Tara leans back as she watches her best friend Rachel settle into her seat. The limo is quite comfy and most likely a little too expensive for her boyfriend to pay for. She was already a little loopy, Brad had snuck in a flask of vodka cranberry that was 9 parts vodka and 1 part cranberry. Tara had been nervous all day, she had promised her virginity to Brad. At 18, she felt a little late to the party so to speak. Years of being in the chess club didn't really help her at all, the chess nerds were too scared of her. At an imposing 5'4, she clearly made them scared.
She had met Brad in their AP Calculus class. She was cute little redheaded nerd, he was the 6'2 basketball prodigy who excelled in sports and classes. He was bright, she was in love. In fact, he was tutoring her. This led to another reason why she was nervous. The two were going to separate colleges, this was her do or die moment to convince him to move with her. She knew that if she couldn't fuck him, he'd be fucking a bunch of college girls with big tits and sexy legs and ugh! They couldn't love him like she did.
Hence why she dressed as she did. Her little green sequinned dress matched perfectly with her hair, and highlighted her small yet curvy body. She matched it with suntan pantyhose, something Brad really liked. He had something of a hangup, and couldn't keep his hands off her pantyhose legs. She was never a fan of them, finding them too warm and restrictive. Plus the whole washing process. Yeah nah, a lot of work. These were top of the line pantyhose, Donna Karan. Rachel had suggested it, since she was in a similar situation. The hose not only shaped her legs, but actually made it look like she went outside for once. Underneath her hose, she wore no panties. The seam in the crotch was a nice little reminder to how naughty she was.
She opened her eyes and saw Kevin looking Brad in the eyes, nodding and cracking a smile. That was good, seeing both boys get along. They ran in different social groups, and she knew Kevin was a bit jealous of Brad. She looked back at Brad and saw him return the nod and smile. Sensing Rachel was a bit nervous, Tara slides off her wedge heels and grabs the flask. She hands it to Rachel, saying, "Here bestie, drink up. This will make you feel really good I swear. You're kinda nervous." Rachel takes the flask and takes a big swig, the alcohol burning down her throat. Kevin takes the flask from her and takes a drink himself.
Tara then drunkenly notices something else. "Hey bestie! Babygirl? My darling Rachel? Hey bitch wake up," Tara teases, stretching her suntanned legs over Rachel's legs, trying to get her back to planet earth. Rachel seemed a bit distracted, and kind of killing Tara's half-horny half-drunk mood. Rachel shakes her head and rubs Tara's legs. Tara leans back and moans. "What do you want, skank?" Rachel asks, giggling. "Hey bitch, did you forget the corsage? Be careful though, I got pricked. Not for the last time tonight either," Tara trails off, giggling. Right next to Rachel sat a nice little corsage.
