” I crossed one ankle onto my knee and soaped up my size eight, repeating the maneuver with the opposite foot. “So Thursday is pink panties day?�... Gerry was smiling at me, pointing to my crotch with his eyes. “Shit head,” I said splashing a handful of soapy water in his face. I stepped out of the tub, grabbed a towel, and headed for the door. My heart was racing and I knew I had taken my sexy little game too far. I decided to get in bed and play with myself. “I’m gonna read in bed,” I said over. "I'll take them back while you go ahead and undress". I said. When I returned and entered into the dressing room Becky was standing on the bench in just her panties. I felt a little shiver shoot through me. "Let's try that one on first", she suggested. Upon which time we tried all three that we had there and I told her that I would go look at some more dresses and return with them. Upon returning I said, "Check this one out! It is so sexy! It is so you! It is so hot! Quick, put it on, I can't. The last thing I remember about that episode was flying through the air and headed toward the water and some rocks.When I woke up, I figured that I had to be in a hospital bed, but, let me tell you, I was surprised to be here and seemingly all in one piece. I had to have been doing a swan dive toward some hellaceously sharp coral rocks that surely would have killed me, but here I was without a noticeable scratch on me. I didn't know what had happened, but I was glad it had, no matter what it. Big, luscious, firm, triple-D-cup boobs. Eighteen years old and barely legal. Looking so sweet and innocent with my big, brown eyes and the sassy, short, auburn hair that drives you wild. I'm your living fantasy. And I _know_ my sultry voice nearly makes you cum in your pants. You _couldn't_ resist me, no matter how hard you tried.I know because I've been a lot of things to a lot of men. You can't believe that, can you? I've had more men than you could count. More that I can remember! .