This particular day just after my high school graduation and two months before Labor Day is one that I will remember for the rest of my life. It's something that I had dreamt of doing but I needed the assistance of a pro. They all said that I was under age until the day that I showed an ID proving that I'm 18.
I have small breasts and a gentle curve at the waist. My hips are somewhat curvier though I'm not exactly hour-glass. I'm ok with my figure. It's what God gave me. I've been told that I'm pretty so that helps my self-image.
It actually all started late one evening just before the ceremony. I was hanging out by the high school gymnasium entrance with my girlfriends Tina and Lisa. We were laughing and cracking jokes, getting stoned. The "weed" was really good quality.
On a dare Lisa streaked about a hundred meters through the illumination of street lamps.
Lisa is not built the same as me. Her breasts are larger, her waist and hips curvier. Also, she's Brunette. Tina and I are blonds.
Anyway, that incident led to me doing something that I had been thinking about probably since April.
A Monday afternoon saw the three of us sitting in Cafe Nero.
I brought up the topic. "Do you guys know that there's a shop in town that does body art?"
"Painting by Jen," said Lisa.
"I'm goin' to do it, get painted and walk the city streets as if I am wearing clothes."
My girlfriends looked at me and giggled.
"Naked," Tina asked.
"It will appear to be cutoffs and teeshirt."
At that moment I took the decision to go out painted but first I needed to make an important call to a boy.
Todd McCoy was in my English class and we also had a study period together. We used to chit chat occasionally and got to know each other, although I admit, not well.
Todd is a lean 5 9 blond with blue eyes. I find him attractive as do most girls. Tina thinks he gorgeous.
"Stephanie I think he has a crush you you."
Tina would have no reason to make up anything like that.
"I'm gonna call him just as soon as I get painted."
Lisa shared important information that would decide which day I get painted.
"He works in the book store."
I placed the call just then while we girls were still sitting in Cafe Nero. I heard it ring three times. Todd pick up. Pick up. It's important.
"Hello Stephanie," said Todd into the cell phone putting me at ease.
"Todd, If you're not working Friday night do you want to go for ice cream?"
"Sure," he said. After a silent second he added, "thanks for asking."
"Then I'll see you about 7ish." I replied.
I pumped my fist in the air and shouted, "WOO HOO."
"You go girl," said Tina.
Lisa reiterated.
On Friday afternoon at 2 we three came to "Body Art by Jen" situated in the plaza between a hairdresser and a Thai food restaurant.
A brunette with breast-length hair and brown eyes and a welcoming smile greeted us.
"Hello Ladies what can I do for you?"
My friends pointed at me standing between them.
Lisa spoke for us. "She wants to get painted."
"ALL right. Come right over here." Jen indicated the counter.
"Your name is," asked Jen.
"Stephanie Tattaglia," I said.
"Stephanie I need to see an ID."
On that note I took my wallet from my pocketbook and my driver's license from my wallet.
Jen looked at it for a second or two then handed it back to me. I stuffed it back into the wallet.
"What kind of outfit would you like?"
"Can you do the Jessica Simpson super skinny jeans with that lace sheer cami?"
"We sure can," said Jen.
I pulled the Visa Master card from my wallet, a card borrowed from my mom. I doubted very much she would've loaned the card if she knew my plan so I told her that I wanted to buy a painting.
