Spring Bonnie Suits Novels & Stories

Bonnie In less than 30 minutes I've changed out of my dress and into an old pair of leggings and a loose tee shirt. I throw my hair up into a ponytail and stick on a baseball cap to help cover some of my face, and then stick on my old sneakers, they aren't very comfy but they are the best that I have right now. "You ready, Bon?" Lily's mind link startles me making Lexi laugh in my head. "Yes, I'll be out now." I grab my backpack and head for the door where she is waiting in the hallway for me, her clothes mirroring my own. She looks nervous but excited and I feel the same. What we're doing is a big risk, if we get caught we'll be in for a world of trouble and pain but if we get away with it

If the driver thought our singing was annoying, he doesn’t show it. Bonnie’s Boutique is the largest clothing store in the nearest little town near the outskirts of Acadia Academy. It’s about the size of Principal Choi’s office, and barely ever gets any customers. But the dresses here are gorgeous and ridiculously cheap. Plus, it was the closest boutique we could go to, so it’s precious to us. The familiar scent of burning candles and lavender air-freshener hits me the second we step through the doors and the bells above jingle to announce our arrival. It’s so full of clothing, like a vintage thrift store; colors and fabric everywhere I looked.

I don’t know what it is but smells nice. My stomach growls immediately as I realize I am hungrier than I thought. I take my suit jacket off, placing it on the back of the chair as I walk into the kitchen to find Bonnie wearing barely anything while she cooks. God. I lean against the door frame as I watch her. Her hips move with the rhythm of the song she is listening to on her laptop. Her oversized t-shirt rests just under her ass, exposing her long legs, and I can’t help but lick my lips as I watch my woman move around in my kitchen. I could get used to this.

“It doesn’t sound silly at all.” Flora reappeared with their bill and took away their plates. A few minutes later they were off to find Bonnie some new clothes at the only discount store in the area. She surprised him again by being selective about what she needed and how much she spent. Into the cart went another couple of pairs of shorts, a good selection of T-shirts in brilliant pinks and yellows, underwear, socks, a serviceable pair of sneakers and, of course, a bathing suit—a rather modest-looking turquoise one-piece that had him breathing in relief. He did not need images of Bonnie in a bikini wreaking havoc on his concentration and ability to steer his boat. He added a few towels whil

She nodded her approval and I turned to Bonnie. She turned to Bonnie, “Why don’t we do matching mommy/daughter dresses, just different colors?” Bonnie smiled in approval, so she put my hand on her shoulder and her dress appeared in a light brown with a coordinating shawl. Crystal’s eyes are beaming with excitement when she claps her hands and cheers, “Mommy, you are gorgeous!” We all laughed, and I agreed with her, “You do look beautiful, Bonnie.”

I pulled myself out of my thoughts and tossed my hair into a giant messy bun before I rushed out to see Val coming back into the room showered and in a big bath towel … “ Ready to see your night attire?” I nodded eagerly as she ushered me into the dressing room. “Tadaaa!!!!” Hanging on the wall in front of me was a high-cut body suit and a pair of baggy cargo pants… The pant was army green just like the soldier uniform and the body suit was black. I love the combination and it was perfect for the bonfire. Val had thought of everything. “ Val, this is breathtaking. I love it. When did you get it.”

Please, don't let it be a dick pic…. The image loads and all three of us looks with wide eyes. Not a dick pic… but twice as exciting. The picture is centred around the chest of a man, Davon I'm guessing. He's dressed in a black suit, a smart red shirt buttoned neatly and a black tie down the angled lines of the suit front. We can see a good definition of muscles, even through the shirt and blazer. A cufflink on show. 'Liberton'. "Holy shit, Liz, you hit the jackpot here." Lakista mumbles in amazement. "He's rich enough to wear Liberton…"

still damp from a shower, and she wore that soft blue robe I liked, the one that made her look like something out of a painting. And Bonnie. Bonnie sat at the kitchen island, half-slouched over a bowl of yogurt she wasn't eating. She wore workout clothes; leggings, a baggy sweatshirt, her hair in a messy ponytail. She was clearly ready for school. And I felt my chest tighten at the sight. "...coach says if we win regionals, we go to states," Bonnie was saying, stirring her yogurt without looking at it. "Which we won't, because Marcus still can't box out to save her life, but whatever."