I Looked Down Her Blouse

Fbailey story number 720


I Looked Down Her Blouse


I hated changing schools yet again. This was my sixth high school in the last two years. My father changes locations like most men change their underwear. I get to stay in one place for maybe four months if I’m lucky. I have extra copies of my school reports, my medical records, and all of my other important papers. I have hard copies as well as having them on disc and a flash drive.

The best part, if there was one, was that we lived in fancy hotels all of the time, lived out of our suitcases, and ate out most of the time because room service usually sucked.

Since I never had time to get to know a girl the old fashion way, I had to be aggressive. That alone turned a lot of really nice girls off. However, at fifteen years old and in the tenth grade my hormones were raging. I didn’t have a choice.

I had developed a sense of what type of girl to look for. I was still a virgin but I could get most of the girls that I picked out to let me fondle their breasts and finger their pussies within a week or two.

The girl would be pretty much the girl next door type. They would be cute, have nice bodies, but they wouldn’t flaunt their assets. They would be good students but not overly popular.

Casey was that kind of girl. I spotted her in my homeroom class on the second day. It took that long because as a new student I knew the first day would be half shot before I even got to any of my classes.

Casey dropped her pen on the floor and we both went down for it. As she reached for her pen I looked down her blouse.

Before she stood up she looked at my face and it was quite obvious that I had looking down her blouse.

Casey asked, “Did you like what you saw?”

Now she said that in a very sarcastic way but I just smiled and said, “You have lovely breasts. I would appreciate seeing them again. Can I invite you to swim in my big indoor pool or soak in my large Jacuzzi?