"I really don't like Parties, Crystal!" I exclaimed. How could I have let her talk me into this?
She just giggled, "I know, silly!" Giving me that pretty smile full of gleaming white teeth, it was simply impossible to say no. "But you promised, Sidney. You know I love these things, come on" she gave me a mock pout, which I knew was a fake; I could see it in her eyes. "You're not going to go back on your word are you?"
"I think you know me better than that." For one reason or another I just felt that I had to defend myself. I really did HATE parties, but she liked them and I'd do almost anything for her, even attend a stupid party.
"Yeah, a lot better" she giggled and gave me a wink as she hopped over the back of the couch and straddled me, laying down onto of me so her face was right in mine. "So, get up Sidney. You can't go dressed like this." Kissing me she climbed off and pulled me to my feet.
"I think I look fine!" I protested.
"Yeah, honey, I know you doโฆ" she shook her head and laughed. "Come on" she said as she pulled me down the hall and into her bedroom. Looking at the bed I wondered if she would just forget about going to this party and hop into the bed with me. I could think of a lot of things I would rather be doing than going to some stupid party. I think she caught me looking at the bed because she tossed a white tank top at me and said, "Don't even think it, Sid. You're not getting off that easily."
I smiled and she rolled her eyes as if she had caught what she'd said. "Not what I meant" she said. Her voice sounded muffled and far away, which made me look toward the closet. She was bent down going through the thousands of skirts she owned trying to find one she thought I should wear; the bottom of her round little ass showing just below the bottom of her short shorts. Tempting, it was very tempting.
Meanwhile, I looked at the shirt she'd given me. "I am not wearing this" I shook my head and tossed it back to her, it hit her just as she was coming out of the wide open closet with a small black leather skirt.
"Yes you are, and you're wearing it with this skirt." She handed me both articles of clothing and pushed me out the door. "Go get dressed. I'll meet you in the living room in 15 minutes" when I just stood looking at her she raised an eyebrow and pursed her lips, "hurry, we're gonna be late!"
"Can't I just change here?" I asked, giving her a wink.
"No way," she said, shaking her head. "If I let you get naked in here we may never leave for the party."
"That's the point," I explained. She just stuck her tongue out at me and shut the door. Turning for my bedroom I looked over the clothing she had given me. It wasn't something I'd usually wear but we were going to a party, which was not somewhere I'd usually go, so I guess the clothes matched the mood. Retreating into my room I dressed in the little bit of clothes she gave me and looked myself over in the mirror. The skirt barely covered me to my upper thighs. The tank top I was wearing was nearly sheer, you could see my nipples through the cloth, and it wasn't the sort of top you wore a bra with. My tummy showed between where the skirt rode low on my hips and the edge of the shirt stopped about an inch above my belly button. The shiny gold ring in my naval shone in the light and I had a good idea that was the point.
Reluctantly I went to meet Crystal in the living room after putting on some make up and pulling my hair up into a messy ponytail. "You look good enough to eat," she teased.
"So why don't you just eat me and we can forget the party?" I suggested in my best sultry, yet teasing, voice.
"Who say's we can't do both?" She smiled at me as she looked for her small handbag with a big pink 'C' on the front. "Party first, playtime later." She picked up her bag, jingled her keys at me and said, "Let's go."
I got a good look at what she was wearing as we walked to the car. She was wearing a baby-doll tee made of some sheer, hot pink material โwhich looked great with her bleach blonde hair- and a black miniskirt. She wasn't wearing a bra so it was easy to see her pretty little tits through the material. She was wearing hot pink spike heals with straps that wound up her slim legs all the way to her knees. "What kind of party is this?" I asked, wondering where we were going dressed like we were.
"The fun kind" she answered cryptically. I just shook my head and got into the mustang. Whenever we went anywhere she always insisted on driving. It was okay with me except she drove like a maniac! "Don't worry, darlin' you'll have a good time" she winked at me.
"I doubt that" I retorted, shaking my head as we made for the car. As we pulled out of the driveway she smiled and like she knew something I didn't know. The one good thing about his evening was that she looked really, really good. Sliding my hand onto her leg I rubbed her thigh for a moment, softly. She seemed to like it so I didn't stop. Instead I ran my hand up her thigh a little higher until my hand had pushed under her flimsy skirt and my fingers rubbed against her pussy through her panties.
She gave me a wicked grin and spread her legs ever so slightly. Taking it as an invitation I slid two fingers into her the side of her panties to rub at her smooth, shaved pussy lips. She made a little sound but she didn't look at me she kept her eyes on the road. My fingers worked between her lips to sink into the moisture that began to build there. Moving my fingers a little I worked them down to slide inside of her just as she turned into the driveway of a large house.