School Girl Party

Three friends met at my place for my “returning to school after ’X’  number of years” party. I insisted on everyone being in costume.

“Jessie!”, exclaims Tabatha, “that skirt is short!  Bend over!” *giggle*

It felt strange wearing it since just earlier that day I was bent over a client’s knee engaging in a naughty school girl role-play.

“Your bottom is so pretty.  May I kiss it?”

Enroute to a popular dining establishment in a plaid skirt, white collar shirt, white fishnet knee highs, black Manolo mary-janes.  I’m sitting in the back of the car thinking, I’m crazy, I need a buzz to wear this.  As I am making call-ahead arrangements, Tabatha is chatting furiously away to Petra and totally ignoring the red light ahead. 

“Table for three, party name is Jessie… RED RED RED!!”

We have a laugh and I am thinking a car crash would keep me from going through this evening in this skirt.  

Arrive at the establishment and the place is packed. Eyes dart at us, dirty looks from ladies, long stares from men as they clutch their beers.  My girl friends look hot in their mini skirts and pig-tails.  I look like I just came from stripping at a bachelor party.

We take our pager and seek refuge on an outside bench on this hot July evening.  We amuse ourselves with snapping pics with Petra’s cellphone.

“Stand over there and pose, Jessie”. 

I strike a girly pose as horny business men in suits oversee a few yards away.  I know they have hard-ons, I just know it.  Should I bend over and pretend to pick something up? Show them my white cotton panties.  I wore them just in case my skirt bunched on top of my butt …just to complete my slutty catholic school girl look. 

Pager lights flash.  Once sitting down at our booth, I forget about the skirt.  We chat. I try to grab their boobs, they protest (I know they love it *wink*). 

Another wonderful evening with friends.  I love them so.