I knew it was probably a bit silly of me, but I didn't know anyone here, and I wanted to at least try and make a few friends. So I dolled myself up a ...it, put on a bit of make up though not too much because I didn't want to look trashy, and "hit the town" - so to speak.I was just eighteen at the time, but figured I could get away with it. I have long ginger hair that tends to frizz if I don't keep it under control, freckles, green eyes that tend to hide behind rather geeky looking glasses, full. She was crying.I answered the phone. “Hello.” I heard her sobs and recognized her voice. “Johnny,” she said.“Chris! What’s wrong? Is everyone okay? Are you okay?” She spoke, but I could hardly make out what she was saying.“Look,” I said. “Calm down. I can’t understand you. Take a deep breath and tell me what’s wrong?She took a few minutes then seemed to compose herself.“Everyone is okay,” she said through snorts and gasps.I felt the tension in my chest begin to subside. “So, why are you. She tried to avoid that area dead center between her hips and thighs, but her eyes wouldn't let her.Her hands went to her crotch and she stroked her puffy lips and pulling up, her little nubbin appeared. If it hadn't been so late she would have stroked it until it buzzed."But now was not the time," she thought.As she released her labia, her fingers wandered up to that "V" above her sex and rubbed there."No," she thought to herself, "No real hair there yet. Not yet."Her fingers wandered up her. I sat down and she came back and told me that the guy had stopped her to tell her that he could see up her skirt. She said that she had pretended she didn't know and thanked him before bursting into a fit of the giggles. The guy looked over and said "I thought i was doing you a favour!" before i told him that he was meant to see. With that he picked up his drink and came over and sat at out table. I explained that Mrs O loved showing off and told him that he would have seen a lot more if the.