Author's note: I finally got around to writing a second chapter and to my surprise it's pretty darn long. I hope you like it. Please leave me feedback and vote for my story if you like it. If you hate it, please leave me feedback and tell me what sucked, but you don't need to vote. :P Thanks! - Moonlit Clover
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"So stop blabbing about how great your plans are and just tell me already," my best friend, Mayson, said with a look of impatience. The girl has the attention span of a stripper on meth. She's lucky she has such a tight little body, cause she sure ain't luring 'em in with her brains. Truth be told, she's about as blonde as they come and the curtains would match the carpet, if she had one, that is.
She's all platinumed up, with perky little titties (which I've felt up my fair share of times, I might add) and a whole lotta horny piled into just 95 pounds of exhibitionist with good follow through. If it weren't for me though, she might never have stepped up her game. In fact, she'd probably still be flashing panties at nerds instead of pussy at firemen and fucking teachers instead of hot guys with a shit ton of money.
When it comes down to it, she's kind of the Chrissy to my Janet, except I look a little more like Jacyln Smith in her day than Joyce DeWitt. Sorry, my dad had a real hard on for 70s tv women. I'm sure I've seen every episode of Charlie's Angels, The Bionic Woman and Wonder Woman, in addition to Three's Company even though I wasn't even born 'til those shows were in reruns. Hell, he probably still rubs one out to Linda Carter's star spangled hot pants every now and then.
I was raised by a pretty laid back set of parents. Growing up, talking about sex was just something we always did. Sometimes I kind of wonder what it would have been like, growing up in one of those southern baptist nightmares where you have to sneak around to get laid. In the early days before their divorce, my parents barely even remembered to close their door. My dad even drove me down to get on birth control and still calls me up just to ask if I'm getting any. He's been in a bit of slump for the past 10 years or so, since my mom left. Sometimes I think he just needs to perv out a bit, thinking about me getting fucked up the ass... I might weigh a little more than Mayson, but I have the ghetto booty and tits to show for it.
"Have a little patience. You know how I love to tease you," I laughed, reaching over and pinching her nipple, which has already perked up at the promise of a good time. Mayson has perfect nipples, not too small but not so big they overtake her b cups. I'd have to say they're the second best set I've ever licked... The first being my own of course, "Remember I told you last week about that guy I met in my Philosophy class who's having a big Fourth of July party?"
Mayson's face dropped for a second, "Cocksucker, your plan isn't 'til July? I'm horny now!"
"Oh ye of little faith. Of course I have plans for today. My pussy needs to be licked by someone other than you for a change." She immediately cheered back up.
Mayson and I aren't really fucking. Hell, we aren't even really bi, we just play with each other a bit to mess with the boys. We have gone down on each other, but only in the presence of one or more gentlemen callers. I particularly like the hardon guys get watching girl on girl - so much more satisfying when you finally let him show you what he can do with it.
"Wait, I thought you said his roommate was a cop? How the hell can anyone throw a great party with law enforcement checking in on shit?"
See? I told you she wasn't the brightest crayon in the box. It hasn't even occurred to her yet that if my friend Alex knows people on the force, that no one is gonna show up to bust the party for underage drinking or having a little weed. I could have waited to see how long this realization would take but I just couldn't muster the patience – besides, I was counting on her being slow on the uptake. It's part of what will make today's plans so much fun.
"His roommate Is a cop and he has asked us to do a little sweet talking to get him and his friends all ready to go next week."
I could see the wheels spinning, proof that the hamster hadn't yet jumped the wheel, which was all I really needed to get her sparked into motion.
"You need to get dressed. You're going for sweet and innocent today, so bust out that little pink tank top with the flowers and that cardigan that matches. You should also wear that white skirt with the eyelet lace, the one you thought was way too long – oh and Mayson," I said, a mischievous grin pulling at the corners of my thick lips, the one that gets her all wet in anticipation, "No panties!"
We didn't really need to sweet talk anyone, it was just an excuse to get a little freaky mid-day, but Mayson is as turned on by the idea of a challenge as she is a perfect pink cock. Obviously, part of my bag is being in control but that's not to say that I don't like a good hard dick. My ghetto booty tends to draw in the big black cock though and I have to admit, though I have "gone back" after my share of black guys, it's never been as hot. I fuck white guys for practical things like grades or rent, but I call black guys up for a good time.
I let Mayson have her challenge but personally I had another goal. Alex said his roommate Brandon was from a well to do southern family, full of over-achieving black men -just my type. What could possibly be better than hooking up with a hot cop with tasty coco colored skin and some money in his bank account?
While Mayson went off to find her best church girl costume, I rummaged through my closet. We couldn't both show up looking like Sunday School teachers but this also was not the time to bust out my new super short, incredibly low cut see through red dress, the one that barely covers my ass cheeks. Instead, I opted for that little peach colored bra with cups so small my nipples always manage to find their way up for air, a very loose and flowy v-cut sleeveless hippie blouse that will allow for a few "unintentional" nipple slips and a tight pair of jeans that show off my ass. I pass over the pair of super high heels since we're supposed to pass as good girls fresh out of college, not sorority sluts gone wild (not that I would ever have been caught dead in a sorority mind you – why sign up for the competition and bullshit philanthropy hours?). I settled on some sequined flip flops. At least they show off my super cute toes and the brilliant hundred dollar pedicure my former Calculus professor paid for. He has a foot fetish. I'm still willing to oblige even though I graduated a couple of months ago.
"You really want me to go out in public looking like a virgin librarian?" Mayson asked walking back out of her bedroom.
"Puss, I don't think any amount of pink and flowers could make you look virginal. We're just going for a little harder to get. You look perfect."
"Syrie, why do you get to look all hot?" she asks, eyeing the ruffle lining the v-neck of my blouse which showcases the inner curves of my D cups, pushed up extra high. What? I was on a mission. To humor her though, I threw my long brown hair into a sloppy ponytail, so as to look a little less planned and picked up a dark red corduroy blazer that said "hippie artist chic – that shaves" more than "please fuck my tits after the board meeting". She seemed momentarily pleased with my concessions.
"We have to go, I'll explain on the drive." I say waving my hand in a dismissing fashion. I just love being in charge.
On the way over I explain that Alex's roommate Brandon is having a barbeque at their house with some of his cop buddies after their softball game. From what Alex told me, Brandon was the token black guy on the team, though by far the best athlete.
"We haven't actually been invited, we're just showing up looking for Alex and when he's not there, flirting our way into an invitation to stay. The goal is to get each of the guys so worked up that they can't wait to see us at the party."
"Worked up? I wanna fuck!"
