A Birthday Bash 1/2

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This is my first time posting on these forums after lurking for quite some time. Some of the stories on here made me want to try to write my own; I think I'm doing alright so far. I figured I'd post the first part here now to see what everyone thought.
It's not based on a true story or anything; it's just a fantasy. It's called "A Birthday Bash." More will follow if it's liked.
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I knew that today was the day on which I would have had to make my decision. There was going to be absolutely no going back once I had made that decision. It was going to be a decision with which I would either regret or be completely ecstatic. I was hoping to be completely ecstatic. I was also hoping to be so much more than completely satisfied that I cannot even begin to comprehend how I would express that to begin with.
She had one of the most perfect bodies I had ever seen. Her stomach was completely flat, her breasts were perky and full, and her butt was round and had the most perfect shape to it. Her face was as cute as it could have possibly been, and her lips and tongue looked as though they could please a man for hours on end. I could have only hoped that the more sought-after portion of her body was well in line with the rest of it.
I had been invited to her home for a birthday party, and I had offered to arrive much earlier than everyone else, so that I would be able to carry out my plan. Of course, in my offer, I had made it clear that I was there to help her set up for the party. I had also extended the offer of helping her pick out what she was going to wear at the party—right down to her underwear.
As I have already said, once I had made my decision, there would have been no going back. When I had woken up that morning, I thought long and hard about what I was planning on doing. I had planned on showing up extremely early, around nine o’clock in the morning or so, to be there when she had woken up, so that way I would catch her before she had gotten into the shower.
I got in the shower and washed myself up. After all, I wanted to at least smell good for her. My father always told me that nothing attracted a girl to a boy more than an addictive personality and a nice smelling body. I made sure that I had cleaned every possibly portion of my body. Usually it is just a brief run-through; today, I had made a special case to make sure that every square centimeter of my body smelled appealing.
When I got out of the shower, I called her to make sure that everything was still happening. Naturally, she was still asleep, and she told me that I could come over whenever I had wanted. I told her that I would come over as soon as possible, and she informed me that, if she was still asleep, I could simply come inside and go to her bedroom.
It was as if everything was working to my advantage. I did not want to go through with this if there was the chance that her parents were home, so I made sure I had asked her if they would be there or not. She told me that they had left at seven o’clock in the morning and would not be home until almost three o’clock in the afternoon, and that the party was not starting until five o’clock. Everything was working out perfectly.
Then I had a fleeting thought as I was driving to her house: What if one of her other friends shows up some time during the morning? It would be awkward to ask them if they would want to participate in what I was trying to orchestrate. Though they were all just as adorable as she was, and they all had bodies that were just as amazing as hers. It was then that I had decided that I would make the most of the opportunity and ask them if they would like to join us. That is, if everything worked according to plan.
When I arrived at her house, the door was locked. I searched around for a key and found one. I unlocked her door and slowly opened it. I did not hear any water running, and no lights were on. I assumed she was still in bed.
To make sure, I shouted: “Katey? Are you awake?”
There was no answer. I decided that I would go to her bedroom. As I walked upstairs, I noticed that two of her friends were sleeping in the guest bedroom. Both of them were wearing boy shorts: Nicole was wearing bright green boy shorts, and Kate was wearing teal blue boy shorts. Neither of them were wearing shirts; they were both wearing bras that were the opposite color of the boy shorts the other was wearing.
“I wonder what they were doing last night,” I thought to myself. I pictured it for a moment, and then banished the thought from my mind. Now was not the time to become aroused.
I wandered down the hall, past her parents’ bedroom, and found her bedroom. I slowly pushed the door open, and walked inside. Her bed was behind the door, to the left. As I closed the door, I walked to the opposite corner of the room and found her touch-lamp. I tapped it once, just so that the room had enough light so that I could see what I was doing.
I glanced over toward the bed. Katey was lying underneath absolutely no blankets, and she was lying on her back. She was wearing a bright orange thong with a matching bra, and had a wife-beater on overtop of that. I could feel myself becoming more aroused as I stared at her. At my feet lay several items of her clothing: thongs, boy shorts, bras; seeing all of these things made me even more aroused. I could not explain it. It was as if her lingerie was all I would have needed to get me off.
I sat on the edge of her bed and ran my hand up and down her thigh. It was warm. She moved for a moment before settling back down. My heart was racing, and I could barely think straight. Was I really going to go through with this? Was I really going to try to attempt a plan which I had been thinking about almost all the time for nearly a month? This was the moment in which all those questions would be answered.
I pushed myself completely up and onto her bed. I was trembling, but I could not back out now. I had waited far too long and had planned too much to back out now. I ran my hand up and down her thigh again to see if she would wake up. It was warmer. She moaned ever so slightly, but she did not wake up. I began to feel the blood pouring into my groin area. I could not wait any longer.

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