14/01/2010
This is a true story about a week after I turned 18. I had always been shy, but also had a great imagination. On the day in question, I had planned on a few of my best girl friends, to come over and spend the night. These girls weren't very shy, but we all still got along extremely well. They of course had boyfriends and I wasn't that fortunate. My gf's names are Sara, Brenda and Brittany, they are also very pretty and have great bodies. All four of us have taken dance together since we were all about 5. It all started when we started to change for the night. All the girls have always given me a gard time, about being so conservative, especially with my night clothes. I told them they were wrong, so I let them pick out my clothes for the night. As it turned out, that wasn't a very good idea. They found a bag of old clothes in my closet, that no longer fit and were packed up and ready for removal from my room. They found an old white t-shirt and a pair of running shorts, both were way to small for me. But I went a long with the deal, thinking nobody else would see me.