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Little_Red_Rose
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Tonight was a bit different than most evenings - for one, I found myself pressured and eventually agreeing to go to some house party with Ben. My boyfriend was always so adamant about me and actually putting some effort into being more social. I always rolled my eyes whenever he brought the subject up - as if it was just something so easy to overcome; especially here in New York City. Sure, it was the city that never sleeps but it was also the city where I constantly found myself being hit on! Yep, that was one of the reasons why I felt more introverted than he could care for; unable or unwilling to spend time with him and his friends, because I couldn't handle being approached by so many guys! It was, of course, because of my body and the slight accent I had. I'm originally from Brazil, although immigrated here about five years ago when my father had gotten a corporate job in the city. That said, it seemed sometimes that every pervert in the city was drawn to me; a tall woman with an hourglass figure. I was blessed (although sometimes I'd even say cursed) with a body that not only was fit, had two massive 32J cup breasts and a huge wide ass. I guess it didn't help that I sometimes wore tight clothing, but really I wasn't about to cover myself up because of guys...
Among those people was Nick; my boyfriend's friend and honestly, probably the biggest pervert you'd come across. It was hard to tell at first glance, because he was usually well mannered and was you know, handsome. But behind that smile he gave out was a real pervert - which plenty of girls around campus has warned me about. In fact, the word being passed around was that he had some sort of business involving sex tapes and that he had his eye out for me. I believed the latter; it felt that I was only being hit on by him and despite rejecting his advances, he kept going whenever we were alone! I tried telling Ben about it, but every time I did I would get dismissed. "Oh, that's just how Nick is." Ben would say, not wanting the complaints and worries I had. Worst of all, Nick would be coming at this party sometime tonight. It's not that I was scared that he'd show, just a little uneasy because I knew what he really thought of me. Still, I did my best to shake off those thoughts and hang out with Ben and some friends - ignoring the stares I'd get, wearing these tight pair of jeans (tightly hugging my wide ass) with my midriff showing, a tight short top (that showed some cleavage from my large breasts) with a pink long sleeve covering up my arms and sides. I could have sworn that I saw Nick somewhere at the party, but after some time, I really didn't care if he was around. Hell, I found myself not even caring if he was checking me out. It was a party so...whatever, right?
That said, eventually I excused myself. "I'm just going to get a drink! Wait for me okay?" I said with a big grin, having a good time. I walked to the kitchen area and opened the fridge, before I reached for a bottle of beer. It was my second one and although I didn't really enjoy the taste of it, I somehow enjoyed it. Must have been the party environment...