When I had first moved in with my best friends that summer, I thought that life couldn't get any better. It had been me, my best friends Justin, Matt, Samantha and Cheyenne. We moved into a very cool duplex, with floor to ceiling mirrors built into the walls and a cool little yellow and orange wallpaper on the ceiling, and a fireplace in every other room. It was very retro, and very us.
We had been living there for about 4 months when this crazy night approached. We had had some crazy parties before, but this one was ridiculous. There was a slip and slide in the kitchen, an endless supply of boos and guys, and even girls for that matter, and I had my pick of literally anyone that night. I was bored though. I was pretty drunk, but extremely horny and I desperately wanted someone to hook up with. It had been a pretty dry summer, and I could definitely use some excitement. With that thought, I went to the bathroom. There were a few tricks I had known to use in order to seduce someone properly. I let my long blonde hair that was being held in a pony tail fall to my shoulders. I ran my fingers through it and gave it some extra volume for a more sultry look. Next was my outfit. I had on a black lacy tank top under a white cotton shirt. My bra was hot pink and had lace around the outer area. It was very sexy and it needed to be shown off. I took off my white shirt and pulled down my tank top, letting my bra peek out against the top. My boobs looked amazing and i knew it. The only problem was my pants. I don't know what I was thinking but I had worn jeans. Being the most persistent I had ever been towards getting laid, I slipped them off. My underwear were pink lace that matched my bra, and see threw. The framed my ass, riding up it like a thong, but they were much more sexy and intriguing. Now I was perfect.
My bedroom was right next to the bedroom, so I threw my clothes in there and made my appearance. "Damn!" said my guy roommates. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Cheyenne watching me. I knew she was a lesbian in high school, but recently she had been very into guys again. I had a feeling she was going to hit on me, and I was prepared. I had seen her naked body before and she was perfect. I had thought about her a couple of times when I had been ate out by my ex-boyfriend, and I had closed my eyes and pretended it was her. She was kind of like my dream girl.
"DAMN! What are you WEARING!?" asked some girl. I had only met her one other time. I knew three things about her, that her name was Brandy, she had the biggest breasts I had ever seen and she was a stripper. "Don't you guys know? This is a panty party!" I said. And with that, Brandy had screamed with delight, went up on the table and started to strip. Guys crowded around to watch her and all of them cheered with each piece unveiled. I smiled and walked past the scene she was creating, towards Cheyenne.
"A panty party? HAHA, you are so bad. Not amusing enough for you, huh?" she said with a little wink. "Nope, not quite. I'm so fucking tired of all of these guys. It's like this town is going through a drought." I said.
"So, those are really cute, did you get them at Victoria Secret?" she said, pointing to my lacy boy-shorts.
"Yeah! Do you like them?" I said.
"Yeah, I have some like those in yellow! I love them. They make your ass look amazing" She said.
"Well, everyone else is stripping down. You might as well, too!"