Sassy Girlfriend Novels & Stories

“Honestly, with the right angles, anyone can look great in pictures.” Cassandra cleared her throat a little, trying to keep her giggles in. She felt surprisingly at ease with this village guy, like he always had something interesting to say. “What about you? I bet a pretty girl like you has a bunch of guy friends in the city,” Surya guessed. “Me?” Cassandra pouted and shook her head. “I’ve got guy friends on campus, sure—just like I have girlfriends. And it has nothing to do with looks.” “Ehm… I meant, like, a boyfriend.” Surya clarified. “Do you have one?”

He walked away with his girlfriend and Kori screamed as soon as he left. "Oh my gosh! Did you guys just see that living god?" Mouris said dreamingly. "We just did. He is now number one on my hot guys list. Dante drops down to number two." Kori said and I laughed. "Truth be told, he's a living anime. He's so sexy, did you guys see his abs? Gosh! I'm wet for him already." Kim said and Bessy shook her head. "Girls and craziness. He has a girlfriend dumdums." Isaac said and I shrugged.

His hands went down to my waist pulling me closer We kept kissing passionately,none of us wanted to stop. We finally pulled away,stared at each other, then started laughing. “So…. “So will you be my girlfriend and let me treat you like a Queen?” “Yes, i will be your girlfriend,am not letting another girl take you away from me” We hugged each other tightly. * * * * * The next day. 💞 Gianna’s P.o.v💞 “You have been so happy today, what’s wrong?” Ashley asked. “Nothing” i said smiling widely. “Okay”

He was wearing a designer dress and expensive high heels while she was in Yifang's worn out clothes. She suddenly felt jealous. "Are you alone?" She asked him completely ignoring Sasha. "Hm, I won't say that.," Yifang glanced at Sasha. "Can I have your number?" She showed him her phone and Sasha realized that her phone was more expensive than her. "Ya... don't you see I am here." She shouted at her and up. "And who are you?" The girl smirked at her as she looked at her clothes. "A beggar?" "I am his girlfriend. Now run away...shoo..." Not only Sasha pushed her away but she also sat with Yifang as she wrapped her arms around his arm while Yifang tried to hide his smile.

Shit! "And your bitch friend fucked my guy, just like that." I have large eyes. Is she the girlfriend of Ronald? She looks very stunning today. Her luxurious attire, silky, smooth hair, and a splash of color make her seem stunning. She looked stunning in the dress, which accentuated all of her curves. She has the ideal figure and is thin. Her richness is shown by her beautiful black eyes, crimson lips, and luminous face. Why did she present herself in a nasty manner yesterday?

Sasha swallowed at those thoughts, and her lips mumbled out a crude response to that, “you mean you’re still going to take it someday.” “Of course.” Zain’s eyes glinted with determination. “I sure as hell will make you my girlfriend, so you’re not allowed to give anyone what is mine. And I’ll wait until you’re ready to surrender it to me.” Sasha swallowed again, watched the satisfactory smile growing on Zain’s face as he brought down his hot, naked body to dominate her. His hair smelled so nice, and his sweaty skin even more intoxicating. She liked it. She liked him.

I said, chuckling. “I don’t have a boyfriend,” Cassie said dejectedly. “Well, you can send it to me… I think I would qualify as your girlfriend after what we just did… I might have to stay in town on the breaks more often. Think of the fun we could have.” Danni leaned over and kissed Cassie on the cheek, then she reached over and grabbed her brown, erect nipple and pulled hard until Cassie squealed a little. “And I’m not kidding about the panties. I want them back.” She smiled and kissed her again.

But the obsession is there. It’s not like I’m hard up for sex. My current girlfriend, Sandra sees to that. Sandy is that one in a million girl that every guy dreams about, but never meets. I’m not just talking about looks, which are beyond belief; Sandy defies description. She is short, petite, with dark brown eyes and jet-black hair. When I say short, I mean just about five-foot tall. Her skin is milk white, soft and clear. Her body is perfect with wide hips and breasts large enough to draw stares but proportionate and firm enough to need no supportive undergarment. You can tell that she will be that way until she’s old and gray. Unlike many women; gravity is her friend.

Lord knows they need it. I look down at the girls and lean in closer to her. "She thinks I'm getting hanky panky with Melissa," I mumble. It's more than I told her earlier. She presses down hard on the bloody knuckle, and I grimace. "I hate that you do this to yourself," she sighs. "Why?" That's a good question. Fuck buddies are overrated and I'd just want to fuck Rae anyway. But yeah, I don't know why the fuck I do this to myself.

A few socialite women whispered: "She looks like some old man’s toy, she came alone!" Her curly-haired friend, who was dressed like a North Coast dangdut singer, sneered: "Yeah, sugar babies are trending these days, Sis. Watch out for that guy, don’t let him turn out to be a sugar daddy on the side!" "Eww ... that’s such bad luck!" gasped a group of women with long, bleached hair that was straightened so flat it looked like ironing boards, and fake, fluttery lash extensions. "That’s why I get treatments regularly so I don’t get wrinkly!"