Becca decided to throw caution to the wind. With only two weeks left in school, social consequences were no longer obstacles. She didn't want to start college without having been kissed, so she decided to make it happen.
If you saw a picture of Becca, you would be surprised she wasn't popular with the boys. She was a cute 18-year-old half-Japanese/half-white girl with a nice figure. Her dark hair and light eyes gave her an air of mystery. The dimples she flashed whenever she smiled could melt steel beams.
A picture wouldn't tell you she hasn't looked that way for long. She was a late bloomer. In the last year, she grew four inches. Her chubby figure slimmed down and revealed womanly curves. Her skin cleared up.
The final step in her transformation was a glow-up engineered by her older sister and her beauty school friends. Her sister had been offering for years, but Becca always declined. She feared that if she did get a makeover and was still unattractive, there would be no hope for her. By putting it off, she could tell herself she was just a makeover away from getting the attention she wanted.
Now, with so little time left in school, she had nothing left to lose. Her sister cut and styled her hair. Her long, raven hair was styled with a deep side part, where a single large curl would fall over one eye, creating a "peek-a-boo" effect, like a Japanese Veronica Lake.
Her sister's friends showed her how to do her makeup. After they were done, she barely recognized herself in the mirror. Her eyes were heavy with eyeliner and a cat eye effect. Her blush was a subtle peach color. Her lips shined with pink lip gloss. She has gone from mousy bookworm to knockout.
The last step was fashion. She had worked part-time for the past four years. With no social life, she saved quite a bit. She bought the types of clothes she never could pull off before: short shirts, midriffs, and other "preppy" clothes. The most important purchase was a Bodycon One Shoulder Sequins Semiformal Dress in pale pink. It hugged her curves, highlighting her figure. She was going to wear this to Amber Guo's end-of-the-year party.
This party was going to be her personal D-Day, an all-out assault on her social bucket list. Her prime objective was her first kiss. She couldn't go to college, having never been kissed. She also hoped to make it across second and maybe even third base. She considered her virginity a stretch goal. Starting a summer fling would be perfect.
Amber Guo's party was an epic special event. Her mom and dad were partners at the area's largest law firm. Their house was huge and decked out with a pool, a fire pit, and numerous rooms large enough to function as dance floors. In addition to the top social strata of their high school, the party attracted the attendance of Amber's older brothers' friends, most of whom were home from college. Amber's brothers were college basketball stars for the state university. They were nicknamed the Twin Towers because they were identical twins and 6'8''. They alone upped the cool level of the party a few notches.
Becca got invited because she had carried Amber academically as her AP Biology lab partner. They got along and were friendly, but neither would consider each other friends. They did have a kinship as the only Asian girls in their grade. Amber happily extended the invitation after Becca's makeover.
Becca prepared for the party like any other lifelong nerd would. She studied. She binge-watched the shows kids at her school like. She watched the most recent Marvel movies. She learned some TikTok dances. She wanted to be prepared for any potential topic outside her wheelhouse of anime, manga, hentai, and sci-fi novels.
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The night before the party, Becca could barely sleep. She dreamed about how the night could go. What type of handsome boy would give her her first kiss? Would it be Blake, the school president with wavy brown hair, who would charm her? Could it be Curt, the captain of three separate teams, who swept her off her feet? Would one of the boys who played offensive line for the football team be manhandling her? Would a basketball player give her a hand necklace?
She spent so much time fantasizing she had to take care of her needs twice during the day. Luckily, she had quite a collection of vibrators, dildos, and a rarely used butt plug that had gotten her through her barren high school years.
She spent extra time on her hair and makeup, getting it just perfect. She put on her dress and studied herself in the mirror. Her hair and makeup gave her the aura of old Hollywood glamour. She would have fit in on a red carpet between Rita Hayworth and Lauren Bacall.
The light pink sequined dress was made of stretchy material that hugged her curves, highlighting her C-cup breasts. It only had one shoulder, so she wore a new strapless bra, which only gave a bare minimum of support. She paired that with a pair of lacy pink thong panties that closely matched her dress color and didn't cause panty lines. She finished off the look with a pair of metallic pumps.
Her dress was contemporary and stylish. Paired with her hair and makeup, she was an eye-catching blend of modern and classic beauty.
"You look gorgeous, honey. You'll be the belle of the ball," said her dad.
"Thanks, Dad."
"Now, I want you to be careful tonight. A lot of these boys won't have the purest of intentions."
"Join the club," she thought to herself.
"A lot of them are just interested in getting in a girl's pants and will say whatever you want to hear to do so."
"Note to self: say whatever they want to hear," she thought.
"They'll also try to get you drunk, so you're less inhibited."
"Ply them with alcohol to remove their inhibitions. Dad, this is gold," she noted internally.
"Also, watch your drink. Some dirtbags try to drug girls."
"That might be a bit too far. We'll call that plan B"
"And if any point anything feels off, just text me, and I will be there in minutes."
"Thank you, Dad," she said out loud. She loved that he worried about her. He had become overprotective of her and her sister since their mother died seven years ago. But tonight, he didn't need to worry; she was closer to the predator than the prey.
"I wish your mother was still with us to see what a beautiful woman you are growing up to be," he said, getting a little choked up.
"Me too, Dad," she said, holding his hand supportively. Times like this were when she missed her mom the most. Her mom, Mai, was the most beautiful, graceful, and charming person she ever knew. Losing her right when she entered the phase of life where a girl should learn those traits certainly made things difficult.
But she couldn't let herself indulge in thoughts about her mom right now. She was on a mission. As she drove to the party, she rehearsed the opening lines she had planned based on her research of popular trends.
When she arrived, the party was in full swing. It was everything she dreamed a party should be: kids in swimsuits by the pool and hot tub, inside kids playing drinking games and dancing, and most importantly, six bedrooms, according to the Zillow listing.
"Destiny had seen fit to lay a golden opportunity at my feet; I intend to take it... Or um... Pick it up? I don't know, do whatever it is you do with golden opportunities lain at your feet by metaphysical concepts," she thought to herself.
