This is my first time writing in this genre and writing in general.
I struggle to write so any critique/advice would be greatly appreciatedC:
The story isn't erotic yet, so please bear with me... -MsCarlene
I layed on my bed, staring at the ceiling. My honey brown hair lay in between my pillow and my head. Thought after thought flew through my head, slowly passing the waking hours.
"Beep! Beep! Beep!" I slammed my open palm on my dear alarm clock. I turned on my belly and and stared at the flashing red numbers, 7:31.
I grunted and shrugged the teal floral comforter off of me, dragging my feet on the wood flooring, to my bathroom.
I twisted the knobs to my shower and started to lazily take off my undergarments. Looking in my mirror across the shower, I saw my DDD breasts relax onto my chest. I cupped them up, scared they'd droop farther. I ignored my slight aging paranoia and put a foot in the shower. I instantly felt the stream of warm water graze my thigh. I sighed and fixed myself into the center of the shower head. I closed my eyes to enjoy the richness of the water clean me of my previous day.
"Vera!!" My eyes sprung open, only to be splashed with water.
"What!?" I yelled, so my voice radiated through the aparrtment and into the caller's ear. "Hurry the fuck up, Vera! You're hogging up the hot water!" I finished up my body cleansing and cautiously stepped out of the shower. I twirled myself into a fresh towel and innocently walked out of my bathroom and to my dresser.
I pulled out my slightly laced undergarments. I let my towel go and it fell gracefully to the floor. I walked to my closet and pulled out a casual dress and flats. I layed the day's clothing on the bed and noticed figure form by my door. I looked to find Morgan, my roomate and best friend, admiring me.
"You're beautiful," Morgan sighed.
"And you're a pedophile! Go away, I'm getting dressed." I couldn't help but giggle.
Although my figure is full, Morgan and many others, constantly confirm my physique. At times, it gets annoying, but I understand why they would say and do the things they say and do. Like Morgan, standing there watching me dress myself. Morgan is 22 and acts like if she were my mother. I'm 17. We go to the same college. I graduated early from highschool and later met Morgan and roomed with her, to make long story short.
She smiled and turned, faning her white hair to drape her exit. She's always had a thing for old lady white hair, so she dyes it that way. And let me tell you, it suits her perfectly. It makes her look younger, if that's even, at all, possible. Her body is athletically toned. And like me, our skin is light complected.
After getting dressed, I walked to the vintage kitchen, and served myself a bowl of cereal. As I ate, Morgan walked in pinching her hair dry with a towel. "Are you going to Mason's party tonight?" she cooed over his name.
She's always had a crush on him. He's one of the richest guys at school, so I'm gonna' let you stereotype the poor man. But unlike everyone else, I knew Mason's story. He was drunk and I, like always, was the designated driver. That's pretty much how I know his story, but let's save that for later.
"No." I moaned and faced my bowl of cereal noticing I had a few bites left.
Morgan twitched her head upwards as her hands slipped from piching her hair dry. "No?"
Morgan huffed, "Are you fucking kidding me?! You're being anti-social, Vera." She grabbed a floral bowl for herself, a little frustrated.
"Morgan," I sighed and watched her pour her cereal angrily, "I'm serious. I don't want to go."
She sat at the table adjacent to my seat. As soon as she placed her bowl down, she intertwined her fingers in her hair and pulled slightly.
"C'mon! Boys?! Beer? Drugs?" she said with a hint of agression.
I slurpped a spoonful of cereal and said, while chewing, "Are you trying to scare me away or trying to convince me?"
She laughed. "Right? Sorry. Ok, whatever Vera. Whatever!" I smiled, glad the conflict subsided before it grew.
Morgan finished her cereal and walked over to me, grabbing her book bag,"Get to class. Ok?"
She kissed the top of my head and whispered into my hair, "Don't misbehave, missy!" She winked and headed for the door.
I finished slurpping my leftover milk, brushed my teeth, and walked to class.