Today was Ray's eighteenth birthday, and she was very excited. Her dad promised that he'd buy her a new car.
Her mom made her a cake and they had the whole party planned for her.
She wore short shorts and an off the shoulder shirt that was white and you could clearly see her blue bra through it and lots of cleavage. She was a 36 D and actually enjoyed them.
A few of her friends including the boy she likes were also coming to her party and she wanted to look good for him.
She walked downstairs and into her backyard, her family and friends yelled, "Happy Birthday!" to her.
"Thanks guys." She said.
Ray sat beside Connor, the boy she liked, he smiled at her.
He looked right at her breasts and she knew he was staring at them, she liked it.
She really ended up getting that car from her dad, she was so happy and she hugged hugged him tightly and as she pulled away she noticed he looked down at her chest, she felt a little awkward as she pulled away.
After she finished opening her presents and eating cake, she said good bye to her family and friends.
"Bye... Ray." Connor said starring at her breasts for a moment before looking into her eyes.
"Bye Connor." I said as he left.
"Good night and happy birthday my sweet girl." my mom said kissing my forehead and going to sleep.
"Thanks mom." I said then she left.
I walked into my bedroom and my dad was in there, leaned against the wall, "We need to talk." he said.
"About what?" I asked him.
"Why you were dressed like a slut today."
"I was not. So what if I showed a little cleavage. Get over it." I said.
He approached me and put his hand to my neck and squeezed, my dad was never like this.
"Dad let go, your scaring me."
"If you're going to dress like a slut then I'm going to treat you like one."