Approach the guys

You decide to approach the guys. I'm not going to take this **** anymore. I'm a beautiful, grown, fit women and they have no right to pick on me anymore. As I approach, I notice John matured wall. He now has cute facial hair, dressed to the 9's with perfect dark hair is now fully built into his 6'2" frame.

As I approach them with a prepared monologue, John, about 5-6 feet away, looks me directly in the eyes, pulls a confused smile and said, "OMG, Jenn, is that you? We weren't sure because you look... different. " John was never shy to share his thoughts and gave me an obviously body scan, holding for an exceptional time while looking down my cleavage. John hands me a hack and coke and his two friends join us to cheer to "old times". I don't think they remember they hated me, but I'll roll with it. I've never been with the cool crowd before, and this is fun. As time went on, the drinks continued to pour. An hour later, we are all laughing and drinking. After one of the many jokes, I noticed John put his hand on my back. A moment later, he began to lower his hand until it was against my butt. Next, he slipped his hand under my skirt and squeezed my bare ass.