sexylilmissie
Lost Soul
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(Again the delightful talents of CG and myself are going to pair up if you are looking for a story that jumps right into hardcore sex, you are in the wrong place, if not, sit back and enjoy)
Suzanne Richly was at her eighteenth birthday party and she was not having a lot of fun. Most of her friends were guys as she was mainly a tomboy at heart, but her parents had insisted on inviting females that they felt might have an influence on her, causing her to become more ladylike.
Along with assorted family members and some of the girls parents, she had fifteen girls who couldnt seem to either stop talking about the latest fashion magazines or how they just "Had to have such and such boy" All in all, it was about the most boring function she had ever been to and that said a lot.
Presently she was standing by the punch bowl debating whether or not to spike it when she became aware of some of the girls staring at her and laughing. Worse yet, some of them were pointing at her which made it impossible to pretend perhaps they were laughing at a joke someone had made.
She looked down at herself and felt her face flush with mortification, the pretty pink dress she had donned that afternoon on her mothers insistance had come to grief. Somehow, when she had gone to the bathroom earlier she had managed to tuck the hem of the dress into her nylons without noticing, and now her plain white cotton panties were on display for the world to see.
Trying to act unobtrusive, she backed into the garden and under the cloak of darkness rearainged her clothing. After that was finished, she stood there in the darkness, loathe to come out and felt tears of shame roll silently down her cheeks.
Silent until she gave a rather unladylike sniffle that is.
Suzanne Richly was at her eighteenth birthday party and she was not having a lot of fun. Most of her friends were guys as she was mainly a tomboy at heart, but her parents had insisted on inviting females that they felt might have an influence on her, causing her to become more ladylike.
Along with assorted family members and some of the girls parents, she had fifteen girls who couldnt seem to either stop talking about the latest fashion magazines or how they just "Had to have such and such boy" All in all, it was about the most boring function she had ever been to and that said a lot.
Presently she was standing by the punch bowl debating whether or not to spike it when she became aware of some of the girls staring at her and laughing. Worse yet, some of them were pointing at her which made it impossible to pretend perhaps they were laughing at a joke someone had made.
She looked down at herself and felt her face flush with mortification, the pretty pink dress she had donned that afternoon on her mothers insistance had come to grief. Somehow, when she had gone to the bathroom earlier she had managed to tuck the hem of the dress into her nylons without noticing, and now her plain white cotton panties were on display for the world to see.
Trying to act unobtrusive, she backed into the garden and under the cloak of darkness rearainged her clothing. After that was finished, she stood there in the darkness, loathe to come out and felt tears of shame roll silently down her cheeks.
Silent until she gave a rather unladylike sniffle that is.