My Boyfriend’s Girlfriend
Once Stacy had hers on as well, we ducked inside the door.
"Glad to see you could make it." I heard Tessa's voice before I saw her. She was getting up from the a couch sat in the corner, where another girl was sitting with her tuning a red guitar. I did a double take when my gaze fell on her; she was dressed in a white cropped t-shirt that hardly hid her breasts, which were covered by a cropped lace bralette, and a black denim skirt. She had on a crimson red lipstick, which seemed to capture everyone's attention. I averted my gaze, feeling like I'd stared a little too long.