A Beautiful Girl

You open the door and look over your visitor. She is thin with nice curves and prodigious breasts. Long black hair cascades down and looks lustrous in the modestly lit hall.

“You did it! How the hell did you do it?”

“Is that you Dean Harris?”

“Please don’t. Just call me Emmy. I had forgotten how good I looked twenty years ago.”

“You are looking hot. You definitely need some wardrobe improvements though. Baggy sweatpants just don’t do you justice.”

“It’s all I had that didn’t fall off me!”

You laugh. “Such horrible problems.”

She giggles. “So can you help me?”

“Of course Emmy. Consider Wyatt, Taylor, and I your new besties.”

She notices Taylor and Wyatt.

“Oh it’s you two from…” she stops and blushes.

Taylor chimes in. “From the video. That was a blast. You really have to try fucking with an audience.”

“Um…I…um…”

“Just kidding. I hope you are ready to party though.”

“That would be cool. But…”

“You can borrow some of my clothes.”

Taylor pulls out a sexy little dress.

“There, you should look hot in this. Go ahead and try it on.”

Emmy looks over at Wyatt.

“Wyatt, just us girls for the moment.”

Wyatt gives a pouty expression. Then steps outside. You watch as Emmy slips out of her sweatpants and loose t-shirt. She really is gorgeous. She has long toned legs, a shapely ass, big teardrop breasts, and full lips. Her black hair partially obscures big brown eyes.

Her soul, while not pure, will be a nice addition.

She slides the dress on and Taylor guides her to a full length mirror. She stares at it in disbelief.

From outside you hear Wyatt.

“C’mon girls, the party has started.”

Emmy looks at you. “There’s a party? It’s Wednesday.”

“There’s always a party, Emmy.”

“Fuck, I love being young.”

Taylor and you laugh.

“Let’s go!”