repost from 🦋. Somno, dubious consent
you wake up on the morning of your birthday, barely. it's 11:45 and your girlfriend has to reheat the waffles and bacon she made you. she hands tou a present. "part one, maybe I should've given it to you yesterday." It's an alarm clock, cute enough, works with your decor the box emphasizes "Extra Loud, the Heavy Sleeper's alarm clock" and related annoying features. you give her a glare and say thanks, unsure what to expect after that.
In the evening. you come home to a little surprise party, your girlfriend and several friends, secret crushes mostly-you can't help but notice. gathered on and around your couch with a movie pulled up, steaming popcorn and other snacks on the table, with some presents and a cake in the next room. after some pleasantries you sit down and ask about tonight's special feature.
your girlfriend gives you a bigger than expected kiss, in front of everyone. and says it's a very special feature, her present for you. the lights get dimmed and everyone tucks in to watch. a light flicks on in the video, revealing your sleeping face. you don't remember ever being filmed in bed. The camera pans over your silhouette in the sheets. your girlfriend's free hand caresses your thigh, and then your head.
cut to another. the lighting slightly different, near dawn maybe? the angle, the gentle touch, a light squeeze of your barely covered breast this time. you blush and glance around, stealing looks at your friend's faces, they're more or less interested but strangely unsurprised. you look back to the tv. the same thing, the cuts are a little more frequent now, the sheets covering less each time. and then you notice. the hand on screen, running her thumb across and into your lips isn't hers. it's not your partner's.
Again you look to your friends, the lighting difference leaves you unsure of anything, until you unmeaningly meet eyes with your best friend, an unmistakable smirk across her face, and a gesture to the tv.
It's your girlfriend again, but the sheets are fully off, she bends down with the camera awkwardly showing part of your face and breasts, and a moment later is showing off the light bite marks she left on your inner thighs, How did you not notice this‽ She plays with you in such a familiar way, pinching your wetness between her fingers for the camera. you wonder if she knows you're wetter now. a glance at her heated expression tells you she does, that she is too. with a kiss on your head there is another cut.
your best friend's head is between your legs, her enthusiasm shocking once again, will nothing wake you? your girlfriend plays with your nipples with her off hand, before brushing the hair out of your friend's face. she smiles for the camera. cut.
another friend. another party attendant. her cock is hilt deep in your mouth. you snore a little, you hear her giggle from the other side of the couch. you can't bring yourself to move, eyes glued to the screen. Over the course of an hour you see every party member use you, the time stamps jumping around a little but mostly linear over the past year and some. you notice there are days your girlfriend has one guest over at midnight and another at 6, there are days your girlfriend isn't even filming. In bed beside you, giving that night's top a sleepy "oh hey Jen, have fun."
The movie pauses and your girlfriend says she's hungry. and asks if you're ready for cake. you wordlessly nod. you notice your best friend's hand in a mutual friend's pants. she licks her fingers before grabbing a plate.
[might write a part 2 on here for easier editing. and just to clarify, my intent, while not explicit, is that the pov fem had talked about boundaries and sexual interest and was open to everything that happens, but hadn't been aware of or explicitly consented to any of it. do with that what you will but its fiction. ]
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