"Are you sure you're only sixteen?" Johnny asked he was leaning on his one arm, his other hand softly stroking my hair.
"Yes." I chuckled a bit. "What kind of question is that?"
"No..it's just," he trailed his hand downwards to my body, slowly outlining my waist and hip while my naked body was wrapped up in a thin blanket with his. "You have mind blowing curves. Normally, a sixteen year old doesn't have that."
I didn't know what to reply, so I just pushed out a smile. Which made him continue. "You do something on your body, don't you?" When I frowned at his question, he started again. "I mean, boob job...or massag-"
"No." I cut him off at once. "No, my Mom would kill me if I get a boob job at this age."
He quietly laughed and threw his next question at me. "You can be a model, you kn
