Making the Team/Go alone, wait and see
Fuck it. You might not be invited to the party anymore, but that doesn't mean you can't watch and see what happens. Maybe you could record it all with your phone and use as leverage to get into the team? Or give to the cops to give that dick Jesse what he deserves? ... Or maybe you'll just watch for yourself. Without having thought about it, you find that your pulse is racing and that your dick - while soft - has grown big and thumping with excitement. This could get pretty lively.
In just a bit, the doorbell rings and Jesse rushes to open. From your vantage point, you can see the entrance pretty clearly. The football captain smiles and says something that's a bit too far away for you to hear. But there's no mistaking the black bombshell that walks into the house once he's stepped aside. Jada is every bit the hot, minority piece of ass people fantasize about. Dark ebony skin, defined cheekbones and full black lips pulled back in a friendly grin as she steps inside. Her glossy weave is done in a high ponytail, and the big gold hoop earrings jingle about her slender neck as the dark, cat-like eyes gaze around the room - clearly looking for Darryl. The perky chocolate tits are squeezed in a tight black tube top - and the yoga pants around her legs are the same color; almost making her look like a slender black panthress.
The girls that nervously stepped in after, however, her were a completely different story. You don't really know Jada at all, so it's hard to place a name on her sisters. But a quick guess says that the oldest one is Keisha. An nine-or-something year old girl whose huge black afro is tied back in double low puffs. Because she's smaller, her features are much more defined than Jada's. Whereas her oldest sisters eyes are dusky and seductive, hers look big and inquisitive. And where her lips and cheekbones make her look sculptured and ethnic, Keisha's look cute and pouty. She's got a simple striped T-shirt worn under a pair of one-strapped dungarees, and doesn't seems to be at all impressed with the grinning, snickering grown-ups.
And then came Tanya - looking like a doll. She couldn't be more than six, and still had the adorable looks of a kindergartener. A sweet button nose, big black eyes and a small mouth that was wide agape when she stared around in shock. Her hand clutched Keisha's overalls tightly, as if holding on to a rope in this strange teenage world. Her hair looked short at a glance, but was quickly shown to be knitted in a scalp braid. Her little feet tiptoed under a simple white dress that was completely sleeveless.
Aaron was quick to volunteer to 'take the girls upstairs', much to everyone else's chagrin. Jesse explained that they had made a little play-area upstairs, and added "so they don't see our weed" with a little wink. Jada didn't stop grinning, but did throw a suspicious glance as her sisters were hurried up the staircase. She was then ushered into the living room, and gave polite little greetings at the hungry wolves that leered at her.
"Hey, where's Darryl at?" She finally asked when Jesse sat her down in the couch.
"Oh yeah, he's in the bathroom." He lied and slunk down next to her - laying his arm on the cushion behind her. The other guys agreed, and she became visibly uncomfortable as some of them creeped in, filling up the seats in the couch.
"Is it just guys here?" She asked, trying to distract from how the guys leered and almost smacked their lips as they took in the sights of her body.
"No, we've got you - don't we?" Jesse grins and lets his arm wrap around her shoulders.
Things are about to heat up. What do you do?