Amanda Finds Her Crush At The Party

“Hey, isn’t that Brad? The guy you told Victoria you find super cute? Let’s go say hi.” Evie pointed at a muscular, handsome fella with a stubby blonde beard and long hair cosplaying as Thor, or at least the cinematic version of the norse god.

Alarms began ringing in Amanda’s head. Was that Brad from Accounting class? Was she going to meet the Bradster looking like a stripper?! THE BRAD? A pit formed on Amanda’s stomach so deep you could extract oil from it. The situation was so dire that Amanda’s brain returned to the control room. “W-w-wait, you can’t!”

“Hey, dude, nice party, isn’t it? I’m Evie, and this is my neighbor Amanda, how do you like our costumes?”

Brad almost spilled his drink looking at Amanda. To be fair, so did the other three guys he was chatting with. “Wow, they are… wow… Hey, I recognize you, don’t we go to the same accounting class?” He asked, somehow finding the composure to lift his eyes from the magnetic pull on Amanda’s cleavage.

“Aaahhh errrrr oh?” Nope, the situation was unsalvageable. Amanda’s brain abandoned ship once more.

“Oh, don’t worry, she’s just a bit flustered to speak, which is a bit weird because she was super proud of her slutty Eve costume before we left the house.”

“That’s not true!” Amanda replied, stomping the ground. In doing so, the fig leaf above her shaven sex peeled away from her vagina and fell to the ground. “EEEEPP!” Amanda squealed, going down to pick it up in a hurry. Brad’s eyes seemed ready to pop out of his sockets; Amanda’s ass was thrusted right in front of his face as she bent over.

“Oh don’t worry, that keeps happening. Trust me, the leaf on her left breast is worse, it falls off every fifth minute on the clock.” Evie waved at Brad while taking a drink. “Oh well, another reason to hang out with Amanda tonight, isn’t that right, fellas?”

Amanda stood back up and pressed the leaf against her crotch so hard her fingers left an imprint. At least it was staying put for the time being… the same could not be said of the leaf on her left breast, which had slipped down and abandoned her lovely pink nipple.

“See? What did I tell you?” Evie said, catching the leaf mid-fall. “Hey, Brad. Why don’t you try to do the honor of sticking it back in? All you have to do is lick the leaf and press it against Amanda’s tits. She won’t mind, right Amanda?”

“I…Ah, erm, ah.” Words failed to reach Amanda’s lips, but her head was bobbing slightly, her mouth curved into a sheepish smile.

“That is a yes. Go ahead.” Evie passed the leaf to Brad, and he licked it before gently pushing it against Amanda’s stiff nipple.

It wasn’t sticking. Brad tried to nudge the leaf into place in a motion that looked like he was massaging Amanda’s breast. The mortified woman bit her lip to stop from squealing. “You have to push it harder,” Evie winked, relishing the sight of Amanda’s turning more and more the color of a tomato.

Brad complied, pressing the leaf harder against Amanda’s chest, almost pushing her back. The leaf finally stuck to her nipple. Brad, Evie, and a couple of the other guys cheered and toasted to the victory. A tired Amanda robotically twisted her head to glare at Evie, having regained just enough composure for one last threat. “Hope you are having a good laugh, cause I’m going to make you pay for this next time we play.”

“Hah, game on! I’d like to see you try.”