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I kissed dating goodbye synopsis
What happened to an innocent virgin sixteen-year-old new to the ways of what in England are called public schools because, of course, they offer only private fee paying education.
Like all girls of my age though, I was very self-conscious about my body and oh so wished that breasts, 37 D-cup, pendulous, with pointy pink nipples, absolutely exquisitely beautiful as they were to any who saw the truth, were more petite, not so bold, and more like those of some of my "normal" sized friends.
I had too, already become aware of the power of my beauty.
Arriving to live-in there on the afternoon of the day before the first of the new term, I was surprised at how friendly and welcoming the girls who had been there already for some time were to me, as a newcomer, as we all stood around in the assembly hall waiting to be formally sorted into our year-groups classes and dormitories.
But I could not help hearing conversation around me in which the word "slag" (meaning, I supposed, a whore - a hooker) kept recurring.
As if I should know what she meant, the most talkative of my new companions, a girl my age called Tania, explained that the School Slag had left at the end of last term and her replacement was yet to be chosen.
She went on to say that Marion or Josephine were the front-runners, but that I was so pretty I better keep my head down."Melody Smith" I responded boldly and confidently, "And I'm not a tart!" This set off a good deal of chatter among the prefects, which the head-girl listened to whilst blatantly ogling me.I was an innocent, with an angel's face, startling light blue eyes that would flash green when I was aroused from whatever cause, and blonde hair reaching down below my very shapely buttocks.Yes, you are absolutely right, I could indeed sit on my beautiful golden hair.Though I never tired of being told how pretty I had become, I was embarrassed by the way grown men I had known since childhood would now treat me like a goddess.Somehow I instinctively knew though, that this was not something to take overmuch advantage of, and I found great pleasure in being reportedly known as "a nice girl".Synopsis: Interviewed in "Confessions Confidential" on TV last year, the stunningly lovely Melody Smith made veiled reference to events that happened to her when, as a teenager, she transferred to the girls only St Catherines Academy in Scotland to finish her schooling. Melody Smith's Schooldays by Eve Adorer Chapter 1 - My New School If we are only beautiful when we are young, when I was young I was, believe me I was, extremely beautiful. But what you want to hear about, what everybody wants to hear about since my famous, or should that now be infamous, television interview, is the full-uncensored truth of what happened in my final school days. My face is everywhere and pictures of my face and body, clothed and not, challenge all young women to a competition with me they have absolutely no chance of winning.At state school so far, I was good, better than good, at everything academic and was heading for a university place, probably at the best. I was the best runner in my school; advantaged by my long legs, though, since I had become a teenager, I did not want to do exercise that would make me unfeminine: I did not want to develop obvious muscles.My parents continued their busy working lives and, though only just turned sixteen, I considered myself old enough to make my own way by train and cab to my new school.