I am a little too excited to be spending the night at my bestie’s, Hayley. I packed my overnight bag, complete with spare undies and my pj’s, in a rush to get to her place. It’s 9pm and I wanted to be there as soon as possible
Since I’m on my red Ps, I took the spare keys off the hook, said bye to my parents and drove to Hayley’s.
I was there in less than 10 minutes, knocking on the door.
“Hello Isabella, Hayley is in her room.” Hayley’s mother, Eliza, is beautiful. She has long blonde hair that falls in perfect waves around her waist and she almost always wore it down. She didn’t like cosmetics at all and her face is beautiful the way it is. She has bright blue eyes and small features, perfect hourglass figure, which all fit in a nice petite frame. Hayley inherited her stunning looks from her mother and her witty personality from her father, who had passed away when Hayley was only 2.
I made my way to up Hayley’s room, knowing where it is because of my countless visits.
“Hey!” I said, running up to give her a bear hug.
Returning the hug she said, “Hey Izzy! I’m so happy you’re sleeping over! I just need to shower and I’ll be out, change into your pj’s.” She walked into her bathroom and I heard the shower turning on.
I threw my bag on her bed and opened it up, retrieving my pj’s, which is a nice little silk singlet with matching short shorts. I undressed and slipped on my pj’s, packing away my clothes and putting the bag near the door. I undid my hair, ruffling it before letting it fall past my waist.
Looking in the mirror I checked myself out. I have dark green eyes which glow against my dark tan, long wavy hair falling past my waist and an athletic build. I have my mum’s features and personality. The only let down, I believe, about my body are my big boobs and round ass. I hate them and constantly people commented on how they wish they could have them, including my eyes. I would hear things like: “Want to swap?” and “Are they contacts/fake?”
Hayley came out of the bathroom with her towel wrapped around her and wearing a towel turban.
“Sorry for leaving you. I finally had some free time and I needed a shower,” she said, walking over to her draws and taking out underwear and pj’s.
“It’s ok hun.”
We are used to being with each other so when she stripped out of her towel I didn’t turn away.