Danger, Katie Moore! Danger!

It had to be nine o’clock but the house was lit up. Shit! Looking at the driveway I saw group of cars, including Darlene’s. Darlene was my father’s girlfriend. A school-teacher and a bit of prude, but nice. She was good for him. I had forgotten she was planning a get-together with some of her friends. There had been a lot of turnover at the school and the teachers had taken it on themselves to host some getting-to-know-you gatherings at each other’s houses. Let people get to know their spouses, kids, dogs, etc. I didn’t dislike Darlene, but Daddy had known I was leery of being introduced as “My boyfriend, our host’s, daughter.” Not that I had a problem with Darlene but I just knew it would be deadly boring. Daddy had hinted that I could spend the night at a friend’s if I wanted to.

I knew I couldn’t get inside without someone seeing me. I knew I didn’t want to have to explain my stripper-look. The downside to a bunch of teachers is that they take all too much of an interest in kids. I was 18, but I was still in school, and hence, to them, a child. Darlene had always had a bit of a problem trying to handle me like I was eight. No harm, but a lot of hands-on. In all fairness, she knew she went a little over-the-top and that was part of the reason she and Daddy weren’t actually living together. She knew I needed space and genuinely wanted to make sure I had it. She couldn’t help caring. But she also wouldn’t be able to help saying and doing something if she saw me sauntering around in a micro-kilt and an all-too-small blouse. It wouldn’t be good for me and it wouldn’t be good for them. Daddy and Darlene tried not to discuss me too much. Ever since mom had moved to England he had been determined to prove he was a great father, and generally he was. He tried to keep track of me without being smothering, and everything was secondary to me. Darlene, on the other hand, couldn’t help being an educator. Their biggest arguments had always spiraled out of little disagreements, usually over what was best for me. God only knew what this one would look like. Not good, that was for sure, especially when I knew that someone in that group would just have to notice that I reeked of cum.

So I stepped back and considered my options. Sarah! I could call her and let her know I was coming. She could sneak me in and I could shock her with my newfound love of cock and dirty talk. Hunching down behind a bush, trying to ignore the cool breeze as it tickled my pussy, I fished out my phone and punched in her number.

“Hey Katie, what’s up?”

“Listen, Darlene’s got a bunch of people over and I really don’t want to spend the night at my place. Can I bunk with you?”

“Oh shit, I’m out with Josh right now.” Josh was her latest boyfriend and a real creep. “I’ll be back in a couple hours. Or, I guess you could meet up with us?” Her tone was mixed. She wanted to help but she knew I didn’t like Josh. It would have been awkward with a capital ‘A’ even if I could stand the guy.

“Tell you what,” I said, determined to meet her half-way, “I can probably keep myself entertained for a while. I call you around midnight? You can let me in.”

“The window?”

“Yeah,” I said shortly.

“What have you done now?” she teased. Sarah always snuck me in her window when I was hiding something. Our parents didn’t know about half our sleep-overs. No harm in it, for the most part. We just liked to have secrets together. She also loved to shock me, like the time she made me model a baby-doll. Well, now it was going to be my turn.

“I’ll tell you when I see you. So, call you?”

“Definitely, I’ll be waiting.” We said goodbye and hung up.

Well, that would take care of explaining myself to Daddy tonight, but it wouldn't help with the rest of the evening. Darlene and her co-workers were still at my house and probably would be for at least a couple more hours. Meanwhile, the temperature was definitely dropping, and my bare legs and mid-section were starting to register the drop-off. My nipples and abused clit were also taking notice of the chill. I tried pacing back and forth, rubbing my chest and sides. All that did was get me horny and wet, bringing the chill back with a vengeance. My house, meanwhile, was warm and inviting.