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Jodie was great fun with a brilliant personality, she was also kind, caring, considerate and of course, very sexy. We had good times both in and out of the bedroom.

She fitted in well with ‘my crowd’ of friends and was liked by all, except by one girl called Diane. Diane was the girlfriend of one of my best mates, John. Diane was gorgeous with a body to die for; she looked pretty much the spitting image of Liz Hurley. Diane was used to being the ‘queen bee’ and being the centre of attention, especially enjoying the attentions of us guys. She was a nice girl, but to be honest, a little full of herself and at times she could be a little aloof, whereas Jodie was a lot more fun with a more congenial personality. Over time the centre of attention within our rather large group, shifted somewhat from Diane to Jodie. According to Jodie, Diane would make snide and b*tchy comments to her. Although it was mostly hidden, there was an under-current of animosity coming from Diane.

I had always got on really well with Diane, and was going to have a word with her to try and get the girls to agree a truce, but Jodie was adamant that I should stay out of it. Jodie said she didn’t care that Diane didn’t like her or what she said to her, and would play up even more whenever Diane was around, just to wind her up.

About 8 to 10 months into our relationship it was Jodie’s 21st birthday. We were planning to have a party and we thought it would be fun to have a theme. Jodie being Jodie, decided to make it a Kinky Dress party!

Invites were made to our wide circle of friends. A few of my older friends, who were married with kids, were a bit worried about bringing their wives to something that sounded like it could turn into a swingers party – I promised them there was no way that was going to happen and that it really was just a bit of fun. They each accepted my promise and my invite.

It was the night of the party, I was wearing a Tarzan type outfit made from chamois leathers (oh, the shame!), Jodie was wearing a pair of silky white knickers and a white lacy bodice. She was going to put on a pair of stockings, but mindful of what I had promised some of my mates, I asked her not to in order to tone it down a little. She was a very easy going girl and agreed without any problem.

As our guests arrived it was clear that every girl was going to grab the chance of going out in their stockings and suspenders (and for that matter, some of the guys too!), a chance also not missed by Jodie’s nemesis, Diane.

It was Jodie’s 21st, but it has to be said that Diane stole the show. She too was all in white, but with her taller and more womanly figure, plus the complete works of high heels, stockings, small, tight knickers, and a very expensive looking bodice, she looked absolutely stunning. Even I could see the smugness on her face as she realized she'd outshone Jodie by miles.

The great thing about Jodie was, she didn’t care - or at least she didn’t appear to care. She just went about her usual business of enjoying the party and being her usual sociable, bubbly and entertaining self.

At some point during the evening I brought in Jodie’s cake and we all sang happy birthday. Then one of my mates shouted that we should give Jodie the bumps – my protests went unheard and within seconds Jodie was on her back with at least two or three of my mates on each limb. Jodie didn’t shave her pussy or her underarms – with her spread eagled by my mates, her underarms were clearly visible to all. I remember feeling a hint of jealousy that my mates could see something so intimate, but it lasted no more than a nano second and was replaced with a stronger feeling of being turned on by it. I was only 21 and although I was desperate to have a threesome with a couple of girls, I hadn’t really thought about sharing her with, or exposing her to other guys, especially my mates. But here she was, stretched out on the floor with my mate’s hands all over her arms and legs; she of course, looked well happy with the situation and was clearly enjoying herself.

She was tiny and flew up and down with ease – by the half way count to 21, her bodice had slipped down, and her tits had popped out. The guys were enjoying themselves so much they didn’t stop at 21, they gave her another half dozen or so - ‘for luck’!

When she finally came to rest, she rolled away a yard or so towards the wall, feigning injury and exhaustion, and laid there on her front, face down with her arms still up above her head.

Whilst most of the guys were involved in the actual bumping, two of us grabbed the opportunity to find our cameras - John (who probably dared not get involved in the bumping should he suffer the wrath of Diane) and me. We both pushed our way through the crowd to Jodie. She loved having her picture taken and as soon as she saw us, rolled back over to reveal those perky tits again, smiled and struck a pose – what a star!!

Jodie, unwittingly had once again knocked Diane off her very temporary pedestal. Diane really did show her ugly side that evening because she spent the rest of the party with a face like thunder, and continually bollocked John, presumably for taking the picture.

Jodie however, showed her best side – to absolutely everyone!