His bright smile. His tattoos. His pericings. The long curly hair made him perfect to me.
The mission almost every Tuesday was to see him at the little Starbucks in the student union. He always smiled at me and of course it's just the customer serv...
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Tyla
His clothed dick pressed against her thighs, making you crave him like air. Her back is pressed against the armrest; Tyla legs instinctually wrap around his waist while he kisses down her jawline as the sweet sounds of pleasure escapes her mouth. Tyla pulls at his long curly hair again and the hold his lips have on her brown tawny skin to look up at her. His pretty dark brown eyes are wide and needy, desperate to keep pleasing her.
Tyla close her eyes as the euphoric feeling of his fingers rubbing up her thighs making their way to her already dripping center desperate for his attention. His fingers itching closer and closer, her breath hitches in excitement and anticipation. He brings his lips closer to her ear hovering over it for second as the only noise heard was both of our heavy breathing.
"Baby, you gotta wake up" he whispered into her ear making her eyes shoot open in alertness.
Beep Beep
The shrill ringing pierced the silence, making Tyla groan in agony. She sighed, rolling over to silence the alarm, annoyed by the vivid dream she had just awoken from. It wasn't like her to have such dreams, especially about a man whose name she didn't even know. She felt a twinge of guilt for feeling so flustered over someone who barely knew she existed outside of her daily coffee orders.
Sitting up, she tugged off her bright pink bonnet, letting her freshly installed jet-black wig fall to her shoulders. The band around her head kept her baby hairs laid neatly in place. Tyla scanned her all-pink room, mentally bracing herself for the long day of classes and boring lectures ahead.
From across the apartment, she could hear the faint music coming from her roommate's room. Sophia, ever the early bird, was already up, even though they shared the same class. Tyla's phone buzzed under the silk pillow.
Remy You down for lunch after class?
Remy was one of Tyla's closest friends, even though Tyla generally preferred to keep to herself. The two had clicked during their freshman year. They were neighbors in the dorms, always passing each other, but never speaking until one day Remy struck up a conversation, complimenting Tyla on her sense of style. Since then, their opposite personalities had balanced each other out. Tyla, a Fashion Merchandising major, prided herself on being well-dressed at all times.
Tyla I have to go to the library after class to study.
Time slipped by, and soon she realized it was getting closer to class. She dragged herself out of bed and made her way to the closet, which was bursting with clothes. Their apartment was nice—almost like a condo—but the closet space was the one thing Tyla wished was bigger. Her love for shopping demanded more room.
