France
My friend Lizzie and I went to brittany in the north of France for a weekend in June when we were 15 years old. As soon as we got there at 10.30 at night we threw our bags into our room, and quickly changed into short skirts and more revealing tops. I had a boyfriend back home, but I thought this would be a nice drunken girly weekend with my best friend and so I wore my tightest denim mini, with my long light brown legs on show, and a baby pink polo shirt, with my 32D cleavage almost bursting out. We then left her parents in order to go and find a cheap bar to get wasted in. We were walking along the path by the marina when we saw a group of four …