Boys

"So who was that cute guy you were talking to at the mall" Susan asked inquisitively. I blushed bright red. I wasn't sure if it was because of the **** in my system or just the nature of the question.

"His name was Zac" {if **** >=10} I slurred as the second beer was starting to hit me.you really could call this stuff liquid courage, the words came so easily {else} you really could call this stuff liquid courage, the words came so easily{endif}. It also had a second though one mention of Zac and I could feel a familiar heat between my legs.

"What did you two talk about" despite having more to drink than me Susan still managed to keep her composure.

"lots of things what I do for work, what church we went to, my hobbies." This piqued Susan's interest

"Oh he's a "good" boy like you" Susan scoffed

"Maybe...I think was checking me out"

"Ooooo what makes you say that"

"He kept looking down and when we were walking away he was still looking at me"

"How do you know he wasn't checking me out" Susan burst into laughter. I glared at her not impressed with attempt at a joke

"Just kidding, still if he was trying to check you out in those clothes"

"What is wrong with my clothes"

"Well they are very...Conservative"

"That because my dumb mom has strict dress codes you know that"

"I know that, but your mom isn't here now if you want I could lend you some of my clothes for the weekend, maybe more guys will check you out"

I didn't mind the idea, maybe ill replace wardrobe