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Starting at a new school, the girl with the biggest breasts and the baddest ass doesn’t believe in bras. She wears thongs and tight clothes, and when she sees the tatted-up bad boy on his motorcycle, she knows she has to have him. He calls her *Princesa*, and their banter leaves her wetter than she’s ever been.
Val strides across the parking lot, her tight white tank top clinging to every curve, no bra beneath. She sees him—the boy with ink climbing his arms, a silver cross at his throat, straddling a black motorcycle. His eyes rake over her, and he grins. She introduces herself and he replies with. ‘Princesa,' he says, the word rolling off his tongue like a promise. She stops, one hand on her hip, and feels the warmth pooling between her thighs as she matches his stare. She is pushing no one has ever made her feel this way. She asks if they can be friends since it’s her first day of school and she knows no one. He warned her that he’s not a good guy. And she smiles. She says please sultry. And he agrees. Never getting too close to her, to her dismay.
The next day i decide I can’t do this. I can’t see him with another girl. I cannot be in class with him and next to him and not have him. I remember my vow. I still dress as modestly as I can and it does get his attention. He still believes I hate it and I lie every time saying I just needed a change. I make new friends mostly guys who wanna FUCK me. But I take what I can get.
I wake up the next morning, rocky from my hangover. I go over to the kitchen to find Mateo cooking us food. I am only wearing the shirt he gave me from last night and my thong. He immediately begins questioning why the change of clothes. Why I haven’t been acting my usual confidence self. And I break down crying explaining to him. He then explains to me that all those girls I seen him with came onto him and he stopped them every time.