#68776 - When I woke up in the morning, the bright sunlight seemed to be saying ‘come on, get up, get drunk, have fun!’ I looked over at Lizzie, her fuller figure barely covered by a light blue top looked so tempting, and I briefly considered leaning over and caressing her soft, smooth chest, when I snapped back to reality, pulled on some short hot pants over my miniscule designer bikini. Lizzie and I then crept into her flat, as quietly as possible so that her parents in the next room didn’t wake up. I knew I looked hot for a 15-year-old girl, and I wasn’t going to let my boyfriend stand in the way of some fun in the boiling French sun – besides, it’s a different area code, it doesn’t count, right? Within an hour, Lizzie and I were heading down to the bar from the night before.