Not enough time!

You can't risk it. Grabbing the clothes, you dash back to your room.

The thong slides up, fitting snugly against you and even rubs pleasurably against you. The skirt is a little harder to figure out, but eventually you manage to clasp it around your hips. It's way too short, only covering down to your upper thighs and leaves far too much to the imagination. While the tank top is easy to get on, the lack of a bra is all too obvious, with your nipples straining against the fabric.

You hear the front door open and then close. So, not your sister, she would have gone through the garage. Shit, that means it's probably a guy, and here you are dressed like a sex toy. Not good.

"Yo, Jimmy are you here?"

One of your brother's friends then. You peak out the door hoping to catch a glimpse only to come face to face with Dylan. One of your brother's long time friends, he was pretty average: about 5'10, black hair, blue eyes. Not a total loser like your brother, but not really "normal".

His eyes widened in shock, and then traced their way across your whole outfit. A smile emerged on his face, "Well hello, and who might you be?"

Shit, you hadn't thought of a name yet. "Uhh, I'm Tiffany, one of John's friends" you manage to blurt out. Tiffany? of all the names you had to pick Tiffany.

Dylan's grin got even wider, "gotcha, do you know if Jimmy's here, he's not answering his phone."

"No he isn't, he and John went out earlier" Great, maybe Dylan will leave now. The less guys are around, the lower the chances of getting pregnant right?

Dylan leans against the door frame as he gets a little closer, "Well do you mind if I wait around here for him?"