Robin Foster leaned over her dressing table, eyeing up her reflection in the mirror as she parted her lips and applied her bubble-gum pink lip gloss, lingering in the gaze of her reflection. The sheen of gloss highlighted her lips, the edges defined by a like-coloured liner, but her tanned skin did not need much to accentuate it when her natural beauty shone through. Make-up, however, was always going to be part of the look of one of the most popular girls, preparing for the next stage in her life, although she didn't really know what she was going to go on to do as yet. That was something to worry about later though as her blonde curls fell and bounced around her face, perfectly styled with so much holding hairspray that she would do well to not go to close to anyone wielding a cigarette or flame of any kind.
She smiled at her reflection, pursing and rolling her lips to distribute the gloss equally, the guest bedroom mirror set up just as she liked it with the lights framing it as if she was on set at a big studio, about to go out on stage to present an awards show. Robin would like that. She'd like that very much, actually, but the stars would really have to align for that to become a possibility, even though she was eighteen and on the precipice of a life that could become absolutely anything for her.
Yet her body would always be the thing that caught the attention of most people, including herself, and no one would judge her for spending more time making sure that she looked fantastic above everyone else. At least, until something more, later in life, became more important, but that still remained to be seen at the end of it all. She wiggled her boob-tube top up over her boobs a little more comfortably, although her large breasts did more than enough to hold it in place. A blonde bombshell to a T, she knew the look she was going for and rocked it, walking around without any socks, her bare toes curling into the carpet.
However, the house that she was in did not belong to her and neither was the guest bedroom the one that she usually slept in either, the sparse furnishing only enough for a real guest to be comfortable. The mirror had been put in on her request so that she had somewhere that she could sit and primp without worrying about anyone interrupting her before she was good and done. That and it was nice to have somewhere that didn't smell like man too when she was away from her own home.
Robin smiled and stood, taking a little spin before that mirror, although she made a note to get them to buy her a full-length one so that she could really see the full effect of her outfits there. But the pink bikini bottoms were cute as they were and she bent over with her booty stuck out, pushing up onto her toes just to make her legs look even better than they already did. She didn't exercise, per se, but seemed to be one of those girls that held her figure against all other influences, somehow managing to look gorgeous despite everything else going on in life. That may have been just why she was popular-unpopular in the best of ways -- at least if you asked her about it.
But the day was getting on and she wasn't going to sit and primp forever when she could be elsewhere having fun and it was with a spring in her step that she slipped on a pair of ballet flats just for the house and bounced downstairs. As was her way, she didn't wear any socks with any pair of shoes at all and preferred to be barefoot too where possible, all for the freedom of her feet and the look of being sockless, although it did sometimes render her footwear a little sweatier than she may have liked otherwise. Tan lines on her feet too were simply obnoxious and she peered down at them even as she tipped her way downstairs, nearly falling down the steps as she pranced and shimmied her way around.
She landed at the bottom of the stairs that was, perhaps, not quite becoming for a lady like her but she knew just where to find the guy she was looking for, although she did know well enough that he was not alone. But she would see to it quickly enough that she got her time alone with Dave without Jim hanging about. Though what was really the problem if that nerd got a little looksie at what she was giving out to her guy?
Either way, she burst into the dining room where Dave was all set up at the dark wood dining table with his books, brow furrowing as he tried to study. It was cute to see him concentrating so hard but she simply had to disrupt that as he brushed his fingers back against his short, dark brown hair, so dark, in fact, that in the right lighting it looked as if it could well be black. His jaw was strong and she sucked in a tiny, fluttering breath at that jaw-line, even as his eyes slid over her hers, locking with her baby blue bashful beauties.
"Hiiiii!" She sang out, plopping herself into Dave's lap with a giggle and wiggle of her hips. "What-cha doing?"
He smiled and kissed her head, although he only got a mouthful of blonde locks for his trouble, strands clinging to slightly damp lips. Always had to make an entrance, his girlfriend did, and he idly amused himself, if only briefly, by running his hand down her waist to the risen curve of her hip, bone showing through in the defined cut and lines of her body. He was lucky in some regards, truly, and yet there was something about him that he simply could not take her all for himself while his eyes were so very apt to wander cruelly.
"Hey, babe, just wrapping up here."
"We've still got work to do, actually..."
Both of them had, of course, forgotten the other person in the room -- poor Jim McNutt with his eyebrows more overgrown than was proper for a handsome man, the man that he should have been. But he was a guy who had worked his way through school with his head down, set to get into the top schools without any trouble at all and only working on tutoring the admittedly stupid Dave because it gave him extra credit and bonus points towards his courses of choice. Maybe he could even be accelerated through the system? There was nothing wrong, really, with his hair, but the style was non-existent, the short, brown hairs swept awkwardly to the side as if he only needed it to really be out of the way of his glasses. The zits on his face could have been covered up more easily if he had something more on his chest than he did (if he was a woman, that was to say) but he was forced to face the pain of going without anything to ease his troubles. For that matter, he at least hoped that they would settle down with age but that was hardly something likely to happen if he took after his father. Damn, right?
Dave blinked at him as if he'd forgotten that he was having a tutoring session.
