My breast was the largest in the school, my hips and buttocks attracted even girls and my pubic hairs maid my closest friends yell” oh Jesus we don�...�t have that much on our head”. I got hooked to a friend in my class who was 2 years older to me and she taught me all about sex through books and gave me a lot of practical experience of oral sex and masturbation. Whenever I was in the bathroom I inserted my fingers in to my pussy and when ever we got a chance my friend and me sucked each other’s. I make sure the coast I'd clear as I walk to his bathroom door and ask him if he is okay. "No dude don't thunk I am..." I quickly reply, "Don't... don't do that because then I wouldn't be okay..." pause..... "what do you mean?" I had to tell him. "I did it too you know. All the time when I was young and then.. I just didn't... but come out here, please. You need too see something."He stepped out his door still dressed and confused until he sees me dressed up and he smiles... I quickly say to. This really put me at ease and sort of set the tone for the evening. It also got me a few stares from other patrons who’d seen this happen. There was one woman, probably in her 50’s, who looked, said something to her husband then, a few minutes later rose and walked past us to the bathrooms. She had openly looked me over on the way, didn’t stay long then stared again on the way back. Yep, she was checking me out.Once seated again she said a few things to her husband…he turned and stared. I remember the clicking sound of my heels on the wooden planks. Because the height of the heels forced my center of balance forward, the rhythm of each step is different than when a lower heel is worn. My husband is laughing at me. “What?” I ask. He just shakes his head. “You seriously remember what your shoes sounded like on the deck?” “It’s physics, baby. Look it up.” Shaking MY head, I continue my story. When we reached the front of the ship, we stood in the open air for a while and watched.