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"So... aren't you going to ask me inside?" you ask, trying to invite yourself in.

"No!" a startled Tiffany replies. "I mean, I have a lot of people over already. I don't even know what my dad would do if I let you in."

"But he's asleep, isn't he?" you ask quizzically. "Why should he have to know?"

"Yeah, but the girls I have over could never handle you. It's like... a church thing."

Her second excuse is as unsatisfying as the first.

"I can be good!" you urge, reaching down to take the dildo out of your sex. The moment you pull on it your entire body quivers, your knees nearly failing you. Your vagina has a veritable vacuum seal on the textured black silicone, gripping every inch of it right up to the tip pressing against your cervix.

"Yeah, right! You can't even stop playing with yourself!"

"Hah... hah... got me there!" you say, breathing heavily from the intense sensation brought on by yanking the dildo. Maybe Tiffany could take it out for you. "But you wouldn't actually make a guest wait outside, would you?"

Tiffany glances at the window. Then at the door. She's chewing on her lip like bubblegum. You've never seen her so nervous.

"Okay, okay. Come on. Er... wait."

You're about to jump for joy but contain your happiness as Tiff walks past you. She moves down the side of the house and away from the light. You here a squeak and hiss before a stream of cold water slams against your body.

"EEEEE!!!" you squeal.

"Shut up, slut!" she commands of you. You comply without another peep, clenching your teeth together forcefully as the freezing jet of water rinses unseen strangers' cum from your body.

The powerful blast cleans you off in seconds leaving you wet and shivering in the cool air. Your entire body tenses up. Even your sex somehow finds a way to clench a tiny bit harder around your unyielding dildo. It's strange that it is actually yours now. And to think not too long ago you were going to resort to cucumbers.

Tiff steps up to you and haltingly uses her sleeve to wipe beads of water from your torso. You want to tell her that she doesn't have to use her robe, but you feel so lucky that she's willing to do that for you.

"Okay. Inside."

Tiff opens the door for you and you hurry your way indoors, random water droplets falling from your body. You take two steps past the door and the outside light turns off, shrouding everything around you in darkness. No lights are on save for a faint glow coming from the basement. You turn around with your hand up trying to find the wall but only manage to smack Tiff in the face.

"Seriously?"

"Sorry!" you whisper earnestly.

Tiff grabs your wrist and turns you around, pointing you into the house. She leans in close, allowing you to feel the fuzzy fabric of her robe against your bare back. "I'll come for you," she breaths into your ear before giving you a gentle shove forward. Did you hear her right? That's not all that she said, is it?

You can barely make out as Tiff's shadow races off to the basement. With her words bouncing around inside your head loudly it's hard for you to know what to do at first.


[[Life as a good little girl/Duh, follow Tiffany to the slumber party!]]

[[Life as a good little girl/She didn't want you at the sleep over. Best to head up to Tiff's room.]]

[[Life as a good little girl/You're plenty sneaky. Spy on everyone inside Tiffany's house.]]

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