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DeepBlue89
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The odds of me being able to go out were always incredibly slim...and by incredibly slim, I mean nearly impossible.
Both of my parents were devout Mormons who were insanely overprotective of their only child - which happened to be me. Yes, ever since I could remember, my parents explicitly forbade me from going out past 6 PM. While that wasn't much of a problem when I was in grade school and could mingle with other kids during recess and lunch and develop normally psychologically, it started to become a problem once I reached middle school. Sure, my parents were religious and crazy conservative but I wasn't! While my peers at school wouldn't think so because of my shy demeanor and reluctance to confrontation, I had a bit of a rebellious flare to me...that got me nowhere. Ugh. It wasn't until, as luck would have it, my parents both had business trips to take during the same week during my senior year. Yes, from grade school to senior year, this was the only instance of them both going away at the same time. That's how crazy protective they were.
Of course, they only got worse when I got older, mainly because of how I developed. You see, I grew tall for a girl (I'm about 5'10") but also developed in...other areas too. Yes, especially around my bust. I started middle school as a bit of an 'early bloomer' but my cup size grew seemingly exponentially after every year. By eighteen years old, my breasts ballooned to a 38G. Naturally I tried to hide this with thick sweaters and the like, but soon enough, other students began to notice. Not that it mattered, I couldn't date or anything of the like. God, I couldn't wait for college.
Anyway, back to what I was saying...
Both of my parents were crushed to find out that their precious little girl, Annabelle Smith, was going to be alone for a week. They actually tried to get a baby sitter until I managed to convinced them that they couldn't because I was by law, an adult (I actually had no clue whether they were able to get a babysitter for me regardless. Still, I convinced them and that's all that mattered). What I was going to do with this time, who knew? All that I know is that I had freedom and it felt great!
As luck would have it, on the Monday following the departure of my mom and dad to the airport, I got an invitation to a party hosted by Tommy Murphy, which I was reluctant to accept - as he was not exactly the kind of guy I wanted to be around. he thing about him was that, as far as I knew, he had no redeeming qualities to speak of. Still, he was popular among some circles of the school and this was the first party that I ever got invited to. So, hey, why not? I was going to avoid him and his circle of misfits and I was bound to make some friends, right?
I had no ride there, but managed to find my way walking around in the afternoon. The invitation insisted that girls wear bikinis and for the first time of my life, I wore a two piece to an event with people in it. I was a little disappointed when I got to the place which seemed to be a sleazy, two star Motel.
Both of my parents were devout Mormons who were insanely overprotective of their only child - which happened to be me. Yes, ever since I could remember, my parents explicitly forbade me from going out past 6 PM. While that wasn't much of a problem when I was in grade school and could mingle with other kids during recess and lunch and develop normally psychologically, it started to become a problem once I reached middle school. Sure, my parents were religious and crazy conservative but I wasn't! While my peers at school wouldn't think so because of my shy demeanor and reluctance to confrontation, I had a bit of a rebellious flare to me...that got me nowhere. Ugh. It wasn't until, as luck would have it, my parents both had business trips to take during the same week during my senior year. Yes, from grade school to senior year, this was the only instance of them both going away at the same time. That's how crazy protective they were.
Of course, they only got worse when I got older, mainly because of how I developed. You see, I grew tall for a girl (I'm about 5'10") but also developed in...other areas too. Yes, especially around my bust. I started middle school as a bit of an 'early bloomer' but my cup size grew seemingly exponentially after every year. By eighteen years old, my breasts ballooned to a 38G. Naturally I tried to hide this with thick sweaters and the like, but soon enough, other students began to notice. Not that it mattered, I couldn't date or anything of the like. God, I couldn't wait for college.
Anyway, back to what I was saying...
Both of my parents were crushed to find out that their precious little girl, Annabelle Smith, was going to be alone for a week. They actually tried to get a baby sitter until I managed to convinced them that they couldn't because I was by law, an adult (I actually had no clue whether they were able to get a babysitter for me regardless. Still, I convinced them and that's all that mattered). What I was going to do with this time, who knew? All that I know is that I had freedom and it felt great!
As luck would have it, on the Monday following the departure of my mom and dad to the airport, I got an invitation to a party hosted by Tommy Murphy, which I was reluctant to accept - as he was not exactly the kind of guy I wanted to be around. he thing about him was that, as far as I knew, he had no redeeming qualities to speak of. Still, he was popular among some circles of the school and this was the first party that I ever got invited to. So, hey, why not? I was going to avoid him and his circle of misfits and I was bound to make some friends, right?
I had no ride there, but managed to find my way walking around in the afternoon. The invitation insisted that girls wear bikinis and for the first time of my life, I wore a two piece to an event with people in it. I was a little disappointed when I got to the place which seemed to be a sleazy, two star Motel.