**All characters over 18**
I wasn't sure why I was at the party. I am more of a stoner than a drinker, and I was clearly the only one around who fit that category. The music was throbbing, loud, and the house was littered with spilled drinks and dixie cups amongst other miscellaneous garbage.
I carried my cup of coke to the door, and carefully walked around the patio where a number of people were dancing, sitting beside the pool on the other side of them.
Bored, I began to watch the dancers. I saw my friend Warrick, who'd invited me, dancing with his girlfriend. There were a number of couples dancing near them, along with a number of sexy girls dancing with each other or the odd alpha male who'd jump in to test the waters.
My eyes caught on a girl who, like most people here, I didn't know. She was dancing with three other girls who I presumed were her friends. She had a captivating figure with modest but shapely breasts, a thin waist and a booming ass which had me sold in an instant. She wore a tight black dress which had thin shoulder-straps and an open back, the bottom coming down to just beneath the curve of her ass. Her skin was tanned dark, and her long dark, curling hair, was held up loosely, with some strands hanging over her shoulder.
She saw me watching and looked away, quickly, smirking. I wasn't sure if I was imagining it, but I felt like she turned slightly to give me a better view of her ass as she danced. I saw her say something and her friends all looked over, so I looked away hastily.
We played a game for a while, she and I, catching each other casting glances until her and another girl from the group wandered off.
I looked down into my cup before swallowing the last gulp, deciding to go get something else to drink.
Walking into the house, through the living room and into the kitchen I saw the two of them coming down the stairs in the lounge room, I guess from the bathroom. As I opened the fridge and evaluated my options, they came in, giggling, and went to get cups from the counter-top. I got out the same bottle of coke and carried it to where I'd left my cup on the counter.
Looking over, I caught the girls staring at me and they burst out laughing.
"My friend wants to know if you have a girlfriend," said the pretty girl in the black dress.
Her friend was not as skinny, but looked sexy, very busty, with similar tan skin and dark hair.
"Wh-Uh-N-no," I replied, far less smoothly than I would have liked, taken aback by the question.
The two girls were giggling again, but they were both looking at me still.
"Well, in that case, my friend would like to know if you like naughty girls," continued the first girl.
More prepared this time, and slightly more composed, "yeah..."
