I started dating Anna about six months ago and she moved in with me last month. Last weekend she took her kids to visit their grandfather on the other side of the state so I once again had the house to myself. While rearranging our bedroom closet I found a box full of old diaries and decided to read them. I was completely shocked. Of course we've talked about our past but not even in her most inebriated state did she mention most of the exploits I read.
Anna is a short girl of five foot one inches. I've seen photos of her when she was young and although Anna was never a thin girl she held a lot of her excess weight in the best place possible, her ample chest. She's always had very long hair and while in her late teens and early twenties it hung down clear past her ass it's now only a little past the middle of her back. Her hair is dirty blonde and although I've never seen her with a bush I have no doubt that her hair color is natural.
Anna went to Western for only two semesters but apparently during that short time she was quite adventurous. I have collected the best stories here in small groups because individually some of them are kind of short.
The only form of editing I've done is choosing which entries to submit and which to not. These are all her stories in her own words.
October 31 2013
Well tonight's the night. Jamila, Brad and I are spending Halloween at a frat party. Over the last month Jamila and I have been going to dollar stores, resale shops and the Halloween store to put together the perfect costumes. The frat is having a theme, "Totally 80's," so my roommate, and apparently mentor, decided she and I would go as slutty eighties girls. Think Madonna in her early years of stardom. She suggested that we be twinsies, except her costume is hot pink with black accessories while mine is black with hot pink accessories. Of course she wanted us to show a lot of skin. I argued a little but she pointed out we'd be wearing big glasses and heavy makeup so no one that didn't already know us would know it was us. I guess that logic worked enough because I relented and agreed.
We found the accessories, lace fingerless gloves, lace hair bow, rubber bracelets and those glasses that are just plastic lines instead of lenses online for cheap. The tutus were found at the Halloween store, luckily for us they had exactly what Jamila was thinking of. The bustier was a little more difficult to find, we looked everywhere. She was insistent that they be lacy but transparent and finding one in hot pink was not easy. We ended up getting them both from a lingerie store online. They were a little more than we wanted to pay but Jemila assured me it would be worn more than once. Trying it on last week I was surprised at how much of me was visible and how little my roommate cared. She reassured me that with the top it'd be fine.
Just outside of town there's a topless bar with an adult store attached to it. That's where we bought the rest of our outfits. She couldn't find a hot pink garter belt so she had to settle for a black one. They did have the right fishnet stockings and lacy G-string panties though. The fishnet shirt was shorter than we expected but we have the lace corset so we both agreed it would work.
Brad just texted me that he's on his way up. He got off easy, his costume makes him look like Bruce Springsteen. Blue jeans, a white shirt and a red hat sticking out of his back pocket. Lucky fuck. The jeans are tight enough to show off his bulge though and the shirt accents his muscles so there's at least that.
October 31 2013 (part 2)
Ok, waiting for Jamila to finish her hair. I am nervous as hell. Even with the fishnet shirt our tities are very visible. Hers more than mine but still. She doesn't seem to care at all. In fact she surprised me by not even thinking twice about changing in front of Brad. I mean, we had our strip card game a month ago but it still shocked me how nonchalantly she dropped her towel after her shower. I could see it made Brad uncomfortable also. His eyes darted everywhere else in the room except directly at Jamila.
"What, it's not like you haven't seen all of this before," she teased him. Standing there casually drying herself she added, "come on Brad, you know I love it when people see me naked. Incidentally, so does your girlfriend."
"No I don't," I tried to protest.
"Yes you do," Brad said with a smile, "and I guess I like seeing others look at you."
Soon Jamila and I were both nude before putting on our costumes. I'm sure Brad was in his own little heaven watching us get ready. In fact, I know he was. We both noticed him shifting in his seat as he readjusted that thing growing just beneath his jeans. I asked him to grab me something just so I could see him stand up. The view of his rod embossed on his jeans was more erotic than if he had pulled it out and showed us. The desire for him to take me instantly consumed my every thought. For a split moment I pondered giving in and letting my roommate watch us go at it. Then the memory of her suggesting to Dwayne that I join them entered my mind and I had to quickly talk myself out of beating her to the punch and offer up my boyfriend first.
Once my costume was on I looked in the mirror and it was obvious that the fishnet shirt did little to hide how much of my boobs were showing through the bustier. I wanted to protest but Jamila was so excited at how we looked.
