Hell, all I knew was that I got horny and enjoyed some sexual fun with whoever was willing. Mario and I practically grew up together. His family moved...to the little town in New Jersey I lived in when I was about 12. They moved to the same apartment building we lived at but one floor above us. We met outside the building the same day he moved in. We hit it off great from the get go. Mario was one year younger than me and we both seemed to like the same things, same cartoons, same board games,. "And he started to himself. He could feel his shoulders starting to heave,he pressed his fingers to his eyes to try to hold back the tears. Hecould feel his cheeks burning with this final humiliation.She kissed him on the cheek. It was wet with her tears. He turned andtook her in his arms and held her. They clung to each other until theyhad both calmed down."You said that you're kind of the same way as Sharon," she said at last."What, exactly, does that mean?"He explained that it meant that he. Even so, I started having these thoughts and desires&hellip, she paused to consider her next words, but it felt a little uncomfortable with them. At the end of the song I felt a little faint, and he asked me to sit with him. At first I declined, but went with him anyway thinking I needed a break. We talked briefly, and he told me he thought I was beautiful. I was flattered, of course, and started feeling a little flustered. I needed a drink. I started to get up, but he being the perfect. “This is the dress!” She said proudly. All eyes were on her now and she could see the men, and some women running their almost hungry eyes up and down her body in the skin tight purple dress, that was clinging to her hips running down to mid thigh aswell as scooping low at the front exposing a generous amount of her deep cleavage. She sat down again. “So I wore this dress and, um…….no bra or panties. Richie said he wanted me to feel vulnerable and exposed!”“And how did that make you feel?”.