Rachel lures Eve into her house

The two girls sat in Rachel’s idling car, parked on the side of the street between Rachel’s house and the McCormick’s. The energy had changed since Eve had first gotten in the car. No longer was the girl sullen and bratty. Well, she was still a little bratty, but Rachel appreciated that in a girl. Now, the teenager seemed excited by Rachel’s presence, and even **** to leave, to go back to that suburban prison with her all-too-boring parents.

“That was actually a lot of fun,” Eve said, stalling.

Rachel smirked, letting the ‘actually’ part of her comment go. “I’m so glad! I’m guessing your parents will be expecting you back.”

“Actually, not so sure,” Eve shrugged. “My dad has to work an extra long shift today and I think Mom is getting some ‘me time’ or whatever.”

“Oh,” Rachel said, the gears turning in her head. She’d intended to stop here for today, to leave Eve to stew over the tension between them, maybe try on some new clothes and torment her daddy some more. But this development offered her an opportunity, an opportunity to push Eve even further. “Well, if you’re feeling lonely, I could use some company tonight. We could try on some of these new outfits…”

She let the offer hang there, nonchalant and unassuming. Rachel wouldn’t push, that wasn’t how you seduced a teenager. No, you had to make a teenage girl think it was entirely her idea.

“That could be fun,” Eve said.

Rachel grinned. This night was about to get a whole lot better.

Inside, Eve excitedly took her bags of new clothes into the bedroom, while Rachel changed into something more comfortable: a silken pink bathrobe that did little to hide her voluptuous figure, nor the black lingerie she had on underneath.

Before long, Eve returned to the living room in a new outfit. Mesh sleeves that showed off her pale arms, a plaid skirt that was low enough to flash the waistband of bubblegum-pink panties with every movement. It had taken much for innocent little Eve to start looking like a slut.

“You look like trouble in the best way,” Rachel said proudly, letting her eyes linger on Eve’s legs, bare all the way up to the skirt’s tiny plaid fringe.

Eve smoothed out a wrinkle in her skirt, eyes downcast. “I don’t know… I’m not sure it’s me.” She averted her eyes from Rachel’s body too, clearly aware of how comfortable the older woman had become.

“You don’t like the way you look?” Rachel moved over, turning Eve to a full length mirror as she stood behind the teenager. “God, look at those legs. I would kill for those legs.”

Eve blushed, but she met her own reflection in the mirror, drinking in the sight. “I do like it. It’s just… scary.”

Rachel snapped her fingers, moving into the kitchen. “I know what you need. Just a little courage to become the girl you really want to be.” She returned with a bottle of whiskey. “You won’t tell your parents, will you?”

Eve’s blue eyes lit up, and Rachel knew she’d won the girl over. There was nothing like being treated like an adult, and the illicit promise of ****, to make a teenager do whatever you wanted. “You really think it’s okay if I…?”

Rachel poured the whiskey into a pair of shot glasses. “Like I said, you’re basically an adult. And if your fashion sense is anything to go by, you’re ready for something a little more adult.”
Eve beamed at this, taking her shot glass with trembling hands.

“One, two, three!” The girls downed their whiskey, Rachel taking it like a champ, Eve coughing and spluttering somewhat, but keeping it down. Her ears went bright pink, her face flushing almost immediately.

“Whew,” Eve said, wiping her mouth. “That’s better than the stuff I’ve had at parties.”

“It better be.” Rachel clapped her hands. “Now, next outfit! I want a fashion show!”

Eve disappeared into the bedroom again. When she returned, Rachel’s breath caught, her cunt throbbing at the sexy little sight before her.

The whiskey had definitely lowered Eve’s inhibitions. If the last outfit was scandalous, this one oozed pure sex and teenage rebellion. She wore a cropped, baby-pink camisole, thin enough that her nipples pressed visibly against the fabric. Below it, a black micro-skirt, so tiny that the waistband of a matching black thong peeked above it. The skirt was so short that every time Eve took a step, she threatened to flash her whole undercarriage. And when she spun (at Rachel’s **** urging), Rachel got a wonderful view of that pale ass.

“It’s… a lot,” Eve admitted, voice breathy. But the shame and embarrassment she’d carried with her previously was gone. She stuck out her chest and her butt like she was hoping Rachel would appreciate it.

Appreciate it Rachel did. “You look really fucking pretty.”

A heat rose between them that had nothing to do with the whiskey. Eve’s eyes were lingering on Rachel now, wondering what lay beyond that thin slip of silk she wore. Rachel too, was becoming drenched. The sight of the girl before her, the way the camisole clung to her small, pert breasts, the way she flaunted her body so openly… It all worked to drive Rachel absolutely wild.

She poured another pair of shots, offering one to Eve. She accepted, and downed it much easier than the first. Her face flushed more now, maybe because of the ****, maybe because Rachel had let her robe slip open, just enough to expose the slope of her shoulder and fine edge of her breast. Rachel leaned closer to Eve, smiling, alluring.

Eve’s breath caught. “You’re really pretty too,” she said, the words tumbling out before she could catch them. Rachel smiled.

“You too,” Rachel said, running a gentle hand against Eve’s cheek, then down her arm, resting at her waist. “You should flaunt it more.”

Eve frowned slightly. “You really don’t care? About, like, people thinking you’re a slut?”

Rachel let her fingers drift lower, just below the microskirt’s hem. “Nope. I like the attention. I like making people want me.” Her finger brushed Eve’s knee, just enough to make her shiver.

Eve’s voice was a whisper. “I wish I could be more like you.”

“You can.” There it was: crossing a line that Rachel knew she wouldn’t be able to uncross. The unspoken offer was there. Rachel could lead Eve into depravity, or Eve could reject it all now. But Rachel knew where the teenage girl would come down before she even knew herself. She’d seen this many times before, and prepared well. The clothes, the ****, the friendship, it all added up to ready-made slut.

It was time, Rachel realized, to see what this pretty little bitch was capable of.