Life as a good little girl/Up for some fun at the mall
From Create Your Own Story
"Fun!" you exclaim. "Let's go have fun!"
Tiff chuckles, and grabs your arm, pulling you off balance.
"But my shoes..." you point back toward the store, stumbling as Tiffany briskly walks away. Her extra height means you would normally have to walk fast. Now you're almost jogging to keep up, making the sarong billow out behind you, giving passerby's a glimpse of your ass if they turn to look. Many of them do.
"Oh don't worry about those old things. Weren't you complaining about how scruffy they are? I tell you what. I'm sure I've got a pair back home that would fit you from when I was a little kid. Well, not a little kid. I mean, I don't want you to think I'm self-conscious about my feet, but I'm totally not," she says with a glare at you like you'd insulted her. You fight back a case of the giggles at this unexpected side of Tiff. She's always so confident that it's kind of re-assuring to see her being a little awkward.
"I think your feet are beautiful," you tell her earnestly. Maybe a little too much so, but her bright smile rewards you.
"Aww, aren't you a cutie. Do you think they're sexy?"
"Y-yeah," you stumble, feeling the blood rush to your face, and elsewhere, as you ponder her feet, then her legs, then her ass, then...
"...like me all over?" she says, licking the air and giving you a suggestive wink. Your brain scrambles, wishing you hadn't zoned out and missed what she said. Like or lick? Not wanting to hurt her feelings or put a pin in her new-found confidence over her feet you nod eagerly.
"Totally! Definitely!" you smile widely, hoping enthusiasm will make up for inattentiveness. It seems it works as she smiles broadly, albeit with her usual smirk.
"I knew it. I'll be sure to take you up on that," she says mysteriously, making you wonder if maybe you'd missed more than you thought.
Before you can contemplate it further you arrive at your destination.
"A bowling alley?" you say less than enthusiastically. Tiffany notices and giggles, smacking you on your rear.
"We're not here for the bowling, silly," she says with a grin, and grabs your sarong, pulling it full length in front of you until you start moving with a squeal.
"Tiff! Someone will see!"
"I know. Isn't it great?" she laughs, and you run after her, closing the distance enough to pull the sarong down over your crotch. That still leaves your ass uncovered, but at least it covers your crotch as you approach a group of boys Tiff's age and older. There aren't many others in the place, you notice. Some old guys wearing matching uniforms are about it aside from a tall old man grinning as his eyes track you across the floor.
"Shouldn't we pay first?"
"Ooh, the old guy caught your eye, huh? Rein yourself in, hot stuff. You can get around to him later. Hello boys, you wanna play with some girls?" Tiff coos as you reach the boys, dropping the front of your sarong and pushing you forward.
As much as you want to rotate the sarong you keep your hands still, not wanting to appear fidgety or unconfident. The last thing you want is to embarrass Tiffany in front of her friends.
"Hey Tiff, who's the kid?" the tallest guy asks, blinking at you like he needs glasses. Or maybe he just can't believe what he's seeing. He looks pretty well built, like he's an athlete of some sort. Come to think of it, they all do, though he's the tallest and most muscular. You find your attention focussing intently on him, especially since his tight t-shirt emphasizes his chiselled form. You can almost trace the edges of each muscle with your eyes...
"Right, Stephi?" Tiff nudges you, and you turn to her automatically, realizing that you'd spaced out again and were blatantly ogling the boy.
"Right!" you reply enthusiastically, wishing you'd stop spacing out and missing what she was saying.
"... isn't that right, Stephi?"
Dammit.
"Totally!" you chirp with a big smile.
"Well, let's get it on," The shortest guy says with an oily grin that matches his skin and hair. Of the group he's the only one who looks like he's got fat on his body, but he also looks like he's got the most money. Maybe that's why these hunks let a plain looking guy like him hang around.
Life as a good little girl/Bowling seems to be the last thing on their mind
