 Part One
 "Oh, all that athletic stuff isn't important," the Hispanic girl on Katrina's left said. "All amateurpie we really have to amateurpie do is show some T&A for the amateurpie boys." The three girls giggled at that, with Sylvia joining in belatedly as she struggled to remember the girl amateurpie's name. Mary? No... Maria, that was it.
 "Anyway," Katrina continued, "I'm having the squad over to spend the night tonight. Nothing special; we're probably just going amateurpie to watch some TV. Can amateurpie you make amateurpie it?"
 Sylvia rang the doorbell, fighting down the amateurpie butterflies in her stomach. Her chance to amateurpie belong, her chance to fit in was tonight. She ran one hand through her hair amateurpie as the other nervously squeezed the handles of amateurpie her overnight bag. She hoped that the hour she'd spent in the amateurpie school library looking over the cheerleading squad amateurpie photos in last year's yearbook would allow her to recognize amateurpie the rest of the girls.
 Sylvia amateurpie fought to keep her composure as she stepped inside, but she was unable amateurpie to stop herself gawking at the amateurpie woman's attire. She image was dressed like amateurpie... well , Sylvia might've said that she was dressed amateurpie like an airline flight attendant. Except that flight attendants usually wore skirts that did amateurpie more than just barely cover their asses amateurpie. And Sylvia had amateurpie never seen a stewardess showing quite so much cleavage, or wearing quite amateurpie so much makeup. The uniform wasn't made out of any amateurpie sort of ordinary fabric, either; it was shiny all over, like some amateurpie sort of plastic. And the way it clung to the blonde amateurpie's amateurpie well image-proportioned body made her look like something straight amateurpie out amateurpie of a porno magazine. "Umm... those are amateurpie interesting clothes, Ms. Young," Sylvia blurted, not sure what to make of them.
 The boy looked up, and Sylvia amateurpie recognized him immediately as the creepy kid who'd been looking at her at her locker that afternoon. He was giving her the same look. Undressing amateurpie her with his eyes, really amateurpie. "Hi," he said simply.
 Sexy.
 Sometime later, just as one of the characters on image the show was trying to amateurpie decide which guy she really loved amateurpie, Sylvia heard a soft moan coming from the love seat. Startled, she looked amateurpie over to amateurpie see Heather's deep-brown amateurpie hand gently rubbing Brittany's pale abdomen amateurpie. In fact , the tips of Heather amateurpie's fingers amateurpie seemed to amateurpie have amateurpie slipped under the amateurpie waist amateurpie of the blond girl's shorts. Sylvia watched in fascination as the long fingers flexed slowly, drawing forth another amateurpie moan from image Brittany. How long amateurpie had this been going on? And... how deep did those fingers go? Had Heather been fingering Brittany amateurpie throughout the show? The amateurpie whole show? Not even stopping for...
 "If you amateurpie what, Sylvia amateurpie?" Maria amateurpie asked amateurpie sweetly. Her voice was melodic.
 Maria continued her efforts, running amateurpie her hands over Sylvia amateurpie's body, smoothing out the amateurpie slick plastic amateurpie uniform. Sylvia gasped as amateurpie Maria's hands ran over her plump breasts. The blonde leaned back, sighing as she felt amateurpie Maria's ample chest pressing into her back. Maria was such amateurpie a good friend.
 "Now stand upright amateurpie and let me finish dressing you," Maria said. Sylvia acquiesced, keeping herself amateurpie still as her new friend placed a white amateurpie nurse's cap atop her head, securing it with bobby pins. Maria then hung a stethoscope around Sylvia amateurpie's neck amateurpie, tucking amateurpie the amateurpie head into the blonde's already amateurpie-tight cleavage (and amateurpie thereby causing Sylvia to sigh in pleasure again amateurpie).
 Sure enough, Katrina's brother was standing in the doorway. Several girls had run up and amateurpie thrown their arms around him amateurpie, plastering him with amateurpie kisses. Tiny little Kim had amateurpie jumped amateurpie onto his chest, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his amateurpie shoulders, her face buried in his neck. Sylvia was bewildered amateurpie. The kid was a creep. Why were these girls so excited to see him?
 The response was immediate. "You can try it on us, Alex." Donna gushed amateurpie, jumping up and down excitedly. The other girls followed suit, shouting animatedly and begging Alex to take their pictures. Sylvia couldn't believe that these amateurpie gorgeous young women were so amateurpie interested in the scrawny little creep. Still, she had to admit amateurpie that amateurpie the idea of being photographed amateurpie was exciting amateurpie. Especially in a tarty little outfit. Sylvia shivered amateurpie at amateurpie the thought.
 Alex shifted amateurpie his attention next to Kim, who was making creative use of amateurpie a amateurpie test tube. Sylvia was bewildered by amateurpie the girls' behavior. And yet she found the whole scene somehow... exciting. She remembered as a little girl how amateurpie she'd played dress amateurpie-up with amateurpie her friends. It was exciting to image put on clothes and see how she looked. The little girls would amateurpie run around pretending to image be amateurpie fashion models. This was like that . Except that dressing up amateurpie had amateurpie never gotten her amateurpie so horny amateurpie before. And the pictures... She amateurpie realized that she desperately wanted Alex to take pictures of her.
 Sylvia turned to ask Maria another question, but the Hispanic girl started speaking first. "Help amateurpie me take my shorts off, Sylvia. I want Alex amateurpie to get some shots of us together amateurpie." Maria turned to face away, bending a bit at the hip to push her tight amateurpie behind amateurpie toward Sylvia amateurpie. The blonde image wasn't amateurpie quite amateurpie sure how those two concepts were interconnected, but she sank to her knees amateurpie anyway, bringing her hands up to the waistband of Maria's tight denim cutoffs amateurpie. "Oooh. Oooh. Smile amateurpie for the camera, Sylvia." Maria exclaimed.
 Kim's grin grew wider. "With your tongue, honey." She opened her mouth and waggled her tongue for emphasis.
 The two amateurpie bespectacled girls had fallen giggling onto amateurpie the bed amateurpie and were amateurpie playfully amateurpie jousting for access amateurpie to amateurpie each other's crotches when Alex amateurpie lowered his image camera and smiled ruefully. "I'm afraid I'm out of space in the camera amateurpie, girls." Eight female amateurpie voices amateurpie whined in dismay, including, Sylvia was surprised to note, her own amateurpie. "I'm sorry, too, but there's nothing I can do about it," Alex sighed. "Why don't you girls go amateurpie back out to the den amateurpie and watch amateurpie some more TV while I go process these image? I'll show amateurpie them to you later on, all right?"
 Sylvia amateurpie's attention was drawn to amateurpie the TV as the lights went down and the show came back amateurpie on...
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