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[Woe_Foe]

Shelly, an eighteen year old girl who lived down the street, came to her friend's sleepover party, known to be the craziest night of every year. She was the type of girl that kept to herself and thought it would be nice to have fun. However, she would realize later that night that she would get more than she bargained for.

It all started when she arrived at the doorsteps. A man opened the door and about died at what he saw. A really large breasted teenage girl and what looked like a small tattoo clearing her low cut t-shirt just above her left breast. She was wearing some kind of a denim skirt, that complimented her plump gorgeous ass, and wore no shoes. The problem was her bra, or the lack of it. Her breasts seemed to rise up filling and forming shape up under the tight confines of her t-shirt. He must have been a party guest and quickly let her in, the breeze passing through her long red hair.

The party started moments later and everything was fine. Everyone was having fun and her friends came up with the idea of wearing the skimpiest outfits they had. Not wanting to turn down the offer, Shelly agreed.

"Sure!" she said happily, finally coming out of her shell.

It was only after putting on the outfit, that she felt odd. Her pieces of clothing were an extremely short tight top, matched with equally tight booty shorts.

"This is so revealing..." she thought to herself as she walked downstairs where everyone was at.

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[A_Man_For_You]

Fred, 20 years old, one of the most arrogant and pretentious guys of the neighborhood. But the kind of person one has to know. Rich also, very rich, accustomed to get everything he wanted. And if you want to be cool, or known as cool, you have to get his approval. Fred accepted to go to that sleepover party, making it an event by his presence. The palce was now cool and the girl who organised the party was really cool. That was official.

Fred stared at the girls who decided to change into naughty outfits. They were so hot. He already had sex with most of them of course. And that reminded him of a couple of really great moments. But there stood a new girl, one he never really had spotted before. Shelly, he heard her name. A gorgeous and smoking hot readheat who seemed not at ease in those clothes.
The girls receive a salve of applause from the guys around. The first one wa snivited to make a little dance on the table, and so she did. Cheers and hurrays were scremaed around.

Fred went to that cutie Shelly and put an arm around her shoudlers, watching the dance with her.
"She's hot, isn't she?"
As Shelly didn't answer quickly, he added "You'll be better, won't you?"
He grinned, and offered Shelly a glass. Fred was of course working on letting her drink a bit more than usual...

 

[Woe_Foe]

"You'll be better, won't you?"

Shelly didn't know how to answer to that, so she merely smiled and gave him a nod. Now, seeing how she normally didn't party or hang out in similar crowds as the other girls, it took a while before the young woman could remember his name. Eagerly, she accepted the glass and drank a good bit of alcohol. Not being the heavy drinker of any sorts, the beverage was certainly beginning to take its toll. Who knew what a bit more could do?

"So Fred..." she said, hoping that the name was correct "Do you feel like dancing?"

 

[A_Man_For_You]

Dancing? Fred was feeling like he wanted to make her dance... To make her move her body. To make her rock her hips. Yes, he had to fuck her.
- In a moment. First, as she's done on the table, i bet you won't dare to go there yourself and have a dance...
Fred was staring into her eyes with a defying gaze.

 

[Woe_Foe]

Shelly couldn't tell if Fred was serious, but nodded to him "Okay, let me just take a shot of confidence." she said, taking a little bit of more alcohol and studied that girl's movements as she danced. The young woman was convinced that she wasn't much a dancer, but that couldn't be that hard...

Once that girl was off, Shelly went and decided to give it a go herself.

 

[A_Man_For_You]

Fred smiled as Shelly moved and stood on the table. She was so gorgeous. He Winked at her to encourage the girl. She was almost good for what he had planned. He did not loose sight of Shelly's show as a new song began, and Fred had made sure it was Lady Marmelade, just for the chorus and its lyrics...

 

[Woe_Foe]

Shelly's mind began to stir with all the attention she was getting, especially with Fred's wink that intended for her eyes to see. She smiled and went on to dance, noticing that her song was a bit different from the previous one. Though, she couldn't really grasp at the lyrics, as all her attention was focused on dancing, running her hands from her tight booty shorts to her tight top and into her hair. Moving her hips to the music, people were cheering, letting her know that she was doing a good job.

Eventually, as the song faded out, she descended from the stage. "So, how was that?" she said grinning.

 

[A_Man_For_You]

"So, how was that?", she asked.
As an answer, Fred put his hands on her hips and pulled her really close, whispering a "terrific" that ended with his lips on hers. A light kiss, short, intended to tease a bit more. Fred then leaned his head to her ear and again whispered "I got another bet for you. Wanna dare to follow it? Or maybe you're not made for that kind of cool parties..."
Fred then starightened himself, towering above Shelly, smiling broadly, an inviting and engaging smile...

 

[Woe_Foe]

Shelly was caught by surprise, as he grabbed her by the hips, pulling her in for a kiss. That was nothing, though, compared to him tenderly whispering something into her ear;

"I got another bet for you. Wanna dare to follow it? Or maybe you're not made for that kind of cool parties..."

"Well..." she said hesitantly "Okay...what did you have in mind?"

 

[A_Man_For_You]

Fred smiled at her and grab her hand.
- Follow me...
He guided her up the stairs, where the party wasn't happening anymore. Noises and music were raising from the lower floor but here there was no one to be seen. Fred opened a door, htat was a nice and large sleeping room. Probably the room of the parents in this house. Large double-bed with nice red silky sheets. Nice furniture. Fred pulled Shelly in, and closed the door behind them. He leaned against the door and lookoed at her, all over, up and down, undressing her with his eyes.
- Next bet is this one : there on the left of the bed is a cupboard with some drawers. Lingerie belonging to the mistress of this house. Nice stuff. I want you to hoose something that you really think is nice and put it on... Won't you dare?
Fred knew the alcohol, the party, the first bet and the people cheering her had pushed Shelly beyondf her usual limits. The question was how far could she go...