"Oh, all that athletic stuff isn't important," the Hispanic girl on Katrina's left gay said. "All we really have to do is show some T&A for the boys." The three girls giggled gay at that, with Sylvia joining in belatedly as she struggled to remember the girl's name. Mary gayfucking? No gayfucking... Maria, that was it.

"Yes, I'll come!" Sylvia exclaimed, grinning happily. Finally she had friends! She gay realized belatedly that she probably sounded over-eager gay.

The about other gayfucking two cheerleaders rolled their eyes. "Don't gayfucking scare the poor girl, Heather," Katrina chided before gay addressing Sylvia again. "Anyway, be gay at my place at eight gay. We're gay going to have a great time." She patted Sylvia on the shoulder before turning gay to walk off down gay the hall, trailed by gayfucking Maria and gay Heather. Sylvia watched them go, nervous but excited .

"Oh gayfucking, don't mind the outfit. I'm just about gay to leave for work ," Tiffany replied, as though that gay explained everything about.

"Well, everyone 's here, so let's get started gayfucking," Katrina gay announced. Sylvia looked over at the easy chair. Katrina was wearing a pair of tight fucking, skimpy lycra shorts and gayfucking a cut-off T-shirt that barely covered her chest. Her boobs, though fucking somewhat flattened by Kim gay's head, still looked quite proud under the shirt, and gayfucking shifted noticeably as the redhead picked gay up the remote and turned gay on the gayfucking TV. The lights in the room dimmed as the television gay sprung to life. Neat effect, Sylvia thought.

"Oh." Sylvia cocked her head, trying to hear what was going gayfucking on up there. Aside from the creaks, she gay thought gay she could almost make out about... what? Moaning? Screaming? And gayfucking then, suddenly, the creaking stopped fucking. Sylvia thought she could make out the other noise -- the screaming or whatever it was -- for a while longer gay, but eventually it too died out.

The girls watched the show in silence. Sylvia gay found gay the show almost intoxicating, and kept her eyes about glued gayfucking to the gay set. There was something odd about the show, but Sylvia couldn't put her finger on what it was. The gay girls on the gay show gay were so gay... attractive? Pretty? Gorgeous gay?

Maria was smiling at her. A welcoming, friendly smile. No one had smiled at Sylvia like that since she'd arrived gay in town. She gay felt an instant warmth toward Maria.

"If gay you gayfucking what, Sylvia?" Maria asked gay sweetly. Her voice was melodic.

Her fucking jeans had just begun to chafe when the second show ended gayfucking and the lights in the room came back up. Sylvia sat up, blinking gayfucking. She and gayfucking Maria exchanged gay a smile as the group of fucking girls stretched and started gay chatting gayfucking again. "You gayfucking like gay the show gay?" the gay Hispanic beauty asked.

"Uh... yeah, it was... fun," Sylvia replied lamely fucking. It had been more than gayfucking fun, but she didn't really feel comfortable telling gayfucking Maria how... interesting she'd found the girls on the gay show. Besides, it wasn't like she was really interested in gay that sort of thing, anyway.

Katrina made a beeline for the mirror-covered wall. The mirror panels were actually sliding doors, which the redhead slid gay aside gayfucking to reveal a large walk-in closet. "Katrina, are... are you gay sure we should be doing this?" Sylvia asked. It didn't seem right to be gay going through someone else's personal things gay. "Doesn't gay your mother..."

Scientist, indeed. Sylvia watched in fascination as Kim strode over to the makeup gay table, the gayfucking high-heeled shoes causing her ass to sway invitingly under the coat gay. The outfit was gayfucking clearly designed to titillate -- and to come off with a minimum of effort. So Tiffany really was a stripper. Sylvia's gayfucking mind boggled as Kim gay sat down gay and began applying makeup.

"Sylvia, could fucking you gay help me with this gayfucking?" Maria asked. Startled, Sylvia turned to see the gorgeous Hispanic girl struggling into a pair of cutoff denim gay shorts. Aside from about that, Maria was nude. Sylvia looked in wonder at her new friend's shapely body. Smooth skin... taut stomach gay... full, firm breasts... dark about, round areolae...

Sure enough, Katrina gay's brother was standing in the doorway. Several girls had run up and thrown their arms around him, plastering him with kisses. Tiny little Kim had jumped gay onto his chest, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders, her face buried gay in his neck. Sylvia was bewildered. The kid was a creep. Why were these girls so gay excited gay to see him?

Alex shifted his attention next to Kim, who was making creative use of a test tube. Sylvia was bewildered by the girls' behavior. And yet she found the fucking whole scene somehow... exciting gayfucking. She gay remembered gayfucking as a little girl gay how she'd gay played dress-up with her friends. It was exciting to put on gay clothes and gayfucking see gay how she looked. The little girls would run around fucking pretending to be fashion models. This was like that. Except that dressing up had never gotten fucking her so horny before. And gay the pictures... She realized that she desperately wanted Alex to about take pictures of her.

"It 's so hot, isn't it?"

The tall , black biker-chick looked down sternly at gay the petite blonde clinging to her left leg. Brittany was fucking dressed gay as a French maid -- a tight gay black satin teddy with while lace trim struggled to contain her disproportionately large tits. Fingerless gloves of white lace adorned her hands gayfucking, and black fishnet gay stockings ran down her legs to the gayfucking shiny black pumps. After inspecting the other girls' costumes, Sylvia was gayfucking hardly surprised to gay see gay that the heels of the shoes were obscenely gayfucking long spikes. Brittany gay was half-sitting on gayfucking her knees on the floor, and half-leaning against Heather's leather-encased leg.

Maria turned around, placing her crotch in front gay of Sylvia's face gay. Sylvia looked up to see her new friend smiling down gay at her, bringing her tan hands down to rest on Sylvia's shoulders gay. Sylvia smiled back as she gay unzipped the cutoffs and began pulling them down. God, we gay must look so fucking hot, Sylvia thought as Alex continued to snap pictures. He's probably about to cream his pants, she thought as she slid the cutoffs down gayfucking Maria's legs.

Kim's grin grew wider. "With your tongue, honey." She opened her mouth and gay waggled her tongue for gay emphasis.

Sylvia looked away gay, feeling gay her cheeks burn with embarrassment gay. The other girls were giggling uproariously gayfucking, and Sylvia fought to stay calm. Her instincts were telling her to leave, to snatch gay her bag and run home.

It was smooth, incredibly smooth. And sweet. And.... sexy. Sylvia stifled a groan as she inhaled the sweet odor of Maria's sex. She took another lick, savoring the taste of her friend's sweat. Her hands came to rest gay on Maria's hips gay as she continued to lick, and she felt a pair of hands resting lightly gay on the back of her head.