I have been accused of been a bit posh. I don't think I am but I can understand why people say so. My parents are rich and like most parents they want what's best for me, so I had the best schooling, including elocution lessons, so I do sound posh, even if I don't always feel or act posh. I can be a bit snobbish at times but deep down I am just a normal girl, with normal feelings, normal wants and normal desires. For example, my parents insist on calling me Kathryn, but I prefer to be known as Kat to my friends. Kat sounds kind of cool and normal whereas Kathryn sounds very posh. So please, call me Kat.
Mother and father would have a hissy fit if they knew I had a boyfriend, they banned me from having one until I'm at least 25 and I'm still only 19. That's bad enough but he is not from the right background. According to mummy any suitable young man would be financially sound, have a good career mapped out and have a M.A. Hons. degree from Oxford or Cambridge university.
Like his parents, my boyfriend Mark, was born and bred on the local council estate, left school at 16, no qualifications, no job and no prospects. His future, like his present, seems to revolve around hanging out with his mates, drawing state benefit and spending it all on beer, fags and computer games. I guess he is what my dear old daddy would call a deadbeat.
However, I like him, he makes me laugh, with his carefree attitude he makes me relax, and he is hot, really gets my juices flowing. For now, that's all I need. I am not expecting to marry him, I just want to enjoy myself and live a little before I settle down with somebody mummy and daddy will approve of.
Mark usually hangs out with 3 friends, they have known each other since they were little kids and they are all close. They are all within a year in age and come from the same type of background. Of them, only John has a job, he is a builder's mate. He is the only one with a car so tends to drive the others everywhere, mostly just cruising around town.
I started to tell Mark my plans for us during the upcoming bank holiday weekend. Mark told me he was going with his mates to Scarborough camping, Saturday morning to Monday evening. I was a bit pissed off and sulked, until he said he would ask if I could go with them. I perked up and gave him a blow job just to make sure he did. I find there is nothing like a bit of sexual promise to get a guy to do what you want.
He told me the next day he had asked and the guys and they were a bit reluctant to let me come. They said it would spoil the dynamics the guys shared, whatever that means, but he said he told them if I couldn't go, he was not going either, so they agreed. Made me feel special, as if he chose me over them, even though we were doing what they wanted and not what I wanted, I wanted to have him all to myself, to go shopping and have lots of lovely sex.
I had only met his friends once before and then only briefly. They were a bit immature I thought, the way they acted and talked, I didn't wonder none of them had a girlfriend. They just were too macho, too full of their own shit, they had no idea how to behave around a girl.
Of the guys, Mark is by far best looking, as I said he is very hot with a capital H.
John the driver is the tallest and most muscular, must be all the lifting in his labouring job. I Liked John from the start.
Neil seemed to be the wimp of the group and seemed to just go along with the others.
Billy was the real asshole of the group. Always something to say, usually something loud and stupid, always messing around, again doing something stupid, pointless, or attention seeking. I liked him even less than I liked Neil, who I thought was a total waste of space.
The feeling was mutual, Billy made it clear he didn't want me along, he thought I was just a posh girl looking for a bit of rough. Some of his comments I felt deliberately course and rude, they were for my benefit no doubt, to make me uncomfortable, I was in no doubt he didn't like me and was going to make the trip as unpleasant as possible. Wanker I thought.
I was not going to let this asshole spoil my day out with my hot new boyfriend, he could go fuck himself as far as I was concerned, it's the only way he will ever get a fuck, and I told him exactly that. After he made a comment about hoping I was not on the rag, just because I didn't laugh at one of his derogatory jokes aimed at me, apparently, he wanted to hang his coat on my nipples. Very funny.
John drove, Neil sat in the front passenger seat, Billy in the back behind john. Mark told me to sit in the middle where I would be more comfortable but I said no, he could sit in the middle I would sit by the door. I wanted to keep as far away from Billy the asshole as I could. We set off towards the seaside, it was a beautiful day, hottest day of the year so far. All the guys were in shorts and tee shirts.
I wore a white cheese cloth gypsy top and a pink Ra-Ra skirt. The top, is elasticated at the top, leaving me bare from the top of my boobs upwards, and from my belly button to the top of my skirt. It's the sort of top that looks like it could easily be pulled down exposing my breasts. The Pink Ra-Ra is short and very flared. If it were windy my pink lacy panties would no doubt accidently get an airing.
