After the nap...

You wake up from your nap feeling rejuvenated and recovered from the events of the morning. You look around and see that the beach is quite empty, and the sun is low in the sky. Looking at your cell phone, you see that it is 4:30, which means that you only have two and a half hours before you can go home and put some clothes on. Just then, your cell rings, and looking at the screen, you can see that it’s Evette.

“Hey Dani, how’s it going?”

“Great Evette, what’s going on?”

“Well, my parents just informed me that they’re going to be out until tomorrow afternoon, so I figured I’d try to get a few people together for a party and I wanted make sure that you came.”

“Well, that’s nice of you. I’ll definitely be there, but do you mind if I bring Ariel and my sister, Rachel along?” you ask.

“No problem, in fact, I’m pretty sure that I already said something to Rachel,” Evette responds.

“Sounds good, what time should I be there?”

“Be here at nine?”

“Sounds good, Evette. Looking forward to it,” you finish, and you both hang up.

Evette’s something of a punk-rock girl. She was very pretty, and had nice, full lips, and ice blue eyes. Her parents “encourage personal expression” and as soon as she turned 18 she started acquiring piercings and tattoos and had dyed her hair black. Both sleeves of her arms were covered in all manner of trendy stuff; old looking sail boats, anchors, koi fish, cherry blossoms, etc. She had piercings all over, and in gym class, with her tank top on, it was impossible to hide that one of her nipples was pierced. For all that, she is a pretty sweet girl, with a bit of fire in her, and it doesn’t surprise you at all that she’s throwing a party at her house.
You feel perked up substantially at the prospect of having something fun to do for the evening. You call Ariel to tell her about the party and tell her to be sure to dress in something at least a little bit sexy. You lie on the beach for a little longer than head to your car and start driving home.

By the time you step in to the house it looks as though your brother has given up on you making an appearance. You walk in to the kitchen, and see your stepbrother Dwight at the kitchen counter making a sandwich. He turns to look at you before you have time to make a break for your room.

“Hey Danielle… umm… whoever gave your that outfit does not mean you well,” Dwight remarked, using his sandwich to cover the smile on his face.

Dwight was your stepdad’s son by a first marriage, and we was his father’s spitting image. A junior in college, Dwight was a big, burly, red bearded guy. He has been playing rugby all through high school and college, and is a bit of a mountain man as well. His beard was intentionally scraggly, as was his hair. Since the time his father and your mother had gotten together, Dwight had seemed the epitome of old-fashioned manliness, and consequently, you’d always had a bit of a crush on him. Standing in the kitchen in front of him naked you were blushing intensely and feeling really embarrassed for the first time all day.

“I… uhh… can’t put my clothes back on until seven… it’s umm… a dare…” you feebly tried to explain yourself.

“I see… am I going to have to have a little talk with Robert?” Dwight looked belligerently excited by the prospect.

“Well, Dwight, officially, I have no opinion on whether Robert needs a talking to; however, I can tell you, that if Robert were to receive a stiff beating, I would lodge no official complaint either,” you said, before pivoting to a different subject, “so, I’m going to a party tonight with some friends, but are you going to be around tomorrow?”

“Yep, don’t have to head back until Monday night,” answered Dwight.

“Cool, well, we’ll have to hang out tomorrow then” you say as you walk out of the kitchen wiggling your butt a little more than necessary.

Time to head to the party…