He looked over at me, surprise entering his eyes as he was struck by my sudden beauty. I knew I was gorgeous. Don't worry, I don't brag about it or anything, but I know what men consider beautiful, and I had all of that. Long, darkish-black hair that just barely covered my breasts. (size 32 C, perfect by the way.) I had those rich, chocolate brown almond shaped eyes they always have in books. Oh, and thick, luscious lips too. I forgot to mention those. (I hate talking about myself, but I just thought I'd set the scene.) I was tall, that was my one flaw. But the advantage to that was my legs, long, and freshly shaved, so nice and smooth. I will admit I have some pretty decent calves also…along with a butt. Now, I worked for that butt, I'll give you that. And it's perfect. Yup, well at least I think so. I had the luck of getting my mother's curves, full hips, nicely shaped bust. And I also got lucky with having a friend who is PERFECT at picking out clothes, makeup, etc. Today I was wearing a tight, (but not too tight) black dress with some lovely white flower embroidery. My hair was down in long, natural waves, my lashes were thick and full, and my eyes perfectly shaded to give a hint of untold beauty.
You may be thinking, oh, this is just another one of those lucky girls who looks gorgeous everyday and comes to school to mess with guys. And I'm thinking, whoa, you are wayyy off. I'm that girl who people look at and think, wow, she would be pretty if she knew how to wear makeup. I wasn't even a 32 A in 8th grade, I was still wearing those ugly fabric bras that little girls wear. I didn't get my period till halfway through sophomore year, heck, I wore my first thong at the beginning of junior year. Yea, I know, I'm a bit behind. But now that it was nearing the end of senior year, I had blossomed into a new flower so to speak, and everyone was beginning to notice. I had boobs, a butt, and a cute smile to go with it. The one thing I was missing- a boyfriend.
Not that I really knew what I was missing without a boyfriend. Everyone had one, (well, not really, but everyone had HAD one at some point) but there is all that stuff they keep hidden under wraps, all of the little kissy stuff you DON'T see in the hallways. All that stuff that I knew about through reading, movies, and research. (There, I am a geek. Yes, I did have to look up what "oral sex" was.) But hey, I'm only in high school, what was I missing out on?
The boy headed my way across the dance floor, and I suddenly felt Alisha tap my shoulder.
"Go over and meet him!" She whispered, pushing me forward. I did so, trusting my friend who had experience with these sort of things.
"Hey, I'm Trisha." I smiled up at him,
"Eric." He replied, "Wanna dance?" Man, he had a good smile.
"Sure!" taking his hand to the dance floor, I thought to myself, "test #1…dancing)