Bling Jeans 소설 & 이야기

The jeans were the star of the outfit, though, loud in a soft way, like they were saying, yeah, I’m different—and that’s the point. Bianca regarded Jamie’s outfit with interest as she reclined comfortably. Suddenly aware of Bianca’s perusal, Jamie looked up, grinned, and went back to her playlist. Her jeans weren’t just clothes—they were a mood, a throwback, a DIY daydream that said she didn’t want to blend in. And in a sea of basic skinny jeans, she didn’t. She’s got her Mumma’s beauty, her Pappa’s spunk, thought Bianca in wonder as she shut her eyes and drifted off to sleep with a sigh.

she said. “Well,” he said, turning slowly in front of the mirror, “my pants are red.” “Yeah, so?” “And they’re tight. Like really tight. Like strangling the boys, tight. Like I don’t think my dick can even breathe because they’re so tight.” Mia had chosen skinny jeans for him because he had spectacular legs. Come on, what AFL player didn’t have a good seat of pins on him? And they were long…so…very…long. Not to mention the cute butt on him. Seriously, Darius had a nice butt and she wasn’t even embarrassed to admit it. What better way to showcase it than in a tight-fitting pair of jeans?

Pissing her felt like the right thing to do. “I beg to be excused.” I rose to my feet,took up my plate of macaroni and cheese and headed upstairs. ★†‡ This looks better.”Jasmine said, complementing the blue baggy jeans she shoved to my face. “ I don't think I want any more baggies in my life. Something tight would be just perfect.” I muttered, skimming through the collections in front of me. We shuffled through the displayed jeans, making critics while hoping to find the perfect one that suited my taste.

“Yeap, and the jeans too.” He nods, beaming rather proudly. This morning, Blake is looking exactly like he always does. Hot. Even when he is in just a simple white tee and matching blue jeans, he is effortlessly hot looking. Like a younger version of James Dean. Wait. The shade of blue on my jeans…it’s exactly the same as his! My jaw literally drops to the ground and my eyes just about pop out of my sockets. “Come,” he grabs the plastic bag in my hands and tosses it over his shoulder. “Let’s go.”

If the holes and rips in my jeans were anything to go by. I turned to the small section of clothing that we had left for Sin, smiling at the clothing that he had put in there. Just a few shirts in various fabrics like fishnet and silk and a pair of leather pants. We were going to have to get him something for lazy days spent outside of the bedroom. I pulled the leather pants off their hanger and a shimmer-y looking button-up shirt. Knowing that he would look good in both items. They were perfect for him to wear to his shop, showing off just the right amount of skin to tease and tempt his patrons.

Maybe she took a little artistic freedom. I rifled through another large box that had been delivered up here and started going through it. For the last week, I’d been test driving all of my new clothes. I was always a fan of the black. But a few pieces had popped in the most recent box that I hadn’t expected. Deep purple, like an aged red wine–no, I corrected, like a plum– had shown up in the form of tight-fitted jeans and skin-tight shirts. Modest in their skin coverage, but they clung to my small form in a surprisingly tailored way. I stood in the mirror, admiring the way the pants emphasized what small hips I had when I made a mental note to thank Cynthia.

It's not like I had a choice. I pulled on a pair of dark wash jeans that fit me perfectly, accentuating my curves without being too revealing. I paired the jeans with a crisp, white button-down shirt and a leather jacket. I added a simple gold necklace and a pair of black boots to complete the look. I looked in the mirror and took a deep breath, feeling confident and ready to take on the day.

I groaned in annoyance. “Okay fine” I agreed. “But if I don't hear one Tony Reeves song, I am out of that place.” Isabel perked up and squealed before giving me a quick hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!” I chuckled at her enthusiasm. “So, yellow or black?” she returned to the question. “Neither” I replied bluntly. Instead, I grabbed a pair of dark blue high-waisted jeans and matched them with a gray tank top. I picked sky blue flats and slung my Miss Selfridge bucket bag across my shoulder.

Liya replied on our behalf. "Of course, follow me." We followed her to the Jean section and soon, we were all trying out different jeans, trousers, and skirts. I bought four different pairs of jeans trousers and two skirts. I was not a fan of skirts but I wear them once in a while. I mostly wear gowns to church. Funke picked five skirts and two Jeans because unlike me, she loved skirts. Liya however, picked seven pairs of jeans and a lot of dresses. We then went into the shirts and top section. I picked several tops and some tee shirts, and shirt gowns that stopped at my mid-thigh. Funke and Liya picked a lot of tops because after their fifth I stopped counting.

I guess Sebastian's influence still lingers around for both of us. I decide to wear a pair of black jeans that I've only worn once; they're hidden deep in my closet and haven't been touched in years. When I tried them on the first time, they hugged my ass and thighs in a way that made me too self-conscious to even walk outside for a test run. But, I hope that I've shed a few pounds in the meantime for them to fit a little more modestly; I never wear anything even fitting to my body. After trying on the jeans and pairing it with a cream-colored blouse, I look in the mirror and am close to trying something else.