. Asking her conservative parents to allow her to do something like that terrified her enough, but far more terrifying was the possibility they might say yes. What would she do then? She hoped her performance was convincing enough to let her off the hook as he promised. There was no way she could go through with doing that, no matter what the repercussions were. Or could she? After this weekend, plenty of people would have seen her naked, and her closest friends would believe she was considering it. It would hardly come as a surprise. One possible upside was that he then wouldn't be able to threaten her with sending nude pictures of her to everyone. However, there was still Mark's photo shoots, along with everything she'd done on the webcam. Those were about so much more than just being naked. They showed her to be slutty, shameful, wanton. Was becoming a nudist still a better option than having that stuff becoming public knowledge? The main problem, though, was the evidence he had of Jolene's drug dealing…

Dammit, he can make me do this, and he'll still have power over me afterwards! This could happen! Oh God, the thought of asking my parents for permission and then spending the rest of my life naked is absolutely mortifying but it's my only option. I know I couldn't live with myself if I refused to do it and Jolene ended up an indent or in jail, but could I live with myself being a nudist? My life here would be over. On the other hand, it's just a few months until graduation. While it's too late to change colleges or move to another town, it is just a couple of months. Maybe I can put up with being an object of ridicule for that long for Jolene's sake? After that maybe I can change my name and move to another town, or maybe emigrate to another country? Fucking hell! I'm completely cornered. I'd have to do it. Please, please, horrible man, tell me you're kidding!

Ding.

"I'm not impressed with your stubble. Make sure you fix that before the start of your nude weekend. Be nice and smooth at 8:30pm on the cam"

Fuck! He didn't say anything about letting me off the mission of asking my parents to register. Was he serious about that or not?

She checked the time on her phone. It was approaching 5 o'clock. Worrying about this would have to come later. Now it was time to get ready for her date. She hopped into the shower and re-shaved everything for the cam later, then did her hair and makeup and selected a pretty dress and a pair of comfortable pumps with sensible heels.

Shortly after she was finished, there was a burbling noise outside and she checked out the window to see Greg's car in her driveway.

"Hi, Casey. Are you ready? Obviously. You look smashing!" he greeted as he came to the door.

"Thanks, Greg. Yes, let's do this."

Casey got into the passenger seat, and then jumped when he started the engine again. It was really loud and vibrated through the whole car.

"This is an interesting car, Greg. What is it and how long have you had it? Sorry, I don't know much about cars."

"It's a 1978 Pontiac Firebird Trans Am. Dad and I salvaged her from a wrecking yard, and we spent most of last year fixing her up. It was a lot of work and a lot of money, but it was worth it."

"I've never been in a car like this. It sounds really powerful," Casey commented, hoping to impress him.

Greg suddenly gave the throttle a squeeze in response. Casey felt herself pressed back into her seat and was overwhelmed by the sound of the engine roaring and tyres scrambling for traction. Then just as suddenly he backed off again, throwing her weight forward against her seatbelt.

Casey was momentarily speechless.

"Holy fuck!" she eventually blurted.

Greg was grinning from ear to ear.

"So where are we going? Assuming we get there in one piece?" Casey asked as she fought to regain her senses.

Greg laughed out loud at that.

"You're in safe hands here, Babe. I'd never let anything happen to you. Um... your choice. I was thinking we'd go down the esplanade. There's a bunch to choose from down there. Burger joints, hot dogs, salad bars. We could grab some takeaway fish and chips and eat it on the beach if you like?"

"I choose that one," Casey replied. "Fish and chips on the beach sounds awesome!"

Greg offered to pay after they ordered, and then they waited in the queue for their number to be called. Before long they had a package wrapped in white paper along with two cokes and set off across the road to a small park with picnic tables on the waterfront. The sun was just setting over the water as they sat down, but the picnic area had plenty of lighting so they would be spared from complete darkness once it set.

"Are you excited about tomorrow? Still going through with it?" Greg asked as they were eating.

Casey still had a mouthful and almost choked as the thought of having to do that tomorrow brought her back to reality. She took a swig of her coke and swallowed.

"Um… yes, still going through with it. A little nervous I guess," Casey replied.

"It's ok if you decide not to do it, but if you do, I'll be there with you every step of the way."

"Um... thanks. Do you have Mrs Daly in anything? What a dragon!" Casey asked, changing the subject.

They talked about Tech and the various characters in it for some time, both enjoying each other's insights and company. Then Greg raised the subject again.

"So, what time do you want me to pick you up tomorrow?" he asked.

Oh God! I'm going to be naked in public tomorrow with him watching me! Think, Casey, think! How to make the best of a bad situation? Do it as early as possible when there's less people around, and to get it over with as quickly as possible…

"Oh um… I guess it opens around 8:30 and it'll probably be better to get in early before the rush. It's about a 60-minute drive. What's say around 7:30-8:00am or so?"

"No worries. Sounds good," he replied.

She glanced at her phone to check the time and was shocked to discover it was nearly 7:30pm already. She would need to get him to take her home very soon if she was going to make her webcam date with the blackmailer.

"Um… I don't suppose you'd mind taking me home? I'm having a great time, but I have some stuff I need to organise for tomorrow."

"Yeah sure. Do you want to get an ice cream or something first?"

Oh crap! What-do-I-say? What-do-I-say? What-do-I-say?

She would have loved to spend more time with Greg, but if they went for ice cream, she would almost certainly be late for the cam, and she didn't want to think what the consequences of that might be. Then an idea came to her.

"You know…" she started, nonchalantly looking at her fingernails as if checking if they needed a manicure, "the sooner I get home, the sooner my nude weekend starts…"

Hell, he's going to see me naked soon enough anyway. May as well get it over with so it's less awkward tomorrow.

Greg immediately stood up and held out his arm for her, and moments later they were back in his car, and he laid rubber as they left the parking spot. Casey laughed at his enthusiasm.

About ten minutes later they almost screeched to a stop in Casey's driveway. He stopped the engine and then ran around to her side, opened her door, and bowed to take her hand. She put her hand in his in return, as if she was a princess, and he gently pulled her to her feet. As they walked to the door, he clicked the remote lock for his car, and it answered with a chirp.

"Well now…" Casey began as she stood awkwardly in the hallway inside trying to stall. "Would you like a coffee or something?"

"I have an idea," Greg responded, sensing Casey's awkwardness. He then strode up to her, took her into his arms and gave her a long open-mouthed kiss.

Casey had kissed before, but it was nothing like this. It felt electric as he pulled her body close to his. All her senses were filled at once, and her knees suddenly felt weak. Instinctively she pushed her tongue into his mouth, and he returned with the same. After a few moments, she frantically kicked her pumps off, and in between kisses, caresses, and petting, she managed to blurt out "zipper".

Greg knew what that meant, and as their kisses continued to grow more heated, he reached behind her to find her dress's zipper and quickly lowered it down her back. She desperately worked her arms out of the sleeves, and as the dress loosened, it slid down her body and dropped to the floor around her bare feet. Next, she undid the catch at the front of her bra and slid it off her shoulders to join the dress in a puddle of clothes around her ankles. Without pausing to think about it, she bent over and pushed her panties down her hips and thighs. As they dropped past her calves, she lifted them up with one leg and kicked them across the room. Now completely naked in his arms, the kissing intensified. After all the times she had been completely exposed recently, this time felt like it had a purpose. She felt that familiar ache in her lower abdomen again, so she took his hand and led him up to her bedroom.

Once there, they both sat down on her bed and continued kissing. Greg gently pushed her back and made his way down to her neck and then her breasts, her heavy breathing causing them to rise and fall. He kissed and sucked gently at her nipples, before planting a series of kisses down her stomach. It felt to her like hundreds of tiny but pleasant electric shocks as his kisses moved steadily downwards. As his mouth slid over her smoothly shaven pubis, she found herself in pure ecstasy. She was powerless to stop him as he gently lifted her around and positioned himself between her legs. His mouth then worked its way lower until she felt him sucking at her labia. She felt a momentary twinge of alarm at that, wondering if he would be turned off by her anatomy, but it was immediately forgotten as waves of animalistic pleasure overtook her. His tongue worked from deep inside her pussy and then up to her clit, stopping in between to draw her lips into his mouth each time. The sensation proved to be too much, and she felt an intense orgasm rising. She grabbed his head and drew it deeper between her spread thighs, letting her screams of pleasure out into the world.

After her breathing calmed and her senses returned, she looked up to see him standing up and taking his clothes off. He was naked in front of her with an obvious erection. She was momentarily concerned that he might be too big for her, but it was quickly forgotten as he spread her knees wide and kneeled between them, positioning himself on top of her as they returned to their passionate kissing again. Casey briefly realised she could taste herself on his mouth and breath, but in her heightened state of arousal and anticipation it only excited her more. She could feel his stiff cock sliding back and forth over her long lips, and her wetness quickly coated the length of his erection. He lifted, and she reached down to guide the tip of his cock to her hole. Slowly it nudged between her labia, inch by inch deep inside her until it was pressed hard inside her. She realised her virginity was gone and moaned as she nibbled his earlobe. She had expected pain for her first time but there was none. Greg slid in and out of her two more times slowly before his pace began to increase until he was pistoning in and out of her with such speed and force that a clapping sound filled the room. Soon she was having another orgasm, and he climaxed deep inside her at the same time.

They were lying sleepily together later after their third time when Casey heard her phone ding from her bag downstairs. Her eyes immediately went big.

The cam! Oh fuck! I completely forgot the time! I was supposed to be on cam at 8:30 OH FUCK! I FORGOT TO TURN THE CAMERA OFF EARLIER! HE JUST SAW ME HAVE SEX!

She screamed inside her head as she noticed the red power light of the camera indicating it was on.

"Back in a minute," she gasped to Greg as she got up and ran downstairs. She was briefly aware that it felt strange to be running around naked in her parents' house. She could hear her naked feet padding on the tiles and felt breezes on parts of her body that weren't normally exposed to air. She also felt a wetness between her legs that she realised was Greg's semen. Luckily, she had been on birth control for some years to help with a cramping issue.

She almost dropped her phone in her haste to get it out of her bag.

"Thank you. That was much more than expected. Another one for your file. Looking forward to shopping video by sunset tomorrow"

Casey had to cover her mouth to prevent herself screaming out loud. He had seen the whole thing! She'd lost her cherry in front of a stranger! She wasn't sure if she felt like a victim or a porn star. Maybe a reluctant porn star, which is what she felt like she was becoming with Mark anyway, let alone all the other stuff she'd also done in front of the webcam. She recalled the previous night's webcam session where she was made to proudly show off her newly shaved pussy and stretch her labia out, and then masturbate spread out as wide as she could go, and she orgasmed! It would totally look like she was into it and not being blackmailed. The mention of a file made her heart stop as well, but of course he'd be doing that. Now he had even more on her, and the idea that he had just watched her lose her virginity and might send it to her fellow students and parents, filled her with revulsion and pants-wetting fear. Not just the act that she'd been recorded doing, but that now Greg was involved as well.