hi, i'm carly and you can come visit me in apartment 224 any time.
this is just a rp blog.
this is just a rp blog.
Who would I be to deny such a beautiful lady?
An idiot? Meet me in 224 bootiful.
Hm…I do not know. I prefer a more direct invitation to ones own bed. I think it more…Special.
Special? Okay, would you like to spend this fine Sunday in my bed?
I can change that for you, sweetie.
Please do. Apartment 224.
Hello, I am Sophia.
I am sure someone would love to be in your bed..
It’s nice to meet you, Sophia. I’m Carly. If anyone would like to be in my bed, they are certainly welcome.
“Likewise, Darlin’,” Rosie said with a smile, placing her towel on the plastic chair beside Carly’s. This girl was someone she could see herself becoming friends with. The tension was there, no doubt, but Carly would be someone Rosie would keep around; she was sure of it. “So, swimmingly?” She glanced to the pool who’s water was waiting for them to take a dip.
Carly made her way to the deeper end of the pool, where she executed a perfect dive into the water. She was a pretty good swimmer, thanks to all the swimming lessons and peewee swim teams her mother had signed her up for after almost drowning in the duck pond. When she came up for air, she grinned at the brunette halfway across the pool from her. “Are you coming in? The water’s beautiful! Like it just knew we were going to be here!”
I could swing by some time tomorrow, bring along an apartment warming gift. It’ll be fun :)
That sounds great.
I’m flattered to hear that gorgeous, if you need any help, I’d be happy to lend a hand.
Really? That’d be great, any time you’re free, lovely.
Rosie dug through her drawers in search of a bathing suit. She fished out a dark midnight blue bikini that was somewhat 40’s styled and pulled in on, admiring herself in the mirror. She felt good; happy. Carly seemed different than most girls in the complex. Perhaps Rosie would end up with a good friend, not just a good fuck with her. Who knew? Grabbing her towel, Rosie headed out towards the pool.
When Rosie arrived, Carly was excited to have some company. Rosie seemed like a good person, a genuine and trustworthy girl. Someone you would want to be friends with. But her beauty added another desirable trait about her, and she could have you hypnotized just by a bat of her eyelashes. Carly knew that she would end up liking Rosie and spending a lot of time with her. “Hey,” Carly flashed a smile at the dark haired girl and stood up from the plastic chair she’d been seated in. “I’m glad to see you, love.”
