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I'm 18 and all participants and characters must be 18 .
Tonight's the night, at long last. I'm gonna make a friend, dammit! I've never really had an oppurtunity to make friends, seeing as I've been home schooled all the way up until my recent graduation. I have gone to youth group at church a few times over the years, but if anything that only made me less hungry to socialize. Those people are tedious to be around at best, but at least I've been left with a solid moral foundation. I've never drank, never smoked - I hardly even eat candy. The lack of any sort of bad consumption habit has left my pale, tight, voluptuous body in remarkably healthy condition, both inside and out. In turn, the lack of any sort of social life has left me extremely naive and eager to trust. A perfect storm, you might say... depending on who you are & what intentions you have.
My choice for my first social outing? DnD night at the little game store just one town over. I've always liked fantasy & role playing. It's very much within my comfort zone. Naturally this seems like the perfect circumstances to make my first friends! I'm buzzing all day, psyched for the clock to strike 7 PM. With school out for the summer I haven't got much to do all day, so I start getting ready way too early. I like to take my time anyway, but inevitably the more time I have, the more effort I put in. It starts off simple with a warm bath, a thorough waxing all over, applying lotion. Typical grooming things for a sheltered young woman. But then it comes to choosing my outfit, and then to makeup, and accessories, and shoes, and.... Needless to say, every second of those several hours leading up to my big night was put to use. I've never gone to anything like this, and I have no concept of over or under dressing. I just assume people will appreciate whatever extra effort I put in and not think anything of it.
By the time I leave, I'm dolled up enough for dinner with the president. A tight, black pencil skirt hugs around my plump, pale thighs & wide hips, falling down just above mid-thigh. My long, perfectly toned legs each end in a strappy, black 6" heel with only the thinnest indication of a platform. Either is secured with a thin strap around my ankles. A form fitting half tank leaves a thin line of exposed, toned tummy between itself and the top of the skirt, right across my slender, cinched waist. My perky bust does a wonderful job of filling out the top, seemingly threatening to snap the two tiny, tiny straps that secure it over my shoulders. My full, pouty lips are painted an innocent shade of pink, accentuating their natural color. Either of my big, ocean blue doe eyes is surrounded by an artistically applied nighttime smokey eye. Not too heavy, but just enough to bring out the deep blue in my eyes. My long, naturally dense lashes only need a touch of mascara to complete the frame & perfect ally accentuate my features. A touch of pink blush completes the makeup look. My nails are painted cherry red, as they always are. They're natural and quite long, ending in subtle points. My waist-length hair is totally straight and falls right down my back in a high pony tail. The ends are dyed green, the shade of which falls somewhere between emerald and forest. A big silver hoop dangles from either ear, complimented by a silver bracelet around my right wrist. The final touch, of course, is my silver cross necklace that I always wear. It dangles just on the edge of my cleavage, threatening to disappear into it.
I'm looking myself over in the mirror when the alarm I'd set on my phone sounds off. It's time to go! I hurry off down the stairs, my heels clacking against the tile floor and eventually the driveway as I strut up to my BMW. Well, it's my family's technically... But I can pretend! It's only a short drive before I arrive to the game shop, parking in the little lot out front and stepping out of my car. I pause to straighten out my outfit, making sure not so much as a hair is out of place, looking down at myself with my car door still hanging open...
Limits: Scat, musk, puke, excessive blood, musk, sweat, vore, generally the gross stuff.
Message me @ VirtualGirlfriend
You can learn my kinks by playing with me, just like you would if you met someone in person. It's more natural, realistic and immersive that way. I will mention however that I'd like your character to convince my character to try weed, alcohol or whatever else you think you can talk her into to make her loosen up.
Reply to the prompt in your first message, please. Talk soon!
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