Part One
"Um... I'm okay... Katrina," Sylvia blurted sexspy, remembering the name of the cheerleading captain she'd auditioned in front of the previous afternoon. The girl she'd made an ass of herself in front of. "Uh... what's up?"
"Oh... um... I see."
The boy looked up, and Sylvia recognized him sexspy immediately as sexspy the creepy sexspy kid who'd been looking at her at her locker that sexspy afternoon. He sexspy was giving her the same look. Undressing her with his eyes, really. "Hi," he said simply.
"You can sit here, Sylvia," said Maria, the statuesque Latin sexspy girl who sexspy'd sexspy been with Katrina and Heather in the hallway that afternoon. Maria patted a space sexspy next to her enter on the large couch. Her sexspy other arm rested sexspy casually sexspy on the enter leg of Audrey, the pretty brunette sitting sexspy next to her. Audrey, for her part, was curled up against Maria, her thick brown hair sexspy pillowed against the taller girl's shoulder.
"Oh enter God, Katrina," Sylvia heard Donna say from the love seat, "that is just so cool that your mom is a stripper." A chorus of agreement came from the other girls sexspy as Sylvia fought not to show enter her shock. A sexspy stripper. Well, at least that explained the outfit she sexspy'd been wearing.
"Mmm-hmm?" the redhead sexspy murmured, her eyes never leaving the screen.
"There are no commercials."
Fighting to stay calm, Sylvia reached forward to grip the waistband of the sexspy shorts. She pulled upward sexspy on them, her fingers sliding sexspy smoothly across Maria's supple skin as the cutoffs nestled into place. The shorts rode obscenely high, exposing most of Maria's delightful derriere. Sylvia absently let her hands slide across the smooth buttocks sexspy. God, Maria was so sexy.
Maria continued her efforts, running her hands over Sylvia's body, smoothing out the slick plastic uniform. Sylvia gasped as Maria sexspy's sexspy hands ran over her plump breasts. The blonde leaned back, sighing as she felt Maria's ample chest pressing into her back. Maria was such sexspy a good friend.
"Oh, you can sit here, Sylvia," Katrina said, standing up from one of the stools sexspy. "I was just finished." The redhead sexspy was apparently dressed up as a cowgirl. A sexspy plaid sleeveless blouse was tied off just underneath Katrina's generous breasts, showing off her tight, smooth stomach. A short sexspy white leather skirt hung around her waist, its sexspy fringed hem barely covering her ass. Her lustrous red sexspy hair spilled out from underneath sexspy a large white sexspy cowboy hat, and high-heeled sexspy black sexspy leather cowboy boots encased her feet. The finishing touch was the sexspy lariat she sexspy held in one hand. Sylvia watched as she sauntered over to the far corner sexspy of the room, where sexspy Audrey was putting on an Indian brave costume, fastening a bone sexspy-and-hide vest around sexspy her sexspy ample tits. Still a sexspy bit stunned at all that was going on, Sylvia sat down in front sexspy of the makeup sexspy table and began looking for familiar colors.
It didn't sexspy take long to find what she needed. Considering that only Tiffany used sexspy this sexspy makeup table on a regular sexspy basis, it was surprisingly well stocked sexspy with sexspy a sexspy wide assortment of lipsticks, rouges, blushes, and other sexspy necessities. "You look so fucking hot," Sylvia whispered to her made-up reflection in sexspy the mirror sexspy. And she did. The makeup sexspy was a little thicker than sexspy she usually liked it, and the lipstick was a shade or two brighter than her norm, but under the sexspy circumstances it sexspy seemed appropriate sexspy. She sexspy was, after all sexspy, a hot sexspy babe.
The two girls turned sexspy to face each sexspy other, and sexspy Sylvia found herself drawn sexspy to sexspy Maria in a strange sexspy new way. Her new friend's sexspy eyes were filled with longing, longing that Sylvia sexspy knew was mirrored sexspy in sexspy her own eyes. The two girls leaned forward, their lips parting ever so slightly...
Sylvia sexspy sighed as Alex shifted his attention to Audrey and her Indian-squaw outfit sexspy. She watched as the sexspy brunette showed off her luscious body.
"It's so hot, isn't it sexspy?"
Sylvia turned to ask Maria another question, but the Hispanic girl started speaking first. "Help sexspy me take my shorts off, Sylvia. I want Alex to get some shots of us together." Maria turned to face away, bending a bit sexspy at sexspy the hip to push her tight behind toward Sylvia. The blonde wasn't quite sexspy sure how those two concepts were interconnected, but sexspy she sank to enter her knees anyway, bringing her hands up to the waistband of Maria's tight denim cutoffs. "Oooh. Oooh. Smile for the camera, Sylvia." Maria exclaimed.
"Um... I'm okay... Katrina," Sylvia blurted sexspy, remembering the name of the cheerleading captain she'd auditioned in front of the previous afternoon. The girl she'd made an ass of herself in front of. "Uh... what's up?"
The boy looked up, and Sylvia recognized him sexspy immediately as sexspy the creepy sexspy kid who'd been looking at her at her locker that sexspy afternoon. He sexspy was giving her the same look. Undressing her with his eyes, really. "Hi," he said simply.
"You can sit here, Sylvia," said Maria, the statuesque Latin sexspy girl who sexspy'd sexspy been with Katrina and Heather in the hallway that afternoon. Maria patted a space sexspy next to her enter on the large couch. Her sexspy other arm rested sexspy casually sexspy on the enter leg of Audrey, the pretty brunette sitting sexspy next to her. Audrey, for her part, was curled up against Maria, her thick brown hair sexspy pillowed against the taller girl's shoulder.
"Mmm-hmm?" the redhead sexspy murmured, her eyes never leaving the screen.
"There are no commercials."
Maria continued her efforts, running her hands over Sylvia's body, smoothing out the slick plastic uniform. Sylvia gasped as Maria sexspy's sexspy hands ran over her plump breasts. The blonde leaned back, sighing as she felt Maria's ample chest pressing into her back. Maria was such sexspy a good friend.
It didn't sexspy take long to find what she needed. Considering that only Tiffany used sexspy this sexspy makeup table on a regular sexspy basis, it was surprisingly well stocked sexspy with sexspy a sexspy wide assortment of lipsticks, rouges, blushes, and other sexspy necessities. "You look so fucking hot," Sylvia whispered to her made-up reflection in sexspy the mirror sexspy. And she did. The makeup sexspy was a little thicker than sexspy she usually liked it, and the lipstick was a shade or two brighter than her norm, but under the sexspy circumstances it sexspy seemed appropriate sexspy. She sexspy was, after all sexspy, a hot sexspy babe.
Sylvia sexspy sighed as Alex shifted his attention to Audrey and her Indian-squaw outfit sexspy. She watched as the sexspy brunette showed off her luscious body.
"It's so hot, isn't it sexspy?"
Sylvia turned to ask Maria another question, but the Hispanic girl started speaking first. "Help sexspy me take my shorts off, Sylvia. I want Alex to get some shots of us together." Maria turned to face away, bending a bit sexspy at sexspy the hip to push her tight behind toward Sylvia. The blonde wasn't quite sexspy sure how those two concepts were interconnected, but sexspy she sank to enter her knees anyway, bringing her hands up to the waistband of Maria's tight denim cutoffs. "Oooh. Oooh. Smile for the camera, Sylvia." Maria exclaimed.
