Crowd Surfing 2_(0)

Breanne screamed as loudly as she could for help. Dirty, sweaty smelly beer hands grabbed at her . A hand covered her mouth. She was lowered down into the crowd. Swallowed and surrounded by a sea of groping, prodding hands. Completely stripped now. Defenceless. The crowd roared!

Some girls just never learn. Weeks before new headlines spread across the nation after two innocent teen girls at a concert in Detroit were brutally fondled and then sexually assaulted by hundreds of drunken men in a mosh pit at a concert. Newspapers reported that one of the girls was now pregnant. These concerts were not a good thing for girls to attend with their friends.

Breanne arrived at Casey’s house around three in the afternoon. The girls were excited. Both sets of parents were out of town and had trusted them with behaving while they were away. The girls were told they were strictly forbidden from attending the concert they had talked about.

The girls promised their parents they would not attend but after all who would find out. Their parents were away for two nights yet.

Breanne excitedly opened her bag of clothes and told Casey to wait. She ran into the bathroom and changed. Her giggles could be heard through the slightly open door.

A few minutes later Breanne emerged. Casey could not believe her eyes. She was actually turned on by her best friend and how she looked. She wanted to grab her ass and spank it.

Breanne you could say had a highly fuckable body. Girls even envied it. The clothes she wore complimented her five foot six inch lean frame. She was wearing the latest new style of jeans called Brazilian low riders. Tight, sexy and low waisted. They hugged your ass like no other pants around as they had a slight stretch to them. The waist rose only three inches above her crotch showing off her pierced belly button on a flat thin stomach. The front of the jeans buttoned up with only three shiny brass buttons all slightly smaller than a dime. These medium faded blue jeans fit her like they were painted on or her skin. Two larger pockets on the fronts started level with her crotch and went down the front of her legs about 5 inches. On the back were small pockets you could hardly fit your hands in just above each ass cheek.

Breanne had sexy lean long runners legs that made her look taller than she was in the jeans. The best part besides the denim hugging her round bumble bee ass was how they parted just under her crotch. There was more than enough space to cop a feel if you reached under one of her ass cheeks and up into her crotch area from behind. The denim was smooth and soft. Friction would easily warm it up.

Breanne wore a black t-shirt that fit her snug and perfectly. Nothing was left to the imagination. Especially a drunk horny one as she would find out later on.

Twenty one year old Breanne looked all cute and innocent. Standing there with her fingers in her front pockets, thumbs out with her lower back arched ahead and smiling. Her feet spread with toes pointing out. She was a little fuck doll. Her dirty blond tight curled waist length hair and flawless young face made her look a lot younger than she actually was. She was mistaken for 17 alot.

She plopped herself down on Casey’s bed and cracked open her third beer. She was patiently waiting for Casey.

Casey had picked a whole bunch of different outfits. Breanne told her which one she liked the best and Casey decided to wear it. She stripped down to her lacy white underwear and dressed in front of her.

It consisted of black cowboy boots, denim shorts and a button up creamy colored blouse.