Jane left her house on a cool November evening at six o’clock with no expectations other than meeting her friend Janice and Susan, getting some older guy to buy them a bottle of something tasty at the liquor store, getting hammered and then hitting the dance her school was holding that night.
As she walked down the leaf filled side street to Susan’s place she mused quietly to herself about the real reason they were heading to the dance. True they all loved to dance but for the most part the rest of the kids who attended to school were way too preppy for her and her friends. She had wanted to avoid the dance entirely but Susan had insisted they attend. Jane was fairly certain that her friend was getting ready to fuck the exchange student from Sri Lanka. It wasn’t that Susan really liked him or anything but she did have a dirty little habit of fucking any boy who struck her as interesting in any way and the exchange student had been a focus of conversation for a few days now.
To be truthful Jane was not that interested in any of the boys who attended their school. They all seemed so very young to her and except for a few drunken make-out sessions in Janice’s finished basement and that ill-fated date with Miles at the beach party during the summer – she still considered herself a virgin. She masturbated frequently for someone so virginal and if you asked her whose face she saw as she approached climax she would not have been able to tell you. In her mind he was yet unnamed – still an unknown.
Like any seventeen year old girl she had an ideal that her mind was forming around and she was certain she would know who he was when she saw him. Janice had been dating the same boy, a tall and stunningly handsome frat boy on a football scholarship type named Carl, for two years and they had carefully scheduled sleepover dates every Saturday night.
Usually Janice spent Monday and Tuesday lunches describing in detail every sordid act they committed between sundown Saturday and sunrise on Sunday. She and Susan would squeal in delight as Janice filled them in on what she did with her mouth, what he did with his and the numerous positions of actual intercourse between.
The running joke between them all would occur after Janice finally told them of the earth-moving orgasm she would have at he end of her date and Susan would inevitably comment that she should write a book. To which Jane would always respond that she had – it was called the Karma Sutra – to which they would launch into peels of fresh laughter. It never seemed to get old.
Jane had decided to dress up a bit for the dance so that she would not feel so upstaged by her friends, who always treated these things like the full-on fashion extravaganzas. While Jane knew is was unlikely that a Fashion czar would suddenly appear at the dance and sweep any of them away to mega stardom in the world of protein-starved cocaine-fueled photo shoots, she had selected a pair of crisp, black, skin tight jeans, her Doc Martens - freshly shined for a night of who knew what with who knew who - and a soft white cashemere top with short sleeves that seemed to show off both her cleavage and the curves of her young breasts in ways that made even the most committed guy look twice.
She looked hot and she knew it and when she arrived at Susan's place she enjoyed the whistles and mock cat-calls that her friends greeted her with. Both Susan and Janice looked fantastic. Susan wore a variation on the little black dress that looked painted on it was so tight - she had opted out of wearing a bra and her nipples were almost visible through the sheer material.
"If this doesn't get Mohammed's attention tonight, nothing will" she commented to Jane as the three girls fussed over their makeup in the bathroom of Susan's house.
"Well, if Mohammed doesn't notice those headlights he's either blind or gay" Janice added and the three girls laughed heartily.
They had been drinking steadily since Susan's brother Stan dropped off a large bottle of Vodka about ten minutes after Jane arrived. He was three years older than they were and could buy liquor easily but seldom acted as their supplier. Jane had flirted with his pretty heavily when she first arrived and she could feel him sizing her up out of the corner of her eye as she spoke to Janice and Susan about how they would obtain the night's liquid lubricant. A few come hither looks later from both Janice and herself and Stan was in the car and rushing off to the liquor store to do their evil bidding.
"If he drooled any harder over your tits in that sweater I swear he would have slipped on it and knocked himself senseless" Susan teased after he had left to get the vodka.
"It didn't help that Janice over here was getting dressed in front of him. Standing around in just her bra and skirt. I could just about see her panties when she was putting on those stockings of hers" Jane retorted with an evil looking smile.
Janice pulled on her own top - a pale yellow blouse that matched the ribbon in her hair- tossed her long brown hair back over her shoulder and laughed, with mock innocence in her voice said "I've been getting dressed in front of Stan since I was five years old - I can't help it if he likes to watch".
The three primped until Stan arrived with the vodka and once he arrived Susan was quick to dismiss her in order to - as she put it- talk about girl stuff. Stan didn't put up much of a fight but made sure he took his time going back up the stairs taking one last opportunity to check both Janice and Jane out from head to toe.
"Call me if you need a ride home Sue" he shouted from the last stair before looking back once more - likely hoping to see more of Janice and her stockings or Jane and her shapely breasts.
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