Faith smeared on the remainder of her lipstick as she tossed the slender silver tube into a nearby trash can. She sighed to herself, adjusting her hair in the mirror. She didn't even want to go to this party. Switching colleges her senior year had been extremely hard for her, and she wasn't so quick to make friends. The only girl who had befriended her was Amy. A drop dead gorgeous blonde who turned heads everywhere she went. Faith still didn't understand why Amy talked to her. Amy was head of a popular sorority and Faith was a nobody. Faith glared at herself in the mirror. She was always told how outrageous her body was.
She slid her hand down her curves. She chose to wear a sexy slim fitting dress for the party. The dress cupped her voluptuous breasts and fit snuggly against her body. Her perky nipples poked through the deep rich red fabric. Her jet black hair spilled down her shoulders and back in luscious full curls. One of the main reasons Faith feared this party was because Tyler Gates would be there. He was a sexy jock in their college football team. She wondered if he would notice her at all today in this revealing dress. Faith sat down on her bed and crossed her legs, still gazing into the mirror. She tried to decipher which position made her look sexier. She wanted to catch Tyler's eye at least once. Faith cooed softly, thinking about him.
She imagined what it would be like to be alone with him for only a few moments. She leaned back into the bed and slid her hand up her thigh. Her tiny hand slid underneath her dress as a moan escaped from her blood red lips. How she wanted to feel Tyler's powerful cock deep inside her. Just the image of him made her wet. His short black hair that rested perfectly atop his innocent face. His deep brown eyes. His slim and slender body. She slid her hand within her lacy panties and pressed the top of her finger against her clit. Moving it faster, she began to move her hips rhythmically to the speed of her fingers. She felt her clit grow more sensitive as she plunged two fingers into her wet box. She fucked her pussy with her fingers, feeling how wet she was. She closed her eyes, imaging Tyler's hard cock fucking her intensely.
"Yes." She cried out suddenly as she heard a horn hocking impatiently outside. Faith flew up from her bed, quickly composing herself, and ran to the window. Amy was waiting in the parking lot, honking the horn loudly. "Shit!" cried Faith as she ran to the mirror to adjust herself and make last minute touch ups.
"Where have you been hun?" asked Amy as Faith hopped in the car.
"Um...I was making a few minor adjustments." She fibbed. Amy was drop dead gorgeous. In fact, her simplistic name didn't suit her looks at all. She was anything but simple. Her long strawberry blonde hair was flipped over to one side and fell loosely around her shoulders. Her deep sea green eyes were always piercing and almost blinding if you stared directly at them. Her sensuous lips complimented her fucking perfect body and long and slim legs. She was wearing a see through tight fitting white dress that made her body curve in all the right places.
"Killer dress, Faith." Amy said as her tires screeched down the driveway and out towards the street. Amy sped around every corner as Faith held on to the door handle for dear life. "So, Tyler is going to be there." Amy chuckled. Faith rolled her eyes, still feeling her wet pussy press against her lacy panties. She shifted in her seat as Amy placed a hand on her thigh. "Thinking about him too much, aren't you?" Faith flicked her hand away and just shrugged her shoulders.
"I just don't want to seem too eager."
"Eager?!! Babe..it doesn't take that much to get into Tyler's pants." She laughed loudly. Faith turned her head and glared at Amy.
"Do you mean to tell me that you...you and Tyler...I mean...." She couldn't finish the sentence.
"Relax hun, he's an easy lay. I could get him for you if you wanted me to. It's not difficult." She watched Faith out of the corner of her eye, hoping she would be turned on by the idea.
"I'll think about it." Was all she could make out.
Amy found a spot closest to the frat house as they both smiled to the sound of blaring music.
"This party is going to be amazing!!" cried Amy, "Now I told all my friends you were coming with me, so I think that brings you one step closer into the in crowd." Faith started at Amy, still puzzled by her kindness.
"Why are you always being so nice to me?" she asked. Amy slid her finger down Faith's arm.
"Because I like you Faith. Now let's go." She cried running towards the house. Faith shrugged her shoulders, letting Amy's odd behavior go. If she was here, she might as well enjoy herself. The party was completely what she had expected. A room filled with raging drunks and lunatics. Amy led her through the crowd into what looked as if it was the living room. It was hard to tell from the massive amounts of people and liquor bottles all over the floor.
"Is this party great or what?" Amy shouted high atop the blaring music. Faith was shoved to a couch by a nearby boy who quickly apologized and ran off in the other direction. Faith glanced around for Amy, but she already appeared to be gone. She sighed as she began to stand up, but then she saw him. It was Tyler. She crashed back down in the couch, gazing at his fuckable body. He stood in the corner, with about 5 girls around him. His firm chest was pressing against the stretchy jet black fabric of his shirt. His muscular legs were hugged by khakis and fastened by a black belt. He ran his fingers through his black hair and smiled that smile that melted every girls hearts. Faith squirmed in her seat feeling how wet she was becoming just by looking at him. As he was talking to the girls, he suddenly seemed distracted by something. She saw him smile at the rest of the girls and then walk away, moving quickly down the hallway.
