I took out the lingerie, which consisted of 1950's style full cut nylon panties with layers of nylon frill around the legs, a white long line bra and ... wide white suspender belt.I got the top out of the bag and put it on the seat. It was a black short-sleeved shirt style top with pink contrast trim around the collar and sleeves.I took off my shirt and struggled into the bra, slipped the silicone breasts in place and then went to put on the top but Sally Anne stopped me and said I could only put. We climbed on the bus, and for the first time in my new life, I learnedwhat a problem wearing a skirt could be. There wasn't enough give in thetight skirt to allow me to balance myself well enough to step onto thebus easily. Again, I was grateful and embarrassed at the same time tohave Larry steady me up the step of the bus.I chose a seat toward the rear of the bus, Larry sliding in next to me. Iwanted to be in a position to see as many of my "classmates" as possible,to determine who, like. Somehow it was enough to shock me out of my dream, as I reached for it and pulled it out. One new text.Curiosity peaked, I checked it out, scrolling through old messages, until I found one that made my mouth drop."Good dream?" It asked. The message was from Alisson.I quickly punched the small buttons and texted her back."Yea, y?"Her answer was slow, but out of the corner of my eye I could see her smile widen."Looks like it was pretty good." Her answer was short, but the look she gave me told me. She was amazing and the two of us talked for hours and I now know she had three men before she met my dad and they had started sex for six months before they got married. She did say she was 15 when she lost her virginity – not 17. We both talked about how it happened and the feelings we had during and after we had both done it the first time. She hugged me later and said she wished her early days had been a well organised and as happy as mine were. She said in my day we didn’t have the pill.