Tales of Skylar: Chapter 1
My name is Skylar. I always thought that diaries were for girls. But here I am, writing in one... Although, truth be told, I could feasibly call it a journal. Yeah, a journal sounds much more manly. It's not like it's all prissy and pink and shit; it's solid black, back and front, with a silver trim along the spine. If someone were to see me writing in it, they'd probably just assume that it was a school notebook! Not that I'm going to be taking it out in public with me, just in case. I shudder to think what would happen if some of my friends were to catch wind of what was being written in here. You see, this "story" is about two of my best friends and me. What I'm about to tell you happened way back in elementary school, back when we were all young, and innocent about the way of the world. But! Before I start that story, I must describe myself, and the people involved. Note that names will be changed so that if this journal should fall into the wrong paws, myself and my friends will have some level of protection.
So...me... Well, I am a solid black Shepherd, standing at exactly six feet tall. I'm a bit underweight for my age, but still pretty solid in the right places. My eyes are a darker blue, but sparkle in the light, or so I'm told. All in all, I wouldn't consider myself to be handsome. Especially compared to the many others I've met throughout my life. And believe me, there have been a lot! Not that I know every single one, but just who I've seen. I've lived in the same house my entire life. If I hadn't, this story would not be taking place. My first, and best, friend has lived right next door to us ever since I can remember. My parents and her parents were high school buddies. And I guess they wanted us to keep the trend going. I say mission accomplished. Shall I describe her next? I believe I shall.
My best friend, Chelsea, is a knockout beauty. There's no other way to describe her. Maybe I'm just being biased, but I'm sure most would tend to agree with me. She's around five and a half feet tall, a gorgeous Retriever with long, soft fur that shines in the sunlight. She has a modest bust, just the right size for her. I'd say she's a small C cup, but that's just a guess, because I'm a guy, so how the hell would I know her exact measurements? She's athletic, with muscles that aren't overwhelming, but still noticeable if you touch her. She's not shy, about anything. She will blatantly talk about whatever is on her mind, no matter where we are at the time.
My other best friend is quite the opposite, personality-wise, from Chelsea. She's shy and pretty timid, even in private. She's always been that way, ever since Chelsea and I met her in elementary school. She's a very short, barely reaching five feet tall, Poodle mix. Her fur is a soft black, with bits of white along her neck. She has very tiny breasts, but curves in all the right places. Her ass is perfectly heart-shaped and firm. She wears glasses most of the time, but occasionally takes them off when the three of us hang out. She's sexy in her own right, sexy in a different way then Chelsea. Oh, and her name is Meghan.
Well, that best describes who this story is about. Again, names have been changed to protect the innocent, or not-so-innocent, once you read the entire story. But unfortunately, that won't start until the next part. So, until next time, Journal!