Dress Blue Charlies Novels & Stories

Charlie placed the food and drink on top of his table carefully. Jesse lifted his head from his hands, relieved that his breakfast has finally arrived. He grabbed the cup and removed the sticky tape that secured the hot drink from spillage. He also removed the sleeves, letting his fingers wrap and absorb the warmth of the paper cup. He sighed and leaned on his table, finally feeling content as he took a sip of his black coffee. "You good?" She asked, smiling at him with relief. She crossed her arms above her chest. Charlie was cute, slender and petite. Her hair was cut into a stylish bob with very short bangs, like a very young and edgy Edith Head. She always wore black, too, from head to fo

So she politely thanked him and got in the car. The moment she got in, she saw Charlie sitting on the other side. He wasn’t dressed too formally today—light blue shirt, black trousers and leather shoes. No tie, but his cufflinks sparkled. Bathed in the bluish light filtering through the tinted window, he exuded a kind of crisp, noble air that reminded her of a pale blue flower blooming on a mountaintop—beautiful, rare, and distant. “Morning.” Candice greeted him while adjusting the hem of her trench coat.

The air smelled chemically sweet. Sky went straight for the dresses, eyes narrowed, hands deadly efficient. He watched her sift through the options, methodical and ruthless. She held one up, a deep blue dress cut low enough to make his pulse catch and smirked. “You think this was too much?” she asked coyly. Charlie forced his expression into something neutral. Indifferent and detached. The face he wore on assignments where feelings were a liability. “That depends,” he said evenly. “On what you’re trying to accomplish.”

I will make the Greek gods jealous that such beauty who talked about their appearance is snatched from them, quivering under the intensity of a mortal It was almost time for the event and I, for the first time since 3 AM, laid eyes on my Chocolate. She had this beautiful blue satin silk gown on. It had a very provocative layout. It was a sleeveless dress. It showed off her cleavage, the waist was defined, and her hips looked precise. She did represent "Everything Blue." Electrifying, radiant, and provocative. She showed me how much of a weakling she can make me. My eyes went dark. Dark from hunger, need, and jealousy.

And now he was going to be able to see them on her. “Well, now it’s time.” She slowly slid her dress up, teasing him with a big smile on her face. Her long legs appeared first, and then finally her dress slid up onto her hips and her panties were exposed. They were light blue, almost matching her dress. Charlie’s head swam as he saw the thin strip of hair underneath the mesh covering her. “Do you like my panties?” He could only nod. “I’m wearing a matching bra.” Her hands now went to the straps of her dress and she slid them off her shoulders.

I quipped. It was funny because Charlie looked anything but funny. He was young with a lopsided smile and a laid-back surfer attitude. His black hair and crazy blue eyes made him a standout. Girls panted after him, but he always set his sights on the ladies he couldn’t have, the ladies that were not interested in his charms. “I’ll wear her down. I’ll flash my blue eyes and smile a lot. It works every time.” I shook my head. “I would be very careful boasting about that. Someone might lynch you one of these days.”

Placing the last batch of cookies on the counter to cool, Charlie decides to go up to Blurin's room. "Hey, Blurin?" She whispers followed by a small knock. She hears shuffling around before a soft 'Open!' enters her ears. She pushes open the door and walk-in. She notices that one of his legs is on the bed and the other is dangling carelessly on the other side. His shortstops a little below his knee and his ashen grey t-shirt is a tad rumpled. Charlie couldn't help but notice the bags residing underneath his eyes or the way his eyes sometimes darts frantically or the way his looks like a thousand fingers has traveled through it.

Compared to Trey, though, he seemed awfully unformed. “Hardly ever,” Charlie said as she searched for a safe answer. “Becca barely owns a dress.” “I do too,” she said, thinking twice in one day was too often to be accused of this. “It’s a beige dress,” Pete informed Jesse. “Buttons up to her neck like a nun’s habit. I think she bought it back in ’06.” “I did not. It’s only, like, three years old. And it’s a perfectly nice shirtwaist.

" Duh, I might have been annoying earlier but I'm still the bestfriend who listens." " So what colour did you choose." I say, taking the box. " I think you mean to say colours." Charlie says. I frown in confusion. " I actually bought three different hair dyes, but the other two are in the car. I've got Bergundy, red and blonde." " I think bergundy is nice. I'll go for that." I notice a satisfied smirk take over her face as she glances at him, making him to roll his eyes. " What?" I ask curiously.

December 23 rd --- Charlie's birthday The next morning Essence snuck out of bed, letting Sheila continue sleeping, as she grabbed the dick sleeve she'd purchased yesterday, and went to give Papa Charlie his morning sponge bath. Curious, since she'd noticed Dottie had been wearing nylons in all those scenes (well, in the two scenes she'd seen), she wondered whether Papa Charlie was a nylon man... she'd already noticed he was definitely a leg and foot man. Of course, it could have been simply that she was in a church, probably on a Sunday after a service. Regardless, yesterday she'd bought a couple of nurse outfits and white nylons to tease him with while they thoroughly washed him. So she rol