You Little Slut
November 19, 2007 – 10:00 am
I had just got dressed for the masquerade party as a high school girl in
pigtails and tennis shoes. With my white blouse, short pleated skirt, and
as tiny as I am, I could pass for about 15 or 16, but I had recently just
turned 18.
As I was running around trying to get ready, I heard the doorbell ring and
thought to myself, is my date here already.
Answering the door I saw this lady mail carrier with a package for the
people next door who weren't home, and she asked if I would accept the
package for them, and I had to sign the sheet for the post office.
As she fished in her pocket for her pen I carefully looked at her and her
tom boyish features, and thought to myself the only way I could tell that
she was a woman was her tiny breasts, which barely made a lump in her
uniform shirt, and she sort ...