Summer Rebound Fling

At the time this story took place I stood a little over 5'7. I am still to this day on the plus size and at that point in time I was probably weighing in around 250 pounds with wide hips and 44C breast size. I have a natural wave in my hair that turns into an afro if I don't take care of it. My hair normally has a reddish tint to my brunette coloring, but two days out in the pool a week during the summer turns me into a natural bleached blonde. I usually hold a tan pretty well but working night shift and sleeping during the day had made me almost as pale as my hair.
I'm a true blue jeans and t shirt kind of girl with a thing for cute underwear and religiously wear thongs. I rarely do my hair or wear makeup, but when I'm out on the prowl for a new flavor of the month all that changes. My curls are carefully tousled to look like I just rolled out of bed after an all day romp. My blue eyes are accented with shadow and mascara to get the most drastic effect. I have a very wide smile likened to Julia Robert's, so I keep it basic - just enough color to catch your eye. A moment later you're thinking what those lips would look like wrapped around part of your anatomy. I will wear a shirt cut just right to accentuate my high seated breasts and ample cleavage. Low rise jeans so you can see a peek of my thong and my piece de resistance - the "Hoochie Heels" as my friends calls them. It's rare to catch me in anything shorter than a 3 inch spike up to my favorite, a pair of black, patent leather, 5 inch spike stiletto mules reminiscent of The Rocky Horror Picture Show.
The night of my 25th birthday I was itching for some fun. I had been out the night before with my two best girlfriends and had spent a somewhat quiet night just out having drinks. I had just started dating a guy named Keith so I had behaved myself. He was against girls who went out and drank, even if it was a once in a while. Since that was my main plan for my birthday, he had decided not to come out with me. He called me only two hours before my friends were to pick me up to tell me he wouldn't be celebrating my birthday with me after all. I was absolutely furious with him. After my angry phone call with him I ripped my conservative outfit off and went riffling through my closet. I quickly pulled together an outfit and sat down to redo my makeup.

When my girlfriends arrived to pick me up an hour and a half later I was greeted with catcalls and wolf whistles from my crew. I was wearing a light blue V necked tank top with lime green bra like straps