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Spoiler alert; this thread will involve some drug/alcohol abuse and some really rough, depraved sex. If this isn't something that interests you, please don't read further. If it does, well enjoy the show!
Of course, everybody in this story is fake, not real, part of my twisted imagination, etc. Everybody that matters is over 18 and adult.
Right now, I'm looking for one dominant male character, so if that's your jam please send me a PM! I'll edit this out once I do find someone.
Of course, everybody in this story is fake, not real, part of my twisted imagination, etc. Everybody that matters is over 18 and adult.
Right now, I'm looking for one dominant male character, so if that's your jam please send me a PM! I'll edit this out once I do find someone.
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Some background:
Bethany Knowles is an eighteen year old, goodie two shoes who is convinced to host a big party at her place. This mainly due to her friend, Jessica, who has put it in young Bethany's head that she needs to loosen up. Although Bethany doesn't know this, her so-called friend has ulterior motives; essentially setting her up to be seduced by a pervert that is obsessed with her massive tits.
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My character:
http://i.imgur.com/pmkiX9G.jpg
Name: Bethany Knowles
Age: 18
Height: 5'11"
Cup size: 32G
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Bethany Knowles is an eighteen year old, goodie two shoes who is convinced to host a big party at her place. This mainly due to her friend, Jessica, who has put it in young Bethany's head that she needs to loosen up. Although Bethany doesn't know this, her so-called friend has ulterior motives; essentially setting her up to be seduced by a pervert that is obsessed with her massive tits.
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My character:
http://i.imgur.com/pmkiX9G.jpg
Name: Bethany Knowles
Age: 18
Height: 5'11"
Cup size: 32G
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I wasn't much of a social person. For years, all I've ever wanted to do was just write, read and surf the web. I guess that I was on the extreme other end of the social spectrum, where I didn't really need much company nor did I want it. What I wanted most of all was to succeed in school, go to the best college available (Oxford and Harvard were my choices) and maybe have a handful of friends. Those close to me were most like that, although maybe not on the same level as me. We were all pretty antisocial people and stayed close in our small cliche of friends and we stayed that way all the way through middle school and well near the end of high school. We didn't regret it except, well, Jessica.
Don't get me wrong, Jessica was one of my best friends! It's just that during her last few years of high school, she was the most adamant about partying and leaving high school with a bang. I didn't blame her, we weren't really well known around our schools and I guess she wanted to feel important. Okay, maybe I was just a little bit known; not just around the school, but around our small town two hours away from New York city. That was mostly because I was a 5'11 tall young woman with gigantic boobs.
Anyway, where I'm going with this is that my parents were away for the weekend and Jessica was really pushing for me to host a house party. I sincerely didn't want to, but after a few days of my friend giving me the cold shoulder, I felt as if she was twisting my arm. So...I went ahead and caved to her demands. I was hosting a party while my parents were away. This was hard not just because I'm a horrible liar but because I was used to being the 'good' kid in town.
I wasn't too keen on inviting people so, I left that to Jessica. I guess that's how I ended up with a crowded place with loud music blasting all over the place.
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"Sorry. Excuse me. Pardon me." I said, squeezing my way through the hallway. I got some disgusting looks from some of the guys, delighted to feel my chest press against them even for a second. I nearly rolled my eyes and wandered off to the kitchen, seeing booze all over the place.
"What the hell?!" I asked "Who brought this here?"
"Oh come on Bethany." Jessica said, making her way to the kitchen - obviously, thinking ahead and knowing that I'd freak seeing this all here.
"We can't have this here! We're not even old enough to drink!" I then nearly shouted. I mean, we were adults but weren't twenty one yet!"
"Don't be such a goody two shoes. Can't you have fun?!"
It went back and forth a lot and I have to tell you, my friend is a smooth talker (seriously, she should be a politician). Before I know it, I'm trying my first beer right there in the kitchen with people cheering me on. It's funny the effect that alcohol has on my system; as it turns out, I can't handle much and soon found the warmth and numbing effect of the drink. So much so, that I found myself posing with my friends and showing off our chests to a random crowd of high schoolers.
Well, despite what I might think about all of this, I did know one thing that was a fact - tonight was going to be a crazy night.
