Ashley

I took only a few steps closer before Ashley turned around and called me over. I did as she asked, stepping up beside her, beer in hand, and joining the group.

“So everyone, I’m sure you know this, but this is Jason, my little brother,“ she started explaining. “I told you he’s gonna be staying with me for a while so I just wanted to introduce him to you all.”

“Hey there,” the first guy I’d met tonight said. “Name's Tom.” He reached his hand out and I shook it. Tom was a few inches taller than me and a lot more muscular. I guessed he played some kind of sport, although I wasn't sure what. Football? His eyes were green and he had a mop top of raven hair. His features looked Asian, maybe half-Asian. His cargo pants were baggy while his broad upper body was clad in a white muscle T and a red and white Letterman jacket with the local college's logo on it. I had to admit, I liked his red and white sneakers. They matched his jacket and shirt and I might have to ask where he got them later. All in all, his outfit was so straight out of a 1980s teen movie, I couldn't figure out if he was a jock or just a nerd with a well-developed pituitary gland dressing up as one to avoid teasing. The Letterman jacket hinted he was varsity, but he could've just bought it online.

“Becky,” the short girl next to him introduced herself, her voice soft. She had a small smile as she looked at me, but when she inadvertently made eye contact, she blushed then quickly looked away. She was the shortest girl I'd met tonight, even shorter than Alice (and that was saying something!) and was clearly much shyer than the other girls I’d had encountered. She looked to be a natural blue-eyed blonde, with a pair of round frameless glasses perched on her little nose and face framed by her curly shoulder-length hair. She was extremely petite too, barely any meat on her, though it looked like she had surprisingly large breasts for her tiny frame. It almost seemed like she was trying to deliberately downplay them with her modest white sun dress and blue cardigan. She was definitely smaller than Alice, but she might've been bustier than Zoey. Possibly a D-cup, maybe a DD with her clothes and bra suppressed them? Her legs were smooth and creamy pale with dainty little feet in a pair of white strappy sandals that matched her dress. I also noticed that the hairband atop her head was the same sky blue as her cardigan.

“Nice to meet you,” I replied. She glanced back up at me, her smiled growing and blushing harder. She was so pale, it made the red stand out more.