No, definitely not.

You slam the door and click it locked leaning against the door. “No, please don’t make me fuck creepy old guys. I like girls remember! I like girls!” You slide down to the floor suddenly tired. Your eyelids are heavy, a tiny voice in your head seems to ask, “Anything else?” You close your eyes and yawn, “I don’t know, not someone stupid enough to get put on house arrest. You pass out.

Your eyes snap open and you jolt awake. “I wasn’t wearing shoes.” You mumble as you sit there looking at your feet, now concealed by pink high top sneakers. Your head hurts and you can feel a lump forming on your forehead. “Ow.” You flick the gravel and dirt off your cute slender hands, the right one is bleeding a little.

“Holy shit are you okay?” A petite long haired brunette with stylish brown rimmed glasses asks. She is bent at the waist with her hands on her knees, her face a foot or so from yours, her wavy hair framing her face and slightly concealing black gauges in her ears. She is wearing an orange one piece backless swimsuit with a diamond cutout that highlights her pierced navel and strong abs, extremely short, loose fitting, cut off denim shorts, and black high top sneakers the same brand as yours. Her breasts are tiny and obviously pierced, hell you doubt she has much fat anywhere on her, she looks rather strong though. Something tells you her name is Dakota.

“I think I hit my head pretty hard.” You say tenderly touching the bump.

She holds out her hand, “Spin wasn’t tight enough for a 360.” You take her hand and get up. Your knees sting. Brushing off the gravel you see you are also wearing tiny cut off jean shorts with enough little rips to reveal a powder blue bikini bottom, your ever so tiny titties concealed by a matching tube style swim top, you suddenly remember Dakota picking out for you and calling a bandeau bikini. Over this you have a loose white mesh top that is essentially see through. Your navel is pierced and another memory flashes of Dakota grinning like a cat when you yelped as you got it pierced. The memory expands letting you know she was the catalyst for your hoop in the center of your nose, stud under your mouth, and your pink gauges, although you have gotten them bigger by yourself. Hers are maybe a quarter inch while yours are twice that. “Come on I’ve got water in my pack, let’s clean you up. Grab the boards.”

“Okay.” You agree and look around. You are in an old public swim park and a dozen or more kids are skating around. You see a red skateboard and know it’s yours. You grab it and the anime character covered one you know is hers. You follow her out of the park and watch as she digs into a large anime covered backpack strapped to the rack on a scooter you sort of remember buying her when she turned 16 three years ago, at the time you were six months from getting your license and getting her the 125cc used scooter seemed the perfect idea. Just then another flash of memory gets your pussy to tingle. It was the first time she kissed you.

“Get over here.” She demands.

“K.” You say and she pats the seat on the scooter. You sit down and she tends to your injuries. Her hands are soft and strong. Her lips beg you to kiss her.

Just then a black mustang pulls up and skids to a stop. “Watch it asshole.” Dakota yells at the driver shielding you from the few rocks tossed in your direction.

The driver sticks his head out the window, you instantly know it’s Eddie, her on again off again boyfriend, your cousin. Come on Dakota yer moms been calling you fer hours. Ralf needs you to work at 5. I’ve got yer uniform, I’ll give ya a ride.” He looks at you and adds, “Hey twat. You can take the scooter home right?”