New Life in RIanate 4 - Sex Stories

New Life in RIanate 4

Oh boy. If there’s one thing I despise, it’s shopping. Like, shopping is fun in general, don’t get me wrong, but, shopping for clothes makes my face explode. Tao and Aya said we should do some quick looking before Christmas, so we went to the mall to scope out some cool outfits. Aya was twirling around in a cute mini skirt that matched her hair and a white blouse. “This is so cute! Ers, go throw this on,” Tao beamed, handing me a black dress. “Uhm,” I paused. I’m not really one for dresses. And uh… I’m pretty sure this would barely cover my ass. “Tao, I can’t wear this.” Aya and Tao turned and looked at me like I was crazy. I stood there, awkwardly holding the dress in my hand. “Put it on or I will freeze your face,” Tao threatened. “And if you don’t, I’ll make you wear lipstick.” Aya gave me a death stare. I darted to the dressing room then stripped off my sweatshirt and jeans. Some people have told me that I look attractive in dresses, I just don’t wear them. Even Dallas asked to see me in a dress! I was brushing the dress down over my body when Aya slid a pair of 6 inch pumps under the curtain. “Aya! I’m not putting those on. I’ll break my neck,” I called out. “It’s either those or lipstick,” she said in a singsong voice. Reluctantly, I stepped into the heels—or what I liked to call “Tall Neck-Breakers”—then glanced at myself. Well, the heels raised me up over six foot and I actually looked attractive. This morning, I didn’t straighten my hair so my teal locks were in its ...

... natural waves and draping down my back. Though I loved Tao and Aya, they always tried to doll me up; I didn’t really like being all dressy and stuff. Wearing a dress was so foreign to me, I was used to sitting however I wanted in jeans. Not crossing my legs and looking all prancy. Anyway, I opened the curtain then glared at my friends. Their mouths wouldn’t close. “Uhm,” I blurted, “is it o—okay?” “Better than okay,” Tao gawked. “Hot damn. We got a model on our hands,” Aya smiled. They grasped both of my arms then stood me on the podium in front of the circled mirrors. Five mirrors gave a good view of every angle on my body. Aya started running her fingers through my wavy hair and draping it over my shoulders, ignoring every single one of my protests. “Okay, can I change?” I sighed. “No.” Tao shook a mean finger at me and I made a face. Aya darted off to the other side of the boutique, obviously on a mission for something. While Tao continued turning my body and pointing out “attractive” assets on my figure, I heard my phone buzzing on the nearby table. I looked over and saw it was Dallas. Dallas: Do u lke vanilla stuf? I reached for my phone and caught it just before it fell. Me: Y? Dallas: answr the dam question. Me: Uh, yeh. Y, Dallas, y? Dallas: Bc vanilla. Me: tell me, u poop. Dallas: U cnt b mean tu the bday boi. Me: but I can b mean to my boyfriend. Dallas: tru. wryd? Me: Trying not to die. Dallas: Y? I took a picture in the mirror then reluctantly sent it to Dallas. ...