Con le migliori intenzioni di Betsy - Racconti Erotici

Con le migliori intenzioni di Betsy

... I was waiting to fill out a little more, put it that way. My hips were narrow and my boobs were shaped like rockets, I swear. I kept waiting for them to get like big and round, but they just pointed out with sharppink nipples that were like an inch long. I had the longest nipples in school, I bet, and I was mostly pretty self-conscious about it.Being fifteen sucks. I mean, I grew up, but now out, see? My legs were too long for my body. My butt was round, but not very big at all. I bought these jeans, a pair I wasn't supposed to get cause first of all theywere like sixty dollars, but also because they're not real denim, but like this stretchy stuff that sorta looks like denim, and they're totally supposed to fit my legs and hips and especially my butt, all skin tight and stuff. Have you seen those? But on me they were baggy inthe back. My legs looked great, but my ass? God! I just wanted a real butt and some real tits too. That was gonna be so cool, if it ever happened."I look like a tomboy," I frowned one day, but my dad just rolled his hazel eyes."You look great, Bets," he said. "Don't worry, you're growing up too fast as it is.""I wish," I pouted and I had a good face for that.A pretty face, that's what I had, much like my mom's. Big blue eyes and a lot of blonde hair. Mom liked to keep hers kind of short, in a neat French curl down to her shoulders. I was going for sort of an alt-post-goth-punkodrama look, cause it was way cool. So my hair was long and shaggy and I liked ...

... to put like ten ponytails in it, pointing every which way, and then my best friend Shannon's sister would dye the tips blue and red and pink, cause she was going to beautician school and liked to practice, and...You get the idea.Tie dyed hair, that's what my daddy called it and he was pretty okay with it. Mom wasn't, but once it was dyed, you know, it sorta stayed that way for awhile. After the third time though, Mom had told me she was going toshave my head the next time I did it and that sounded seriously cool! I couldn't wait...But she changed her mind at the last minute when she figured out I'd kinda like having a cue cut for awhile.I wanted to get one of those cosmetic tattoos on my skull. Not a real one, but one of the temporary kind that only last like a few weeks. I was gonna get a whole bunch of flowers, like a garden growing on my scalp, and right in the middle and in between and curling around, I wanted a serpent, like a snake, you know? So it was like the Garden of Eden and temptation and all that stuff right there on my noggin.Maybe it was a good thing I didn't get to shave my head, since I go to a catholic school and all."Now," Mom said on the day in question. "Do you guys have any homework?""I got some math to do," Troy admitted."I sorta have some," I shrugged around a cookie."What does sorta mean?" she asked."We had this rape prevention thing at school today," I said, "and, oh! Look, I got a rape whistle and..." I was reaching for my purse but Mom stopped me."I ...