You have chosen to go home

You watch Amy leave. The way her hips sway makes her look even more hot than before. She turns and notices you checking her out. She blushes and waves before continuing home. You get up and pick up your towel and your bag. Turning around, you head home as well

You walk through town to your parent's house. The pavement is hot on your bare feet and the smell of the beach air is still surrounding you. On the way home, you greet the people around you. They all know you, you're the star of the neighbourhood.

Finally reaching the house, you walk inside and throw your bag down by the door. Big night tonight that you had to get ready for. This is the biggest party yet that you had hosted, everyone you know is invited.

You start to clean the house, locking your parent's room after putting anything fragile inside of it. You get snacks and drinks out, most people usually bring their own drinks and chips, so you don't worry about not having enough food.

By quarter to seven, everything was set. People wouldn't start arriving until half past, which gave you enough time to go and pick up Amy. You walk out and hop into your bright red convertible. It's a sunny day, so you leave the roof open. You pull out of your driveway and make your way towards bolstreet. You know where that is, your mother tells you it's the home of poor people.

You yourself had a good upbringing, you were born into a reasonably wealthy family and grew up in a big house and good neighbourhood. You think what it must be to have to live in a place like bolstreet. Maybe Amy is living on her own, she did seem around your age so she very much could be. If so, having any home is impressive.

You finally reach number thirty nine, a small, humble looking home with a lovely garden and a wooden fence. A stone path leads to the beautiful, intricately carved door and door frame. A small chimney pops out from the wooden roof, and and there are hanging plant pots dangling from the ceiling of the small wooden veranda out the front. The whole cottage gives off a humble, rustic sort of feel. It's fairly small and probably only has just enough room for Amy and her parents, if she still lives with them. Even though it's so small and humble, it gives off a strange sort of charm and looks very loved.

You park on her driveway and walk towards the front door, knocking gently as you get to it. Amy pops her head out, smiling as she sees you. She steps out and closes the door.
"Hey, Y/N! Do I look ok?" She asks, giggling as she gives a little spin. She's wearing a short, flowery dress. It's bright pink with white and light pink flowers. Her beautiful ringlets of blonde hair are pinned behind her ear with a flower pin. You smile as you admire her. She's so innocent, so cheerful, so beautiful, so perfect.

"You look amazing." You answer. She blushes as you wrap your arm around her shoulders and walk her to the car.

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When you arrive home after a short drive, you open the car door and lead Amy inside very gentlemanly. You stand around in the kitchen, talking as you wait for your other guests to arrive.
"You have a really nice house." She says, looking around at the huge kitchen in awe.

"Yeah, it's alright." You reply, offering her a beer. She takes it and thanks you before taking a swig.
"You saw my house, I'm not very wealthy, I mean we have enough to get by but, it's kind of embarrassing knowing that you live in this place and my house house is just.." Amy starts, avoiding eye contact.
"Hey." You say, putting your hand on her shoulder and looking into her eyes. She blushes as you do. "I don't care how wealthy you are, I don't care where you live. I really like you."

Amy's cheeks turn a deep red. "You really mean that?" She asks. You nod.
"I do." You reply. You lean in for a kiss, closing your eyes, she does the same. Just before you touch lips though, the door bell rings. She jumps away, blushing heavily. You sigh and go to open the door. You are greeted by a group of your high school friends.

As it gets later, more and more people arrive. Once the party's gotten going, you go back to Amy and invite her to dance. By now, all her nerves are gone as she's had a few drinks.
"Hell yeah!" She replies, jumping up and kissing you on the lips. You smile, putting your hand on her bottom as you lead her to the dance floor.

The night gets deeper, you and Amy get more and more drunk.
It's 3 am, and you and Amy are making out in your parent's room with the door locked. Suddenly she pulls away and starts to slowly pull her dress off.

"Let's do it, Y/N." She says in a very drunken voice, biting her lip.

Have sex with Amy?
No, she's drunk: go to page 12
Hell yeah! Go to page 13

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