You stare in amazement at the pictures Ellen shows you. The first one seems to come from earlier in the night: Ellen is front and center, smiling bashfully into the camera as she lifts her cheerleader sweater and displays her naked breasts for the camera. Over one shoulder, Maria is captured in the middle of a shocked laugh with someone off camera. Over the other, a frat boy type in a backwards baseball cap glances interestedly over Ellen's shoulder at her breasts.
You feel yourself turn red. You've never seen much more than a little cleavage from your old friend. Her breasts and large and round, just as wonderful as you imagined. You can't help but smile with delight. You look up at her, but her eyes are concealed behind a lock of blonde hair which has fallen in front of her face.
You flip to the second photograph. Now Ellen is up on stage, flashing her breasts for the entire crowd at the bar. This picture is taken from her left side, and below, on the dancefloor. Ellen leans back slightly, her mouth open in what appears to be mid scream. The crowd is frozen in mid cheer, and plenty of flashbulbs can be seen going off. There's got to be at least a dozen photos of this moment out there.
You blink, feeling you're starting to sweat. You flip to the next picture. This picture captures Ellen and Maria surrounded by a few big, muscular guys. It must be from later in the night, since the girls' hair is a little messier and the rosy oblivion of drunkenness is evident on their faces. What is especially interesting is that both girls are now without their sweaters, and are wearing only their cheerleading skirts and high socks. Ellen is cuddled up against a black man with an athletic build; he holds her waist loosely, while her right hand rests against his crotch. She smirks defiantly at the camera. Maria has one arm around a black guy and a white guy, and each cups one breast with a smile.
"Oh wow," you whisper.
"It was hot in there in those sweaters," Ellen replies neutrally, her blue eyes flashing. She bites her lip nervously as you flip to the last picture...
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