Snow White in New York City

Chapter 2

I decided I wanted to go all out sexy. I'm not a slut or a bimbo or whatever but I like my short dresses and I like my long ones at the same time. Today, it was one of those days that I just want to go short and flashy. It seemed like the right occasion to do so. 

When it comes to fashion, I am a total lame ass girl. I love my designer brands and unique pieces but I also had my various chain stores that I loved. I like to think of myself as a trend setter and I have always been interested in fashion. I would have like to have started my own clothing line or taken over my mother's but my passion for acting was bigger.

Once I mentally decided on my outfit, I trolled around on the internet and caught up with the latest episode of The Vampire Diaries. Once that finished, I took out my dress, accessories and make-up and had a shower before setting of to get ready.The party was two hours away. Just as I was about to get ready my mum walked into my room. 

"Hey darling,"

"Hi!"

"Well, we've had the sex, drinking and drug talk with you so I'll hope you'll keep all of that in mind." she began.

Ugh. I hate these awkward talks, "Yeah, of course."

"Well, everything's looking awesome downstairs. Make sure you tell your guests to be as cleans as they can and get your friends to help. Your dad and I are leaving, we'll be back tomorrow evening but for now it's all in your hands. Remember we're just a phone call away and we've left four waiters to help make sure the party is smooth and that your safe."

I smiled, "Thanks mum. Don't worry about me, you guys just have fun, I'll be fine and the guys have all promised to help and stay the night." I replied.

"Good." she said with a grin.

I walked up to her and gave her a hug, "Love you mum, I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you hun," she said giving me a squeeze before leaving. After about 5 minutes, I heard my parents call goodbye and drive away.

Time to get ready.

I opted to wear a super tight purply maroon dress that fit me nice and snug. It looked like a second skin on me a hugged my curves tightly and exaggerated the shape of my butt and waist. It came to my mid-thigh and almost all of my back was open and the neck plunged down to reveal a lot of my cleavage. I was being adventurous with this dress but I really like how it made me look.

I had no doubt that guys would be putting their moves on me, realistically talking, I mean they're drunk guys, but I knew where to draw the line. I had never actually done the deed with a guy before but I have had about four boyfriends in my life time, though I'm a happy woman without one. 

Two of the relationships lasted for a bit more than a month and it only went as far as casual kissing.

My next one lasted half a year but even that only went as far as serious make-outs where we passionately kissed with him carrying me and putting me against the wall and then onto the bed. But like I said, we never went farther than him hovering over me and kissing me. I felt his body under his shirt and he just felt my hip.

My final relationship lasted a year and it was with Daniel Kilmer. One of the guys in my friendship group. We went as far as seriously intense, intense make-outs. With his and my shirt off and him feeling up my thigh.

I liked all of my boyfriends but I had something completely different with Daniel. My like for him was slowly growing into something more and it already may have grown into that something more, but I didn't want to face the dreaded four letter word so early in my life. We mutually decided to break up when we saw that we were going to end up in states on the opposite sides of the country and if we let this continue we would be too serious with each other and it would be a hard relationship to maintain because of the long distance thing. Then we would both be stupid and young and heart broken, so we ended the relationship. Though I could tell our mood went significantly down a few weeks after the break-up.