I do not own Lizzie, Miranda, Claire, Ethan, Gordo, or Kate. I only own Josh, Bryan, T.K, Paul, and Spike.
"Hey, Lizzie." Kate drawled," I just wanted to let you know that we're playing a little fun game tonight at a friend of mine's house. Wanna come?" "Why me? You have Claire! And if you're serious, I'll think about it," Lizzie replied, confused. "Sure, okay. And Claire is away on vacation with her parents. To the Bahamas or something. Kay? See you tonight at my house. They'll be there to pick us up." Kate quickly walked away, shaking her ass, just wanting to see some guy's expressions. Kate, Lizzie, and the whole crew were all 17 this year. Lizzie had started to grow some breasts when she was 15, and now she was hot. She still felt awkward, so she wore a sports bra at this age and time. She wore two shirts to show the evidence. Miranda had gotten piercings on her plump nipples, and she was fierce now. She had long, dark red hair, and wore only tie-dye tank tops and a black miniskirt. All the time. Gordo had moved on without them, to travel around the world with his parents. After Kate was a B cup, her boobs didn't grow anymore. So, Kate had her breasts enlarged to a D cup, and she wore a miracle bra combined with a push- up bra. She was still a slut, but was strangely becoming nicer and nicer to Lizzie. Kate wore skirts so tight, that her butt could have exploded out of them. They also barely concealed her tight pussy, in which the fact that she had given up wearing underwear a long time ago. She only wore nipple bras, which is what is sounds like; a bra that only covered her nipples. Sometimes, when she felt shy, which was barely never, or she felt like doing something different, she'd wear a normal bra, and a tight tight belly shirt that was three sizes to small for her, a sparkly thong, and a really small skirt that showed her whole butt if she bent down just to pick up a pencil from a table. "Miranda! Miranda!" Lizzie called, "What? Did you catch Ethan making out with that freshman slut again?" she laughed. "No! But that was funny. Kate just invited me to her house tonight. Should I go?" Lizzie jiggled, excitedly. "Uh- sure. Whatever. I don't really care about that shit anymore. You don't have to ask me about everything now. We're not in 7th grade anymore, Lizzie. I have a date with Paul tonight," she yelled, all of a sudden. "Oh, you mean that college guy who has his dick pierces, went to jail twice for hitting on 8th grade girls, and raped a junior?" she asked, rolling her eyes. "Shut up, Lizzie. Just shut up and go hang with your slutty friend. Why don't you just go and make out with her if you still like her so much?!" Miranda screamed, and she ran away just as the late bell rang.