[BOOK IS A WORK IN PROGRESS AND CURRENTLY ON HOLD AS OF 8/9/23! SOME CHAPTERS ALREADY POSTED!]
Rosaleen Martinez had an ordinary life with nothing exciting going on and she loved it. She didn't worry much and she was independent. Being her best frie...
"What do you think about this dress?" Ariana, my best friend, said. I looked up from my sketch book as I gave my attention to Ariana. She wore a red silk dress, a very bright and beautiful color on her, her hazel eyes really popped out with the color. I loved it, she looked absolutely beautiful.
Her brown curled hair reached down to her elbows, dark lashes long and curled naturally, lips plump and pink, cheekbones high and just right. She was the definition of perfection and good genes. She was almost a lookalike of Angelina Jolie, but a darker version. She was Italian, she was cooked very well by her beautiful mother while carrying her, who's equally beautiful and dark skinned as her, if not a bit more darker. Her hips couldn't lie even if she wanted them to, round and curved to fit into anything nicely. Her legs were nice and long, thighs fat and juicy, like her ass, a whole plump peach. Barbie would be jealous, if she were actually real and not a doll.
The dress she wore almost made me drool with a sudden hunger. Her dress was snug against her body, a slit on both sides of her dress, a v-shape curve around her chest with jewels sewed on the v-shaped line, on her neck there was a diamond necklace on there, glaring for attention, her heels had little rubies on them making them extremely pretty. She wore sparkly earrings that fit her ears perfectly, lips a darker red almost picturing blood with the gloss on them. Her cheeks were a light blush and her eyebrows were perfectly arched and filled in, eyeliner arched like a wing and her eyelids were painted into a sparkly red. Absolutely magnificent.
"You look delicious babe. I don't think I want anyone to see you like this, I'm jealous." I told her, she squealed and walked up to me, sitting on my lap as I was seated on the small couch she had in her bedroom. I giggled as she kissed my cheek, almost close to my lips.
"Thank you! I wouldn't know what to wear if it weren't for you making me this dress. It's gorgeous, Rose, I love it. Truly." Ariana squealed again, coming in for another kiss, this time not landing it on my cheek but my lips. I smiled and pecked her lips quickly as I patted her bum to make her get up.
"As much as I enjoy having a smooch of your precious lips, you've got a birthday party to attend to downstairs and I'm sure your boyfriend, bitchy little mister Trent, wouldn't like to see our old habits happening again. I respect your relationship, and as much as I hate to admit, if he makes you happy I'm willing to respect his boundaries, and you missy should also do just that. I don't want a moping little bee buzzing in my ear about how much she misses her boyfriend again." I huffed out, she pouted and rolled her eyes.
I know saying I respected Trent's boundaries and all and then proceeded to peck his girlfriends lips was a bad impression of me but my god she was the most hottest woman I've ever had the pleasure of ever being this intimate with and befriending, she just loved me as much as I loved her. Unfortunately we had to stop giving small little kisses to each other because of her relationship with Trent.
