MilkyBlonde
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Jessica stirred her orange juice with visible force, but her attention was focused on the men outside the diner through a steel-melting glare from her blue eyes, framed by her wild, blonde hair and accentuated by the obvious displeasure showing in her very tanned features. The motion of her arm made the table shake, as well as her own large breasts encased in the white bikini she had chosen to wear that day. A string bikini, with triangular cups and a golden ring holding them together. Her breasts were so heavy the strings leading from the cups to her shoulders were pulled taut. They were partly the reason for her complaints.
"Look, it´s just every time I try to have a serious relationship with one, it turns out all they wanted was a quick romp. They just want to empty their balls, and all I get from them next morning is their phone number in a napkin, at best. At worst, they only want to see me for the next night they need some sexual relief. They are all the same."
Andrea stared at her with the expression she usually sported in these instances: eyes half-closed in boredom and exasperation, mouth half-open, and her hand supporting her chin. Andrea was also tanned, but much more deeply due to some latino genes finding their way into her family line some time ago. Unlike her friend, Andrea had long, chocolate hair that matched her skin and her eyes, done in twin tails that came down her back. She also wore a set of classic glasses: round, wide, and almost unframed. Like her friend, Andrea had a body that ensured she did not spend a night alone when she did not want to. She showed it off with a black latex bikini. The top wrapped fully around her magnificent tits, but a wide hole in the center provided an impressive view of her cleavage.
Unlike her friend, Andrea had a modicum of intelligence, and realized that you did not try to find a husband at a pub or at a beach party.
"Why do you even want a serious relationship, Jess?" She asked, uncrossing and crossing her long, dark legs. "You aren´t even twenty-five."
"I don´t want to have children late. I´ve heard that´s bad." Jessica answered before rising her glass and sipping the juice through the straw.
Andrea blinked. "You are still quite young to..."
She stopped talking when Jessica glared back. Alright, she thought. That is true, anyway. Children are meant to be had when you are young anyway, at least biologically. Financially, it is a nightmare, but Jessica did not have to worry about that because she had a rich mother and had inherited half of her father´s fortune, which was... well, it was a fotune. Andrea did not have that problem, either, because she had also lost her father (a CEO in the oil industry) a couple years ago and also received more money than she even knew what to do with.
"Ok... well, let´s suppose you still want children."
"Which I do."
"You don´t need a serious relati..."
Andrea was reminded at that moment that being smarter than Jessica was no big deal, everyone was smarter than her. And Andrea had just done a very dumb thing. She had opened a door to Jessica, as was obvious by the way her expression softened, and then a grin appeared on her face.
"You´re right! I don´t really need marriage and all that crap anyway! Divorce is through the roof nowadays, and I wouldn´t want a man going after my money anyway!"
Oh God, Andrea thought as her face contorted in a mix of mental pain and discomfort, she´s actually going to do that. And now I´ve told her about it, there is no way she´s going to listen to reason. She never does.
"That´s it! I´m just going to... have to..." Jessica stopped to think for a moment. A moment wasted. "I´ll just have to do it without a condom! Yeah!"
"Lower your voice you dumb bitch!" Andrea urged her, looking around. A few patrons at the diner had heard those few words we are all keyed to look for unconsciously during conversations and glanced at the table before going back to their own business. Andrea leaned forward and snarled at her friend. "If you wanna do that, fine, I´ll help you find some... stud. But shut up about it in public!"
******
Andrea still couldn´t believe they were going to go ahead with this.
The two young women were walking towards an outdoors pub in the Hawaiian beach. They were wearing the same bikinis as a few hours ago. Jessica wore a white one with one golden ring on each hip and between her cups, with a bottom bikini that really dipped down between her legs and a top that did not look like much. The top held her heavy DD breasts in check, though they seemed to protest that. The bikini had a nice contrast with her tanned skin, her blue eyes were enchanting, and her blonde hair coming down to the small of her back in a wild mane drew admiration from quite a few people. The fringe falling over her eyes in strands was also cute in a very definitely sexual way. She had a cheerleader kind of style going on, or at least that was Andrea´s opinion.
Andrea had an even darker skin complemented with chocolate eyes and hair. Her breasts were even larger than her friend´s, a solid G cup which she guessed she could use to draw extra attention to her friend´s plight. Her hair was also more abundant, but she collected it into twin, braided tails, the tips tapping her firm ass when she walked. And most of her ass was visible, the latex bikini shining under the torch lights. The top wrapped around her tits completely but a hole in the center revealed a generous cleavage, while the bottoms were almost a g-string, revealing her buttcheeks completely and only barely covering her intimate parts.
Andrea was muttering under her breath as her dumb blonde friend and herself slid between the bodies already gathered around the bar. Jessica couldn´t be any giddier as she glanced at every male within sight, but Andrea guessed she would not be so happy when she found out who she intended to hook her up with. She was almost happy, because she knew Jessica would come to her senses soon as the man came up.
The two young women, their delicious breasts bouncing and their long, tanned legs moving with grace among the gathered people, were going to meet the man Andrea knew Jessica would not fuck, much less bareback: a fat executive Andrea had met long ago who had worked together with her father some time ago. He was not an ugly man, mind you. And he had showed a fair bit of charm when he had talked with Andrea. But she knew Jessica would not go through with this when she saw an obese man ready to pump her full of babies.
They reached the bar and asked for their cocktails, Jessica looking around hoping to spot the man Andrea had told her about, even though Andrea had made sure not to tell her a damn thing about how he looked...
OOC: Looking for a dominant male character matching the description for obvious purposes. Proper writing with substance, please.
"Look, it´s just every time I try to have a serious relationship with one, it turns out all they wanted was a quick romp. They just want to empty their balls, and all I get from them next morning is their phone number in a napkin, at best. At worst, they only want to see me for the next night they need some sexual relief. They are all the same."
Andrea stared at her with the expression she usually sported in these instances: eyes half-closed in boredom and exasperation, mouth half-open, and her hand supporting her chin. Andrea was also tanned, but much more deeply due to some latino genes finding their way into her family line some time ago. Unlike her friend, Andrea had long, chocolate hair that matched her skin and her eyes, done in twin tails that came down her back. She also wore a set of classic glasses: round, wide, and almost unframed. Like her friend, Andrea had a body that ensured she did not spend a night alone when she did not want to. She showed it off with a black latex bikini. The top wrapped fully around her magnificent tits, but a wide hole in the center provided an impressive view of her cleavage.
Unlike her friend, Andrea had a modicum of intelligence, and realized that you did not try to find a husband at a pub or at a beach party.
"Why do you even want a serious relationship, Jess?" She asked, uncrossing and crossing her long, dark legs. "You aren´t even twenty-five."
"I don´t want to have children late. I´ve heard that´s bad." Jessica answered before rising her glass and sipping the juice through the straw.
Andrea blinked. "You are still quite young to..."
She stopped talking when Jessica glared back. Alright, she thought. That is true, anyway. Children are meant to be had when you are young anyway, at least biologically. Financially, it is a nightmare, but Jessica did not have to worry about that because she had a rich mother and had inherited half of her father´s fortune, which was... well, it was a fotune. Andrea did not have that problem, either, because she had also lost her father (a CEO in the oil industry) a couple years ago and also received more money than she even knew what to do with.
"Ok... well, let´s suppose you still want children."
"Which I do."
"You don´t need a serious relati..."
Andrea was reminded at that moment that being smarter than Jessica was no big deal, everyone was smarter than her. And Andrea had just done a very dumb thing. She had opened a door to Jessica, as was obvious by the way her expression softened, and then a grin appeared on her face.
"You´re right! I don´t really need marriage and all that crap anyway! Divorce is through the roof nowadays, and I wouldn´t want a man going after my money anyway!"
Oh God, Andrea thought as her face contorted in a mix of mental pain and discomfort, she´s actually going to do that. And now I´ve told her about it, there is no way she´s going to listen to reason. She never does.
"That´s it! I´m just going to... have to..." Jessica stopped to think for a moment. A moment wasted. "I´ll just have to do it without a condom! Yeah!"
"Lower your voice you dumb bitch!" Andrea urged her, looking around. A few patrons at the diner had heard those few words we are all keyed to look for unconsciously during conversations and glanced at the table before going back to their own business. Andrea leaned forward and snarled at her friend. "If you wanna do that, fine, I´ll help you find some... stud. But shut up about it in public!"
******
Andrea still couldn´t believe they were going to go ahead with this.
The two young women were walking towards an outdoors pub in the Hawaiian beach. They were wearing the same bikinis as a few hours ago. Jessica wore a white one with one golden ring on each hip and between her cups, with a bottom bikini that really dipped down between her legs and a top that did not look like much. The top held her heavy DD breasts in check, though they seemed to protest that. The bikini had a nice contrast with her tanned skin, her blue eyes were enchanting, and her blonde hair coming down to the small of her back in a wild mane drew admiration from quite a few people. The fringe falling over her eyes in strands was also cute in a very definitely sexual way. She had a cheerleader kind of style going on, or at least that was Andrea´s opinion.
Andrea had an even darker skin complemented with chocolate eyes and hair. Her breasts were even larger than her friend´s, a solid G cup which she guessed she could use to draw extra attention to her friend´s plight. Her hair was also more abundant, but she collected it into twin, braided tails, the tips tapping her firm ass when she walked. And most of her ass was visible, the latex bikini shining under the torch lights. The top wrapped around her tits completely but a hole in the center revealed a generous cleavage, while the bottoms were almost a g-string, revealing her buttcheeks completely and only barely covering her intimate parts.
Andrea was muttering under her breath as her dumb blonde friend and herself slid between the bodies already gathered around the bar. Jessica couldn´t be any giddier as she glanced at every male within sight, but Andrea guessed she would not be so happy when she found out who she intended to hook her up with. She was almost happy, because she knew Jessica would come to her senses soon as the man came up.
The two young women, their delicious breasts bouncing and their long, tanned legs moving with grace among the gathered people, were going to meet the man Andrea knew Jessica would not fuck, much less bareback: a fat executive Andrea had met long ago who had worked together with her father some time ago. He was not an ugly man, mind you. And he had showed a fair bit of charm when he had talked with Andrea. But she knew Jessica would not go through with this when she saw an obese man ready to pump her full of babies.
They reached the bar and asked for their cocktails, Jessica looking around hoping to spot the man Andrea had told her about, even though Andrea had made sure not to tell her a damn thing about how he looked...
OOC: Looking for a dominant male character matching the description for obvious purposes. Proper writing with substance, please.
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