(This was originally an erotic roleplay between two people, which has been restructured to read like a story. It was intended to have a sequel, but that unfortunately didn't pan out. It's still worth a read on its own though. If you like rampant wish-fulfilment, this is the story for you.)
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Amidst the dazzling lights and thumping music of the disco, Megan emptied her drink. She was a beautiful girl of 18, with chin-length black hair, piercing green eyes and a pair of full, kissable lips dyed a dark red. Tonight was her night out, so she wore a provocative outfit: a red top that wrapped tightly around the swell of her ample breasts and left her midriff bare, some skinny jeans that showed off her rounded hips and firm ass, and some knee-high boots with low heels.
She'd already done her fair share of dancing, switching from guy to guy, all of whom were eager to grind themselves against her luscious body. Too eager perhaps. It was all too obvious that they were all trying to get into her pants, and their flirting methods weren't subtle, nor very original. On another night, she might have been flattered, and might've considered taking one of the more handsome guys outside for a make-out session. But today she wasn't feeling it, their approaches felt stale to her.
Her friend Sophia was beside her, casually leaning against the bar. She too was gorgeous, with caramel-coloured skin, long wavy hair dyed blonde, chocolate-coloured eyes and full, pouty lips. Tonight she wore a short red dress that ended right below her hips, showing off her long, smooth legs. The dress was low-cut, to grant an enticing peak into the deep cleft between her heavy, bronzed melons. "I don't mind leaving either. But it's no fun to call it a night," she said. "Maybe we can gather some girls and hang out somewhere. Just the few of us, you know?"
Megan pursed her lips in thought. "My parents are out of town all weekend. We could have a sleep-over! Just like we used to do in middle school, with Saya and Shelly."
Sophia excitedly clasped her hands, smushing her breasts together inside her dress. "That sounds fantastic! We can go find the other girls, then meet at the exit. Alright?"
The girls agreed and split up to search the partying crowd for their friends. After a brief search, and having to avoid a few more pressured advances, four girls exited the disco, into the cool night air.
"You came just in time, Megan," Sayako said as they walked down the street. Saya was a beautiful Japanese girl, with long black hair in a ponytail, a pair of small round glasses perched on her delicate nose, and a pair of firm, pouty lips. She was short and slender, but still nearly as well-endowed as Megan, with full, rounded breasts and a perky little ass. Her outfit was a little more modest, with a tight white button-up shirt and some normal jeans, but even so her enticing figure was evident. "Jason was hitting on me hard. I thought I'd never get away."
"Hey, Jason is pretty hot though," Sophia answered. "Why the haste to leave?"
"He might be handsome, but he's a tool," Sayako frowned. "He kept telling me how long he's wanted to fuck an Asian girl, as if I'm supposed to find that flattering."
Shelly laughed out heartily. "What did you expect from him? Oh well, I much prefer hanging out with you gals anyways." Shelly was the tallest of the girls, with long red curls, bright blue eyes, freckled cheeks and soft pink lips. She was an athletic girl who loved to play tennis or soccer in her free time, and thus had a lean, toned physique, with a set of thick, strong thighs. Even so, she maintained her feminine shape, with a proud chest and a firm, rounded ass, both of which were shown off in her tight tank top and tiny little shorts. "Honestly, I just wanna hear what slutty things Megan's been up to since last time."
"Oh, shut up Shelly," Megan said, jokingly pushing her aside as the four girls walked down the road together, giggling, towards Megan's house.
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Meanwhile, elsewhere, a slow yawn rolled off Chance's lips as he sank into the old cushioned chair in his bedroom, eyes lazily rolling over the television screen. Maybe watching the first three Star Wars movies for the fiftieth time wasn't the best idea tonight, feeling himself starting to fade halfway through Empire Strikes Back, fighting another yawn from escaping. It was the typical Friday night for him; while most boys and girls his age were up to all sorts of debauchery, it was rare for him to leave his home for anything other than essential reasons. And pizza can be delivered, giving him even fewer reasons to leave. Don't think he was completely mopey or depressed by that fact, far from it. He'd never been the best at making friends, especially when it involved throwing or hitting a ball of some kind, his body still struggling slightly to catch up with the other boys in his class. But he was generally nice and pleasant, always willing to lend a helping hand whenever he could, whether that be picking up some medication for a sick classmate or doing most of the heavy lifting for his lab partner when it came time to dissect frogs. Maybe someday that would change... but probably not tonight, letting out a third yawn as he pushed himself up off the cushions back to his feet.
Weaving his way through the standard messy bedroom of any teenage boy, he nearly tripped over his backpack on his way to bed, hopping in place and catching himself on the bookshelf nearby... only for the shelf to give way, sending him down to the floor, followed by some heavy books pelting him on the way down. Embarrassing himself, now that Chance was good at, even when no one was looking. Fingers ran through the mess of dark chocolate locks spilling from his scalp at the new sore spot on his skull, kicking one of the fallen books and hurting his toe in the process, biting his bottom lip to hold the whimper back. Eventually he pushed himself up off the floor, stretching to his full five foot seven, tugging at the loose blue jeans hanging from his waist to straighten them out. His little fall had started to pinch down below, a near constant problem Chance developed when puberty finally struck.
Slipping out of his green tee shirt, he tossed it to join the rest of his clothes on the floor, and dropped himself down, strategically this time, to bounce on his bed with a comforting sigh. A slight hint of muscle had started to develop on an otherwise slender physique, shifting under his skin as he squirmed into a comfortable spot. It was still a bit early for bed, but it wasn't as if Chance had anything better to do. And besides, tomorrow he had... not much planned either. Ah well. The television still on providing a sliver of background noise, brown-tinted pools starting to blink close as he found his pillow, only a few moments from slipping into sleep. Phone sat on his nightstand, plugged in and charging, close enough for him to hear should anyone need him in the middle of the night. But what were the odds of that happening?
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