Life as a good little girl/You make it home without incident
From Create Your Own Story
Ignoring the boys you walk away, trying to act nonchalent. You turn around once to see if Tiffany is still watching, and while she isn't the boys sure are. They cheer as the skirt twirls around you, the pleats making it rise well above you naked pussy. Blushing at your exposure you whirl around, only to have your skirt fly up over your butt because of the movement.
After that you force yourself to walk slowly, with your face down so that you won't have to look anyone in the eye. Hopefully no one will recognize you either. Along the way a couple of horns honk at you, but you're not daring enough to check if it's someone you know, or just some pervert.
What is normally a short trips feels long by the time you arrive at your street, and you furtively make your way down toward your house, which is of course at the end, one of numerous houses arranged in a circle at the end of the cul de sac.
You pause behind a tree, tugging your clothes to try and cover you more as you look around, trying to see if anyone is around. You don't see your step-dad's car, which probably means he's out working, and the rest of the area looks pretty deserted, though you do see a couple of garages open, and a lawn mower is running somewhere in the distance. Since your three step-brothers are usually out causing trouble or pounding their meat to filthy gang bang videos of guys abusing flat-chested little teens you could probably sneak past them unseen.
Feeling safe you approach the house, dashing the last hundred feet even though it makes your skirt fly up over your waist.
"Safe!" you gasp, reaching for your key. Only to remember that it was in your pocket. Quickly patting yourself down all you find is your money.
"Tiffany must have it, you mutter, hopping up in down like you need to pee.
You could try one of the neighbors, but looking like this? Well, the big boobed woman in the house on the right might not bat an eye. She dresses in revealing clothes all the time. You're not as sure about the guy on the left. He acts nice, but something about him seems weird, even beyond his almost ever-present camera.
For a moment you eye the doorbell, but what if someone answered?.
"There could be a spare key somewhere," you mutter, looking around hopelessly, forgetting for the moment that you're in plain view. And then of course you realize that you could just call Tiffany to come over with the key.
Life as a good little girl/Find another way in
Life as a good little girl/Try the female neighbor
