they don't care

Luke shook his head. "I hope you don't ever wear that kind of bodysuit." He said, loud enough for me to hear. I could see Taylor smile. "Don't worry, Luke. That's not my thing." She said. They kept walking, ignoring me.

Jess put her hand on my shoulder. "Put this in you slut." She said. So, I slipped on the cutoffs, though they didn't hide that much else. The front squeezed my pussy lips and the back showed my asscrack. Lucy came out. "You might want to put this on." She said, holding the top.

"Sure." I said, unenthusiastically. I slipped it on. Jess scanned me. "I think that it isn't showing off those mounds enough." She said. She tied the back of the shirt. "There we go." She said, coming to the front once again. Lucy had gone back into the house. "Let's go to school." I said.

I hopped in my 2014 Toyota Corolla. It wasn't a nice car, but it got the job done. Jess came in right beside me. As we pulled up to the college, boys surrounded my car. The dumb boys.

"Luke must've told these fuck boys that you were wearing a bodysuit." Said Jess. "Ya think?" I muttered harshly.

We got out of the car, and the guys sighed. They'd probably thought I'd actually come to school only wearing that thing. What idiots. Most of the guys left, except for Melvin, a pretty handsome black guy. I could see the lump in his pants, and it was pretty hard not to stare at it.

"Hey..." He started, nervously. "Hey." I said.

"I'm having a party tonight, wanna come?" He asked.

"Who's all cumming?" I asked.

"Mikey, Jake, Sara, Jillian, Dillon, Kayla, Luke, Taylor, Gr-" I cut him off.

"Luke? Taylor? You must've heard me wrong. Who's all CUMming?" I said, wisely. Jess shook her head. "Ha ha. Very funny." Melvin said sarcastically. Luke and Taylor were known to be the cleanest people around.

Luke never swore. He was the top athlete in the college, and had good looks to go with it. Along with a great sense of humour, he had a blonde flow, inviting blue eyes, and a blonde stubble. He was debating on a football career or a professional ice hockey career. Taylor, much similarly, was another top athlete. She had long legs that guys drooled over, and perfect boobs, which had guys dreaming and girls envying. She too had blonde hair. Very, very blonde hair. The reason, mostly, she'd stopped being friends with Taylor, was because she wasn't slutty enough.

Jess nudged her. "I'm going." She said. "How 'bout you?"

"So?" He asked. "You in?"