it was the night of the party and i desperatly wanted to pull. Jess had given me an outfit, but to be honest, it was waay too skimpy, and i didnt have a chest like hers to pull it off. it was black and slinky, it had a plunging v-neck and it came down to about 2 inches below my bum. No way.
angela was just going in jeans, but i wanted something a bit more daring than that. I rumaged through my wardrobe looking for something half decent to wear when i remembered that i had a little mini skirt stuffed in my drawers somewhere. that would do. i finally found it, it was denim and frayed at the bottom, it was also quite short, shorter than i would usually wear, but it was halloween and everyone looked trashy at these sort of parties. i threw on a white cami but realised my bra was black, and very dull. if i wanted to pull i was going to need something a bit more exciting than a white cami and a black t shirt bra.
at the bottom of my underwear drawer was a pretty lacy red bra, if i was going to get to at least third base i needed good underwear, so i pulled out the matching panties, they were also red lace but they didnt cover much. not quite a thong but not full on granny pants.
i then pulled out of my drawer a black cami that would come low enough on my chest to show about half a centemeter of my bra on either side. black stilettoes would compliment this outfit but as i was already clumsy enough i gave them a miss and opted for some safe black dollies.
i styled my hair into loose curls and did smokey eye makeup to make me look mysterious, yeah right, me mysterious, in my dreams. i heard the sound of a car horn outside my window and looked out to see my best friend jess wearing an outfir that was worse than mine and brought one word to mind... slut.
nevertheless i stumbled to her car door tripping about 5 times on the way and falling down the stairs once. I got into the car and buckled my seatbelt and we set off for the party.