Amanda Loses and Goes to the Party as Eve

“Tell me, Amanda. How do my words taste?” Evie asked with a flutter of her wings. She was wearing a white toga, sandals, foam wings, and a cheap halo, she was dressed as an angel.

“Bitter,” Amanda replied with a hot blush. She was “dressed” as Eve, and as a result, her costume consisted of three leaves that tried to hold together to her naughty bits with nothing but cheap glue, grit, and a bit of spit. The ones on her chest were barely big enough to cover her pink areola, and the one near her shaved sex was already halfway down to falling.

But at least those places had cover; there was nothing on her slim behind, or anywhere else for that matter. Amanda wondered if wearing this ridiculous “getup” was more embarrassing than just going naked at the party. The anticipation of a leaf falling off was playing havoc with her already shot nerves.

“Remember, you can’t leave before I do, and I plan to pull an all-nighter!” Evie said with a wink.

Her legs felt heavy like anchors, Amanda could not bring herself to take another step onto the sorority house, so Evie grabbed her wrists and pulled her along. As they walked across the sticky floor, all heads turned to stare at Amanda and her scandalous costume. Some jealous pledges whispered about Amanda’s supposed attention-seeking behavior with quite the impolite words.

Amanda was both keenly aware of all of this and nothing at all. It was as if her brain took a rain check and left her to suffer the humiliating situation. She had no reaction when Evie put a drink in her hand and pulled her towards a group of guys.