Ashley’s Diary — Wednesday, May 6, 2009 (archives)

It’s taken me a while, but I’m starting to feel more comfortable now without my panties on.  Even in a short dress, the breezy feeling that would have so upset me just a few weeks ago now doesn’t bother me as much.  I know some of the freshman boys hang out near the bottom of the stairs so they can look up our skirts, but I suppose that’s to be expected.  As a joke, I sometimes flip the back of my skirt up, just as I round the turn, out of their view.  I make sure to spread my legs when I do that, just to give them an eyeful.

That’s the good news, I guess.

But there’s some bad news that goes along with that.  Just as I’m getting bolder, the other girls are getting bolder, too.  And not just in my homeroom class, either.  I think a lot of girls have been “forgetting” to wear panties.  Some girls have been wearing lingerie — slips, nighties, pajamas and the like — to school instead of ordinary clothes.

For the past few days, I’ve been coming to school in a short dress or t-shirt, with nothing under it, hoping to pick up a few points, but the other girls have beat me to those points in even shorter tops.  Have they no sense of decency?  I mean, some of the girls — and I don’t mean to pick on Taylor, Jenny, Becky and Hanna — they don’t even try to cover their butts.  It was almost funny when the four of them were sitting on one of the bench seats in the cafeteria, the kind I try to stay away from, because there’s no ladylike way to swing your leg around.  Anyway, the four of them were sitting with their backs to the door as I walked in, and not one of their tops even reached to the top of the butt crack.  Maybe it was just the way they were sitting, with their arms all around each other, giggling and carrying on, but they really looked bottomless.

Sorry for being such a party pooper.  I guess I’m just scared I’ll be the one who will be stripped this month.  I promise I’ll lighten up by tomorrow’s post.

Sometimes fashion needs to trump animal magnetism.  Today’s pretty girl may be unaware that her butt is among the most beautiful in the world.  So she covers it with a dress that is perhaps a little longer than absolutely necessary.


Don’t get me wrong.  It’s a pretty dress; just longer than necessary.  Her bad judgment in dress length notwithstanding, I find myself captivated by her soulful brown eyes.  Aren’t you?


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