A Loli's ENF Adventure/Sally/Week2/Sleepover/PJs/Thong-Movie/Bargain/Traci/Flash/Drunk/Naked
With Sally still blind to her predicament, the group only got more riled up as the youngest of the girls openly partied in her birthday suit. Plenty of accusations were lobbied as the game continued, some spicier than others, but with their inebriation deepening the girls became increasingly proud of the awards the group decided on.
"Most likely to play drinking games!" Silvia.
"Most likely to have a threesome!" Sally.
"Most likely to have a girlfriend!" Traci.
"Most likely to look at porn!" obviously Chelsea.
"Most likely to send nudes!" Elly, though that went back and forth with Sally for a little while.
"Most likely to tease their brother!" That sent everyone's eyes straight towards their host.
"I wasn't teasing him! He shouldn't have even looked at me!"
"Oh he looked alright! Like when he saw your vayjay!"
"YOU did that!" Elly contested, downplaying a few scant details offered up about the hallway, every one of which drew gasps and giggles.
"He still looked!" retorted Chelsea, sticking her tongue out. "And you could have not stood right in front of him in your underwear when he was on the couch!"
Shaking her head, Elly stopped fighting and tipped her can all the way back, wiping her mouth after sucking the last drops of liquid past the opening. "I wish you had a brother so bad, because I would totally make you do this one with me if you did!"
"Is anyone else done already?" asked Traci, shaking her can.
"Yeah, I'm almost finished, too," admitted Chelsea. They were all close to empty, a fact which gave Silvia an idea.
"Here's one: Who's the most likely to have an adventure?"
Sally's ears perked up. That sounded fun. She didn't even consider the context of the game, or the fact that Silvia had stared straight in her eyes while saying that, possibly because she was the drunkest of them all by then. "Oh! Me! I'd like to! Pick me!"
"Sure! Then it's your turn to go to the garage fridge to get us some more drinks!"
That was the most scandalous idea they'd had yet; sending someone totally naked across the whole house and back. Traci's mouth dropped open, one corner creeping up into a grin while Chelsea scooped her up in a hug. The two of them collapsed onto the bed, Traci unintentionally flashing the room as her legs shot up and lifted her nightie. But once the depravity of the idea subsided, the girls began to discuss it.
"Silvia! We can't send Sally! Look at her!"
"No, no, no... I want to do it! Thass easy! Besides, who's the party girl, huh?"
"Yeah, Elly, she is the party girl!"
"Won't she get caught?"
"She could just say it's a dare."
"She could get us in trouble!"
"Your dad won't still be there, will he?"
"I'll be super fast!" announced Sally, already halfway out of the room.
Elly tried to stop the cluelessly naked Sally but Silvia jumped in her way. Chelsea then swooped in to help, but instead of helping Elly, Chelsea pulled her bestie onto the bed with a few giddy giggles, officially freeing Sally to wander out of the room unimpeded to complete her most important task.
With a cheery smile and a bouncy bottom, Sally made it all the way through the living room and across the house without too much difficulty, only stumbling once on the edge of a rug that came out of nowhere before she got to the door to the garage. When she opened it and peeked inside she noted Elly's dad was indeed present, but on the far side of the garage where all the tools were as opposed to the cozier side where a couch and fridge were set up. Sally did consider that she could likely sneak inside and take what she wanted, but she felt no reason to be sneaky! What did she have to hide?
So the tipsy tween stepped all the way in and took a few bold steps into the drafty space before waving awkwardly at Mr Potts. He didn't notice her, something Sally did not appreciate. Instead he was making strange faces while looking down at something, but Sally couldn't see what since only his top half was visible. That's so rude.
"We want more drinks," Sally bluntly called out, startling Mr Potts. Darryl ducked down, partially out of sight, bringing Sally to second guess herself. Did she say something she shouldn't have? "Um, please?" she corrected. Yeah, that was better.
"What the hell is wrong with you girls?" he grumbled, stumbling around a big metal table that had a saw blade sticking out. Sally's eye lingered on the shiny metal as Elly's dad came closer. "I told you girls last time that was all you're ge-..."
When Mr Potts stopped ranting was when Sally shifted her attention to him. She wasn't sure why he sounded so grumpy but she just smiled when she met his gaze, then tried to hide her smile when she noticed his very prominent boner. He was wearing boxers, but there was no question about it; Elly's dad had a stiffy!
He wasn't trying to hide it precisely (though it was covered). He had every intention of getting back to it as soon as this unwelcome interruption was dealt with. What he didn't expect to find was one of his little girl's friends wandering fully bare-ass naked into his garage.
"Huh? The hell are you doing, anyway?"
"We're playing a drinking game!" beamed Sally, not thinking that he might not have known that, let alone whether that was something they were allowed to be doing. But she said it proudly all the same since it was a lot of fun to play!
"Ha! No shit. I guess that explains what you're up to then." Darryl gestured at Sally's nudity, but she took that as an explanation as to why she was there.
"Yeah, we can't drink anymore. I mean, we want to, but we're all almost done. And we can't have a drinking game if we have nothing to drink. Right?"
Darryl wasn't really listening. He had picked up his glass of whiskey from his work bench and spun one finger towards the floor, silently getting Sally to turn around in confusion, looking all around herself trying to find what she needed to look at as she turned in place, accidentally showing off her fully bare lithe figure to her friend's dad.
"This wasn't Traci's idea, was it?"
"Ummm... no, it was Silvia's?"
"Hmmph. Maybe I do like Elly's friends."
"Thanks!" beamed Sally again, walking right up to Mr Potts. She had already forgotten about his boner until she got real close, at which point she had to stifle a few giggles. What was he doing in here with a stiffy? That seemed so weird. But Darryl was equally suspicious of her.
"Alright. What are you doing? Really?"
"Really? I dunno. What are you doing?"
"I asked first, missy. But right now... I'm trying to figure you out."
"Me? Oh, I'm really easy!"
"Are you now?"
"Uh-huh! I'm 4-4, 60 pounds, I like jelly beans and ponies, and tonight I'm a party animal!"
Darryl chuckled, his gaze lingering on Sally's slim square hips. "Goddamn right, you are. Alright... just a few more. But you girls will need to switch to liquor soon! I'm running out."
"How much is that?" Sally slurred, just wanting to know how many drinks she was getting, but what she was now getting was their wires crossed as Mr Potts stared at her with disbelief.
"How much? You mean...? No. Christ, I dunno... whatcha thinking exactly? What are you gonna give me for it?"
"Give you? Umm... well... I could give you a hug, but..." Sally leaned closer, up on her tiptoes and bringing a hand beside her mouth, whispering upward, "I think your penis would get in the way, so maybe that's gotta get fixed first."
"I... aw shit. Well that IS an idea..." mused Darryl, rubbing his hand along the back of his neck as he stared down at the precocious little girl taking notice of his cock. But he couldn't muse any further before an interruption came from across the room.
"Ughh... Stop being creepy and hurry up!"
That got Darryl moving. He cleared his throat, set down his empty glass, and quickly stepped over to his beer fridge. But Sally wasn't slightly fazed. She didn't even consider why Vivian had been hiding on the other side of the room.
"Oh! Hi Viv! You're here too?"
"Mmmh," groaned the teen with boredom, peeking over the edge of the boxy metal table. She only needed a single glance at Sally before blurting out. "Why are you naked?"
"Huh?"
Sally wobbled as she bent forward to look at herself, peering quizzically at her belly button, then running her hands over her chest trying to find her top, before her eyes drifted lower and spotted her prominent little pussy mound positioned proudly between her legs, plain as day. But why could she see it?
She gasped, righting herself, and covered her mouth in shock. Was she... naked?
"She's just playing some game, right Susie?"
Sally was mortified to see Mr Potts step right up to her with a big smile, now clearly drinking in her clothless body. Could he see her this whole time?! That must be where his boner came from! But Sally was so confused. When did she take off her night shirt? Was it when she stumbled on that rug? Did the girls trick her into taking it off before she left? Could it have been Chelsea who did it when they were in the closet? Her head was spinning as her skin began crawling. A shiver ran down her bare back and her nipples stiffened as she was forced to pull her hands away from her mouth to accept what Mr. Potts was passing her.
"It's Sally," corrected Viv.
"Whatever. Here." He handed two cold cans over to the nude partygoer, whose shock Darryl chalked up to Vivian's sudden presence. He turned around for more, adding, "She's a real party animal! Aren't you?"
"Y-yeah!" replied Sally, close to trembling as she put on a smile from cheek to cheek, trying to regain the confidence that had now left her. She was just standing there, bare from tip to toe, in the middle of a garage. She wanted to run away that very second. She wouldn't even leave empty handed had she found the courage to do so. But two drinks wasn't very many and Mr Potts was about to give her more, so she patiently waited, crossed her shaky legs, and willed herself to stand totally naked in front of her friend's dad and cousin.
"Here's 3 more, one for each of you, right? Just tuck one under this arm... and one over here... but one more... how're you gonna bring this back with you?"
It seemed an odd question to Sally, one that made her pause and her fear fade for a moment. How was she going to get back? Was it a riddle?
"Umm... with my legs?"
"Ha ha! Hey! If that's what you want..."
Mr Potts knelt in front of Sally, pried her legs apart, then nestled the last can well up into the crook of her thighs, right against her pussy. Sally gasped deeply as cold metal came in contact with her vulva. Though it was shockingly cold, it didn't feel bad, but it was weird to find out just how hot her pussy had been up until then. What was even weirder was that something had also just pressed between her vulva; the back of Darryl's thumb split her bald lips as he tucked the can under her. That made her twitch as well, but what really took the cake was when he pulled his hand away.
"EEE!"
Sally squealed when Darryl's broad thumb dragged its way past her clit. Her knees wobbled and she tried to lower an arm to grab herself, but all she did was cause a calamity. The can between her legs slipped free, as well as one from under her arm. Mr. Potts was able to save one of them from hitting the floor but not the other.
"Careful! You're gonna bust these open if you can't hold onto them. At least it's just dented. C'mon, try again."
Darryl replaced the fallen cans in short order, tucking one under her arm right away. Then he made sure to press the other can firmly against her sex the second time before getting Sally to squeeze the cold drink between her thighs. This meant the back of his thumb lingered even longer between her lips, really spreading her cleft as he manipulated the can back and forth, wiggling it into place. It was a sensation Sally had not been expecting to come across on her journey but it was one she could appreciate more the second time around when it wasn't as shocking.
"You got it?" he asked. Sally nodded her head, bracing herself for when he pulled away. It was much easier to deal with when she knew it was coming, but she still took a knocked-kneed half step when his digit did a drive by of her clit and slid out the front of her slit.
Humiliated, Sally turned right around and shuffled out of the room, her very cold tail between her legs. Viv shouted out some sort of message for Elly but Sally didn't even hear it. She couldn't believe her friend's dad just saw her totally naked! What would the girls think? What crazy person does that? What a... party animal?
Confusing thoughts swam through Sally's head. Did being naked make her a party animal? Did that make her more fun? She was too drunk to make sense of it but it didn't take too long to waddle her way back to Elly's room. It was just long enough to bounce between the dread and pride she felt for doing such a dumb thing. Surely the girls were never going to let her live this down. It was one heckuva story... but maybe she didn't have to tell them.
The bedroom door was closed when Sally got to it and she was forced to bang her head against it to knock, worried she might drop another can if she moved her arms. Silvia opened the door wide for her, giving her plenty of space to enter but refusing to take any of the cans. Sally waddled all the way into the room as the other girls laughed and hollered. But it was when she felt a hand strike her butt that she broke out of her pitiful daze. Her bum cheeks tightened and her pelvis shot forward which squeezed the cylinder between her legs past her thighs crashing to the floor. The already dented can had a second dent.
The laughter had already been swirling upon Sally's entrance, but became contagious when the drink hit the floor and Sally quickly joined in, barely holding onto the rest of the cans. She could accept how ridiculous she must look, but she didn't feel any less embarrassed.
"You did it!
"You're amazing!"
"So crazy!"
"Did anyone catch you?"
"Umm... nope!" Sally lied with a false smile as the girls finally relieved her of her spoils.
"Seriously?" asked Silvia, incredulous. "You went all the way there and nobody even saw you?"
"Yeah. I mean... no. I mean..."
"Ugh. What a waste."
Silvia held up her new drink and cracked the can she had picked up from the floor. The well shaken can blasted Silvia with a powerful jet that doused her pretty face and sprayed the front of her top. A new roar of laughter took over the room with Silvia's drenching, Elly keeping it together long enough to snatch the dripping can away from Silvia and setting it aside to help save the carpet before joining her friends' pandemonium. The can's target was scared stiff, though she admittedly milked it a little for comedic effect.
"Th- th- that was on purpose!" cried Silvia. "You shook it!"
"Nuh-uh, you made her drop it!"
"Did not!"
"Yah-huh! You spanked her!"
Still frozen in place, Silvia had her elbows up and her mouth open, horrified by the liquid running down her arms, dripping from her hair, seeping into her shirt, the snooty tween blinking through the unwelcome wetness covering her features.
"Ugh! Hellooo?! Can I get a towel or something?"
"No! Don't waste it!" laughed Chelsea. The pervy girl stepped past Silvia's arm and planted a long lick up the side of Silvia's face. This got a few more laughs, and even a disgusted smirk from Silvia, before Elly decided to join in. Then the two besties joined forces, licking and slurping at Silvia's face, neck, fingers and forearms while Sally and Traci looked on. Drunk naked cheerleader Sally clapped and shouted in front of them, bouncing around amused and carefree and unintentionally taunting Silvia. Traci meanwhile looked on from the bed with greater interest, shyly biting her lip as she watched two of her friends run their tongues all over a dripping wet girl.
"Oh my god! Okay!" Silvia couldn't take it for long, pushing the others away before she started whining about how her hair was going to get sticky and that she couldn't sleep in gross PJs.
"Yeah! Woo! Take it off!" goaded Traci.
"Aw yeah! Get naked!" encouraged Chelsea, but she did so by lunging at Traci instead of Silvia. Chelsea latched onto Traci's nightie and started a game of tug of war over the lengthy piece of sleepwear. While Traci was tipped onto her side by Chelsea and dragged across the bed with legs kicking, squealing and laughing and unable to keep the hem of her nightie below her bellybutton, Elly bumped into Sally with a high pitched cackle. Elly wrapped her arms around the nudie's bare torso - a fact that made Sally's butterflies flutter back to life - putting both girls off balance until they stumbled into the side of the bed.
"Argh! Now I need a shower!" huffed Silvia, exiting the room right before Traci was dragged onto the floor with a thump, which brought another chorus of giggles from the rowdy, jubilant tweens.