Wear a sundress, head to the bar

You send a quick text to Tyler, indcating you'll meet them at a bar - they turned 18 recently and you suspect they want to lower your inhibitions a bit. You wonder idly how much lower your inhibitions could get from what happened in the meadow - obviously they want you to be that way around more then people you 'know', although you didn't really know these guys too much before today. You certainly do now.

After quickly slipping on a black bra and thong, you go through your closet and wardrobe, deciding what to wear for bar hopping and your likely events afterwards. Eventually, you come to something that suits your mood - a slinky red spaghetti strap sundress. It's almost thin enough to be nightwear, but you figure the boys and the townsfolk won't mind. It's backless and comes down to near the top of your ass, and buttons down the entire front of it. Your legs are exposed to your upper thighs, and there's a tiny slit in one side that goes to the bottom of your ass, which will show your thong when you sit the wrong way.

You slip it on, leaving one button at the bottom and one at the top undone, which exposes most of your upper chest. Even with the buttons, there's a deep V that shows your cleavage.

After throwing a couple more things in your purse, you grab your own jacket, since you'll need to take your bike if you're drinking, also throwing Michael's jacket over your shoulder as you hop on your bike and head to the bar.

Again, your exposed legs draw a lot of attention but the jacket protects your dress from harm as you take a more mellow pace in your skimpy outfit. You make it to the bar, and stride in, where the 3 boys have already drunk a few and are laughing together.

You toss Michael's jacket at him, and make a show of unzipping yours and slowly peeilng it off your shoulders, and their eyes follow your every move again as they see that your arms, most of your legs, and a lot of your chest and back are exposed.

With a start, you wink at them, drop your jacket in their booth, and head back to the bar, swaying your ass as you hop onto a stool. You know that there's more then just their eyes on you now, and your skin is tingling as you wonder how many guys in the bar are watching you now, and want you.

Still, anyone who wants you is going to have to earn your company, you decide. You wave off the bartender's request for a drink, saying "I'm sure someone will buy one for me." As you look to the right, you see a guy with a shaggy beard and bandana lock his gaze on your body, and you simply stare straight forward, wondering what your next move is....