Well, I am back after a little break last week that came quite unexpectedly. One of my friends who I grew up with called me to tell me that she was getting engaged! I was so excited for her. We’ve known each other forever — since we were little girls. We even went to the same school, and I have to admit, we were often naughty girls together. Well, we weren’t naughty together that way, if you know what I mean, but we did manage to get into all sorts of mischief together.
We used to sneak our party clothes into our schoolbags, and go off to classes in our little uniforms, but we were really thinking about cutting out of classes early and catching a bus to Piccadilly Circus* or wherever we had plans for. You know how school girls are, we always had somewhere to go!
I think that I got invited to a lot of parties — more than most of the girls I knew — because the guys always assumed that I was older. Or at least old enough! I mean, I’ve always been so well-developed that guys naturally thought that I was at least 20, even when I was much younger. It got me and my friends into quite a lot of places that we never would have gotten into otherwise. Talk about the advantages of having size 36F (what I had back then) breasts! Think about it, they were big enough way back then to get the guys to invite me anywhere, imagine how much busier things got when they went to G, then H, and all the way up to where they are now.
If my boobs get any bigger, I’ll never have the time to go to all the places I’ll get invited to! Looking back, I guess we did dress slutty when we went out!! I mean, we went out wearing tight shirts — mine a lot tighter than most, the high heels, all sorts of lipstick and make-up, and, of course, the tightest, shortest skirts we had. I remember one night going out wearing a skirt I’d outgrown two years earlier. It was so short that I couldn’t raise my arms up to wave to my mates or my whole bum would be showing! Oh, well, the things you do when you’re young…
So, how did we spend the weekend celebrating her engagement? How else? We dressed up in slutty, afterschool outfits and pretended we were sex-crazed 16 year olds, of course. And you know what? The short skirt still fits!
*An entertainment and shopping area in London’s West End.