It was getting late and Sarah was frantically trying on different outfits in her bedroom. She kept tossing clothes to the corner of the room and cursing not finding anything suitable.
She had been looking forwards to this night for weeks because she would be soon arriving at her best friend, Amy's house, for a Halloween party. Amy's parents were much more liberal than Sarah's and had said that boys could attend the event, but they had to go home by midnight and were not allowed alcohol or drugs.
Sarah had to find the perfect outfit because she would be competing for attention from other girls there, but she didn't want to appear as though she was desperate. She was 18 years old and proud of her C-cup breasts, although in some bras she thought that her breasts were slightly larger than a C. This meant though that finding an outfit was particularly difficult.
She tried on tops with plunging fronts, that if she were to move just a little too sharply, her nipples could be slightly exposed or even a whole breast. Yet, she didn't want to appear prudish.
Finally, after around an hour she decided upon a green flimsy top to match her short black skirt. Although the top was skimpy, Sarah decided not to wear a bra because it wasn't see-through and she knew that she would get the most attention when the boys noticed her breasts bouncing around under the material as she danced or moved around.
Her dad dropped her off at Amy's at 7pm and even though she thought that she was late, it turned out that she was one of the first to arrive. Amy answered the door herself and happily greeted Sarah,
"Hi, you look wonderful. I love your top." Sarah knew that this meant that Amy was jealous. Amy too had perfectly shaped breasts, but hers were a B-cup and Sarah could see that she was wearing a bra under her tight white T-shirt. On numerous occasions Sarah had told Amy not to wear a bra at a party because the boys would be unable to look away, but Amy was far too self-conscious despite being painfully beautiful. It wasn't that the girls were interested in each others breasts, but there were times when it was unavoidable not to take a glace at the competition (especially in the gym changing room).
"Are your parents in?" Sarah enquired, still stood on the doorstep.
"Oh, you just missed them. They're going to the movies and then for a meal so we're good to have fun until at least 11." Amy smiled and ushered Sarah in to her house where 2 people from her class were already sheepishly chatting amongst themselves.
Around 20 minutes passed until the doorbell rang again. Up until that point Amy had been desperately trying to get the party going and break the ice amongst the 4 people who had turned up. Amy ran to the door and welcomed in 2 people who Sarah had never seen before. She assumed that they went to a different college and were just friends of Amy.
One was a girl who had ignored the rule, which Sarah had adhered to, of not looking desperate by wearing an almost non-existent top that accentuated her ample breasts and a tiny skirt that rested high against her tanned thighs.
She was accompanied by an unbearably handsome boy who wore a top that showed off his toned stomach and large arms. Sarah hoped that the two new guests weren't a couple because she really liked what she saw in the athletic build of the boy.
Amy was clearly disappointed that only 5 people had shown up to her party, but she accepted that the date had clashed with some major sports event that was taking place in the town centre. It cheered her up to think that more people would have turned up if she hadn't arranged the party at a time when most people would want to watch the local football time in the state final.
Amy was determined that the night would not be ruined. After all it was not every weekend that her parents went out and let her have the house to herself for a night.
Amy spent time going around the room, offering snacks and small-talk.
"Don't you just hate Science class?" Sarah too was determined to make something out of the night and tried to get a conversation going with the group.
"Yeah, I can't stand it. I hate our teacher. Oh, my name's Andrew by the way and this is Claire my work-mate." Sarah was relieved to find out the name of the boy who had just arrived and overjoyed to discover that Claire, in her revealing outfit, was just a colleague and not a girlfriend.
"Our teacher is awful too." David was in the same class as Sarah and it wasn't like him to speak out in groups. Usually he was shy and quiet, but on this occasion he was quite open.
The group began to ease and talk openly about college, their part-time jobs and anything else that took their fancy. Only John remained quiet. Like David he was in the same classes at college as Amy and Sarah, yet he was even shyer than David.
The group just sat around talking aimlessly about anything and everything for about an hour.
Andrew sat himself near to David and John and they happily chatted about sports and Andrew's job at the mall with Claire.
"Me and Claire work at the new music shop at the mall...that's where we met Amy. She came in shopping and invited us both here." Andrew explained why exactly he was present at the poorly attended party whilst David and John listened.
Meanwhile Claire sat with Amy and Sarah talking quietly about which of the boys they fancied. All 3 of the girls were virgins except Claire had given her ex-boyfriend a handjob, so she thought of herself as the expert in the group.
"Andrew has the best body, but I wouldn't say no to David or John." Claire made her feelings known to the girls and they took turns to take sly glances at the boys and sum them up.
More time passed and Amy was worried that the two groups were not mingling. She had hoped for at least 50 people to turn up and now she just wanted for the boys and girls to sit together and maybe snog.
Eventually Claire spoke out to the group in a bid to liven things up a little,
"Everybody, why don't we play spin the bottle? I know it's a bit childish, but it could be fun." Claire's suggestion was met with nods of approval from the entire group who were thankful that they would be able to get a snog without the effort of small-talk and flirting.
"Come on everybody, sit in a circle. You all know the rules don't you?" Claire smiled and looked around the circle.
"Ermm, if the bottle points to you then you have to snog the person that the bottle points to on its next spin." John's version of the rules made Claire burst out laughing although nobody else seemed to understand what was so funny. John went red and went back to being quiet and shy.
"When I was younger I used to play that version, but now its strip spin the bottle. It'll be fun." Claire explained her intentions and nobody wanted to be the one who wussed out and said no so she continued with the new rules,
