Chapter 2: Getting Ready For the Party

Finally the day of the party arrived. Sitting back on my bed, I debated as to what I should wear. Having never been to anything like this before, I didn’t exactly know the protocol. Again, Beth had been a bit vague on this as well, saying only that “anything” I wore would be alright. Well, THAT certainly helped a lot! Should I go as a conservative church girl wearing jeans and a full blouse, perhaps even going so far as to don a bra and panties; or should I dress as the classic school slut, wearing just a tight skirt with no panties and a sheer top? Not surprisingly, I finally settled on something in between.

Somewhere in my closet I found a nice plaid skirt that my mom had bought me a few years back for a church dinner. I’d grown a bit taller since then so it would’ve been inappropriate to wear to church any more but it was perfect for tonight. The hem came down to a little above mid-thigh, far enough to keep my ass covered should I bend over but high enough to draw attention in a crowd. When I tried to pull it up I found my ass had grown more than I had realized as it is pretty tight, especially around my butt, which was fine with me as it made it pretty obvious that I am not wearing any panties.

The material was more sheer than it first appeared, so much so that if I hadn’t been shaving my crotch I would have had to wear panties because the dark outline of my pubic hair would have shown through the thin cotton in the right light. Since I WAS shaved I decided to go sans panties as the skirt was barely long enough to let me sit without my bare ass showing. Besides, this wasn’t exactly church I was going to!

To go along with the skirt, I chose a cute peasant girl halter - the type that has no shoulder straps but your arms still fit through sleeves. It was also made of thin cotton and without a bra my nipples visibly poked through even without being excited so I could only imagine what they would look like if once I got horny. A plain pair of white heels finished off my outfit, not quite spikes but still a couple of inches that helped make my legs look tight and sexy.

As always, my hair remained as an issue. Over the years I’ve tried about everything to do something with it, only to be met with bitter disappointment every time. I even experimented with going light blonde for a while which was probably my biggest fashion disaster of all time! My problem is I have the curse of straight hair which has no body without the aid of tons of expensive hair products. Although I can eventually get it to look full bodied and wavy, if only people knew what it took to achieve that!

From past experience I knew a heavy session of sex typically destroyed all my efforts anyway so given my expectations for this evening, there wasn’t much sense in putting in the hours of effort to do it up fancy. In the end I decided to just tie it back in a simple pony tail. Actually, this had the added benefit of making it such that I wouldn’t have to keep brushing it out of my face while sucking someone’s cock, assuming I actually did such a thing. Somehow I thought the odds of THAT were pretty good!

With my outfit laid out on my bed, I went to the bathroom where I took a long hot shower. After a quick shave of my underarms, legs and pussy (I had just shaved them the previous morning so they weren’t too bad), I washed my legs and worked my way to my crotch where my fingers passed over my pussy and clit, making me shiver just a little. Any other time and I most likely would have lingered a while longer, maybe even a LOT longer. As tempting as it was to play with myself for a while, I knew that Beth would be over soon and besides, something told me I’d be getting plenty of stimulation before much longer.

Afterward my shower I dried my hair and brushed it out, then worked on my makeup. Unlike some girls I know, I’ve never been a big one for dumping on the makeup but a bit of eye shadow and blush never hurt. Thank god the dreaded zits seemed to finally have given their quest for ruining my life! Fortunately, I never had a severe case of acne but even one pimple was one too many. The last thing I wanted to look like tonight was some immature teenager.

Clean, dry and ready to go, I returned to my bedroom where I quickly dressed. It didn’t take long to throw on the skirt and blouse and the heels simply slipped on. Looking in the full-length mirror in my room, I took stock of my appearance. If there’s a single girl in the world that can look in a mirror and NOT criticize herself, I’ve yet to meet her and I’m not so sure I would even WANT to! Maybe it’s because you know yourself so intimately that every little flaw and blemish seems to stand out like someone’s shining a spotlight on it. Well, my boobs weren’t about to grow any more tonight and my nose was what it was, so I sighed and grabbed my purse as I headed downstairs to wait for Beth.

My mom and dad were in the kitchen so I joined them as it was still at least ten or fifteen minutes before Beth had said she would stop by. They both know my agenda for the evening as I’d told my mom earlier in the week where I was going and what I’d be doing - at least hopefully I would be.