I arched my back, and began checking myself out. I was 17 back then, and extremely well fit. I was 5’6, about 112, maybe 115lbs, with perfect D34 breasts. I was extremely proud of my sexuality, but lately, I’ve been finding myself wanting a different attention then what I’ve already been getting. Sometimes, my vagina area would ache, and the only way to describe it was simple: The Unscratchable Itch.


I walked into my school, back arched, breasts sticking, out, my jeans hugging my hips and ass the way that made GODS tremble. I was simply perfect.

As I trotted down to my first block, math, I noticed something really odd. A guy was making out with his girl, nothing new there, but the guy had his fingers in the girls pants.

I shook off the thought, she was probably itching or something. I disregarded the senario and continued to math. The second, I repeat, SECOND I walked in, every guy’s jaw dropped. I made my hips sway, and pushed my long, luscious brown hair off to the right side of my head. School was otherwise uneventful.


On the bus, I met up with my best friend, Alex.