Riley Boondocks Outfit Novels & Stories

Yvonne looked around worriedly,where's Lisa,she was about sending a maid to call her when she stepped in. The sound of boots made them look up,she's dressed in crop top stopping above her navel,with bum shorts that framed her ass perfectly. She looked more like a rebel,her statement bold,her hair falling over her face effectively covering the handprint,her face bare of makeup, except a bold red lipstick. “Hot,I love it,this screams drama” Riley said,she seemed sincerely pleased. Mr Liam stared disapprovingly. “Good day Riley,you are totally rocking this outfit,this blue suit is totally made for you”

Nothing like the quiet girl Brooke and her crew bullied every day. Her window was already cracked open. She climbed out, dropped softly onto the roof, then jumped to the grass below. Riley’s Honda was waiting at the corner, engine purring low. “Finally, bitch!” Riley grinned, gold hoops flashing. “You look like you’re ready to get fucked tonight.” Riley was Zara’s best friend wild, loud, 18, and the biggest party girl in school. She had slept with half the senior boys and didn’t give a fuck. Tonight she wore a tiny red dress that rode up her thighs when she drove.

Her small nose added a delicate touch to her features, while her full red lips stood out, naturally inviting. She was a stunner, no doubt about it. Every aspect of her appearance exuded confidence and individuality, making it hard to look away. As I walked beside her, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of admiration and curiosity about this new, fascinating person in my life. Riley’s outfit was effortlessly stylish and practical, something I immediately admired. She wore a pair of army green cargo pants, the perfect blend of utility and fashion. The pants were paired with a crisp white button-up shirt, its simplicity contrasting nicely with the rugged look of her pants. Over the shirt, she h

Riley’s face reflected that he knew he was in trouble but I couldn’t get over how he looked as he stepped in. We’d gone shopping again to fill out our wardrobe. He did a lot better this time but he still struggled with the sticker price of clothes. Now he was in a dark blue button up and black slacks, but still wearing his converse. It was like a teenager dressing up for his first date. “Zayle, I can explain. I know it wasn’t something we talked about putting out there but…”

The look on his stubbled face and the glow of his now blue eyes had my teenage heart racing. So, I followed him. Like he said we did not go far. I was more focused on the small creek in front of us. It was beautiful. The water was a clear blue. Not even saying anything, Riley pulled his shirt over his head and dove into the water. Tattoos adorned his body from shoulder to shoulder and down over his hard muscled chest and stomach flowing further down into places still hidden by clothing. Laughing at him I did not hesitate to pull my shirt off and jump after him. The day had already been so hot the water felt perfect. We spent the rest of the day laughing and playing in the water.

While trying to change into my casual cloth at about past nine in the night, the door to my trailer opened. I was going to berate whoever was senseless enough to open a door that is not their without knocking when Riley strolled in dressed in a bikini and a shiny red robe. “Hi,” she greeted as she walked into my trailer. It is a fucking good thing I have not gone stark naked. “What are you doing here?” I asked her not bothering to play nice and friendly. First of all, I am pissed at hell for spending extra days here. Secondly, we have spent the entire day trying to get a bloody scene right, and so I am tired as fucked. This is the last kind of distraction I need right now.

“It’s not as simple as a scratch like you keep calling it.” “Are you going to be able to dress on your own?” Riley frowned sympathetically. WInnie was staring at my shoulder like it personally insulted him. “I might need some help,” I admitted. “It’s getting stiff.” “Because you were freaking shot, girly,” Riley led me out to the bedroom and then started digging through my suitcase. “Baggy t-shirt and leggings?” He held my options out to me. I picked one of my old Broom StiXXX tees and my shorts instead of leggings. My body was hotter than normal as Cortina worked hard to heal me.

Sunday morning. I wore those same loose cotton boxers, as I always do. I heard Riley in the kitchen as I came downstairs and turned the corner. Today, for the first time, the long tee shirt was now a crop top, chopped off tee shirt, barely enough to cover her cute breasts. But, still wearing those cotton briefs, little Unicorns on a white background, a bit snug now as she's really too big for them. Her back to me I took a second to admire how the fabric framed her perfect round, firm butt. Fuck, I was already getting hard.

"But. I don't know your size." "Ah. Don't worry about that. I will help you with it." Because of his words, Riley was speechless. She could have predicted his size but she didn't want him to give false hopes. Anyway clearly, he wasn't getting the hint. Not wanting to refuse him she nodded her head. She chose some cheap t-shirts in bright colors and patterns of them, looked like, they were for young boys printed with certain cartoon characters. But Mindy never once questions her. Silently smiling and adding it to the cart.

Now to stay that way. "Come on, baby," I called out from the living room to Riley. "Coming." She walked around the corner in a cute black skirt and pink tank top with flip flops and her hair in a short ponytail. "Do I need to dress nicer?" "You have all of your clothes in those boxes?" I pointed over my shoulder. "Yeah." "Then, no. We'll change for dinner later." I extended my hand to her. "Come on. We have a full day ahead of us."