I am 18 and I stay in Bangalore. I have a boyfriend. His name is Armaan. He is 23 and we have been in a relationship for a few months now. Well to tel...l u people more about us I look cute, well that’s what all tell me so I like to believe that. But frankly speaking from what I hear from a lot of people I am what every guy likes in a girl. Big boobs, big round nice ass and you know what. And my boyfriend is also very good looking, smart and handsome and very attractive looks and everything a girl. She was wearing a new mustard coloured dress she had just bought from Topshop. It was one shouldered and skin tight, showcasing her thin yet lean and curvy body to the fullest. On her feet, she had on high blue heels she had had for awhile but had never worn as she hated towering over her friends. With her hair straightened from the FUZE moment, and now wavy and tousled thanks to her washing it, she looked like a sexy sultry siren. She left her coat on its hangar and checked her black oversized. Or, she was trading for, if you know what I mean.”“I do,” I sighed. “I have to try to talk to her.”“Good luck. She won’t talk to me.”“OK. Let’s talk about something else, please.”“How about that in thirty-seven days we’re going to make love?” she asked, putting her hand on my leg.“Do you have it marked on your calendar?”Emmy giggled, “Of course! But not in a way anyone could figure out! It just says, ‘date with Mike’! I talked to my cousin and she’s cool with us using her apartment! We can even. The drive home appeared to be much longer than she ever remembered. Bella had so much running through her mind. What had happened between David to change their relationship so dramatically. She needed to get to the bottom of all of this. David arrived home just after midnight to find her waiting for him, still wearing her little black number. ‘You look lovely, have you been out?’ his surprise was evident in his voice. ‘Yes I went down to the Locker on Bridge Street.’ ‘Oh, a bit of.