I didn't think about any of this again for a week or so, maybe two, but then I was over at John's place, smoking weed and playing video games. Ariana was there, tight ass in a flowing skirt, keeping out the way of John, avoiding eye contact, giving minimal answers, all the while being overly polite with me, hugging me when I came, getting me a drink, asking about Jane, the whole thing.
I liked it, of course, because Ariana was nice, really friendly and very cute. I mean, she was straight-up beautiful – great hair, brown skin, almond eyes, full lips, easy smile and all the right curves, and she smelled like peaches and vanilla.
She made me want to learn Spanish, ditch Jane and move down south for good – el hombre del something or other.
But John seemed to be sick of her, and when she went out to run some errands he paused the game, got two fresh beers, lit a joint, sighed and passed it to me.
"Christ, she's a bitch," he said.
"OK," I said, ever the gossip hound, "I'm all ears."
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Ariana Cheats with Me
Любовные романыI didn't really like John, but I liked his girlfriend, Ariana, a lot. She was funny and kind, with a real cute accent, brown skin and a pert ass that I knew wouldn't quit. So I was thrilled when they had a fight one day and she came to crash at my...
