A sense of dread has come over me. My stomach is in knots. I am not sure what was going on. I am at one of those high school parties with lots of drinking and the air is redolent with testosterone. I am in a room full of boys but one boy, Jack, is standing particularly close.

He is a little too close, close enough for me to feel the heat of his body. I am having trouble catching my breath and yet there is a tingling sensation in the pit of my belly. My boyfriend, Caleb, is here but not with me. The next few minutes are a dreadful prospect.

Caleb and I are together now for a few months. We have a normal relationship. After hanging out together a few times and some serious making out, we started hooking up. The sex has been amazing. Caleb is really a dream, an athlete with a hot body. I love rubbing his chest, his back, his face. Me? I'm ok I guess.

Caleb once said I am a plain Lili Reinhart and I guess he's right: blond, slender, nice ass, good boobs, but my face just doesn't "pop" like hers. Before Caleb, I never got any attention but after Caleb, all the boys now notice me.  I liked it.  The relationship was great until a few weeks ago when out of nowhere Caleb told me that we have gotten stale.

I thought he wanted to break up with me and I started to cry and get sick. Caleb quieted me and asked if I would be open to trying new things to spice things up. I thought toys, flavored condoms and maybe even anal. Surprisingly, he had other things in mind. I am here at this party and Caleb is not by my side, Jack is.

Jack and I are standing side by side. Until tonight, I didn't know he existed. At the party, Caleb told me Jack is a friend from out of town. Jack doesn't seem to know anyone else other than Caleb, and now me. We have been standing close like this for a while when he reaches behind me and puts his hand on my upper back.

I think about moving away, but I'm frozen in place like a deer in the headlights. Jack brings his hand down my back until it stops at the top of my ass. Frozen in place I try to breathe. I find I cannot. Then his hand moves down and cups my ass. I sprint across the room to Caleb.

Breathlessly I tell Caleb what just happened, thinking he will confront Jack, but he remains calm.

"Don't worry about it! Let it go."

What? What the fuck!

"Am I supposed to stand there and let Jack cup my ass?"

"Why not?"

Apparently Caleb is taking our relationship up a level. I have played for his boys but now this is something else. Let me start at the beginning. A couple of weeks prior to the party after Caleb told me things were "stale," I thought he was breaking up with me. Instead, he took me shopping. Now how does an eighteen-year-old boy take a sixteen-year-old girl shopping? It's easy, with his Dad's credit card. Caleb is entitled that way.

It soon became obvious what he had in mind. The skinny jeans got tighter. The leggings got thinner and more transparent. The shorts got much shorter. The skirts and dresses got higher. The tops got lower and higher showing off more of my boobs and my belly. The bras got pushier. The panties went from boy shorts to thongs. The makeup got heavier.

I went from the girl next door to the hot girl next door to the slut next door depending on the day and Caleb's mood. Initially, I dressed up only for him and it felt fantastic. I felt desired, empowered. I was somebody else. Caleb really loved and wanted me, or so I thought until the day we went to the mall to hang with his boys.

Caleb wanted me to go dressed like the slut next door. I wanted to go like my old self. So we compromised. I went as the hot girl next door wearing a short skirt and a crop top. From the back, there were almost no cheeks showing while from the front the top showed a lot of belly and boob. We arrived at the mall.

Caleb found his boys. I stood there trying to look inconspicuous. The boys did not say anything to me but they were definitely checking me out, looking at my ass, my boobs and my legs. It felt good in an unsettling way. I never got this type of close attention in the past from them.

Caleb had his arm around me the whole time. I did not mind PDA but lately, Caleb was really taking it too far. He kept rubbing and cupping my ass, putting his arms around me and pulling me into him so my ass was flat against his crotch. He rubbed my arm up and down occasionally brushing my boobs.

All the while, the guys stood there not hiding their stares. Then it happened. Caleb whispered to me that he wanted me to go to the restroom and take off my bra and panties. No way was this happening. However, after some sweet talk, I finally relented and did it.

When I returned, the boys literally were slack-jawed. I gave Caleb a "now what" look and we started to walk around the mall. When we came to the escalator, the boys caught on immediately. Caleb and I got on and the boys waited until we were halfway up before getting on. I was sure they could see all the way up my ass. This was frightening and exciting.

We came down and this time the boys got on first when we went back up. From the elevation, I was sure they could see down my top but hopefully not my nipples. I must have done this ten times. Sometimes the boys went up first and watched me (and my boobs) from up above. Sometimes they stayed several steps below me watching my legs (and my ass cheeks and lips) from below. The more I did it, the harder it was to catch my breath. Was I getting turned on?

On the way home, Caleb's phone blew up with text messages from the boys. He read them after we got to his bedroom. I'm not sure what they said, but Caleb was really turned on. We ended up fucking like we hadn't fucked in weeks. I was excited about the new me. Even though Caleb was in charge today, I know convincing me to play was the power I now had over Caleb. I realized he was hooked and I liked the feeling. On a darker note, what effect was all this having on the boys?

Back at the party, I am standing with Caleb looking at Jack. I know what he wants me to do. I head back to where Jack is standing. Caleb is smiling as I walk over. All I can say that when the evening is over, I will not be the same and neither will Caleb.