Pretty alright... mostly.

It was awkward at first, David, Laylah, and Fatima were friendly folks, but all three found it a bit awkward to begin getting into the groove of the party. David and Laylah knew a good portion of the people at the party, some from college, but mostly from their high school. Fatima knew even less people, and was a bit shy, especially when nobody recognized her costume.

After a while, Laylah noticed Fatima was a bit reserved and she got them some punch. They drank it with David on the couch for a while and just chatted between the three of them.

Two cups later and the three were feeling a bit more social. To the point that Laylah, who was ironically more of a lightweight than Fatima, got her up to dance in the small crowd of revelers in the living room. They laughed and danced their hearts out. Perhaps too much, as on more than one occasion, Fatima had to reach out and slide one of Laylah's big tits back into her top, having popped out from her vigorous dancing.

David would have been a bit more protective of his boob-poppin' pal, but he was locked in conversation on the couch at the edge of the room with a beautiful girl dressed as Chel from Road to El Dorado. He was so distracted by this gorgeous girl, dressed as one of the hottest characters from one of his favorite childhood movies, that he failed to notice the little tears growing in size on the seams of Fatima's tight leotard as she danced with Laylah...

Eventually Chel had to meet up with some friends and she got up and left. As David slid a napkin with her phone number into his jeans pocket, Fatima walked up and stood before him.

"You wanna dance, Dave?" She asked, lifting her skull mask and giving him a slightly tipsy smile.

"Huh? Oh, no I got two left feet, haha." David dismissed weakly.

"Hmph. Kay, I get it. You and every other guy here. Only person who wants to dance with me is Laylah and that's cuz she's drunk." Fatima said, looking annoyed now. David wanted to say something comforting to his pretty friend, but was distracted by his other friend still on the dance floor. In the night, it wasn't really noticable, but now that she was in the light of the house, her round booty shaking up a storm in a bad dance, David noticed Laylah's skirt was... rather sheer.

As Laylah's ass swayed from side to side, he could see Laylah's black and white striped panties under her semi-transparent dress! Further compounding the horror, those panties were currently halfway down her butt, the bottom swinging around between her legs, if he didn't do something quick, they'd fall down!

"David! You listening to me?" Fatima said, no longer looking annoyed, but a little betrayed? Oh shit was she about to say something serious? Had she already been?!

"Uh-uhhh the music's a little loud could you repeat that last part?" David said hastily, trying not to look at Laylah's panties sinking lower and lower, inch by inch not 10 feet away.

"I said I think I might have..." Fatima, realize she didn't want to shout whatever she was going to say to the whole party, decided instead to sit down next to David on the couch and tell him close.

She turned and bent down to sit and...

*rrrrrrrip*