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Little_Red_Rose
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It was a beautiful Friday evening with dusk quickly approaching as the sun faded. There wasn't much noise, save for the faint sound of grasshoppers chirping in the distance and my friends gossiping. It being July, the weather was great - it was warm, but not insanely humid or anything. Basically, the perfect weather for a barbecue - one of that dad normally hosted this time of year. I didn't think much of it, but thinking back now maybe I should have noticed the slight nervous mannerisms coming from my dad as he flipped the burgers. He had that look in his eye that used to make when mom was around and he was hiding some bad news.
Regardless, I was too obsessed in choosing my outfit, looking at the mirror and checking myself out. "Looking good." I thought to myself, grinning as I saw my reflection; a 5'6" young woman with an hourglass figure. I was dressed up in jeans and a pair of leather boots from the waist down, and from the waist up a cute baby blue top I got the other day. But I'd lying to you to say if one feature of mine didn't stick out the most - namely, my breasts. Yep, massive 36JJ cup breasts stretching out the fabric of this cotton shirt. Some cleavage was visible and especially the top contours of each hefty boob, with my heavy duty bra holding them in place.
I was in my bedroom with my friends from around the neighborhood; Julie, Suzy, Patricia. They always showed up, along with my boyfriend (who was going to be a little late) to these outings and we made taking a group selfie into a thing. Patricia in particular was amazed of my get-up, seeing as my dad hated it whenever I wore anything less than a sweater or a jacket. "Isn't your dad going to kill you?" she asked me, while she finished her make-up. I chuckled, shrugging my shoulders.
"Nope, apparently he said that I'm old enough to wear what I want." I said with a tone of disbelief in my voice. My dad was normally a strict parent, especially after the divorce he had with my mom when I was about twelve years old. "I know, hard to believe but hey, at least I'm free now right?"
"Yeah, and you'll get to drive Tyler crazy with those things..." she said, pointing to my chest and earning a fake offended gasp from my part "...visible. Have you guys even had sex yet?"
Okay, so I should probably explain. Tyler was my boyfriend that I've been with for maybe like...two years now? We met when I entered high school and we've been together ever since. He was a sweet guy, the smartest man in our senior year of high school, but oh man, did I get him frustrated sometimes over how slow things were sexually. By that I mean that well, we made out maybe like twice since we've got together? I know that sounds nuts, but I'm a virgin and quite frankly I was going to wait until I was married.
"Oh shut up." I replied to Patricia, before I heard the doorbell ring and the first guests arrive. "Well, looks like I should head out. Hurry up people!" I said with a chuckle, heading out first seeing as I figured it would seem pretty rude if the host's daughter doesn't at least say hi to the guests.
Regardless, I was too obsessed in choosing my outfit, looking at the mirror and checking myself out. "Looking good." I thought to myself, grinning as I saw my reflection; a 5'6" young woman with an hourglass figure. I was dressed up in jeans and a pair of leather boots from the waist down, and from the waist up a cute baby blue top I got the other day. But I'd lying to you to say if one feature of mine didn't stick out the most - namely, my breasts. Yep, massive 36JJ cup breasts stretching out the fabric of this cotton shirt. Some cleavage was visible and especially the top contours of each hefty boob, with my heavy duty bra holding them in place.
I was in my bedroom with my friends from around the neighborhood; Julie, Suzy, Patricia. They always showed up, along with my boyfriend (who was going to be a little late) to these outings and we made taking a group selfie into a thing. Patricia in particular was amazed of my get-up, seeing as my dad hated it whenever I wore anything less than a sweater or a jacket. "Isn't your dad going to kill you?" she asked me, while she finished her make-up. I chuckled, shrugging my shoulders.
"Nope, apparently he said that I'm old enough to wear what I want." I said with a tone of disbelief in my voice. My dad was normally a strict parent, especially after the divorce he had with my mom when I was about twelve years old. "I know, hard to believe but hey, at least I'm free now right?"
"Yeah, and you'll get to drive Tyler crazy with those things..." she said, pointing to my chest and earning a fake offended gasp from my part "...visible. Have you guys even had sex yet?"
Okay, so I should probably explain. Tyler was my boyfriend that I've been with for maybe like...two years now? We met when I entered high school and we've been together ever since. He was a sweet guy, the smartest man in our senior year of high school, but oh man, did I get him frustrated sometimes over how slow things were sexually. By that I mean that well, we made out maybe like twice since we've got together? I know that sounds nuts, but I'm a virgin and quite frankly I was going to wait until I was married.
"Oh shut up." I replied to Patricia, before I heard the doorbell ring and the first guests arrive. "Well, looks like I should head out. Hurry up people!" I said with a chuckle, heading out first seeing as I figured it would seem pretty rude if the host's daughter doesn't at least say hi to the guests.
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