Compliment Amy

You think carefully what you can say without sounding like a creep...

"Nice to meet you Amy, you look very- urm..."

Slender? - maybe...

__Cute? -no.

__Sexy? - no!

__Fuckable? - definitely no!

You realise you have paused too long as both girls at looking at you intently.

"Very..." you look her up down - long slender legs, tight waist, small pert mounds, cute button nose and large brown eyes, wavy thin blonde hair.

"Very... athletic," you say. "Do you do track and field or something?"

"Eew running! No, I'm a dancer silly. Jazz, tap and ballet." And with that she gives a quick pirouette. As she spins her loose skirt floats outwards enough to offer a glimpse of her tight butt clad in black lycra sports underwear.

"I'm pretty good too. I bet you can't do this," then as if she read your mind she raises her leg straight up in front of her until her knee is level with her face and her foot high above her head. She holds it there proudly - her lycra clad crotch also proudly on view for all to see!

Her inner thighs are slim and toned, and with her leg raised high it pulls her lycra gusset taut and you can just see the start of the pale skin of the mound of her vulva. Her skin is perfectly smooth and as far as you can see hairless, and were is covered looks smooth too - I guess she has to stay well waxed if she's in the habit of offering views like this during her dance routines! The tight lycra shows the contours of her outer vaj lips which form just a thin slit that looks impossibly tight.

You eyes rove up and down, lingering as long as possible on her pussy.

"Okay, I think that's enough showing off Amy," says Claire as she steps in front of you blocking the view.

"I'm not showing off, I'm just showing him what I can do. Jealous cos you can't do it?"

"Whatever Amy, why don't you go get Mum and Dad."

Amy lowers her leg.

"Oh, here," you hand Amy her present. "It's Irish Cream Liquor, now you're 18 you can finally try ****," you joke.

"Ooo! Thank you!" She snatches it from you with glee.

"You'd better hide it though Ames, you know what Dad's like."

And with that Amy races off down the hallway.

You quickly rearrange your almost fully erect cock into a less noticeably bulging position and pull your t-shirt down to cover it before Claire notices