A girl is always insecure about the way she looks.Ever thought about that? How girls are constantly fussing about the way they look? Now I understand why. Even with all the reassurances that I looked great from Lauren and Caroline I could not stop but thinking that I could look better. I could be more feminine. I could be less masculine. The shaven bare legs and the semi-hourglass figure was not enough. I could have done more. That was the thoughts I was having. The fear of being caught and ridicule or maybe not even that, just the fear that I was not hot enough. Silly. I know.
At least the house party I was going to was not of any of our regular friends so the chances of anyone being there that knew me was slim. That was one less thing for me to worry about. Immediately when we arrived, the girls introduced to me as
Sasha. That was the plan to refer to me as only my female name. Caroline was really the one that knew most of the people there and she was in charge of making the introductions. I tried to keep my voice shut and just smile. I don't think most people would have heard anything anyway because they were either already drunk or the music was playing quite loudly. The decoration was pretty awesome. Whoever was in charge of decorating went all out. Spiderwebs, skeletons, spiders, dark lit rooms... the whole spookiness. Everyone was wearing costumes and we probably looked like three girls that made a wrong turn into a haunted house. I liked it.
For the most part of the beginning of the evening I tried to stay in Lauren's shadow. At one time we were both sitting together and these two guys came to talk to us. It was
Batman and
Robin. After the initial introductions they sat next to us and kept on chit chatting. I knew Robin was pretty drunk already because I just kept smiling and he just kept blabbering about himself and his oh so great job and car. With Lauren and I sandwiched between the duo I told Lauren we should go get another drink. The guys quickly offered to join us and followed us with Robin's hand gently pushing my lower back we headed to the table where the drinks were. We stood there with our drinks for a little while with them until Caroline came over and rescued us. More like rescued me. I think Lauren was actually enjoying some of the conversation with Batman.
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Caroline had actually came to tell us and take us to get ready for the costume contest. We headed to the bathroom to powder up. I retouched my make up with some help with Lauren. It was surreal to be part of such a feminine ritual. With a fresh coat of lipstick I went to face the world. We waited for our turn and I tried my best to follow my classmates lead. Lauren and Caroline had the sexy school girl poses down. I think you could describe my acting as more of the shy, coy, innocent kind. Either that or a fish out of water style. It didn't really matter anyway what I did, the amount of cat calls was a show that we were much appreciated. Although we did not win the "contest" it was all in good spirits and fun.
When we finally get to sit down again. Lauren was telling me how pretty I looked and that she still could not believe I had the balls to go ahead and dress up like I did when Batman and Robin showed up. Once again they sat beside us. Robin clearly a little more drunker and I guess I was too because I was talking a little more then just smiling back at him. Robin told me how he thought we should have won and that we looked really good. I can only imagine Batman was feeding the same bullshit to Lauren on the other side. I knew that all he wanted was to get in my panties. I was unsure if he knew I was a boy but if he did, he did not show any signs of knowing it. With the drinks flowing, I definitely was more receptive to his verbal advances than what I'd otherwise be. Who doesn't like to be complimented, boy or girl? With Lauren laughing to whatever jokes Batman was telling her, I found myself also falling into my own school girl role and started relaxing a bit more.
I don't know when it happened but soon Robin had come much closer to me. The music got louder and he was practically next to my ear so I could barely hear him. I also noticed in my drunken daze that his hand at times was now resting on my bare leg. I quickly crossed them together hoping that he'd move it away but he just re-positioned it a few inches above my knee again. I don't know. I guess I secretly I wanted him to keep touching me. It didn't matter too much anyway because the night was almost over. It was late and soon it was time to head back home. He asked for my phone number insisting several times so I just scribbled some random numbers on his hand. I'm sure we won't be seeing each other again. Lauren and I stood up and stumbled a little around looking for Caroline. We thanked the hosts and headed out home to pass out.
I was happy I survived once again without much incident. I hope I did not disappoint you all for not ending the night on my knees sucking a hard cock or getting pounded one way or another. Maybe next year ;-)
