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My character:
Name: Julia Silva
Age: 21
Height: 5'10"
Cup size: 38DDD
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Name: Julia Silva
Age: 21
Height: 5'10"
Cup size: 38DDD
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This night was a bit different than the others. We were at about a couple days past October and the midterms finally came to an end. We decided to go celebrate, going to McArthur's pub for a few drinks and food. Our group and I had our share, with Bill (my boyfriend of over three years now) getting noticeably tipsy; honestly, it was pretty embarrassing! Bob, my boyfriend's best friend, was the first to point out that we should cut Bill off from the coming drinks and I happened to agree. I still remember the laughs we shared as Bill shook his head and said with a bit of a slur "Oh no, I'm fine." before knocking over his empty glass. Personally, I thought that he was tipsy and sort of just played on it in order to get some cheap laughs. I rolled my eyes, feeling his hand on my thick fit thigh. Honestly, I thought that this was fun until we noticed Nick - that regular we always came across when we came here.
Nick? Well, he was this man in his late thirties or something. He definitely wasn't an undergraduate like us, and while he claimed to be doing his Master's degree, I didn't really believe him. I don't know, he didn't seem to fit the part I guess. He was a bit shorter than me, standing at about 5'9". It wasn't that made him stand out. I guess it was just how...rugged he looked, I suppose. I mean, he wasn't Quasimodo or anything; I suppose if I had to pin point what it was, it would be this sleazy look he had to him, with his five o'clock shadow and stare he gave. He was the kind of person that you knew was up to no good. Worst of all, he was always eyeing me!
Bill knew it too, which is honestly what drove me crazy sometimes. My boyfriend, whom I've been with for over three years now, really thought that it was funny.
As I saw him notice us, I could recall Bill saying "Oh it's just funny. I mean he wants you but it's just funny watching him try to get something he can't have", which just made my blood boil. As if he was funny that I've been driven uncomfortable by this man who's constantly been hitting on me since I got here in New York city. This man who desperately wanted to get some thick Brazilian ass (or at least, I'm paraphrasing here. He apparantly said something along those lines).
He spotted us and smiled our way, his eyes glancing at me and occasionally to my 38DDD cup breasts, hidden within my short black top. I'm sure he loved my outfit today; my midriff bare and lots of skin showing, except for my bare arms that were covered by my stylish (albeit thin) unzipped pink long sleeve. "Oh hey! You guys mind if I join you?" he asked, immediately making me think to myself "Don't you fucking dare..." as I stared at Bill. My boyfriend gave it a pause for answering "Sure, be our guest."
Damn it.
He slid right next to me, seeing as I was sitting on the edge of the booth. His legs brushed up against mine, his body brushing up against the side of my jeans covered ass. Without saying a word, I couldn't help but sigh - thinking to myself that I honestly didn't deserve this. Just what the hell was Bill thinking, always letting this pervert hang out with us when it obviously made me uncomfortable? That's when it came to my head; if he found it so funny, maybe I could make Bill worry enough that he wouldn't ever let Nick come near me again. Maybe...
"So, how you've been Nick?" I asked, with a smile on my face as I leaned over the table, motioning for the waitress to come with some more beer.
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