It was my birthday and I decided to just have my one good friend over. She was the kindest sweetest person anyone could ever hope to know. She was blonde and had the most beautiful smile, not to mention a nice looking chest. I have no idea what her cup size is but they are definitely worth the look, and the best part is that she understands that men will be men and she didn't mind when me or other men stares at her chest.
I had told her to be at my place around 7 for dinner. I was cooking even though it was my birthday and I probably didn't have to, but I'm a much better cook than she is and I wanted to stay cozy at home. She was late and I was starting to get worried that something happened to her. It was almost quarter to eight when I finally heard the doorbell ring. I quickly ran to the door and opened it.
When I opened the door I found one thing that I had expected and one thing that I didn't. It was my friend that was at the door, but what I hadn't expected was what she was wearing. Most of the time she wears a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. The only time she would wear anything different was when she went to school dances. She was still in high school but I had graduated although I still lived locally. She was wearing a hiked up plaid pleated skirt and a tight black leather vest. I had never seen her in anything like it and was really surprised.
"Are you gonna let me in, or are you just going to gawk?" she said when I just sat there staring instead of letting her in.
"Oh, um, sorry, come in," I managed to spill out while trying to regain my composure.
"I guess I should have expected that," she said walking in, "I mean, I can imagine that it was quite a shock for you to see me wearing something like this." As she said that she did a twirl and I nearly did a heart attack. When she did her twirl, her already hiked up skirt went even higher up, and although I couldn't tell what material her underwear was made of, I knew that they were black. Just that made this day better than any left in my memory.