1. Unwanted attention - Chapter 1


    Date: 3/31/2015, Categories: True Story, Bondage and restriction, First Time, Hardcore, Humiliation, Male Male/Teen Female, Oral Sex, Rape, Reluctance, Spanking, Teen, Young, Author: young_Jasmine, Rating: 84.8, Source: sexstories.com

    afternoon and I was all excited. We went to the mall and into the dress store. I picked up a few and went into the dressing room while mom was still looking around at some stuff. I got in and closed the door. I pulled my T shirt off and then stepped out of my jeans. There were 3 mirrors all around me so I can see all angles. I looked at myself briefly. I was wearing a pair of cotton panties and a simple white bra. The 32C cups seemed to be a bit tight on my breasts, pushing them together and up, the effect was almost as a push-up bra (not that I needed one) and the straps were leaving some light marks on my shoulders. I tried on the 2 dresses that I had picked and they both fitted right on. They were not revealing or anything like that and quite appropriate for a girl my age going to an 8th grade formal. But I was showing a lot more cleavage in both of them than they were designed to. Both had a high cut but it did not help much with that bra pushing them up into view… My mom finally knocked at the door and I let her in to see how it fits. I was wearing the red one that she liked best when we picked them out. I liked that one better also. She looked at me up and down and said that I looked great. As she looked at my chest she paused for a bit and I blushed. She pulled on the straps a bit and that just made my breasts bounce up and down. It was as much as any dress was going to conceal, so we just went with that one. We picked up a pair of matching 2” heels, any higher and I ...
    would not be comfortable wearing. The day or the dance I was getting ready in my room. I put some light lip-gloss on and did my naturally blond hair a bit. I never liked wearing makeup like some of the other girls, I guess I just didn’t want any attention, in fact I was trying to avoid that kind of stuff. I slipped the dress on and then the shoes. As I looked in the mirror again my eyes immediately went to my chest, which was squeezed up by my bra and pushed out by the dress. At the school dance there were some girls that were wearing a bit more reviling dresses (probably on purpose) but all I could think of was how to cover myself. The boys were looking at my chest when they were talking to me and kept insisting that I dance. During a slow dance they would try to get as close as they could and kept looking down my cleavage every two seconds. It was pretty obvious, but I guess at that age they didn’t quite know how to conceal it. No one was disrespectful or anything like that, but I was the most asked girl to dance and I was getting a bit tired and a bit embarrassed, especially when I noticed that some of the male teachers were looking rather insistently at me and some of the girls threw me some gallous looks. I wasn’t trying to get any of this attention, and the truth is I actually hated it. A couple of hours later I was just about ready to go home and I called my dad to come pick me up. That was the last time I wore that dress or anything like it. As time passed by my body ...