Amanda examined herself in the mirror. How did she look? She had never been on a real date before – she'd been out with boys on what she thought were dates, but ended up being nothing more than movie outings with boys so young and unsure of themselves that they were too afraid to even make their move. Not that she was ever sure what she would do when that moment came, that moment that teachers and her mother had warned her about. Boys only want "one thing." That's what they said.
But now here she was, about to go out on a double date with two college guys, guys she hadn't even met, although Felicia has assured her that they were both "complete hunks." Little Amanda Jones, just turned eighteen, complete virgin, and shy to boot. How did she get herself into this?
Well, the answer, of course, was Felicia. Felicia, who used to be even more shy than Amanda herself, back when they became besties in math club. But after Felicia went to visit her real dad in Malibu this last summer, she had come back an entirely different person. She'd switched from her bulky glasses to contacts, had straightened her black hair, and had even had her boobs done!
Amanda couldn't believe the perfectly round orbs she saw straining at Felicia's sweater the first time she'd seen her when she got back. She looked like a young Salma Hayek, but somehow her large breasts struck Amanda as almost obscene, making her look like one of the internet pinups that seemed to constantly popping up in ads, no matter what innocent website Amanda had meant to look at.
Suddenly Felicia was no longer available to get together and watch old "Buffy" DVDs anymore – she was always going out on dates! And with many different boys, as far as Amanda could tell. Word had started to go around school that Felicia was, well, fast! Amanda wanted to defend her, but the truth was she had no idea what this new Felicia was up to at nights. They had never even had a proper chance to catch up over the summer!
That is until yesterday, when Felicia had called her up.
"Felicia," Amanda had exclaimed, delighted. "It's good to finally get a call from you!"
"Sorry I haven't been kind of out to lunch," said Felicia. "I've been really busy with some new hobbies, but I want to tell you all about them."
"Great! Do you want to hang out tomorrow night? I've got some good movies on Netflix, or we could bake cookies..."
"I've got a better idea. I met two totally babe-alicious guys from the university. They had four tickets to see a great concert tomorrow night, and wanted to know if I had any cute friends who might want to come along. So, naturally, I thought of you..."
"Me?" Amanda laughed, then snorted. "I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm kind of a sasquatch!" Amanda was six feet tall, thin and gangly, with smallish breasts and narrow hips.
"You sound like me six months ago. Trust me, you're a babe! These guys are gonna drool when they get a look at you. Just dress a little sexy. Rocker sexy."
Now, Amanda examined herself in the mirror. Did this qualify as "rocker sexy?" She was wearing her ripped, tight-fitting jeans, and a small black t-shirt with a skull on it (but if you looked closely at the skull, it was actually a pile of strategically posed naked women). Amanda had bought the shirt on a whim when she saw it in a flea market, but had been too embarrassed to actually wear it. Underneath, she was wearing a black bra, not that she really needed it for her small breasts, but mostly because the t-shirt was so thin that without a bra, her nipples would be easily visible!
Felicia showed up wearing a short, tight skirt and some kind of cardigan with that covered her arms shoulder and breasts (barely), but left her abdomen completely bare. The skirt not only was short, but sat very low on her hips. Amanda's eyes went wide. She was practically naked! Except, of course, for her ridiculous thigh-high leather boots. Hooker boots, Amanda thought.
Felicia looked over Amanda with a keen eye. "See, I told you that you could be sexy! Hmm, a couple of things, though. You mind if we tear these jeans a little more?"
Amanda looked at the jeans. There were already rips in both knees!
Felicia grabbed an exacto knife out of her small red purse. "For emergencies. Or fashion emergencies." Felicia got down on her knees and looked up at Amanda while she put her hands on Amanda's legs. It occurred to Amanda suddenly that this was sort of the angle that a guy would see of a girl if she was sucking on his – Amanda shook her head. What made her think of that?
"Let's show a little thigh," said Felicia as she pulled the jeans slightly away from Amanda's skin and used cut a line across Amanda's upper thigh- very upper, Amanda thought! It's a good thing she'd shaved everything that day.
Felicia smiled. "Now turn around." Amanda did, suddenly very aware of how close her ass was to Felicia's face.
Amanda giggled. "Sorry about the butt to the face."
"No need to apologize. That's one tight little ass." Felicia put a hand on Amanda's right buttcheek and fondled it. "Have you been working out?"
Amanda was a little shocked with the familiarity with which Felicia was running her hand over her ass. "I'm on the volleyball team, remember? All that crouching and jumping." When Felicia's hand went down, and between Amanda's legs to run lightly over her crotch, Amanda let out a little squeak.
"What kind of underwear are you wearing?"
What an embarrassing question, thought Amanda. But out loud, all she did was answer. "Lacey boy shorts. But no one's going to see them, right?"
"I don't know why not." Felicia gripped the ass of the jeans and made a precision cut across the back of the jeans, right at the bottom of Amanda's left buttcheek, being very careful not to cut Amanda's leg.
"Oh my god, what did you do?"
Felicia smirked. "Just taking advantage of what you got, honey. Letting people get a tiny little glimpse of the very bottom of your cheek isn't going to kill you. Now, about your tits."
"What?"
Felicia stood up and arched an eyebrow at Amanda. "You shouldn't wear that bra with that shirt. Take it off."
"But without my bra, people might see my nipples, if I get a little excited."
"Exactly, girl. Now get that t-shirt off!"
Amanda took off her t-shirt, as instructed.
Felicia smirked. "It's not like you really need the support, anyway. Let's get that off of you." Before Amanda could react, Felicia reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. Amanda folded her arms across her chest.
"What are you doing, honey? Be proud of your breasts. They are your friends."