Go For Brooke ** Closed **

[xTerrax]

** OOC **

All characters and events in this story are fictional.

My character

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Brooke Smith, or Brooke Williams as she sometimes likes to be called, is a 34 year old single mother. Spending nearly every day working, whether it be showing homes to customers or performing her duties as a manager at the real estate firm, she often neglects her now eighteen year old daughter, Samantha.

Samantha is quite the opposite to Brooke, in both appearance and behaviors. She's a bit of a wild child - so much so that her mother often opts to using her maiden name, unable to afford having herself associated with her daughter's shenanigans.

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"Samantha...Samantha!"

Brooke walked into her modest two-floor home, located in the quaint and (mostly) quiet suburbs surrounding Chicago. Her heels clicked on the carefully polished wooden floor, her pacing quickening as she headed to the kitchen. Her first early day off in possibly years, and she was bracing herself to yell at her daughter. What for? Brooke herself wouldn't be able to tell you, at least not yet. The only sign that she had that things were awfully wrong, was that one of the letters in her hands was addressed to "Brooke Smith" - the name she used whenever she was to be associated with her daughter.

While seemingly confusing, at least at a glance, the reality was relatively simple. Brooke had her daughter at a young age, and her father had left them when Samantha was about a year old. This had left the woman alone when it came to raising their child. While the issue was solely monetary, at least at first, later on in life Samantha began lashing out on her teachers. This only became a huge issue when Brooke went into real estate - counting on a squeaky clean reputation. The community in which she sold homes in were fairly conservative and upper-middle class, and the last thing she needed was to be associated with her daughter, who had already been brought home by the police on three occasions. It wasn't until the possibility of Brooke gaining a management role at her company, that the idea of changing her last name came up. She would use "Brooke Williams", her maiden name, when it came to business and stick with "Smith" whenever it came to Samantha's personal life.

And so, given that she had just received a letter from Samantha's high school, and it was addressed to "Brooke Smith", the 34 year old mother knew that it was anything but good news.

"Yes mom?"

Samantha walked in, dressed in small denim shirts and a bikini top, her C cup breasts mostly on display. This was in direct contrast with her mother, in a business blazer and slacks. She eyed her daughter in disapproval, a sigh escaping her mouth before she waved the letter in front of Samantha.

"What's this?"

"I don't know, maybe you should open it?"

"Don't act smart with me..."

Brooke opened the letter, her hands taking out the letter in a hurry. Clearing her throat, she began to read "Dear Brooke Smith...We are pleased to tell her that your daughter, Samantha Smith...is currently considered an Honor Roll student based on academic achievement...?"

The young mother looked away and saw her daughter grinning, almost as if to taunt her. But Brooke was anything but angry - a bit shocked, but happy, to see that perhaps her daughter was turning a new leaf. Placing the letter down on the table, Brooke said:

"Oh god, I'm so sorry Samantha I had no idea that - "

"It's fine mom. Besides, now you owe me."

Brooke looked at her questionably.

"Owe? Remember, you said that if I ever got straight As, that you would owe me something?"

"Oh...I guess so." Brooke answered with a laugh. "Okay, you star student. What do I owe you?"

"For you to come with me to a party!"

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The exact sequence of events felt like a blur to Brooke. One minute, she was congratulating her eighteen year old daughter for finally getting her act together. The next, Samantha was telling her to get ready for a party that was taking place tonight at 8PM. Supposedly, it was a party held by Cody, some hot shot from her school and that she didn't even need to come as her mother, but as "Brooke Williams" if she wanted.

The line of reasoning that Samantha gave her, was that she needed someone to drive her back, since everyone will be drinking...and they needed an adult to make sure things didn't get out of hand. Truthfully, Brooke suspected that this was just a ploy to get back at her, for being all in her case for the past few years. Why else would she have insisted that her own mother come with her in a party, dressed in a bikini top and jeans? Sure, it was a "beach themed" party, but was it truly necessary for her to blend in?

They came together and almost immediately, Brooke felt uncomfortable.

For one, it's been nearly eighteen years since she had gone to a party like this. For more than half of her life now, Brooke had been focusing solely on her career as a real estate agent. This meant attending seminars, being part of the community, attending church, doing fundraisers, anything to network with...adults. Sure, everyone here seemed eighteen years old, but she had been interacting solely with responsible, clean adults and was already insecure that she wouldn't fit in here.

Secondly, because she could already feel the lustful stares.

While Samantha was her daughter, both of them were quite different. Not just in personality, but in appearance as well. While her daughter was about 5'5", Brooke herself was 5'10". What is more, unlike her daughter, Brooke's breasts and ass were anything but "modest". In fact, Brooke's 32F cup breasts were slightly jiggling within her bikini top as she walked her. Her tight jeans hugged the curve of her ass, the roundness clearly there despite her attempt to "cover up".

Her worries that maybe Samantha had done this to punish her seemed validated, as she said "Okay, Brooke. I'll be looking for my friends, so let's meet back here when the party ends?"

"Samantha I don't think I - "

"Relax I - oh, hey Cody!"

Brooke looked as Samantha rushed to a man, who she could only assume to be the host of the party...

 

[FireyIce]

My character

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Cody Jennings had moved to the area a few years ago as a sophomore. His parents found a better job just outside of Chicago right before school started. Though he was new, it didn’t take long for him to gain a bit of a reputation. His reputation, however, was an enigma since it was contrary to what normal signs would be. Both Cody’s parents were still happily married, he had an older brother that was out of college, and he had friends. On top of that, he also had his most crowning reputation, especially as a senior, to hold themed and festive parties at least once a month. While the parties were usually loud, they weren’t all that disruptive. There weren’t many things that would end up broke, or having to be explained.

He had been accused of being a bully, he was on the lacrosse team, though he didn’t start very often, he was viewed as a jock, and as a huge player. Though he didn’t have the best grades, the school board and administrators wanted very little, if anything to do with another year of dealing with Cody. As a result, he knew that he would be graduating, even if it was a bunch of C’s and D’s (not the kind Cody enjoyed) so he could walk and continue on past the school’s life.

The senior year of Cody was also interesting because, in a school of hundreds in each class, it took him a while to find his new favorite muse, Samantha Smith. Though he already had a current flavor of the month, he knew he would end up bedding her by the end of the year. And, if his perception was right, it would probably be longer as he recalled the first time seeing her was in detention.

As the weather became warmer, the parties became more themed to his California roots of wanting to be out more. Though the pool wasn’t that big, he cared more about the Jacuzzi and found that this would be a good weekend for a beach themed party.

The party had started earlier in the day. He wanted to make sure some of his guests didn’t overstay their welcome as he had plans for later in the night, especially since he had started a small “tradition” of playing the game never have I ever when Samantha was around. As he made his way back into the house, his flip flops hitting the floor, he lowered his sunglasses and saw, just as punctual as always, his muse. With his fedora still on and his Hawaiian shirt swaying open, revealing his abs, he saw Samantha running towards him.

Cody got into position and grabbed Samantha and spun her around as he held her tightly. He gave her a small kiss on the lips, “Hey baby,” his voice cool and calm, “I’m glad you made it. Though, I really didn’t doubt that you’d miss this party.” Cody moved his hands down her bare back and felt her ass, grabbed it tightly before giving it a slight smack. It took him a moment to realize that she hadn’t come alone and he also realized why it seems like not many of the guys were paying her attention: he had just seen Brooke for the first time. He wrapped his arm around Samantha and headed over towards Brooke, his hand still resting on her ass.

With his free hand and, while trying not to stare, Cody reached his arm out and shook Brooke’s hand. “I didn’t know Sam was going to bringing a friend? Cousin?” He stated while not wanting to be rude. “I’m Cody, welcome to my party. Can I get you something to drink?” He asked while admiring her beauty as he awaited her response.

 

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Brooke was less than happy to see her daughter rush towards the man, on account that he was very touchy. Some part of her wanted to behave like a typical mother, to go up to Cody and smack his hand away from Samantha, but she quickly realized how big of a mistake that would be. Obviously, Samantha was grown up enough to make her own decisions...not to mention, would totally expose her as her mom. Not that it was such a great shame being her mother but there would definitely be some stigma attached to her career, seeing as Samantha was a problem child. More specifically, had been a menace vandalizing certain homes whenever she wanted attention.

The man who Brooke presumed to be her daughter's boyfriend looked like a handsome high school senior - well built, tall and generally good looking. He obviously was proud of his body, what with his shirt being open, showcasing his abs to everyone else at the party. Behind her sunglasses, Brooke scanned him up and down, her eyes gazing him from head to toe.

“I didn’t know Sam was going to bringing a friend? Cousin? I’m Cody, welcome to my party. Can I get you something to drink?”

Brooke reached out her hand towards him, shaking his hand as she replied "I'm Brooke, Samantha's cousin." to which Samantha grinned, probably thinking of how fun it was to have her mother on the spot like this "No drink for me!"

"Oh come on Brooke, don't be like that. She'll have one beer Cody." Samantha answered with a big grin.

Meanwhile Brooke, although she appeared mostly calm and collected, was feeling awfully awkward. Some guys were pointing at her every so often, with his eyes seemingly fixated on her body. Some of those fingers were obviously pointing towards her breasts, which were obviously bigger than any other woman at this party. While Brooke normally hide them behind a blazer or sweater while at work, in this bikini top they were quite in the open.

The young mother tried her best to snap out of this weird insecurity and added to Samantha's statement "Well, maybe one beer wouldn't be so bad." with a slight chuckle escaping her lips.

 

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Cody looked around and noticed how much attention Brooke was getting. It wasn’t the fact that she was getting attention, just the fact that it was soooo much. There was no hiding the fact that he was extremely charismatic and enjoyed the limelight a good portion of the time. “For the love of God, everyone!” Cody said loudly, “We know she has tits! All the girls here have tits! It’s nearly a damn requirement!”

He looked around and thought of a good idea to help get some of the attention away. “I’ll pay the first girl that flashes everyone $50. Who’s in?” He asked while looking at Samantha, wondering if she would be willing to do it, even with her cousin in the same room. He watched as Samantha moved her hands to her back, realizing that she was at least thinking about it.

“I’ll do it!” Exclaimed a random girl that Cody didn’t even recognize as he looked over at her. Within a few seconds, he saw her take off her bikini top, exposing her breasts for everyone to see.

“I’ll up the ante and make it $100 if you let anyone do shots off your body for half an hour like that,” Cody offered as he looked directly into her eyes. Once he heard her agree, he looked at one of his friends and gave him a signal to make sure that she followed through with it.

Cody walked over to the kitchen and poured two glasses of beer with some light ice for both Brooke and Samantha. He looked over at the girl who was having her body tended to by multiple guys and girls. “Here you girls go,” Cody said as he handed a full-to-the-brim cup to each of them. “One cup of beer, just like you wanted.” He watched closely as both Brooke and Samantha had a small drink. “So, Brooke, where are you from?” Cody asked as he placed his hand back around Samantha’s body, towards her ass.