Life as a good little girl/Duh, follow Tiffany to the slumber party!
From Create Your Own Story
Tiff is already in the basement by the time your brain starts working again, but the moment it does you are absolutely positive that you need to follow her.
Scampering through the house in the dark is harder than Tiffany just made it out to be. You immediately bump into a side table making far more noise than you would ever hope to make in the afternoon and fully clothed, let alone the dead of night completely naked. But you scamper forth undeterred, finding the darkened stairwell and the railing running down it. Your only guide is the halo of light bleeding through the edges of the door at the bottom of the stairs.
With every single downward step the insatiable dildo rolls against what you have now discovered is your g-spot. Or maybe it's your g-spot that is rubbing into the steadfast dildo. You can't tell. All you know is that the thick toy stretching your sex is getting harder and harder to ignore for all the best reasons.
At the bottom of the stairs you reach for the handle, then stop when you hear voices on the other side of the door. But of course, why wouldn't you hear voices? There is a sleep over after all!
"But who's dog was it?"
"I'm not sure." You can just recognize Tiff's voice. She sounds almost bubbly. "But she had a collar. I'm sure she'll find her way home."
"You should have brought her inside!"
"What was her name?"
"Her name... Stephanie."
She said your full name! She almost never says your full name!
"AW! That's such a cute name for a lil' bitch!"
A few giggles are shared between the girls. You're having second thoughts about going in now. That is until you hear the side table move.
Someone didn't just bump it. Someone just moved it back. They just corrected your little accident. Are those footsteps now? Are they coming closer?!
You can't think about it anymore. You turn the handle and burst into the room. You're blinded again by the light, making it only a few steps before you hold your hand up to shield your eyes. You can't see much but you hear plenty as the room goes silent, only gasps and light yelps to be heard.
"Tiff?" you ask.
"Stephi!" she replies, obvious frustration in her voice.
"Wait, you mean Stephanie? This is the bitch?"
"She sure looks it!"
"Why is she naked?"
"What's between her legs!?"
Your eyes are starting to readjust again and you peel your hand away to reveal what you saw from the window - sleeping bags strewn everywhere on the floor, most of the furniture pushed to the sides of the room, and possibly a dozen girls between your and Tiff's age scattered about the room.
Your nerves overwhelm you. You stand perfectly still, your nipples hardening and your cheeks reddening as a room full of your peers examines and criticizes your pale scrawny tween-age body.
As the girls start to chatter all you can squeak out is, "I... couldn't wait."
"Wait for what?" someone asks.
Life as a good little girl/How Tiff said she would cum for you.
