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I was always told I was a tease... I guess it all came around to bite be in the ass.
I was 18 at the University of London, getting my sociology degree. my first term so far all but sucked. I was failing all my classes, I hadn't gone to any parties and I hadn't hooked up with any boys. It was ridiculous. I'd never called myself thirsty before, but quite frankly I could really use a good fuck. The only social contact I seemed to have was with the girl I shared an apartment with: Crystal. No, she wasn't a stripper, but with a name like that you wouldn't know otherwise.
It was 31st October and a Saturday, so there were a dozen halloween parties on around my campus. I had gone out and bought myself a particularly raunchy playboy bunny costume from a little boutique on the edge of town. The kind of place that you wore sunglasses and a large hat when you walked in. It was black latex with a built-in zipper between my legs, going up to my ass. Of course, I wasn't planning on needing it for my ass: I am not that kind of a girl!
The outfit came with several optional accessories, not least of which was a fluffy puffy bunny tail, elegantly presented on the end of a small metal butt plug. The box didn't boast such a statement and instead just showed the girl with a little bunny tail. I suppose it did state in bold letters: 'ADULT PLAYBOY SLUT' on the front, but damn: I didn't expect this.
Tossing the sex ornament into my little clutch bag, I looked through the other accessories, which all were much more mundane and included a pair of bunny ears stuck onto a hair band, a little white silk bow tie and a pair of latex white gloves. As I slipped the outfit on, I felt the latex constrict around me, hugging my supple little teen body.
I looked in the mirror, now all dressed up and gave myself a twirl. My tits looked great. They really showed in this outfit, which was nice because usually my 36C's didn't get as much attention as one might hope. Too many chunky ladies at my school for anyone to care about mosquito bites.
I sat down at the makeup mirror and began to put on my face. 25 minutes later, I was all dolled-up and was ready to party. I had given myself smokey black eye shadow and coated my lips in pink glistening lip gloss. The boys wouldn't be able to keep themselves off me: every one of them imagining my puffy wet lips engulfing their cock.
I headed out my dorm and headed across campus to my choice party, clutch bag in hand. I don't know why I had decided to bring the butt plug; I just had. Before I even started climbing the stairs to Colin's dorm I could hear them shouting and raving. Colin was a freshman in my Quantitative Research class. He always sat in front of me and I will admit I had a little crush on him. He looked like the classic prince charming from the movies: combed back blonde hair, blue eyes, gorgeous lips, toned body, nice deep voice, etc. I felt myself get wet as I climbed. I scolded myself as I felt the damp on my shaven legs in the late night air.
With only a small black g-string between me and the glorified latex lingerie I was masquerading as an appropriate halloween costume, I found myself playing it safe most the night. I never sat down and never bent over. The outfit was hot, sure, but I wasn't going to risk giving the entire party a view of what was underneath.
After a long night of small talk and dancing, I found myself talking with a three fellow freshmen: Two pretty fit guys called Chip and Lionel, and a small asian girl who went by Kimmie. We were stood outside on the balcony whilst the guys smoked, though I'm pretty sure it wasn't tobacco in their roll-ups.
The wind-chill was harsh on my skinny little legs and my feet felt like they should have blood pouring out the bottoms, having endured five long hours in my monstrous 4-inch heels. My head was spinning from all the booze I'd had throughout the night and the weed smoke wasn't helping matters.
Lionel had one last drag of his dying bud and flicked it off the edge, before walking back inside. Kimmie eagerly followed him like a little puppy, leaving me and Chip alone, the door slamming shut around the corner and the noise of the party lowering to nothing above a hum.
