The Party

Senior Year

Chapter 1 by CherryDoll CherryDoll

You walk out of the movie with a huge smile on your face as you turn to your best friend, Lyndsey. Unlike you, she’s holding back a yawn.

“Wasn’t that a great movie?!” You practically jump up and down.

Lyndsey shrugs her shoulders and pulls out her phone. “Eh. It was OK. I could have done with more romance and less angry medieval men.”

You roll your eyes. “It was a fantasy movie. Not a romcom! Demons, kings, nights, magic!” You grin wistfully as you think about the movie. “I would love to live that!”

Lyndsey laughs, almost mockingly. “Seriously? Did you check out the women in that movie? They were helpless. You really want to live in a world where you were that helpless and at the mercy of all those men?”

Inwardly, you feel your heart race at the idea. Being a helpless damsel around all those strong, handsome men? That would be a fantasy. Instead, you shake your head at your bestie, “I’m talking about an adventure! Magic! I would love to do something like that.”

Lyndsey snorts and shakes her head.

The two of you were always exact opposites. Lyndsey is an athletic girl with shoulder length deep red hair. She stands tall at 5’7” and is extremely slender, being a cross country runner at school. You never really took the time to figure out her bra size, but you’d have to say she's maybe a 32B. She's a petite girl unlike you.

You grab your hair and tighten your pony tail. You hair is a dark brown, almost black color. You’ve always kept it long so it almost hit the small of your back when you let it down. You are not nearly as athletic as you best friend, but you’re not a big girl, though some people may think so. You have a bra size of 34DD and sometimes your baggy shirts make you look bigger than you are as a result.

“C’mon,” Lyndsey waves at you to follow her to her car. “Mike is having a party as his house and I told him we’d swing by after.”

Inwardly, you groan. You hate Mike. He’s an asshole who’s always snapping your bra strap and trying to throw things down your shirt. Hell, he's even grabbed your breasts in the past. You do _not _want to go to his house.

“Actually, I think I’m just gonna go home.”

“NO!” Lyndsey grabs your wrist with a glare. “You always do this to me! We do what you want to do and then when it’s time to do what I want, you bail! Not gonna happen this time!”

“OK! FINE!” You snap, but inwardly you berate yourself. She’s right. You do do that.

It takes no time for you guy to get to that party. Mike’s house is your standard middle class house and you both walk up the porch, greeting the other guests as you slip by.

Consciously, you pull at your shirt. Lyndsey dressed in a miniskirt with a tight tank top and you’re fairly certain she’s not wearing a bra. But that’s one of the perks about having smaller breasts. You on the other hand... Lyndsey had dressed you tonight as part of the deal of going to the movie with you. You were wearing a low cut fitted black tee, showing off just how skinny you actually were, and a red flowy skirt that ended just a few inches above your knees. Unlike your best friend, you couldn’t walk in heels and instead opted for black flats.

“There they are!” Mike’s voice rings out as he approaches you two. He and Lyndsey hug tightly, having been friends since they were kids. When Mike turns to you, you notice his eyes immediately zoom to your breasts and you instinctively cross your arms to cover them up. But seeing how this is a type of shirt you never wear, all you succeed in doing is pressing your breasts together and showing more cleavage. “Gotta, say Jane, I am happy you decided to come tonight.”

Before you can stop him he wraps you up in a tight hug.

What happens next?

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