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AnnieD
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I had to put my books away as the floor began to vibrate. With a frustrated sigh, I gave up on my attempt to study for the upcoming midterms, which were just two weeks away. This was the price to pay for me being fortunate enough to live in a luxurious beach house overlooking the nearby waves…and unfortunate enough for living with my parents and younger brother, the former of which were on a business trip (as usual). So being here alone with my eighteen year old brother, he naturally thought to exploit the situation by inviting practically his entire school into our place for a spring break party.
“I knew that I should have rented my own place…” I thought to myself, covering my ears as to mute the distracting sounds. This music wasn't even good - how the hell could they enjoy this stuff? Maybe I was out of touch with my brother's age group already - and yet, it seemed to me that it was just yesterday that I was little miss popular and head cheerleader...
Anyway, it was no use. I thought about my situation carefully and found myself at a crossroads. I could either run the library to study (my college was nearly fifty minutes away) or just try to relax and have some fun myself. I wasn't exactly proud of the prospect of partying with a bunch of high school seniors, given that I was 22 years old, but I told myself that it wasn't so much partying as having idle chitchat and watching over them. In fact, I would be doing my parents a favor.
I carefully looked at the window (almost as if I was paranoid that they’d spot me in my room) to see that it was a beach party obviously. What gave it away was the fact that 1) We were on a beach and 2) That all the guys were dressed in swimwear and all the girls were dressed in bikinis...so, as to not stick out like a sore thumb, I decided to dress myself in one as well.
See, the idea of me not sticking out like a sore thumb was a bit naive on my part, given my physique. I mean, I was not that tall, so that wasn't the issue (I stood at about 5’9). But I was er…a bit more developed than most of the women here, what with my long legs, fit abs (thank you years of cheer-leading), perfect backside and a huge pair of breasts. Yes, I say that last one with just a bit of pride - they were all natural, gave me free drinks at bars with no effort and got me my part-time modeling gig. It was so sweet, you have no idea.
As soon as I stepped outside, I heard the whistles and calls of horny men but ignored them all. First things first, I suppose that I needed to spot my brother, Nick. But of course, he was nowhere to be found so I didn't know what to do exactly. That’s when I met up with a group of girls, who were apparently the cheer-leading squad of Nick’s high school and recognized me from the photos in the school gym (I had won a few trophies for them and became a legend. No big deal). We chatted and everything seemed great, until a man walked by and they whispered and giggled.
Tanya, the taller of them told me “Oh, that’s Tyler. He’s a notorious skirt chaser and a sleaze bag from our school. You should be careful around him.”
I scoffed, I think, as I replied “You don’t need to worry about me. I can handle boys; besides, I’m already in a relationship.”
“If you say so. Though you might want to hide those from him."” she replied with a laugh, as I playfully covered myself from her eyes.
She continued: “Anyway, we’re going to ditch the party and sneak into a club. Want to come with us?”
“I think that I’ll pass.” I respectfully said and so, they were off.
And then, I saw from the corner of my eye Tyler approaching fast, almost as if he wanted to get to me before anybody else did. Hm…maybe I could teach him a lesson? He needed to be put down, I think, and I would if he tried anything with me…
(( Closed! ))
“I knew that I should have rented my own place…” I thought to myself, covering my ears as to mute the distracting sounds. This music wasn't even good - how the hell could they enjoy this stuff? Maybe I was out of touch with my brother's age group already - and yet, it seemed to me that it was just yesterday that I was little miss popular and head cheerleader...
Anyway, it was no use. I thought about my situation carefully and found myself at a crossroads. I could either run the library to study (my college was nearly fifty minutes away) or just try to relax and have some fun myself. I wasn't exactly proud of the prospect of partying with a bunch of high school seniors, given that I was 22 years old, but I told myself that it wasn't so much partying as having idle chitchat and watching over them. In fact, I would be doing my parents a favor.
I carefully looked at the window (almost as if I was paranoid that they’d spot me in my room) to see that it was a beach party obviously. What gave it away was the fact that 1) We were on a beach and 2) That all the guys were dressed in swimwear and all the girls were dressed in bikinis...so, as to not stick out like a sore thumb, I decided to dress myself in one as well.
See, the idea of me not sticking out like a sore thumb was a bit naive on my part, given my physique. I mean, I was not that tall, so that wasn't the issue (I stood at about 5’9). But I was er…a bit more developed than most of the women here, what with my long legs, fit abs (thank you years of cheer-leading), perfect backside and a huge pair of breasts. Yes, I say that last one with just a bit of pride - they were all natural, gave me free drinks at bars with no effort and got me my part-time modeling gig. It was so sweet, you have no idea.
As soon as I stepped outside, I heard the whistles and calls of horny men but ignored them all. First things first, I suppose that I needed to spot my brother, Nick. But of course, he was nowhere to be found so I didn't know what to do exactly. That’s when I met up with a group of girls, who were apparently the cheer-leading squad of Nick’s high school and recognized me from the photos in the school gym (I had won a few trophies for them and became a legend. No big deal). We chatted and everything seemed great, until a man walked by and they whispered and giggled.
Tanya, the taller of them told me “Oh, that’s Tyler. He’s a notorious skirt chaser and a sleaze bag from our school. You should be careful around him.”
I scoffed, I think, as I replied “You don’t need to worry about me. I can handle boys; besides, I’m already in a relationship.”
“If you say so. Though you might want to hide those from him."” she replied with a laugh, as I playfully covered myself from her eyes.
She continued: “Anyway, we’re going to ditch the party and sneak into a club. Want to come with us?”
“I think that I’ll pass.” I respectfully said and so, they were off.
And then, I saw from the corner of my eye Tyler approaching fast, almost as if he wanted to get to me before anybody else did. Hm…maybe I could teach him a lesson? He needed to be put down, I think, and I would if he tried anything with me…
(( Closed! ))
