John had been quite attentive and had not gone off to talk to people too much leaving her to her own devices. Most of the men seemed to appreciate her...outfit and some of the women didn't. She gathered that much. Perhaps a slutty Mary was a step too far after all! The buffet had been good and the drink was flowing and though she should know better, she'd overdone it slightly with the Prosecco. For whatever reason, bubbles made her a little lightheaded.John had wandered off to talk to somebody or. He got bussed to school every day. While we were classmates and friends, we were not buddies. No opportunities presented themselves for us to hang out together after school and become close. The Thursday before Good Friday, he approached me just as we were dismissed for lunch about working with him and his dad for the long weekend. His dad needed some extra help on the farm. He had asked Cameron to check around and see if somebody wanted to make some money working on the farm for 3 days. As an. Standing up he shut down his computer and moved to get dressed. John was a tall an, standing just over six feet with sea blue eyes and dark brown hair. He was built slender but cut, his frame quite athletic and was told he was quite endowed. He grinned as he looked into the mirror, looking as good as he was going to he left to meet some of the people who had already gathered for the party.Stepping out he welcomed some of his friends from class, a group of friends that his brother new, then some. His hand went inside her halter and began squeezing her nipple. She started to pull away, but thought better of it. After all, how would it look, an unsociable call girl? So she sidled against him seductively. He was obviously already drunk."Not bad tits, baby. A little small maybe, but nice and firm."She smiled up at him as his hand roved downward grabbing her cheek and squeezing painfully."Nice ass too. How about a tumble?" Kind of public, isn't it?" she asked, hoping to discourage him.He.