I walk into the pub, and there you are. Medium height, short brown hair and brilliant green eyes, you look as wonderful as always. We've known each other for five years, since we were thirteen, and finally I'm old enough to have a legal drink. 18 years old at last. You're sitting there with two beers in front of you, it was your idea to catch up, for birthday drinks you said. I know I look good and I can tell you think so too because I can see your eyes roaming my body, nodding in approval. I'm short at only 5"2 with curves I know some girls would kill for, 12D breasts, a curvy round arse and my brown hair has grown since you last saw me, it reaches past my nipples now. Plus, I'm wearing a tight, black dress that shows my body off fantastically.
My foot is resting against your leg and my hand is on your thigh, my fingers running up and down your inner thigh. We're talking and laughing, my other hand strokes your arm as you say something funny. I'm chewing on my bottom lip and playing with my tongue piercing, rolling it between my lips. We've finished the first round of drinks and I go up to buy the second lot, as I walk away I can see some old guy at the bar grinning at you, he's wishing you good luck- wishing he was as lucky, I can see it in his eyes. I come back to our table with our drinks and we sit for another half hour, finishing our drinks before deciding to walk back to my house, I only live a couple of houses down.