My filthy rich family had recently engaged me to attend one of those bygone social blights known as a debutante for the much harangued daughter, my cousin Esme Valkhorff. For this extravagance, they even invited the estranged black sheep of the family, or in this case a pink-triangle bespeckled one.
I should describe myself I guess. I'm 5'10" blonde, with big brown eyes and a nice thin figure. I'm especially proud of my breasts, and to judge by the opinion of others, rightly so. I wear my hair long and my skirts short and cause no end of bereavement to my male friends because of my condition. I'm lesbian and my socially important family cannot admit my presence in 'The Family.' Of course only my mother knows, my other relatives would die of embarrassment. So on that fateful eve I had waylaid one of my friends, Allen, into being my date. He was a sweet most intelligent boy, the kind I prefer to associate with, but very sarcastic and enamored of the coffee-shop life. Allen himself was quite handsome, being 5'8" with brown hair and eyes and devastatingly attractive in a boyish way. At least I wouldn't be alone in the sublime misery of the faux-aristocrat atmosphere. These people are so damned sure of their superiority. I'm sure I have an uncle somewhere hoarding piles of Confederate currency in case the South should rise again. Baton Rouge is full of them.
After the arrival Allen and I made the requisite kisses and congratulations to my loathsome cousin and her friends. These girls had grown up around me and were quite fond of me, though we hadn't seen each other for years. I looked around and was stirred by the difference in them; Angelie and Josie had matured in a pleasant way, and were attempting to show the high school boys their charms. For the most part I was disgusted by the fakeness of it all, but at least I got to see some well-dressed young tail. If those preciouseuses had any idea... "I love your dress, turn around for me. Oh!" And Allen smirked in the corner with his drink.
"Jennifer," he said putting his arm around me in mock affection, "I had no idea your cousin had such adorable little friends." The girls giggled, it's not every day a College guy takes notice of them. He was trying to maintain his aloofness, but the tightness of their dresses ruffled even his composure. As for myself, I'm glad I didn't drink, or I may have said something to one of them, especially Angelie, the short brunette I had known as a feisty compatriot in times past. She was still feisty, but now it was with a bit more suggestion. She leaned over a few times too often in Allen's direction. He merely gripped me a little tighter and said to me, "How nice your friends are Jen," with clenched teeth. That tight black skirt of Angelie's was perhaps a size 0 on a girl size 2.
A little later I had made the rounds. Telling my cousin all the glad societal garbage so required, and went over to the guest room to see what was going on. Most of the acquaintances had left, and the parents had retired to their 'wing' so there was no one around except my cousins 3 girl friends, chatting about senior high school crushes and cetera. Allen couldn't leave until I did but he amused himself with being the only guy in a situation that could have gone any number of pleasurable ways. I pressed myself against him and said, "Dear, if I can't touch them neither can you. Besides, the family would die!" He laughed and told the giggling troupe not to worry, Jen was just his friend. Their feigned 'dreadful's' and 'horrid's' had dissolved like their personalities after a few hours of sipping their '90's mint juleps, rum and coke. I was an abstainer and Allen was a veteran so our faculties were in full possession.
"Where's my cousin?"
"She got a bit tipsy Jenny and she went to bed. But we're staying over, come and tell us all the wonderful things that you're doing at college." We sat. I looked over at Allen and uncrossed my legs, maybe that slit was a bit high as he had told me. Anyway, on chairs I'm sure the girls could get a nice view of the possibilities from their vantage point on the floor. Angelie in particular got a bit quieter, as she was directly across from me. Allen had his eyes all over Gabrielle, the shy one with short blond hair and a cute face. I don't know why she always had a problem finding boyfriends; she was short and thin and had that innocent look that so appeals to predators like Allen. I was going to have to watch him. Angelie on the other hand just exuded 'Sex' and you could see she was in the mood. Absently fingering the button on the front of her shirt. It was already undone once and her perky little 34 C's could be seen if you were so disposed to look. Josie was the prissy one of the bunch, red-haired and know-it-all, but she didn't know much about this. Allen and I were going to have a bit of fun. Josie included.