"Those inconsiderate little bastards," Brittany Crawford muttered as the headlights on her Chevrolet Caprice illuminated the driveway of her home crammed full of cars. Her younger sister Nicole was having another party with those creepy friends of hers and now she'd have to park in the alley. She hated parking in the alley because old Mr. Leonard would always be afraid to pass her in his ancient Chrysler and come knocking on the door asking her to move.
She drove around to the alley, then carefully down and parked by a gate in the high board fence that enclosed the back yard. Removing her radio, she shouldered her back pack, locked the car, unlocked the gate, went in, relocked it and trudged across the frosty lawn to the back door.
Brittany could hear the discordant sound of Goth music playing at full volume on her father's sound system when she was halfway across the yard; it put her teeth on edge. He'd have a cow if he knew someone was touching 'his baby'. She was two years older than her sister and her friends, most of which had or were close to turning eighteen, yet she felt immeasurably older than them.
She unlocked the back door, entered, relocked it and put her backpack and radio on the bench in the mud room. Removing her boots and jacket she padded into the kitchen in her stocking feet basking in the warmth.
Looking around disgustedly at the empty pizza boxes, snack food bags, soda and beer cans and spilled food that littered the kitchen table and counters, she filled the tea kettle, lit a burner on the stove, placed the kettle upon it and began looking for some tea in an adjacent cabinet. Finding some, she took a teacup from the rack, a teaspoon from a drawer and the sugar bowl from the counter and carried them to the table nudging a clear space among all the debris.
Closing the kitchen door to block some of the noise from the family room, she sank gratefully into a kitchen chair, rested her elbows on the table, held her head in her hands and sighed. Between working all day at the Bargain Barn and attending classes at night at the local Community College, she returned home most nights bone tired.
For the millionth time she regretted her partying through high school and barely graduating at the bottom of her class. Her parents had envisioned her going to the state university since they were alumnus of said institution, but with her dismal academic record she was lucky to be accepted at the community college on academic probation.
Brittany sprang to the stove as the teakettle began to shriek hoping no one at the party heard the noise. In the mood she was in, she wanted no part of those pasty faced, gloomily dressed Goth friends of Nicole's. She prepared a cup of tea with her customary spoonful of sugar, sat down and sipped it thoughtfully. If she could maintain her high GPA for two more semesters, she would apply at state again and hopefully this time she'd be accepted. It would be great to live someplace new and not in her parent's house.
Her reverie was interrupted by the kitchen door banging open. Her sister Nicole barged into the room carrying an ice bucket, weaving slightly with a silly grin on her face. "Hi sis," she chirped, her speech slurred, "Come join the party." Brittany shook her head in annoyance; Dad had said no beer or liquor at any party in his house, yet here Nicole was, tipsy and, she feared, talkative.
"No thanks, Niki," She replied, "I'm beat. I'm gonna shower and go to bed."
"Aw c'mon sis, everybody wants ta see ya, ta see my sexy big sister," Nicole said, opening the refrigerator's freezer and removing a container of ice. She attempted to fill the ice bucket and spilled half the ice on the floor, the cubes skittering everywhere on the shiny vinyl. "Whoops, shorry," she said, hiccuped and then giggled, "I only had one beer, honest."
Muttering to herself, Brittany took a broom and dustpan from the closet and began picking up the errant ice cubes. Nicole collapsed into a kitchen chair and watched her sister with a vacant look on her face. She was dressed in what Brittany referred to as "Slut Goth" attire; white face makeup, black lipstick, heavy eye liner, black tank top, short black miniskirt, black fishnet stockings and black thigh high boots. Her naturally blonde hair was streaked with black and hung straight down her back to her waist. With her legs splayed apart, Brittany could see her black thong panties clearly and she wore no bra, allowing her firm breasts to move about under the thin material of her tank top, stiff nipples plainly visible.
"If Dad finds out you've been drinking in the house he's gonna have a fit," Brittany said, dropping the last of the ice cubes in the sink and putting the mop and dustpan back in the closet. "Your butt will be grounded until you graduate this summer."
"You aren't gonna tell'im are ya," Nicole said, frowning. "We're only havin' some fun, yanno."
"No, I'm not gonna tell him," Brittany replied, "But you and your wannabe Vampire friends better clean this place up and get rid of the evidence, 'cause I'm sure not gonna do it."
"Yeah, yeah, we'll clean it up," Nicole said, lurching to her feet, grabbing the half-filled ice bucket and wobbling out the door. Brittany sighed, sipped her tea which had grown cold and went to warm it in the microwave.
"Hi, Brit," said a voice behind her. She turned to see Niki's best friend Theresa standing in the doorway, "Can I have a drink of water?"
"Sure, Teri," Brittany replied, "Help yourself."
Teri was dressed similarly to Niki, except her stockings were patterned and her shiny black hair was cut in a stylish bob that framed her heart shaped white face. Her black lipstick and kohl rimmed grey eyes gave her the appearance of a demonic angel. The black tank top she wore was tight against her braless jutting breasts and her stiff nipples were clearly visible against the fabric.
Brittany saw Teri was walking unsteadily and was afraid she'd drop the glass into the sink. She filled it successfully, took a drink, turned around, leaned against the counter and grinned at the now seated older girl.
"You should come in and dance with me ... I mean us," she said happily.
"Thanks, Teri, but I'm very tired, some other time, maybe."
Teri frowned, "Aw, just one dance, c'mon. We'll dance slow, it'll be fun." She stood unsteadily before Brittany, took hold of her hand and attempted to pull her to her feet. Brittany resisted then thought 'Maybe if I dance with her she'll go back to the party and leave me alone'.
Brittany was surprised when Teri held her tight, took the lead and began to whirl them about the room, humming a tune Brittany didn't know. Teri's body was warm against her own, her rigid nipples poking Brittany's own generous breasts. As they danced, Teri rubbed her pelvis against Brittany and she was becoming aroused in spite of herself.
"Y'r very pretty, y'know that?" Teri said her breath hot on Brittany's neck.
"You're very pretty yourself, Teri," Brittany replied, her arm sliding lower on the girl's waist holding her tightly. She was enjoying this. The young girl's perfume was subtle and erotic and her hair smelled wonderful.
"Y'think I'm pretty?" Teri said happily. "You're so sweet to say that. I always thought you we're pretty even when I was a kid." She giggled, "I had the biggest crush on you then."
'Something's telling me she still does," Brittany thought wryly, then gasped as a wet tongue licked her earlobe. They continued to dance about, Teri humming and Brittany becoming more aroused by the second, her panties were damp and the feel of the girl's body was intoxicating. Teri was becoming excited as well; her nipples were rock hard rubbing against Brittany's stiffened peaks and her breathing had become shallow.
