Don’t Judge a Book By It’s (Hard) Cover!

I won’t lie… If you were to ask me to actually narrate what happened from here on out? I wouldn’t be able to. After the insane amount of ****, the lack of oxygen from Faith’s face-fuck, and just the overall diminished mind state I was in right now? I’m lucky to remember my own name. Most of what I am gonna say is pieced together from what everyone at the party told me happened a few years later…

Lying on the ground and giggling, most everyone else was starting to step over me and just treat me like some average drunken skank who can’t handle her **** at a party like this. My eyes were glossy and rolling in my head, one breast was completely on display, and my red solo cup, previously full of my **** drink, had been laid out next to me, completely empty.

My body felt wavy and light, like I was about to be lifted up to the heavens any second. And once my eyes were able to focus for long enough, I caught a glimpse of a beautiful, dark skinned, guardian angel, staring down at me with a wide smirk, as she knelt down next to me and offered her hand.

“Hey there sugar-tits.” Rachel says with a smirk as she grabs my hand that I loosely held out for her. “Why don’t we get you up a little bit?” With that she pulls me up with a strength that made me believe that maybe she had super powers. She pulls me to my feet as I hobble around with jiggly legs and wobbly knees, practically leaning on the much larger woman as she helped lead me to the couch in the center of the party. There was a group of people already on it, but one look from Rachel made them scatter, as she plopped me right down on the couch, and sat next to me with a smile.

“Can’t hold your liquor, can you babes?” She asks with a smirk, letting one finger teasingly dance across my chest, playing with the hem of my dress that covered my one breast, before softly trailing over and tracing around my exposed nipple, as I let out a quick bubbly giggle.

“I can so! You guys just tricked me!” While my words were accusatory my tone was much more playful as my giggle fits only continued to grow. Rachel chuckles as I give her a quick light push, before her eyes trail over me again with a hungry, almost predatory look.

“Tricked you? Darling you seemed to enjoy every little thing you was doing back there.” Rachel says, as one hand started to move onto my thigh, slightly grabbing and squeezing my thick, juicy thigh and massaging me, sending a warm feeling of pleasure up my spine into my brain. “Honestly? I really enjoyed it as well.” She says in a soft growl as she stared me down. A quick blush grew on my cheeks and I giggled again.

“Well… if I’m being honest…” I started to say, a drunken slur to my words as my arms involuntarily began to squeeze my tits together as I looked away awkwardly, really showing off my girls to Rachel now. “I… Was doing it all for you…” I said softly, which caused Rachel to raise an eyebrow, as a smirk grew across her face.

“Oh?” She says, as her hand tracing my nipple became more bold as she squeezed my exposed breast now, as if she was claiming it. “You showed _these puppies _off for me?” She chuckled, as I bit my lip and nodded softly. “And what about Faith? Sucking her cock like that… wiggling that fat ass of yours around… what was that for?”

“To show you what I could do…” I whisper softly, as a soft moan escapes my lips while the woman continues to massage my nipple. “To show you what a slut I could be…” The words just flowed out of my mouth now, and I had no control over them. This woman in front of me just seemed to pull these thoughts out of me, and I couldn’t stop!

“You wanna show me how good of a slut you are?” Rachel says softly, raising an eyebrow as she leans in close, and softly starts to nibble at my earlobe. “You wanna be a good lil snowbunny for me, bitch~?”