You can't believe your eyes. "Kristen DeLaney? What are you doing here?"
"I'm an Alpha Pi," she says with a grin. "I've been out of town for a while, but I'm back now, and when I saw your name on the list of stud boys I just had to make sure I showed up tonight. Surprised?"
You certainly are. Kristen went to high school with you, and along with all the other straight males in your class, you lusted after her. She was one of the popular girls, though, and really out of your league. You're rather surprised that she recognized you, and you say so.
"It's a funny thing," she says with a wistful smile. "When all the boys want you - and don't think I didn't know it - none of them dare to say anything. You know I had to go to the prom with my cousin? No one asked me, they all assumed I was already taken. I would have gone with you, though. I thought you were cute."
You're stunned, to put it mildly. "Why didn't you say anything?" you ask.
"Why didn't you?" she counters. "Girls are shy sometimes too, you know. But as you can see, with a little help from my sisters here, I got over the shyness just fine."
Such was your shock at seeing Kristen DeLaney at the party, you realize you haven't even looked at her outfit. She's gone with the I-Dream-of-Jeanie look, a light purple/blue silk bra and panties set made of a sheer translucent material, gold tassels over her nipples, and a featherlight drape that blows in the slightest breeze. Her hair is twisted into an up-do with a ponytail hanging down just enough to flip in your direction with a flirtatious wink, and her ice-blue eyes seem to have been enhanced to an unnatural brightness with contacts. The entire outfit says one thing: Barbara Eden, eat your heart out.
"Make a wish, Master," she says with a smile. "And if you're good, I'll give you two more."
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