Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. WARNING: This story contains material that some may find offensive. If so please leave now or read at your own risk! It had been two days since her birthday and on this particular morning Emily Anderson was feeling particularly adventurous. Her and Ashley had giggled about the events of her birthday on the phone numerous times and ashley was bringing a new friend, who had moved into the neighborhood yesterday, over later. She sat on her bed, casually laying back and grabbing the TV remote. Flipping channels she quickly realized there was nothing on. She rolled onto her side; her parents just now leaving for a get-together a few hours away. A picture of her, Ashley, and a girl named Sara sat on her nightstand. The three girls were sitting up against eachother at a sleepover a few months earlier where Sara's mother snapped the picture. Sara moved away but a few weeks later. As she examined the picture closely, she could see the top rim of Sara's light pink panties peaking up from the light gray sweatpants she had worn that evening. Her looking turned to staring and her mind began to wander. Sara was the oldest of the three girls when she moved away. At 16, Sara had known Ashley her whole life and the two were very close. Sara treated the girls like younger sisters and they admired her and loved being with eachother. She looked at Sara's body; the flat stomach, the breasts which were the perfect size for her body hidden under a white t-shirt and white bra. Emily remembered Sara's legs as well. They were not visible in the picture but she remembered them from the last time they had laid in sun together. Visibly they were stunning; the skin was baby smooth and her thighs were formed perfectly. Now, although subconcious, Emily's hands moved down her stomach, slowly moving under her jeans and panties. She continued staring at the picture before a small gasp escaped as her hand reached the top of her young slit. She put the picture down, now fully concious of what she was doing. She unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, not removing them, but pushing them to her mid thighs. Then, reaching between her legs began rubbing the outline of her slit under her baby blue panties. Her panties began to dampen slightly after only a few minutes of rubbing and thinking of how perfect the girl's legs had been and how she had admired them. Her daydreaming was interrupted as a car pulled up and car doors slammed. In quite a rush she slid off her pants and dampened panties, quickly donning another pair before pulling her jeans back on. No sooner had she buttoned them and gottent the zipper up then the door bell rang. "Hey Em! This is Danielle. She just moved in yesterday." "Hi I'm Emily." "Hi" Danielle said softly. This girl was extremely attractive, she was slightly younger then the two girls, only twelve and not turning 13 for a few more weeks. He was fairly tall, very slim and her breasts were well formed. Her very light blonde hair was back in a ponytail about shoulder length and she wore a brown shirt n a pair of short jean shorts. "Well, my parents are gone for the day and maybe for the night too. So we can do whatever we want." "That's awesome!" "Yeah I know. Where did you move here from Danielle?" "Umm California." "Oh thats awesome...well dont be shy around us cause we won't be around you." "Ok." She softly said, her face reddening slightly. The girls sat around talking for almost an hour before the conversation took an unexpected turn. "I'm thirsty." Ashley said. "There's some soda in the fridge. Or water." "Ok cool," she said getting up. "You want something Danielle?" "Water sounds good." Ashley started towards the refridgerator and then stopped in mid-step. "Hey Em..." "Yeah?" "You remember that beer stash we found in ur basement a few months ago while we were getting ur bike out?" "Mhmmm...what about it?" "Do you think your parents would realize if a few cans went missing?" "You mean like...drink it?" "Yeah." "I don't think they event know it's down there. But that's kind of illegal...buuuttt...let's do it!" "Uhmmm my parents will kill me if they smell beer on my breath." The phone rang just then and Emily picked it up. "Hello?..Oh hi...not much Ashley and her friend came over like I told they were going to...uh-huh....ok....well can they spend the night...ok...I love you...bye." "Who was that?" "My dad...he said they wont be home until tomorrow night some time. And he said you two can spend the night if you want...as long as there aren't any guys." "Oh there wont be." Ashley giggled and Emily followed. "Well let's get that beer." "Well ok...since I guess I'm here for the night." The girls ran down into the basement and like Emily thought, the collection of beer had not been moved since she and Ashley were down here about two months ago. "We'll take 7 cans...we can split one and then two for each of us for later." Emily said. "Sounds good" Ashley responded. The girls took the cans and went back upstairs. Emily took a glass and filled in a quarter way full with ice. "Who wants the first sip?" She asked, almost daring. "I will take it." Ashley said. Emily handed her the glass. Bringing it up to her her lips, she closed her eyes and took a large quick gulp. An odd look appeared on her face afterwards and she took another sip. "It tastes really weird but I kinda like it. Who next?" Danielle slowly took the glass, taking a fairly large sip. "Wow..that's kinda interesting...it's good though." She said with a look of oddness on her face. She handed the glass to Emily who took a very large gulp. "That tastes pretty good." Emily said as she took another sip. "I want more!" Ashley said as she took the glass, chugging most of what was left. "Save some for me!" Danielle cried out as she took the glass, spilling some on Ashley's t-shirt." "Oh...shoot...my shirt!" "We better get that off of you and run it though the wash before it smells." Emily said as she approached Danielle The actions portrayed in the above story are purely from the author's imagination. They do not condone underage drinking or any other action in any way.