Her mind reeling over what she called her initiation, Monica slipped from Ryan's backyard into her house. Nobody was home. Her parents were barely ever around. Hard working and hard partying. Either or. She liked it that way. They trusted her. Fools!
Wasting no time she jumped in the shower to freshen up and got ready to join Ryan, and the Pizza pals. She located her micro bikini and swiftly put it on. Her body was pornstar quality. No unsightly weight. All flesh tight in her abs, legs, and ass. Her massive 34DDD breasts were struggling to be hidden under the bikini top.
The bottoms covered her pussy but that was all. It's spaghetti bands vanished up her butt cheeks crevice. Tied at both hips in a loose bow that she could untether with a pinch. Damned sexy she was.
Checking herself out in the mirror of her closet she decides to put her long brown hair up in a ponytail. This would give her stunning shoulders room to showcase their perfect stature.
Satisfied, she sprays a stunning perfume on that excited even her senses.
Getting dressed she wore the same clothes as earlier. Ryan's wishes. The only thing changed is her fringed ankle socks and black strapped shoes with a gentle heel. She adored Bobbi socks. So sexy on her.
Ready to go she had time to step outside into her backyard. She was caught off guard by Ryan's father Brock returning home from work. Construction his chosen career.
"Hi Brock." She spooks him slightly.
"Hey beautiful."
She skips over to his side, "Any luck on that Bar you're taking me too?"
"Actually, yes. Just not this Friday. Aiming for next Friday. That okay?"
"Yessss! Where?"
"Hunter's club about six miles out in the country. No cops out there much. Just a bunch of drunk Hunter's and locals. My buddy Hollister, "Holly" agreed to a striptease. After hours. 2 A.M.."
"Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" She jumps for joy then pauses, "What's the conditions?"
"Whatever happens happens. You're the one taking the risks. He told me I couldn't interfere in any way. So you're on your own."
"Should I be worried?"
"Safe to say you might get manhandled pretty good."
"Raped?"
"Always the chance. You don't have to do it." He repositions his lunch box under his arm.
"I have to. I can't give up. Proving to myself I can be an exhibitionist anywhere is a must."
"I'll bring condoms just in case." He fidgets.
Her face went expressionless, "Wow!"
Before anything more could be said Brock's son Ryan returned from his house and met them in the yard. He had a strained look on his face.
"Hey Dad."
Brock looks between he and Monica, "Don't you have to go to work?"
"On my way now. You still want that ride to Amanda's house?" Ryan thinks quickly making up a name.
"Yessss! Thank you. After a grueling day of classes I don't want the walk across town."
"See you late tonight Pop." Ryan steps past him.
"Bye Brock." She flutters her fingers at him mid twist on her heel.
Brock eyed Monica following behind his son like a lost puppy suddenly. As they disappeared around the garage he frowns. Something was up. He would interrogate them both another time.
"Hop in." Ryan nods at his car.
Monica scurried around to the passenger side and jumped in. Seat belt around her snugly she snaps a glance at Ryan.
"Do you think Janson found my thong on his windshield?"
Backing out of his drive into the alley he proceeded to reach the side street before replying.
"Found. Sniffed. Put it in his pocket. Janson's a weasel I doubt he says a word about it. The smeared windshield will stare at him all the way home though."
They laugh about it as Monica beamed, "I can't believe how much everyone encouraged me. Even the girls. I feel like a weights been lifted."
"Told you so. All it takes is making it look like the ultimate prank toward Janson. Now people will respect you."
"I never thought of that. My pictures been taken doing it. Video even. I hope nobody abuses them."
"You shouldn't care about that Miss Exhibitionist."
"True. I like the idea that guys can look at me any time they want." She dances in her seat.
"Worry about trouble when it shows up. Until then live life and make them lust."
"Easy for you to say." She grits her teeth playfully then sighs, "Okay, already! Thank you Ryan."
"For what?" He plays coy.
She smirks at him with a look of expectation, "You were pretty sexy today. You didn't let me back down. I guess I do have a few insecurities."
"Sexy, huh?" He grins.
"Don't push it. I'm not looking for a boyfriend."
"Good to hear. I only want a fuck buddy." He laughs, "I'm having as much fun as you are."
"I see a change in you since I asked you and the guys to push me. You were almost aggressive earlier. In a good way though."
"Sometimes that's what it takes. You learned something valuable though because of it. Right?"
"Yes." She peers out the passenger door window that was halfway rolled down.
Ryan nods as he eyes traffic, "Tell me what you learned."
"That as free spirited as I am inside I still let things get in my way."
"No longer. I'm calling you on that every time I see it. I intend to push you until you give up or give in. Choice is yours really. I don't own you like some slave. You wanted my help I gave it."
"The trouble is I'm more afraid of losing the ones I love over my urges to show off. My parents would be devastated."
"So give up the urges."
She laughs at herself looking at the floor mat below, "That won't happen. The teasing has me hooked."
"Your idea of teasing is always going to be extreme. You can't help yourself. It's just carrying it out that sucks you in. The endless possibilities. The glory of getting away with it. I see it in your eyes when men see you naked or touching yourself. You love to draw them in."
"It's my drug of choice. I refuse to stop."
"You can't deny that my dares have made you more ambitious. When you stripped down in Morrison's class that was the spark that fed the fire. In the Men's room you finished yourself. You lost your mind at the guys watching you."
"I remember it all. It was something I needed to do. Your dare only increased that desire to succeed."
"Stop lying to yourself Monica. You loved watching them all jerk off. Even when it was all over you."
She pouts slightly, "It wasn't as bad as I said earlier. You're right. It's just my fears of liking that kind of thing too much."
"We're almost at work. Before I go in I'm going to tell you something and I want it to sink in." He eyes her directly.
"Okay."
"I'm going to Dare you to do more of that kind of thing. If you really did like that you shouldn't resist it."
"Did I resist it that day?"
"No. But, you didn't seem too happy at first."
