Party Girl 24

DISCLAIMER: All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.

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It all started with her big ass.

Ashley had never minded having a big ass. In fact, she had enjoyed the attention it brought her ever since adolescence. Today, however, she silently cursed it. Her high school students had convinced her - with no small amount of effort - to join them in dressing up as part of a Sopranos-themed group Halloween costume, and her role was that of bubbly blonde sexpot Adriana La Cerva.

The character had a famously lascivious fashion sense, and the students had dressed Ashley accordingly in a low-cut leopard print top with a very visible black bra, black pump heels, and an assortment of gaudy gold jewelry. As if that wasn't slutty enough, her fat can was displayed in skintight maroon leather pants. Ashley herself wasn't fat - the trashy leopard print number, stopping just below her breasts, revealed a trim midriff and a narrow waist - but her disproportionately large butt bulged obscenely against the confines of the surrounding leather before tapering into her long, toned legs.

She had protested the pants most of all, but, like with dressing her up as Adriana in the first place, her students took advantage of their close relationship with Ashley to get their way. She had insisted that the costume was inappropriate for a teacher, but at only 24 years old herself, Ashley adored her students and considered them friends. Once they made it clear that they'd have to cancel the group costume if she didn't help, she reluctantly acquiesced. Despite her good looks, Ashley suffered from self-esteem issues; while she referred to herself as a "people pleaser," the behavior stemmed from her deep-seated need to be accepted and liked. There was no way she was going to disappoint the students, and after she caved and agreed to the licentious costume, it was just a matter of time before her objections to the pants were quieted too.

The pants were also a bit too small for Ashley's legs - let alone her huge butt - which she only noticed once she had started to put them on. She realized that with the Halloween party only an hour away, there was no time to ask the students about a wardrobe change; she needed to get the pants on no matter what. After a prolonged and futile bout of tugging and straining, she discovered that with her legs lubricated and her panties removed, the pants just barely stretched over the top of her butt cheeks. Ashley turned around to look at her backside in the mirror and grimaced as the leather rubbed uncomfortably against her pussy - then grimaced again when she saw that the tip of her ass crack was still visible. At this point, she didn't have time to take the pants back off, and wasn't even sure if she'd be able to; she resolved to just minimize the time spent facing away from people at the party.

Ashley turned back around and winced a little at how the leopard-print top and trashy black bra squeezed her breasts inward and upward so that the three gold necklaces she was wearing fell neatly between her cleavage. No matter, she thought; no one's going to try anything with a teacher, and if they do, I'll set them straight. As she tied her dirty blonde hair into a loose ponytail, Ashley gazed worryingly at the crumpled panties on the ground, and then into the mirror at her oversized gold hoop earrings and the heavy black eyeshadow framing her blue-green eyes. This was going to be a rough night, but she'd make it through somehow.

Forty minutes later, she approached the house hosting the party, already an emotional wreck. Ashley had been catcalled several times on the way there, and every time she imagined the worst and braced herself to see a fellow teacher doing the catcalling - but it never was. It wasn't something she'd have to worry about at the party itself (she was told that the party was only for "cool teachers" and that she was the only one in that category, which made her beam with pride), but the possibility of being spotted by an adult she knew on the way there had frayed her nerves tremendously.

Ashley was also horrified to discover that the hot and cramped conditions inside the leather pants were causing a considerable amount of sweat to pool up in her crotch and ass crack - and there were no panties there to soak any of it up. She had almost dabbed at it with her fingers to capture some of the moisture, but stopped herself at the last second when she realized that would leave an easily identifiable odor on her hand. With no way to remove it, she was forced to leave the sweat where it was, inhaling sharply every time her overheated pussy mound chafed against the rapidly dampening leather - especially the more sensitive parts.

One thing she knew is that she couldn't afford to have the sweat show through her pants; she was well aware of what it would be mistaken for, especially given her scandalous outfit. Maybe I can pull the pants away from my crotch a little so there won't be so much contact, Ashley reasoned to herself. Looking around and not seeing anyone, she grabbed the material by the thigh area and pulled downward, twisting and shimmying to try to coax the pants lower. Satisfied that she had felt the pants move, she glanced down and was mortified to see that her shaved pubic area and a hint of her outer lips were poking up past the waistband. Quickly, she tried to yank the pants back up - but it was to no avail. Her legs weren't lubricated anymore, and the pants wouldn't budge. And... oh no. Panicking, her hands moved to her rear, where, as she had feared, the tops of her buttocks were jutting lewdly out of the now low-rise pants, along with what felt like at least a couple of inches of very moist ass crack.

The front door of the home opened. Ashley felt dazed as friendly voices and hands swept her inside the dimly lit house and the door closed behind her. Her entrance was immediately met with cheers, a call of "God damn!" and a couple of wolf whistles. Ashley froze as a muscular arm draped over her shoulder from behind, the hand casually resting on her chest and briefly tracing a finger up her cleavage.

"Hey there, party girl," a familiar voice whispered. "Let's party."