Okay... I can write some more I think... Oh, yes... The Boys... I laugh when I look back on so many of the dumb situations I've gotten myself into... It's like I could always see something coming, but never tried to avoid or change it...
I sat in my room that evening... trying to figure out what to wear... He said something "killer"... I was suspicious... but at the same time... I have always enjoyed male attention... Honestly... the more guys I saw falling over themselves over me... motivated me even more... I decided on a pair of white shorts and a yellow halter that laced up the front. The beauty of the halter was that I couldn't get it laced tightly enough without suffocating me, so there was like about an inch of flesh visible between my breasts. It was the only size they had in the store when I bought it... and I had to have it... The effect on my cleavage was pretty dramatic, and the material was that rubbery stuff like on a body glove bathing suit.
I put on a pair of sandals and thought I looked pretty cute... I put my hair in a single ponytail and tied it with an elastic scarf. I remember descending the stairs after Jim, my brother, had yelled at me for the 87th time to "come on, let's go" I felt my heavy breasts bobbing up and down as I walked down the stairs... It definitely had the correct effect on my brother... He apologized for yelling and everything. We got in his car and he drove us to the Boardwalk.
We met his friends there, Zeke and Arnie... I was only able to put up with them, because I LOVE the rides... especially the roller coaster! Jimmy wouldn't ride it... scardy cat... but Zeke and Arnie rode it with me till Arnie got sick... Yuck... That killed that... cuz they wouldn't' let me ride alone... Something about the "wrong" kind of guys might try something with me... Right...