“Sounds good.” I say. We say the traditional goodbye and hang up. Grant is what you would call a genuinely good guy. He is polite, reliable, trust...orthy, and reasonable. He knows how to make me happy and we get along. The fact that we go to different schools and have different friends doesn't seem to affect our relationship negatively. Dad gets home from work and I alert him on my plans for the evening then go hop in the shower to make myself pretty and fresh for Grant. My boyfriend. Not Devin.. “Maybe I spoke too soon,” she teased.I rolled my black and gold eyes, reaching up to place my hand against her cheek, her soft red hair flowing over it as I held her gaze for a long few seconds.Unexpectedly, her phone rang in her bedroom.I groaned, only to give her a pleading expression when she sighed heavily, surprised when she pressed her lips against mine again, making no effort to climb off.“Whoever it is, they can wait,” she mumbled, sucking in a deep breath through her nose. She then. He just did it. Randomly, out of no where, came up behind me and Fucked me. I found out certain details later on, which Ill point out. Hey, Im Chelsea. I was 19 at the time, and still living in my parents house. I have to say, I was a pretty girl. 58. I had long, wavy red hair. My eyes were and are bright green. My frickles scatter all over my body. And I have to agree with people when they say that my lips look delicious. Cant really explain it better than I have those lips and complimenting. Like most of her outfits, the skirt narrows at her waist and flairs over her hips. It is tight enough to accentuate the curvature of her ass. She checks herself in the mirror. With a slight smile on her lips she thinks if Rex wants to look at her ass, he’ll like this.Brad runs into Rex and tells him Beth is looking forward to seeing him again.“Is she going to wear something that shows her legs and ass?”Brad is getting used to Rex’s language. “She’ll probably wear one of her business outfits.