My girlfriends and I were the prettiest girls at the dance if I do sayso myself. They all had pretty new dresses, shoes, and of course worestockings, ...ust like me. We all wore just a little makeup, we allwanted to wear more but our parents wouldn't let us. How were we gonnaget a cute boy to dance with us if we didn't look beautiful?Lucky for me and my girlfriends, the boys weren't as shy as Karen saidthey'd be. It only took a little while before a coupla of them cameover and started talking to. His parents were (as usual) down the Puband were not expected back for ages, so who was it? Jeff jumped up andbolted upstairs to his room, leaving me with my blouse half undone and myskirt up around my arse. It was his Dad rolling in three parts pissed .He stopped, but still swayed, in his tracks when he saw me. I tried tocover my vanity but, without thinking, he immediately undid his zip andflopped out his tool, swinging it at me whilst walking over toward me.What could a girl do, yes I know,. . uh. I was supposed to meet you and Ben in the locker room, for some fun.” He winked with the word fun. Now I was totally confused. Just to add to the confusion, Ben popped up out of no where. “There you are. Your teacher said that you were at your locker.” I blinked a bit; they were both wearing gym shorts, and muscle shirts. It view sent shivers down my spine.“Wait. What’s going on?” Jake grabbed on my arm and pulled me into the gym, which my locker was conveniently next to. Ben fallowed,. She had long blonde hair (dyed, I could see some of the darker roots) and was really in great shape. Slim attractive, and I could see right away were Rachel got her awesome shape from. Joan was stacked and curvy. Joan's tits were either held in place by the perfect bra or she had awesome implants. I spent more and more time over there and after about a month of me hanging out all the time I was finally invited to spend the night instead of driving back to my dorm on the weekend. Rachel's mom.