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[ForeverIllinois]

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Name: Bethany Anderson
Age: 18
Height: 5'10"
Cup size: 32D

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I wasn't someone who enjoyed going to clubs, or bars. I wasn't even much of an outgoing person - sure, I loved working out and walking outside, I just wasn't social while doing it. That being said, I wanted to try to be part of a more social scene; I practically begged Phillip, my boyfriend, to let me go to some stupid house party that my friends were going to but he didn't feel it like. Apparently, those parties were too sleazy for his tastes. Now, I know what you're thinking - why the hell did I need his permission to go anywhere? I didn't...but I did need him around because the drinking age was 21 and I just turned 18 like a month ago.

He did, however, want to go to some bar. It was a start, so I agreed to me him here today. Hell, I even wore those tights he loved so much because they showed off that big butt of mine that I worked so hard for.

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But get this, I waited for ten minutes against the counter of the bar when my phone vibrated and I saw the text message:

"Sorry babe! I won't be able to make it. :C maybe some other time"

Are you freaking kidding me?!

 

[Bevatoria]

"Sounds good, J. See you in a bit." I hung up the phone after that, letting it clatter to the bar table, and finishing my beer. Only one for now, as I still had to drive to Nate's party a few blocks away. They were apparently celebrating some college basketball games or something, and while I wasn't much of a sports guy, I was for the drinking and hijinks that would certainly ensue, especially among some of the younger women who'd they decided to invite...

I got up, my eyes effortlessly darting across the bar to the door...before they got stuck on a brunette hottie sitting at the bar. She didn't look happy, although that was the second thing I saw...the first was how her ass looked in those flimsy little tights of hers. Always being someone to help a lady in trouble, I sauntered over - my drink already paid for - and gave my most winning smile as I sidled onto the stool.

"Hey. I don't mean to prod, but you look a little upset...." I tilted my head. "Anything I can do to help? My name's Steve." Giving her another look over as she answered, I could tell she was really young...and fit, from the looks of it.

 

[ForeverIllinois]

I didn't notice the movement of the man, until I felt a slight touch to my elbow. It didn't come from his hand, but merely his own elbow as he scooted over to his bar stool, next to mine. He got his drink, and I got my water, when he spoke in a soft voice, asking me if there was anything that he could do.

"Anything I can do to help? My name's Steve."

I nearly laughed, because from his voice he must have thought that I got dumped or something. Sure, I was a little pissed off, but there was no need for alarm.

"Hey Steve." I said looking at him and giving him a smile of my own "No worries, there's nothing. Just a little bummed out that my boyfriend is busy. Too busy to bring me to some stupid party."

 

[Bevatoria]

"Hey Steve." Her smile was infectious, and I leaned back to take it in as she continued. "No worries, there's nothing. Just a little bummed out that my boyfriend is busy. Too busy to bring me to some stupid party."

I considered her response, coming up with a cutting retort of my own. "He's an idiot, then." I tried to show mischief in my eyes as I continued. "No, I'm sure he has a reason...I can't do anything about your hurt feelings, although if it's a party you're interested in, I happen to be headed to one myself. A buddy of mine, Nate, is hosting it." I shrugged. "I'm sure they wouldn't mind one more hottie."

"But if you do want to go, I'll need your name." A smirk lit my face as I moved to the side. "Something about letting strangers into your car and all that...." Not that she was a stranger I'd mind having in my car. Or having in other ways as well, as I stole a glance at her legs clad in those tights.

 

[ForeverIllinois]

"He's an idiot, then."

I gasped. Not in the "what the hell did you say?" kind of way, but more in the "did you really just say that?" kind, with a slight laugh escaping my lips. He continued on, saying;

"No, I'm sure he has a reason...I can't do anything about your hurt feelings, although if it's a party you're interested in, I happen to be headed to one myself. A buddy of mine, Nate, is hosting it. I'm sure they wouldn't mind one more hottie."

Was he trying to flirt with me? Is this how flirting worked? Was it okay for me to be okay with this? All these thoughts and more crossed my mind, when I looked at his handsome face and replied "One more hottie huh? Well, I wouldn't mind going. Besides, I think the host of the party I wanted to go to was called Nate too."

"But if you do want to go, I'll need your name. Something about letting strangers into your car and all that...."

I laughed before replying: "Bethany. But you can call me Beth. Or Hottie!"

 

[Bevatoria]

Well, it looked like fate was on my side after all, and I got up from the stool deliberately, motioning gallantly with my hand. "Well, follow me, then." Nate was a 'graduate student' so it wouldn't be surprising if he knew a few college students. I led the way towards my car, hoping she might be checking me out. Girls looked, too, and I knew that my tight black shirt and jeans would show off how much I went to the gym. Come to think of it...the name 'Bethany' was familiar, too.

I opened the door for her, ushering her in as I spoke. "Beth works for me." As I slid in the other side, I gave her a long glance up and down her body. "Or hottie." Without much more, I started the car, eager to get to Nate's place so I could hang out with Beth and all of the other folks who would be there...

It was pretty happening when we got to Nate's place - lots of cars and folks around already - and I had to park some distance away. But he knew me, and I knew him, and so I walked in confidently. "Just say you're with me and well be fine." There'd be some watching sports, but I had my eye on the basement, where he had a ping pong table, some foosball, darts...basically, some things that, when mixed with booze, became entertainment.

Although not without making sure the young lady got a drink first.

 

[ForeverIllinois]

Okay, he wasn't just handsome. He was damn hot himself - I wasn't about to say that though, especially since I was in a relationship. But still, he had this more mature look about him, something that not many people had in my senior year of high school. Regardless, I went in the car with him and we were off.

The place wasn't too far. The place was however, really really crowded. I eyed the window carefully, just before we went out. Steve might have understood my fear, seeing as he said:

"Just say you're with me and well be fine."

"I'm not worried though!" I answered defiantly as we went in, with all sorts of people engulfing us with cigarette smoke and the smell of booze. I checked my phone to see if Philip sent me another text. No dice.

 

[Bevatoria]

"Oh, I meant for drinks." I smirked back at her. "Just so they know you're not some random moocher..." I spotted Nate, a younger guy who was wearing a loose t-shirt and shorts, giving him a handshake and half hug before introducing him to hottie...I mean, Beth. "This is Beth. She's looking for a good time..." I ran my hand gently down her back, getting a small feel of how flimsy the fabric was over her fit ass.

"Sounds good." he said. "Nice to meet you, Beth."

While barely breaking stride, I went for the kitchen, nodding at a few folks I knew as I turned to her. "What's your pleasure? Beer? Long island iced tea? Anything in between?" I laughed. "Just as long as it's something fun."

 

[ForeverIllinois]

So that was Nate huh? Steve said hi and introduced me, like...well:

"This is Beth. She's looking for a good time..."

What was that supposed to me? Regardless, I stood there and smiled while his hand gently touched the top of my tights; feeling the thin fabric a bit, just above the curve of my ass. A shiver nearly ran down my spine, while Nate spoke:

"Sounds good. Nice to meet you, Beth."

"Nice to meet you too Nate!"

And finally, we moved away and towards the kitchen. I grinned at Steve, and he knew damn well why. Still, he was offering me a drink and finally I got my chance, now that I was in an actual party!

...Too bad I didn't know a damn drink, so I went ahead with his suggestion.

"Long island iced tea, please." I said with a grin.

 

[Bevatoria]

"Good choice." Bold choice is what I was thinking as I mixed it together, knowing my way around Nate's liquor as well as my own. A long island had a hell of a lot of booze in it and I hoped it'd loosen her up, assuming she needed it. There had been plenty bought by other folks as well, but he was pretty well off so it wasn't like we were drinking him out of house and home.

"Here you go." I said a moment later, having grabbed a beer for myself. "You don't seem like the kind of girl who likes to sit on that fine ass of yours, so let me show you the basement. Folks go down there to play around a bit..." I let the words hang in the air. "...there's a ping pong table, foosball, darts, and a crap ton of other stuff."

I wrapped my hand possessively around her waist. "C'mon."

 

[ForeverIllinois]

"You don't seem like the kind of girl who likes to sit on that fine ass of yours, so let me show you the basement. Folks go down there to play around a bit..."

Did he really say 'fine ass of yours' to me?
Did I really like it?

I took a sip from my alcoholic drink as he talked about the basement, trying to distract myself from that comment from earlier. I felt slightly uneasy about it and slightly...excited, somehow. Anyway, I shook it off just in time to hear something about a ping pong table and other games. He moved me forward with his hand quickly around my waist.

"C'mon."

Damn this drink was strong...

"Okay, okay mister." I said with a laugh. "Lead the way."

 

[Bevatoria]

And lead I did. A few folks that saw us knew me well enough to know that having her this close to me didn't mean much; I did that with friends who had already told me they wouldn't let me have them. Not that I hadn't proved some of them wrong before, but that wasn't the point; it was a confidence thing. Always the next one. And the more I hung around Beth, the more I was convinced it needed to be her.

Down into the basement we went; there was a television in one room but mostly an open area with the games I'd mentioned. "You seem like a go-getter." I let my arm go from around her waist, motioning towards the foosball table first. "We can start with something quick, although it's been a while since I played..." I took a generous swig of my beer. "Up to you, though...a 'lady' should get to choose."

As she thought, I stole a glance at her chest under the hoodie she wore. She had a great attitude and body...and I wanted to see more of both.

 

[ForeverIllinois]

"You seem like a go-getter. We can start with something quick, although it's been a while since I played...Up to you, though...a 'lady' should get to choose."

I eyed the games carefully and wondered which we could go for first. I was good at all these games, mind you, but felt that I needed to pick something that wouldn't take too long. Foosball? Nah, it'll take forever if he knows what he's doing. Eventually, my eyes went towards the ping pong table. Now, that was a fast game!

"Ping pong?" I said, reaching for one of the paddles. "I'll kick your sorry butt at this!"

 

[Bevatoria]

"Suit yourself.. I grinned back at her, going for the paddles, seeing a few folks take notice of someone trying the table. "We can't play for nothing, though..."

After a beat, I smiled at her. "How about if you win, I give you twenty bucks. If I win...you give me your hoodie?". Another moment passed. "Unless you think you can't beat me..."

 

[ForeverIllinois]

"We can't play for nothing, though..."
"Oh?" I asked curiously "Why not?"

"How about if you win, I give you twenty bucks. If I win...you give me your hoodie?Unless you think you can't beat me..."

Seriously? Twenty bucks? This hoodie cost forty and...was this his sly way of playing some sort of stripping game with me? Well, thankfully I still had a shirt underneath this hoodie, so I smiled and replied "Okay, you're on. But make it forty."

 

[Bevatoria]

"Works for me.". I wasn't made of money, but hopefully I wouldn't need to pull this kind of trick all evening. It had been a while since I'd played, and I moved to one end of the table, hefting the paddle in one hand and a ball in the other.

"No need to practice, I think....ping pong isn't a hard game.". I looked at her. "First to 10?" I asked eagerly...hoping to win, thinking of what I would do if I did.

 

[ForeverIllinois]

"No need to practice, I think....ping pong isn't a hard game. First to 10?"

"Sounds good to me." I said as I leaned over and prepared my stance. Well, I wasn't an expert player or anything...but it was ping pong. How card could it possibly be? "Get ready to serve. I'm ready to kick you butt!"

 

[Bevatoria]

"Okay." I wasn't about to complain about her giving me an advantage. I gave the ball a little toss and whacked it on the table to get thing started. While there was a bit of a din in the basement, the sound of balls hitting the table started to join the conversation.

I didn't start great, giving her a 3 to 2 lead after my first serve. But as we went, either I was getting back in practice or she was throwing the game...

Or I was eager to see what she had on under her hoodie.

 

[ForeverIllinois]

The game was going my favor. I grinned when I got a lead for him, but you know, too much confidence isn't a good thing. Soon, I found myself hitting the ball too hard for my own good and once he began to hit it back, well...the game was beginning to get less and less on my favor.

Before I knew it, I lost.

 

[Bevatoria]

"Good game." I said with a Leer. "We can play again, if you want...after you take that hoodie off.". After a moment, I leaned back, my gaze fully on her. "Show us your stuff, hottie."

As for the next game's stakes, though... "If I win, I get to kiss you.". Hopefully she'd drank enough to go with it, as I drank a bit more of my beer.

 

[ForeverIllinois]

"Good game. We can play again, if you want...after you take that hoodie off. Show us your stuff, hottie."

"Pfft...fine." I said with a teasing smiled and I unzipped my hoodie and threw it at him. It was no big deal; I had a shirt underneath and while it was white and just a tad see through under the light, I had no problem with it. But then he brought up the next wager...

"If I win, I get to kiss you.".

What?

"Um...I don't know about that one." I said a bit hesitantly "What's in it for me?"

 

[Bevatoria]

"Forty bucks." I shrugged. I wasn't made of money, and to continually up the ante all night financially would leave me broke if she managed to win. Which was a very real possibility with how she was playing...or how I was. But it didn't mean I couldn't try to goad her just a bit. "...and you don't have to listen to me brag all night about going undefeated." I teased.

"I'll make it easier if you want, I'll switch hands..." What she didn't know was I was actually ambidextrous, at least when it came to racket sports. Although it didn't help me in badminton one bit. "C'mon. You wouldn't quit after one game, would you?"

 

[ForeverIllinois]

"C'mon. You wouldn't quit after one game, would you?"

God, that look he was giving me. He was trying to egg me on - he wanted me to get fired up and play with him. Granted, I don't think he expected to win given that he was switching hands. Yep, it was going to be an easy forty dollars. It might not seemed too much of a disadvantage, at least if he played this a lot but given how close the game was just a minute ago...

"You know what? You're on!"

 

[Bevatoria]

I tossed the ball to myself, giving her a polite nod of my head. "As you wish, m'lady." I said in mock salute, trying not to get too distracted by her more visible torso under her shirt as I started a new game. It was a little more heated then last time, and I'm sure she didn't like the fact that I seemed just as good with my left hand as I was with my right. It came in handy in other areas, too, which I'd hopefully be showing this young upstart later on...

Still, even as she was giving a spirited game, I noticed her miss a few balls that it seemed like she could get to...either she wasn't as good as I thought she was, or she was intentionally losing. Could she like the attention?

Nah. Still, it was match point, and I served it one more time across the table...