"My name is Molly Indrabooty. This is my adventure. My father Sahseej is from Mumbai, India. My mother Marjorie Lovett- Indrabooty, was born in Miami, Florida of the U.S. of A. I laugh knowing that both cities begin with the letter M and end with the letter I. There is karma within my name, Molly Indrabooty. Again, the letters mimic the cities of my parents. I liken myself to be as any normal eighteen-year-old student. My father is a Brain Surgeon. My mother a Botanist at Miami State University. Both of them want me to become an academic I hate school, but I endure. As an only child I obey the best I can, yet my own needs are becoming evident.
"Relocating to Miami has been a culture shock. I love it here. The beaches are beautiful. The city intoxicating. So much so, that I find myself pondering school. I just want to fit in. Beginning school here in Miami is strange, half the school year is already over. The other students look at me funny. Only because of my heritage. I take after my mother and her stellar beauty. Yet, my skin favors my Hindi birthright. I know I am a goddess reborn. Yes, I giggle at myself for saying that.
"Boys fall all over themselves as I pass them by. Girls feel threatened and make fun of me. I am uncertain what to make of this new life. My shyness contains my arrogance, yet I like to be worshipped. Still a Goddess reborn! My senior year of high school will be anything but boring. I insist.
"Behind my parents back I have purchased books and magazines to perfect my beauty. Having very wealthy parents offers me the chance to hide my creative freedom. Such as shopping. I have clothing that I could never wear around my family. Very sexy clothing. Well hidden, sexy clothing. I wish to be desirable. Yet I find it hard to wear them in public. Fear will need to be conquered."
"Even make-up is all new to me. My complexion is nearly perfect. This allows me to forego buying unneeded masks. My body is heavenly if I must say. As a Goddess I must admit this too myself. Think of me as you like, I know what I see, what others confirm. My height is 5'3. I have exceptionally long toned legs. Keeping fit, I adore my tight stomach, and perfectly sculpted bottom. My best trait are my vibrantly aggressive 36D's that demand to be noticed. Thank you mommah, for your genes. I am a changed woman. I will be what I need to be. Whatever it takes!"
Molly Indra, as she prefers to be called exited her father's SUV on her sixth day of classes. Each day she suffered the Miami heat by wearing two sets of clothing. One for her father to be customarily proud of, and one that Molly needed to express herself by. Like every day as her father drove away Molly raced into the school and straight to the restroom. Quickly changing into a tight grey mini dress with low cleavage, she packed up her underwhelming wardrobe in a book bag and placed it in her locker. Free at last, she primped at her long raven curls in a mirror attached to the interior of her locker door and began her day. Thankfully, Miami was openminded in its dress code. That mini dress was so short that even other girls wearing similar were jealous. Tramp! Welcome to the club.
Shutting her locker, she turned on her left heel and found herself face to face with a tall, muscular young man in a football jersey. His chest was her first impression before flaring her eyes and proceeding to look up into his dazzling gaze. Twinkle, for certain!
"Molly, right?" He grinned leaning a shoulder on the row of lockers next to hers.
"Yes, Hello." She warmly smiled with a hint of bashfulness.
"Welcome to Dolphin Town. My name's Caleb. Quarterback the last two years. I'm not bragging, just saying. Mind if I ask you a personal question?" His brown eyes were dreamy to match his golden skin, blond hair tied back into a short ponytail.
"How personal?" She shyly giggled.
"Why do you dress twice every day?"
"Oh, I'm afraid my father has a different opinion than you might. He would keep me conservative forever if he had his way. My mother is less bothered but would still side with him. I must make my own decisions."
He nodded with puckered lower lip, "Nice decisions. You're sexy as heck. Hope you don't mind my saying."
"Not at all. Thank you, Sweet Charmer."
"Am I wrong in thinking you're not American?"
"I am from India. My mother is American. Is that bad?"
"Why would it be? Kind of cool actually. Word of advice though, that cleavage is a monster. Might be a dress code violation. You might want to hide behind me around teachers, especially Principal Chavez. He can be a ballbuster."
She looks down at her burgeoning breasts, "Too much? Should I wear more?"
He raised a brow then decided to grin, "Fuck the dress code, you see what other girls wear or you wouldn't dress like them. I say never too much. Keep it coming until you get hassled for it."
"I intend to. I must admit I like the attention." She bites her lower lip and teases her cleavage with a hooked finger, pulling it outward to expose more definition.
"Oh, you're certain to get plenty of attention. Not for just that cleavage. If you don't mind my noticing your legs and ass, they have my thumbs up too."
She fanned herself with both hands, "To be honest, you are the first person to offer any compliments. I'm new to this type of clothing, but I cannot lie. I love the feelings I get when I wear them."
"I can tell. I see goosebumps on your arms. Are you sure you're even going to be able to sit down in class?" He chuckled. "That skirt is thigh high. One wrong move and everyone is going to see up there."
Molly fidgeted slightly, looking down at the hemline of her dress. "I hope so. Not that they see," She snickered, "that which would be quite embarrassing. If they do I will not object."
Glancing at the clock on his cellphone Caleb growled, "Bell's about to ring. History, 1st period, right? Same here. I noticed you the first day of school. Every day after."
"I think all the boys have. You must look behind you."
Caleb tilted his profile and shook his head. Behind him gathered six other boys. Most of them insecure about themselves and not exactly as handsome as Caleb Houser himself.
"That's anywhere you go with looks like yours. Only the beginning Molly. Boys will be boys."
Taking a deep breath Molly Indrabooty fluttered fingers at the gathering. Every single one of them were too numb to return the favor. With a shrug between Caleb and herself they heard the 1st period bell ring. "Walk you to class?"
"I would be honored to walk with you. Lead the way. I will follow."
"Always do." He chuckled turning with swagger. As they walked along Molly took time to look over her shoulder at the gathering of boys, now watching her wiggle down the hallway. She held her breath and flared her big brown eyes living in the moment. She just knew her butt cheeks were peeking out from under her hemmed skirt. Entering the classroom she found all eyes upon her, including the girls. Some smiled, some sneered. The teacher had to stop writing to find the source of sudden silence.
The short balding teacher noticed Molly immediately as she took a seat toward the back. Caleb left her side for a chair two rows ahead of her. As she settled in, just as Caleb predicted she found her hemline in distress. As stretchy as her dress was it was demonic and resisting her efforts to maintain it. She swallowed noticing Caleb looking back at her with a humorous grin. She forced a giggle and smiled back as she clenched her knees tightly together. Unable to turn her attention elsewhere she explored this handsome jock with interest. "I cannot even blink. He is gorgeous."
Molly noted Caleb shaking his head then offering a wagged index finger in her direction. It confused her. What was it for? Across from Caleb sat a fellow jock who discovered Molly by following Caleb's gaze. He was awe struck in seconds. So much so, that he began whispering to Caleb without removing his eyes. Again, Caleb wiggled his finger then pointed at her. She began to stress. Offering a dumbfounded look toward Caleb. Then she noticed the other boy wag his finger too. Her hands outstretched to her sides she mouthed, "What?" unable to decipher their meaning. A third boy caught on by eavesdropping and turned to look at her, dropping his jaw. He too began pointing at her.
Finally, she felt the overwhelming urge to part her knees, this made the boys examine her more intently. She surmised that they were looking up her skirt. Was this what they wanted? Eying them she moved her knees even wider, her black lace panties easily slipping into view. She grew wet knowing that was what they wanted. It shocked her that she was willing to offer them a peek. Even more the fact she dared to lift her skirt up for a better view. Other students catching on were drooling. Girls were rolling their eyes. Competition! Great!
Clearing his throat, the teacher Dudley Bruce began asking a series of questions while moving about the room concerning the Battle of the Bulge. The term made all the guy's chuckle and nod toward Molly. Her eyes grew huge at their teasing. She loved it! Every time he mentioned Bulge, Molly crushed her tits together feigning a series of blushes. This made the guys in class crazy. Even a few girls. Those that weren't amused bit their tongues and groaned.
After 45 minutes of bulges battled the bell rang, the students rising from their seats and moving toward the door. Molly blended into the crowd movement as Caleb and his friend smothered up to her.
