Casey's Party

Dressed up in my newly-modified blue dress, I made it to Casey's apartment around 9. I felt a little exposed, and at one point the deep cleavage I had cut into the dress nearly made one of my boobs fall out. I would've worn a bra, but none of them would've worked with the halterneck dress; besides, the excitement of my risque outfit more than outweighed the risks.

"Oh my god, Emily!" Casey squealed as I came in, breaking from a circle of prettier girls in similar dresses. "I love your dress, I haven't ever seen this one before! Come on, we need to pregame before we go!"

I was hustled over to the bar and took a quick shot of vodka, then another, and taking a mixed drink over while all the girls took pictures. I couldn't avoid one or two catching the full extent of how slutty I had dressed, I could only hope my boyfriend wouldn't see any of them and start to wonder. I tried to keep up with the other girl's conversations, but they were all about people I didn't know doing social things I had no experience with, so I mostly just listened and drank. Before too long we were on the way over to the bar, riding with a guy on either side of me in the car, neither of whom I knew. We made a little small talk, but they were mostly looking at their phones, or so I thought, until I caught a stay glance from one down my dress. I heated up, suddenly imagining these two guy's gaze on me, trying to catch a glimpse of my nipples and appraising me. Obligingly, I leant forward a little, the fabric of my dress giving a little slack.

Just then, though, the car hit a pothole, bouncing us all around and knocking one of my boobs halfway out of my dress, enough that they could easily see the pale blue electrical tape covering my nipple, the only thing preserving my decency. Though they both turned away by the time I was tucking it back in, I knew they both got a good eyeful, as did the driver, and could see from the tenting in their jeans that the two guys liked what they had seen. Before I could think about it much more, though, we were at the bar and piling out onto the curb to get in.