Samantha Weston walked several times by the house, so many rumours were whispered about the wild parties that went on in that house, and she often wondered if they were true.  After the fifth pass the pretty brunette came to a complete stop, standing before the house on the sidewalk and looking up into its massive windows.  She could see the lights were on, welcoming visitors with a friendly glow.   Summing her courage, Sam took a deep breath placing one foot in front of the other; she turned to head up towards the impressive door.<br/><br/>The note in bold script both shocked and intrigued her. Looking over her shoulder with a nervous giggle she was sure her mother's head would suddenly appear with that look of disappointment that she knew so well.  What luck, nothing but innocent looking houses that held innocent families going about their business.  A sassy smile tugged at her rose coloured lips as she couldn't help but wonder how many of them might be regular visitors to the playful manner.<br/><br/>Turning back to read the note one last time as she reached out a shaky hand to clasp the handle and push open the door to adventure.  One step in and she knew there would be no turning back. Her foot paused over the threshold, but only for a moment before stepping in completely.<br/><br/>"Hello?”  The curious brunette called out, her voice soft and gentle, floating around the open foyer in an inviting whisper. Swallowing she moved to the closet and removed a hanger. One more tentative moment had the fear of self discovery flutter in her stomach before swallowing down the lump that had suddenly clogged her throat.<br/><br/>Cocking her ear slightly to the right causing the soft fall of her dark hair, the exact colour of espresso, to fall over her shoulder, Samantha brought her hands to her top and carefully began undoing the small buttons.  One by one they were removed, button pushed through the eyehole, until the soft silk was open laying visible her lace bra.  With it slipped over her shoulder she hung it on the hanger before turning her attention to the trousers that hung from her slim hips.  One snap and they were open to slide down her shapely legs to puddle on the floor.  Stepping free of the material the petite brunette bent at the waist to gather them from the floor and neatly fold them onto the waiting hanger.<br/><br/>Left now in a very fetching lace bra and pantie set in the colour of scarlet red she wondered if perhaps that would be enough to gain entry into the party. Still shy, she reached to hang her now discarded clothing into the closet and brush her long hair back so that it streamed down her back like a delicious chocolate river.<br/>