Sierra slipped on her white sundress. She bent over to make sure it was long enough. It barely covered her ass cheeks. "Perfect!"' she thought. She wanted to look innocent, but sexy today.
Sierra has been 18 for just over a month. She was barely 5 foot tall with a nice bubble butt and C cup breasts. Her long blonde hair was braided, hanging to just above her waist. She put mascara on to highlight her bright green eyes. Then left her room to see if her ride was there.
As she walked down the hall she was anxious. She turned around and went back to her room. She slipped off her white, cotton bikini briefs. She reached deep in her drawer and pulled out a snow white pair of thong panties. She slipped them on. She'd bought them 6 months earlier, but had never worn them. She felt so sexy. She put her sandals back on as she left the room again.
Just as she reached the front door her ride was pulling up. Sierra was heading to a party for her graduating class. The location was at a lake house owned by one of her classmate's family. Her neighbor Pam was driving them. Sierra hopped in Pam's car and they were off.
"So, is Bobby meeting you there?"' Sierra asked Pam.
"Yeah. He's probably there already. I hope he doesn't drink too much. Sex with him sucks when he's drunk! Oh sorry. TMI!"
"Please. How many nights have you and Bobby done it on the floor of my room? The closest I've come to getting laid is watching him on top of you!"
Sierra was still a Virgin. Her sexual history was limited to be 18. 4 boys had put their hands in her pants. Awkwardly feeling around her pussy. 2 got a finger inside her, but it didn't feel good. She'd given John Lloyd a blow job on prom night in April and a hand job to Kris Chambers in his car after a football game last fall. Besides those episodes, her only experience was masturbating with her fingers. She did that a lot lately.
Sierra wanted to lose her virginity. She had a reputation as the girl that never put out. Guys had stopped trying for the most part. She hoped her sun dress and thong would make it appear she was ready.
Pam and Sierra laughed all the way to the party. They had been best friends since before kindergarten. They had so many memories. Pam knew she was a virgin, but had no idea her friend was so eager to get laid.
They got to the party. As expected, most of the guys were already drinking heavy. The crowd was split off into its cliques with a few couples making out down by the lake.
"Great. He's already drunk!"' Pam shouted.
"Sorry, Pam. Maybe he'll sober up."
"Hello, girls! Glad you made it!", spoke Mr. Howell. This was his house. His daughter, Tina, was class President. He was close friends with Sierra's mom. So close she wondered if they had sex more than once.
"Hi, Mr. Howell. Thank you for having the party. I love this house.", Sierra replied.
"Sierra, call me Rick! This Mr. Howell stuff needs to end! Ok."
"Ok, Rick."
"That's better. Have fun. If you need anything I'll be in my man cave. I'll be out to check on things every hour or so. Pam, I need your keys. If your sober when you leave I'll give them back."
"Yes, sir. Here ya go."
The girls found Bobby. He and Pam immediately went off to argue about his drinking. Sierra wandered from group to group. Trying to be as flirty as possible.
She walked up to a group of 4 guys. All jocks. They talked, she laughed at their jokes, trying to get their attention. When the conversation stalled out she decided to move on. As she walked away she heard one of them say, "Fucking tease. Dress like that and we all know she's not putting out!"
Sierra was crushed. She'd been so adamant about staying a virgin that she was branded. Guys weren't going to waist their time on her tonight knowing every other girl there was going to put out during the last ever party for their class.
Sierra walked around the property. The sun was setting. It was so beautiful. As the sun went down, the mosquitoes came out. After several bites, Sierra headed back to the house. She saw Mr. Howell making his hourly check up and caught up to him.
"Uh. Rick. Do you have any insect repellent? I'm getting ate up!"
He looked at her. "Yeah, in that dress they have plenty of areas to bite!" He blushed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that inappropriate, Sierra! Just an old man's way of being funny. Come up to the house. I'll get you some."
Sierra followed him. He was about 50. Thin, in good shape. Lots of gray hair mixed with his brown. She'd seen him play basketball with his shirt off and knew he looked great under his flannel shirt. Sierra caught herself thinking about his ass. Then suddenly felt gross. He was older than her mom and probably had laid her mom. She shook her head. Chastising herself mentally for it. He bent over to pick up an empty beer can. "Damn. He does have a nice ass!", she said to herself.
Rick through the trash he'd gathered in the garbage can. "Come around here. I have some stuff in my fishing tackle that'll keep the bugs away."
They walked inside the room Rick called his man cave. The wall to the left was lined with 3 gun cabinets made of dark, shiny wood and a huge fishing rod holder that held dozens of rods. Over top were mounted deer and fish, plus pictures of his adventures. The right wall had a large, leather couch near the door. Beside it was a computer desk, a small bar area, and then a refrigerator. There were small windows up high to let sun in. A large recliner was in the middle of the room facing a fireplace, television, and cabinets along the back wall.
"Come on in. Let me find it."
Rick pulled out a 5 gallon bucket from a cabinet, took the lid off, and searched for his insect repellent.
"Here it is. This is good stuff. Just put a little here and there. Rub it in good. It'll keep them away."
He handed her a tube with a lid on it. She unscrewed the lid, squeezed the tube, and nothing came out. She rolled it up. Still nothing cane out.
"Rick, I think it's empty."
"Oh no. That's my last tube. I can run to the store and get some off for you!"
"No. Don't do that. I think I'll call mom to come get me anyway. It's getting late."
"Sierra its only 8:30. It's not late. What's wrong? Was someone rude to you?"
"No. It's not that. It's me."
"Why don't I get you a pair of Tina's jeans and a hoody. It'll keep you covered."
"Well. I don't know."