A question caught me by surprise-3

And so, the six of us made our way to Dave’s house. As expected, the
place was a dilapidated hell hole, worn down by years of abuse and neglect.
But there was beer, and beer can make anything better.

We arrived separately. Vicky and I rode in her car, Michelle and Ryan
in his van, and Nick and Jennifer in his truck, thus affording each of us a
convenient exit without burdening the entire group. It also had the
unspoken benefit of keeping Jen and Vicky away from each other.

Vicky had something of a tomboyish streak about her, which I actually
liked as a rule, but clashed considerably with the designated feminine
attire of the event. All the other girls were dressed in cocktail dresses
of some kind or another. I was actually a little excited about the
prospect of showing up at a social function with a date that wasn’t my
twin, so the fact that we were dressed almost identically, jeans, leather
jacket, and Tom Petty/Rolling Stones t-shirts kind of undermined the whole
effect.

Jennifer on the other hand looked like something out of a dream. She
wore a little black dress, a very little black dress, which basically
consisted of a strip of shiny cloth that served to cover her ass and sort
of cover her tits, albeit very poorly. I didn’t know that she owned such a
gratuitous article of “fuck me” clothing, so I assumed she bought it just
for this occasion.