pink_silk_glove
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Finished with the lavender eye shadow, Brooke Pallinger finished off the last of her peach cider before clipping up her soft dark hair into a playful tuft, letting her bangs cover her brow and haphazard tendrils frame her enrouged cheeks. She had gone shopping that afternoon and was dressing up in her new acquisitions. A lavender sweater with a wide and deep v-neck showed off the blatant swell of cleavage C-cupped in her new black lace shelf bra. Brooke normally didn't show so much but she knew that Tommy would like the view. Her breasts had always excited him. She wore the top tucked into the waist of a short pleated skirt, intricately and randomly speckled with fine pink on matte black, and cinched it with a thick funky leather belt. From there down things got racier. Never proud of her legs (especially her thick thighs) the fishnet stockings made her nervous, but despite her inhibitions it was what had to be done. She had always refused to dress so provocatively no matter how much Tommy had encouraged her to do so. She had denied him the entire ten months that they had been together. Now after three months apart she was willing.
During those three depressing months Lauryn had kept pestering her to go out only for Brooke to stay home and sulk in her loneliness. Now that she had finally given up on trying to cheer up her jilted friend, Lauryn was initially reluctant when Brooke had twisted her arm for a night out.
"Oh my God, Brooke!" said Lauryn when she saw her outfit. "Where did this come from?"
"Oh, some new things," Brooke answered nonchalantly as she opened the door with the next bottle of cider in her hand. If she hadn't already been rather tipsy she wouldn't have had the courage to present herself so. She handed Lauryn a cider.
Back at the bathroom mirror, Brooke added a pair of two-and-a-half-inch silver hoop earrings. Then she sat down on the sofa where Lauryn had turned on the television and slipped on her new boots. They were little black velvet ankle boots with a folded cuff and small heel.
"Nancy said they're probably going to Shakes," said Lauryn, her thick dark curls streaked blonde. She was a pixie in tight faded jeans and a red flannel shirt open and knotted over a black midriff exposing halter.
"Maybe later," said Brooke, "But let's go to Bleachers first."
"A sports bar?" asked Lauryn. "Why there?"
"It's close," Brooke reasoned, hoping that Lauryn wouldn't clue in that Tommy would be there. Not that she cared that she knew, she just didn't want any judgments nor lectures. How many times had Lauryn told her to just get over that jerk? She didn't know Tommy. Lauryn eyed her suspiciously but said nothing.
The two of them finished off their ciders and stood to leave. The autumn air was chilly. Lauryn put on her coal grey quilted parka and Brooke buttoned up her long navy blue double breasted overcoat. They grabbed their purses, took a cider each for the road and headed out.
Four blocks later they arrived at [i[Bleachers[/i]. Whatever was left of their beverages was quickly downed before entering. They walked in, Brooke much taller and curvier than her friend. She had put on ten pounds since Tommy had dumped her. Sure enough the hockey game was on all the big screens. Before she would remove her coat to unveil herself, Brooke looked around the room for him, trying not to make her eyes too obvious.
During those three depressing months Lauryn had kept pestering her to go out only for Brooke to stay home and sulk in her loneliness. Now that she had finally given up on trying to cheer up her jilted friend, Lauryn was initially reluctant when Brooke had twisted her arm for a night out.
"Oh my God, Brooke!" said Lauryn when she saw her outfit. "Where did this come from?"
"Oh, some new things," Brooke answered nonchalantly as she opened the door with the next bottle of cider in her hand. If she hadn't already been rather tipsy she wouldn't have had the courage to present herself so. She handed Lauryn a cider.
Back at the bathroom mirror, Brooke added a pair of two-and-a-half-inch silver hoop earrings. Then she sat down on the sofa where Lauryn had turned on the television and slipped on her new boots. They were little black velvet ankle boots with a folded cuff and small heel.
"Nancy said they're probably going to Shakes," said Lauryn, her thick dark curls streaked blonde. She was a pixie in tight faded jeans and a red flannel shirt open and knotted over a black midriff exposing halter.
"Maybe later," said Brooke, "But let's go to Bleachers first."
"A sports bar?" asked Lauryn. "Why there?"
"It's close," Brooke reasoned, hoping that Lauryn wouldn't clue in that Tommy would be there. Not that she cared that she knew, she just didn't want any judgments nor lectures. How many times had Lauryn told her to just get over that jerk? She didn't know Tommy. Lauryn eyed her suspiciously but said nothing.
The two of them finished off their ciders and stood to leave. The autumn air was chilly. Lauryn put on her coal grey quilted parka and Brooke buttoned up her long navy blue double breasted overcoat. They grabbed their purses, took a cider each for the road and headed out.
Four blocks later they arrived at [i[Bleachers[/i]. Whatever was left of their beverages was quickly downed before entering. They walked in, Brooke much taller and curvier than her friend. She had put on ten pounds since Tommy had dumped her. Sure enough the hockey game was on all the big screens. Before she would remove her coat to unveil herself, Brooke looked around the room for him, trying not to make her eyes too obvious.