Just 18

You wake up, and lie in bed for a few minutes, relishing the fact that it's your 18th birthday. It's 7:00, and you get up and out of bed to start getting ready to go to school. You sleep in the buff, and stop to admire your body in your full length mirror as you walk past it.

You are 5' 8" and weigh 140 pounds, much of which is muscle. You play soccer and volleyball, and you are athletically built. Your hair falls straight down to your shoulders in golden waves when you leave it down, though you usually have it up in a ponytail, or otherwise tied above your head. Right now, it looks quite sexy, with that just-got-out-of-bed look. Letting your eyes cruise down your body, you see your taut shoulders segue into your nice tits, nice big C cups that ride relatively high on your chest. You remember ninth grade, when your breasts ballooned in size, and every guy in the school would stare at you as you walked by. Other girls have since blossomed, and you might not get as much of the attention, but you still have an amazing rack. Below your chest is your flat stomach, and your strong hips. Some days you detest your thighs, which are large, but on the whole, they are powerful and useful. Your body is well tanned, in part from all the time you spend outside, but for those parts not

usually exposed to the sun, namely your breasts and your pubic area. Those areas are a creamy off-white, a stark contrast to the skin around them that makes them stand out. You focus your attention on your crotch, especially, and notice that some fur is starting to grow back, and head to the bathroom to shave it off. You shave your legs while you're at it, so that you can start the day off smooth. No different than yesterday, you think, but for the fact that you're 18.

You take a short shower as you do so, then walk back into your attached bedroom. As you pull on a little cotton thong, you remember that your father told you he'd write you a sick slip so that you can skip school today, if you so desire. You sit down on your unmade bed and weigh the options. At school, your friends will be present, and they'll all congratulate you, though that means you'll have to put up with classes. You could also head out on the town, maybe hit up a mall or two, and buy some birthday presents for yourself. Or you could just stay home, at least for a few more hours, maybe catching a few more winks, and then figure out how to start the day.