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Post by delilah mari barnes on Mar 23, 2010 22:07:16 GMT -5
She was going nuts.
So instead of taking a commercial flight (because that is apparently not something Dresdan wanted to do and she later understood why), her and her lovely twin brother took the private family jet used for business trips all the way to Greece. Once there, she hadn't missed a beat to claim a room for her own despite it being right across the hall from Dresdan. She honestly didn't want her room near his. She knew damn well he was going to be sleeping with all the female population of Greece along with their mothers. She really wouldn't be surprised if he screwed someone's mother...Cougars were apparently 'in' this season on some reality television show she saw on the way there. Pushing the very horrible thoughts of her brother out of her mind, she felt the sand between her toes, a large smile on her face as the sun was dipping low on the horizon, the large flames outlining everyone's magnificent features.She wore a simple, all white knit bikini with real gold rings on the sides of the itty bitty bottom and as the 'string' part that kept the top held together around her neck.
Jean sat next to her in all his glory, the two laughing and talking about God knows what. She didn't even know why she was sitting with him...Probably because she didn't want to think about everything else...Like Dresdan basically molesting her without really molesting her not too long ago...right on school property...where anyone could just walk by and end up seeing them if they looked through the thick trees. They would have seen some very disturbing images of siblings dry humping. Delilah always wondered the possibilities of them actually not being siblings but she knew it was just her mind trying to find a way to justify what they did when really, there was no way to justify it. So she had to ignore it. God knew she just had to find a distraction and at the moment Jean was the perfect distraction. As the soft wind blew, she was glad she had that slight sheer beach top on. It slipped off one of her thin shoulders, the end of it only covering half of her butt...
Like she told Dresdan earlier; she couldn't get a boyfriend if she didn't put herself out there. Thus, even though she didn't put any thought into her bikini, she had put a bit of thought into what went on top of it. Pulling her hair out of the messy yet chic bun it had been in, she stood and slipped off her top so she was left in her bikini, "Talk to you in a bit, yeah? I'm gonna go for a quick surf while the waves are big," Yes, she loved surfing. Extreme sports were definitely her thing. So leaving her stop and scrunchy next to him on the beach towel, she headed over to where all the expensive cars were parked, looking for the one all black Mustang GT 500 with the white racing stripes was located; the one she and Dresdan had arrived in. The music could be heard, still loud and clear, where she was since the same thing was playing out of someone's trunk, a few people there all dancing and hanging out. She couldn't wait until it was totally dark...That was going to be crazy and she knew it. She loved these parties...
Running her fingers through her hair, she walked with the grace of a dancer but with the gentle swinging of the hips of a vixen or seductress. Reaching the car which was across from the one playing music, she reached over and grabbed the lean surf board that was on top and then bent over to grab the wax from the passenger seat to wax it. Oh this would most definitely be fun. Despite everyone thinking she wasn't a virgin anymore...She was actually hoping tonight she'd get rid of the damn thing once and for all before anyone found out the truth...
outfit
tag: opened to everyone!
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Post by bellamy lucia montague on Apr 18, 2010 22:06:19 GMT -5
Bellamy wasn't sure why she was here; this wasn't so much of her scene, you could say. While Santa Croc's population held quantities of deviancy and bad behavior, it was all in the name of high school pettiness, and simply wasn't her thing. No, she much preferred home to do her deeds. these days; the parties of Ambassadors and other wealthy families, where she would casually confuse, seduce, and fuck their daughters in the bathroom all within an evening. So no, she wasn't particularly excited for the "back to school bonfire", which wouldn't be as filled with adrenaline or the rush of getting caught as say.. fooling around in the front seat of her father's porsche with his business associate's virginic daughter. So, she had little to no expecations for this evening, even if she did find a cute or at least fuckable girl, there wouldn't be the the friskiness that came with the possibility to getting caught. No one here cared about her sexuality these days; her brothers casually ignored most her antics, and most everyone else had grown accustomed to her romancing and game of confusions. It took some of the fun out of the game, but Bellamy was a sportsman and wouldn't give in simply because it wasn't as fun these days.
Wandering from the parking lot where she had casually thrown one of her father's many expensive, beloved cars into park, she moved with the usual swagger of one who truly did not give a flying fuck about the rest of society. Which she honestly didn't, at least the one here, so accustomed to the personalities of Santa Croc, stripped of her usually goody-girl edge that came when visiting with those outside the academy. But here, she simply acted as Bellamy; scantily dressed, dark locks mussed along her features, auburn tendrils falling in a series of waves along her shoulderblades, just as wild and exuberant as she was. There was the usual gleam of unmistakable mischief in her contrastingly bright eyes, that slight curve of a twist of her full lips that indicated that already her mind was on this evenings various pleasures. Maybe it was shallow, but physical gratification was the first and foremost on Bellamy's wants; anyone else's wants and emotionally desires were a far second, her mind mostly focused upon what she could get out of an experience, even if it left the other person with very little. But it was a dog eat dog -- or girl eat girl? -- world out there, and this was simply the best way to operate if you didn't want to get emotionally stepped on.
Drawing in a breath of salty air, she lifted her bronzed arms above her head, streching luxuriously as she walked, casually kicking flipflops from her feet -- leaving them abandoned, along with denim shorts and a white tank top, in some random parking space. It wasn't as if she would have the where with all to find them later anyway, given that inebriation meant that she could hardly remember her own name, let alone where her clothes were. Shrugging lightly and adjusting skimp straps of her bathing suit, attention was drawn to the horizon, where she could see party-goers floating around on the beachy shores, chattering excitedly, all anticipating when the sun would go down and things would get much, much hotter. However, eyes were drawn -- as was natural -- to a girl's ass, sticking out from a window as she leaned into a car in search of.. something. Well, she had found Bellamy.
Raising a singular brow, B hurried her steps, and as she passed, cupped her hand and let it smack noisily -- but soflty -- against the stranger's ass, doing a small spin as she did so that weight came to rest against the hood of the car, arms crossing as head tilted amusedly to the side. "You were asking for that one." The words escaped in the usual honeyed, husky voice that was adapted when dealing with females, gaze already growing bright with the excitement of yet another conquest.
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Post by delilah mari barnes on Apr 18, 2010 22:37:40 GMT -5
Feeling someone smack her rear end, Delilah paused just as her slender fingers got the bar of wax in its casing. However, her tensed muscles relaxed upon hearing the voice of a female. She had to remind herself that she had to put herself out there and being fearful of people complimenting her or being all touchy would get her nowhere. Letting her torso slither out in that elegant smooth way of her's, her stormy emerald eyes landed on the female on the hood and Delilah chuckled. Bellamy Montague. Of course she knew who she was. All the rumors that circulated her and her family was enough for everyone to know her name-or at least her last name. Without much hesitation, Delilah's hand came up and smacked her across the face with the same amount of force Bell had used on her bum, "Ditto," her British accent was thick as she spoke, light and amused as a sweet chuckle came out at the end. It was strange, her mixture of seduction and shyness. It sometimes didn't make sense if anyone was examining her enough but most people didn't so she normally got away with it.
Reaching up, she grabbed the surf board and then glanced over at her, "Didn't expect the infamous Bellamy to show up to this kind of event," she really didn't especially with her reputation of doing things in the kinkiest of places just because of the thrill of getting caught and such. It wasn't like Delilah would fall for it. She was straight after all-so far from being a lesbian or even bisexual it wasn't even a matter of confusion or not. After all, she was in love with her damn twin brother...But she wouldn't admit that to anyone on this planet ever. It was one secret she would drag with her to the grave if she had to. She smirked at her, in a way practicing her new found confidence. It wasn't like people didn't know who she was. Maybe last year they didn't know her but this year, upon returning from the break, the fact she had gone under the good-girl-gone-bad transformation had her name on every single male's lips in the academy. No more Virgin Mary now it was who could just who could get in her pants the fastest. First one was the winner of some large pool they had cooking up. She didn't mind. She actually found it a bit flattering while most women would find it offensive and immature.
Delilah started toward the sand which really was not far, and a bit closer to the water,sticking the surf board into the sand so it was standing and then using the wax bar to rub it all over. When she did this one time in Hawaii, she had half of the men on the beach surrounding her, asking if she could teach them how to surf and, being as naive as she was, she told them all yes until Dresdan showed up and dragged her and her surf board away. She should have noticed it wasn't just him being his usual overprotective self...That there was more to it than that-but she was, as stated before, naive. It was probably one characteristic that would never leave her.
bleh so short sorry D:
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