The Girl sat on the Museum steps waiting for her friend, she was early, but in no rush. She played with her smart phone, not being one for social networking sites, she read blog after blog of nonsense, and spent hours watching music video.
Tonight, herself and the friend were going for a few drinks, and maybe tease some boys in the rock bars in town. She loved teasing boys, but always made sure the boys knew they were being teased, all just fun, and the boys loved it too.
She checked the time, still 15 minutes till the friend was due, she uncoiled her earphones and started to search on her phone for some music to listen to that she hadn't heard before. She noticed some teenage lads in the distance skateboarding, and searched for something fast and noisy. A text alert buzzed her to let her know the friend was 10 minutes away, cool.
As she listened to the fast music, she was reading a blog about some sad looser that collected tea towels, and took them all over the country to enter them in competitions, some people eh.
She noticed that the skateboarders were closer now and gathered around a bench 20 yards away, chatting and laughing, they looked to be about 18 years old, 7 years her junior. She vaguely recognized some of them from the bars in town, or maybe all youngsters had started to look the same. She thought she'd still pass for a teenager. Some of the boys were standing with their backs to her, and some were sitting on the backrest of the bench facing her.
Another text from the friend, 5 minutes away, if the friend stopped texting, she'd be here by now. The girl glanced in the direction of the skateboarders, one of the boys that faced her had noticed her, he was trying to look at her without her or the others noticing, he looked nice for a youngster and wore a Ramones t-shirt, the music playing on her earphones was the Ramones. She smiled at the boy, but he didn't seem to notice.
She suddenly realized that from her height up the steps, he must be looking up her skirt. She felt her face flush, but it wasn't with embarrassment or anger. She tensed for a moment, and looked back to her smartphone, she was smiling widely and couldn't help it. She looked back to the boy. He was oblivious to his friends, and just stared with lust. She thought about what clothes she'd put on for tonight, the old denim skirt wasn't particularly short, but her knickers were very brief, almost G-string, she was wandering how much of her body the boy could see. Certainly the underside of the top of her thighs, and the gusset of her knickers stretched tight over her mound.
