Tracy Smile Novels & Stories

My hand slid back to caress her soft stomach and moving upwards, I found her tit and cupped it in my hand. Tracy broke the kiss, "I'm not really in the mood right now Matt, I just want you to hold me is that okay?" I fought back the urge to groan. Instead gave her what I hoped was a convincing smile. "Of course it's okay." I said. "There's no place I'd rather be, then right here with you." That one was a line Chris had given me, and it worked to perfection. Tracy smiled, kissed me quickly, then nuzzling her head into my neck cooed, "Oh Matt, you are so sweet."

“I was done with that towel anyway.” Tracy scowls in my direction, but she doesn’t reply. She simply drops the towel to the ground in front of her and steps closer to me. She swipes my hair off my shoulder, and laughter bubbles in her chest. “Is there something funny?” I say as I cock my head to the side. “I see Deimos has placed a mark on your neck,” she laughs. “Too bad it isn’t permanent.” “Deimos hasn’t marked me,” I spit back at her.

And she always had receipts. Tracy looked just like a stereotypical rich girl. Perfectly straight brown hair with zero bad days, at least two designer accessories on her person, and an outfit straight from a runway. She spoke softly and always looked put together. Which was funny, considering the absolute fucking mess she could make of someone’s life with a single click.

I didn't know I could do that to someone, make them smile when I barely did. We kept on staring at each other for what seemed like ages. Cameron definitely looked much happier than he did earlier. His cheeks were a pretty shade of red. Why were they like that? I look at him with a frown. He shifts from one foot to another. This was very awkward I must say but not uncomfortable. Weird. I finally clear my throat breaking the silence. "Have a nice weekend," I say as I release our fingers. I start walking away but he quickly grabs my hand pulling me closer to him.

Maybe there was something he was expecting that he wasn’t seeing. I looked at the glint in Tracy’s eyes and the slight hesitation in Andy’s, something clasping in place despite the slight tremble in my fingers. Then slowly, a smile spread across my face. “I know exactly what to do.”

It feels all so fuzzy and warm; I can easily stare at her the whole day. “Why are you staring at me with that stupid smirk on your face?” The smile on my face only but grows wider as I pull her closer, “I don't have a stupid smirk on my face.” “Then what is it.” “A crooked smile.” “You such a dumb ass.” “Do you want to go for breakfast somewhere?” “Okay, what have you done to Trayton?” “Whacked his ass and buried him in the garden.” “That is not funny.” “I think it is.”

She reported with a smile. "Drop it and tidy up my table, I need to go home." He instructed and watched her arrange everything. "She looks so happy, while I am sad. People are right when they say everybody can't be sad or happy at the same time. Let me ask her the reason for her smile, maybe it would cheer me up" He thought with a smile. "Tracy you look happy, can you share the reason for it?." Anthony asked with a scoff. It was a surprise to her but she became happier when he asked her that. She stopped arranging and stood straight.

When she finally pulled away, she stood up slowly, licking her lips with a smug, satisfied grin. "See?" she whispered, smoothing down her hair like nothing had happened. "You're a natural, Tracy. I think you're going to fit in just fine."

"Why just smile, honey? Are you imagining how to be. . . ow " Irawan then stroked his arm which was pinched by Saskia. He smiled then kissed the face of Saskia who looked at him without paying attention to the gazes of all the guests. Why are you always teasing me? I'm ashamed to hear your request. Just imagine me not yet, let alone ... "

The smoky makeup, wavy hair, bold red lips and how the dress wrapped snugly around my body. It was magic. "Tracy!" I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed. "I look beautiful." She laughed, patting the top of my head. "You sure do." "Thank you," I was trying hard not to cry but it was hard. She noticed because she cupped my face, "if you ruin your face, I'll murder you myself." I laughed, sucking in the tears and she smirked. "And don't thank me," she added with a wink. "After all, that's what friends are for."