Showing Off (closed for AnnieD)

[Bevatoria]

Garrett looked at me as if I was crazy. It was a look that had grown quite common over the twenty plus years we'd known each other; growing up as babies, then toddlers, and now into the horny, hormone driven college seniors we were now. Admittedly, I think part of it was that the look wasn't entirely from him, but from someone who looked a lot like Sam Winchester from that 'Supernatural' show that everyone liked. It made him look a bit more intimidating, and it kind of threw me off, as if I was actually talking to a celebrity and not my childhood friend.

But the smile that came back was one he'd seen a lot, too, even if I was dressed like a police officer (even with some 'fake' handcuffs' on my belt) for this particular party. "Okay, okay, you've got me. This whole party was just to get all of the hot sorority girls and high school seniors to parade around like sluts. I don't care about halloween, I just want booze, bong, body shots, and booty!" He laughed, and then walked away, convinced for the moment as I continued to look around for my 'prey'.

After all, even if it was enjoyable to see all of the girls try to out do each other for costumes, I was only after one. After all, I was Mark Wake, and I didn't just settle for any random girl who paraded herself around for attention. I'd invited one in particular, and was keeping my eye out to see if she'd actually show her herself.

Well, I didn't invite her, but I invited her roommate. Let me explain.

This particular girl was a bit shy, but I'd seen her around campus and had agreed with a lot of the guys that she could be really hot to trot if she'd just 'let go' a bit, or get away from her supposedly protective boyfriend. However, I knew her roommate, and during conversation 'we' (or maybe it was just me) had come up with a plan to get her to come to the party in a revealing costume. I was skeptical of it working, but Amanda (the roommate) said she could do it, and so I left it in her capable hands.

My faith was rewarded with a text earlier in the day when Amanda said 'got her. You'll love what she's wearing, too...'

So technically I was looking for either one of them, really. Amanda, or the hottie who I was hoping to pry away from her boyfriend tonight. Walking around the foyer, through the crowds of people already laughing and drinking, I spotted her. Hopefully the innocent freshman wouldn't mind being chatted up by a senior...

 

[AnnieD]

"...So that's my review for the new Avengers, guys! Tell me what you think of my theory for the upcoming Civil War movie and leave a comment down below! Thanks!"

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As soon as I was done recording, I saw Amanda standing by the door. She looked at me funny, nearly scoffing before saying "God Lucy, you're such a nerd."

"Oh, shut up." I said teasingly, placing my stuff away.

My blonde roommate nearly rolled her eyes right out their sockets before adding: "I swear, I can't tell if you know that your viewers watch your videos to stare at your big tits, or not."

My character:

Name: Lucy Smith
Age: 18
Height: 5'7"
Cup size: 38DDD

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Hi, my name is Lucy Smith. I'm an eighteen year old undergrad here at Florida State University (the Miami campus, if you want to be real specific about this kind of stuff). I'm a studious kind of gal, even though Miami is a bit of a party city. Don't worry, I don't go too crazy around here - I'm smarter than that and stay away from all the alcohol and drugs and whatnot. In fact, my main priority is getting out of this state and going into some Ivy League medical school...with a scholarship. Don't get me wrong, I had the grades to get into one - I just didn't have the money for it. So, I'm here living with my roommate at a crappy two bedroom apartment, saving as much money as I can for when I graduate in about three years from now.

Between classes, making videos on YouTube, working out and part-time work, I find myself hanging out with my boyfriend of two years, Derek McIntosh. He was pretty much the perfect boyfriend - sensitive, sweet, handsome and smart. He was a little overprotective about me, especially around campus but after a few recent discussions, I think he's calmed down a bit. Though, it's funny to see him get jealous when I put up pictures on Instagram. I didn't crave attention, mind you - I would take pictures like this ironically!

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Anyway, back to the situation - after Amanda rudely interrupted by recording, she went on about how I don't hang out with her often and that I need to socialize more with 'real' people...aside from Derek. I don't know how she did it, but after like an hour she convinced me that maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to go (I suppose though that it didn't hurt that she offered to pay 100$ more of rent, if I went. Score!).

"So...you promise you'll go?" she asked, trying to do a 'puppy dog' kind of face. You know the kind; the one where someone looks at you with eyes, just begging you to do something. Yikes. The worst part of it all is that I knew Amanda well enough to know that she had a whole lot of pride.
"Yes." I said with a laugh "I give up."
"Good, because you have to wear a costume!" she added while I flipped my arms in frustration.
"Seriously?! You're telling me this now?!" I practically yelled while Amanda grinned widely.
"Come on, I'll even help you pick some costume out! You go to those nerdy conventions, so you should have loads!"
"It's comic-co- You know what, never-mind..." I replied, in an ever so defeated tone.
...

Then, through Amanda's charismatic personality, I found myself standing in front of a mirror, looking at myself in this costume that she helped me pick out.

My incomplete Master Chief cosplay suit. A lot of skin was exposed mainly because I never had the time to complete this thing. Quite frankly, I thought that I looked bizarre - clunks of hard plastic on some parts, practically bare skin on others.

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Derek wasn't going to be too happy about this. Like I said, a lot of skin was showing, despite the "armor". This was especially true for my behind, which my plump cheeks were barely covered from it's piece. In fact, I'm pretty sure you could see my cotton black panties, and maybe even both undercheeks. Thankfully my breasts were easily supported by the thick plastic material though...

"Let me text Derek about this." I then said while Amanda practically jumped in joy. She did some texting of her own, while I got ready to convince my boyfriend to come with me to this stupid party.

 

[Bevatoria]

It didn't dawn on me first where I'd seen her before, and Amanda either hadn't seen it fit to tell me, or didn't care. The party was jumping, with music playing in the background, people talking and laughing, and pretty much every type of character and genre represented in the range of costumes for people dotting the room. I'd already made the joke about 'searching' a couple of scantily dressed mummies in the room, but I resisted temptation as my eyes stayed on the lookout for her.

I spotted a familiar shock of red hair, and then the rather revealing master chief costume that accompanied it. Well, if parts of it were to be missing, I was glad it was the parts that showed her body off...I looked her over appreciatively across the room, and then realized who it was. It was Lucy, all right, and not only was it her, but now I knew that I had seen Lucy somewhere else...on a series of youtube videos.

Her reviews were decent, sure, but I watched it for the same reason everyone else did: to watch a hot busty chick talk about geek stuff. Hey, I'm just a shallow as everyone else, and at least I can try to back it up with some charm. Anyways, I made my way over to her; she seemed to be either waiting for someone or perhaps said 'someone' was already here. There was a guy hovering nearby but I ignored him with a smile.

"Hi there. Welcome to the party. I'm Mark, the host..." Giving her a blatant once over as I toyed with my 'police belt', I met her gaze expectantly. "Nice costume. A shame Master Chief isn't a hottie like you."

 

[AnnieD]

It took quite a bit of convincing and begging, but eventually my boyfriend (although really reluctantly) agreed to come with me to the party that Amanda was making such a big deal of. I played the whole "it'd be great practice for Comiccon" angle to get him to come with me. Big hep that did me; Derek was pouting like a big baby once we got there and he realized that it was more of your typical college party and that Amanda wasn't even around, making it seem like it was entirely my idea. Either I was too into the role of Master Chief and felt that it was my duty to scout out the area with my skimpy armor and fake assault rifle, or that I wanted a break from Derek's guilt tripping, but regardless there was a bit of distance between him and I.

Which gave some guy the chance to talk to me.

...

"Hi there. Welcome to the party. I'm Mark, the host..." the taller man said, playing with his belt as he stood in front of me. He was an attractive college senior, to say the least; well built and confident, I assumed that he must have been some frat boy or jock. In other words, someone who was on the complete opposite side on the social ladder "Nice costume. A shame Master Chief isn't a hottie like you."

I chuckled when he gave me that compliment.

"Thanks, though careful with hitting on me, I have a gun." I joked, pointing my fake rifle towards him. "My name is Lucy, it's nice to meet you Mark. This is Derek...my boyfr-"

I was going to point him over to my boyfriend, but in a flash he was gone. Maybe he saw someone he knew from his video game club.

"Huh, well, looks like it's just the two of us for now." I added with another chuckle. "Sorry about that."