Bernadette Floyd has the perfect life. A successful model/actress. Her husband Robert 'Bob' Floyd wants her to have nothing less than what she deserves. She can't just pick up her life and move whenever he gets sent on a special mission. Except thi...
The next couple of weeks were sweet, he took me on almost half a dozen dates. We even dressed up for Halloween together. We found out on our first date that we both love sappy romance movies... So we thought this was a great costume idea.
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We had been invited to a Halloween party which was a little intimidating for Bobby because he had never been to a party like this. You know, booze, slutty costumes... the whole deal.
I invited him over to my house early that Saturday so that I could help him get ready. He even brought me flowers. Most of the time was spent doing my makeup and him watching, asking dozens of questions about it. When I finished, I walked over to Bobby, who was sitting on the edge of my bed. I stood over him, took his chin in my hand, and inspected his face. Something was missing... Eyeliner!
"Do you trust me?" I ask with my dumb puppy dog eyes. "Always." He says hesitantly.
I smile and walk back over to my vanity to grab a black eyeliner pencil. When I turned back around, he look at me as if I was holding a knife. I was only gonna put a little on his water line. When he let me carefully put the eyeliner on, he looked so good. No, he looked hot.
Bobby was trying to be a gentleman at the time because when she was applying the liner, my breasts were practically in his face. All he could do was look up at me and pray I couldn't see his growing erection.
When we got to the party, it was crazy. Music blasting, people screaming. The smell of cheap liquor made me get a headache. I took Bobby's hand and we walked over to a group of my friends.
Bobby opted not to drink so that he could get me home that night so I excused myself to get a drink. As I was pouring the drink, a man comes up behind me, a large man, someone I didn't know. I turned around to see an obviously drunk football player from another school trying to say a pickup line. I kindly said thank you and turned d back around so that I didn't have to deal with him but I came to find out that was a bad idea.
The next thing I know, I feel his hand make contact with my ass and I jump. I turn around to see him with a cocky smile on his face and he says, Your boyfriend-must love that...!" I then look to the side and see Bob running over to him with a determined face. Before I could register what I was doing, I slapped him across the face and say, "He sure does. You never touch a woman like that ever again you son of a bitch!" Everyone was staring and Bob stopped dead in his tracks. "No way that nerd can get it up." The football player says.
"Look buddy, I don't know who you are thank god I don't because I am this close to knocking your teeth out right now for saying that shit about my boyfriend. Only fuckers like you who can't keep their hands to themselves don't 'get it up'. Get your ass back to where ever you came from before I take away your chance of having children." I say at an almost yell.
He looked me in the eyes, grunted, and left. Everyone was looking at me and I take Bobby's hand I and walk out the door With tears in my eyes, I turn to him and say "I'm sorry I-" before her interrupted me with by crushing his lips into mine pushing me against the wall with such passion and feeling that I get overwhelmed and have to pull away. "Bern, that was hot." He says as I break the kiss. "Really?" I say breathless "Heck yea.But let's get you home before he comes back." He says kissing my forehead before walking me to his car.
