A message from Fagan

Sarah decided to check on her phone first. Her brother could wait and enjoy himself, but she didn't want to miss anything important.
And when she saw the caller ID she was glad that she did: It was Fagan, the cheerful redhead, that she had already thought of earlier in the shower.

And the fellow cheerleader had left her a message on the voice mail.

Hey Sarah, it's me, Fagan. Are you still up for our sleepover tonight? Seiko is already here, and were going to get some sun and work on our tan at the pool. Why don't you grab your bikini and come over already? I'll leave the door unlocked, come on!

Then Fagan added with a hushed voice:

Don't leave me hanging alone with Seiko, pleeeeease. You know how she is, i need someone fun around! But don't tell her i said that!

Sarah had totally forgotten about their planned sleepover, but that settled it: Fagan was always up for anything, and the prospect and image of the willing redhead in a skimpy bikini totally beat the idea of seducing Adam, her own brother. And Sarah's erect girlcock clearly agreed, evident by another surge of precum running down her lengthy shaft. She was also curious to know if her monster couldn't change Seiko's mind about her vows of staying a virgin until marriage. And last but not least, she was really looking forward to working on her tan.

Before long Sarah stood in front of her wardrobe and had found the most skimpy bikini that she owned. The top consisted of some strings with two tiny patches of fabric that barely covered the nipples of her generous breasts. The counterpart bottom piece was equally skimpy, and had no hopes at all to cover her ridiculous futanari appendage. Sarah's bag was also quickly packed with a towel, sunscreen, her favorite baby-doll pyjamas and anything else she needed for the pool or the sleepover.

After slipping on some high-heels Sarah thought herself ready to go, but decided to quickly check herself out in the mirror one last time: Her appearance was really a spectacular sight to behold: Accentuated by the stark contrast of the massive 13 inch pole pointing straight up and reaching the underside of her breasts, the sight of her sexy and otherwise all female body was bound to turn heads and get everyone's attention, and of course the "bikini" left nothing to the imagination. It only dawned slowly to Sarah that it might possibly be a good idea to preserve some modesty and cover herself up a little, if she wanted to make her way over towards Fagan's place without causing chaos and traffic incidents. She picked a wide white blouse to cover her upper body, and it indeed did a good job at first glance.

Now at last Sarah picked up her car keys and was ready to go.