She was breathtakingly stunning. Her dark full curly locks fell to her back perfectly. Her porcelain skin was complimented by intense, deep dark eyes and shapely red lips. And her body- her body was beyond beautiful. Tall and shapely, perfect breasts, long legs, thick hips... Her name was Rose, and her beauty transcended that of the precious flower.
Her good friend, Ally, was desirous of Rose for quite a while. She was 19, and younger than Rose by quite a bit, but the two connected on a level that made their love for each other ageless. Ally, petite and slender with long dark hair had bright blue eyes, thick, full lips, round perky breasts and a perfectly tiny waist. Ally loved Rose so intently that it practically consumed her. She wanted nothing more than to be with her, to hold her close and adore her whole.
Rose called her friend Ally one day, crying over a bad day, and a series of negativity that had been engulfing her life for quite some time. Ally was always there for her friend, willing and understanding as much as she could possibly be. She invited Rose over that night. And for some reason, the two felt a strange sensation after hanging up the phone with each other, like something was destined to happen...