Left at the party (open to any females)

[Gatorwriter]

Tracy and her friends had one hell of a time at the big block party. They had all snuck in the back door, and managed to be allowed to stay because they were all college students (all be it, they were only new Freshmen). Tracy, the curvey redhead, and Jeni, the Barbie doll blonde, had found their way down the hall to a large room. They had been drinking with some older guys, and had been at it for a few hours. One of their friends, Brenda, and the other wanted to leave saying it was getting really late, and that there were other parties on the other side of the campus they wanted to go to. The last thing either girl remebered was Jeni flicking them off and telling them to go to their lame ass party.
She couldn't tell how long she'd been there, but Traci started to wake up, and through blurred vision, she was starting to make out the muffled loud sounds of music playing over head.. Shit, was she in some sort of basement? She hadn't remembered going downstairs, and where was Jeni?????

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Name: Tracy
Age: 19
Height: 5’2
Weight: 110
Eye/hair Color: Green/ Long curly Deep Dark Red

The freshman girls all gathered at Tracy and Jeni’s doom room, they were all dressed for their first college party. Tracy looked at herself in the mirror one last time, as they waited for Brenda who always seemed to be late for everything and anything.

Tracy moved her hand over her short mid-thigh black and white plaid flowing skirt as she smoothed it out looking over her lithe figure, checking out how it hung nicely from her hips. She ran her hands over her flat stomach feeling the warm flesh as she flicked the dangling belly piercing playfully with her long red fingernail and watched it move back and forth over her navel.

Her head cocked as she tugged the knot between her breasts of her crisp white shirt making sure it was centered and turned as her hands caressed her rounded bottom, no panty lines able to be seen, the thin black lace was barely there covering her anyways, she wore then if anything just for looks.

Being shorter than most females she hung with she tried to make that up with five inch black paten leather pumps, which accented the white knee high stocking socks well. She was pleased, and smiled looking to her face, her hair, and wrinkled her nose watching the few freckles move across her nose. The creamy ivory completion, deep red hair and freckles she could thank her Irish heritage for. Though most men found them ‘cute’, she didn’t but learned to live with them.

Brenda arrived and the gang of girls headed out to the party, easy enough to get left in when you looked as good as they did, plus a little flirting and that got you more than you could imagine. If you have it why waste it? Flaunt it and use it for it may not always be there the girls used as their motto.

Once at the party they seemed to all scatter in pairs, Jeni, hung with Tracy and those two quickly found a room full of older college guys and lot of booze being passed around, before they knew it they were drawn into the fun and drinking heavily having a great time, till Brenda found them and wanted to go. There was no way Tracy was leaving and when she looked over at Jeni it didn’t seem like she was going anywhere fast either. Tracy flicked Brenda off and turned back to the party.

Tracy’s eyes fluttered as she tried to open them and closed them real fast as any little bit of movement caused her head to spin and hurt. She was trying hard to remember what happened as she glanced around through partially opened eyes trying to figure out where she was, and where the hell was her roommate Jeni, who she couldn’t see anywhere close by.

She tried to move but her stomach felt queasy so she laid there in what looked like a basement, one that wasn’t familiar to her at all. Tracy couldn’t remember much, she remembered sitting on a couch with a bunch of guys, but nothing else, no steps, no basement, but where the hell was she, and why was the music playing so loud, and where the fuck was Jeni?