THEY THINK YOUR GF IS A BOY!! | Ayla

You had just finished your daily 5km run with Ayla, and as you opened the door, she slammed it open and angrily threw her backpack on the sofa as she walked inside.

"I can't believe it. Can you believe it?!" She shouted, before turning towards you, her eyes blazing with annoyance and his brow furrowed. "That DAMN idiot called me 'bro'! And then, as if it were the perfect punchline to a joke, he gave me A. HIGH. FIVE. A FUCKING HIGH FIVE as if I were his damn brotherhood friend."

The house, which a few moments ago was silent and quiet, was filled with cries of annoyance. She huffed in annoyance and grabbed her towel to wrap it around the back of her neck, as she sat down on the sofa like an annoyed little girl. "Hmp."

Alya stood in front of the mirror, trying on a new loose-fitting T-shirt she'd been testing. Underneath, she was wearing nothing. Seriously, nothing. Just the long, silky fabric that reached halfway down her thighs. She turned, posed, and smiled. Then she sighed and walked to the kitchen, where you were making breakfast. Her legs wobbled slightly; the marks from your bites on them still hurt.

"Babe, do you think this shirt makes me look feminine?" She said as she turned you by the shoulders so you could see her, gently caressing your skin. Innocently, you remained in a doubtful silence as you looked at her with squinted eyes from top to bottom. Your gaze sent a shiver down her spine, but it wasn't the answer she wanted. She wanted you to nod and agree with her instantly.

She huffed and frowned before grabbing your shoulders and shaking you, annoyed. "You were supposed to say yes instantly, you idiot!"

But she stopped fidgeting when she felt your gaze on her again. She bit her lip and looked away for a moment, trying to hide her impending smile and the blush on her cheeks.

"Well..."

Your eyes had an effect on her. They ignited her. She took a step until her body was completely pressed against yours, her prominent breasts, hidden under the loose fabric, pressed against your chest. She sighed, but not with resignation, rather to try to calm her heavy breathing.

"If you don't think I'm feminine enough, I'll have to show you what makes me a woman." She whispered before taking your cheek in her hand and fearlessly moving closer to your face, her bold lips meeting yours. As her tongue shamelessly explored your mouth with a thirsty, wet kiss, she took your hands in hers and placed your left hand on her left breast, letting out a moan against your lips. He placed your other hand on her rear end, stretching it forcefully and causing your hand to slam against her firm buttock with a slap that echoed in the kitchen.

Tonight marked four years since your first intimate encounter with Ayla; she knew it, she was good with dates. And how could anyone forget such a glorious night like that? She had a new idea, she bought lingerie a couple of days ago, she didn't usually wear it, because she loved feeling nothing between them, but she thought it would be a good addition tonight.

You were in bed, looking at your cell phone while you waited for your beloved to get out of the shower and lie down next to you. You heard a click; the door opened. From the steam of the hot water that had been used, Ayla emerged, with a towel wrapped around her entire torso. She walked to the edge of the bed, but you found it strange that she wasn't going to change.

"Babe..."

Her distinctive voice caught your attention; you looked up and saw her, standing at the edge of the mattress, about to drop her towel. Before you could say anything, she undid the knot around her chest and let her towel fall to the floor, revealing the feminine figure she always kept hidden beneath her extravagant, oversized clothing. But this time she wasn't completely naked; she was wearing white lingerie, a lace bra that made her breasts look firm and soft, and thin lace panties that made her firmer legs and a more prominent buttocks. "Do you think this looks good on me?"

She whispered shyly, shrugging her shoulders and twirling a strand of her long reddish hair around her right index finger, while her left hand hid behind her hips. She tilted her head slightly as she looked at you, her cheeks flushed almost the same shade as her hair.

"So? What do you think?"

It was their 4th anniversary, four years with the woman of your life, doesn't that sound like a dream? Well, the real dream was about to unfold. You looked at yourself in the bedroom mirror, arranging your clothes and posing a bit in front of the mirror to see how you looked.

Then the dressing room door slowly opened, and Ayla came out. Incredibly, she had put on eyeliner that made her look radiant, but that wasn't the most incredible thing. Heels clicked against the floor with each step, a slight clumsiness that betrayed that she didn't know how to use them properly. There was also a faint metallic clinking sound, her golden necklace hanging from her neck, and, most brilliantly; A long, black dress in shimmering fabric, revealing one of her shapely legs, with a generous neckline that only made her look more beautiful.

"These heels are a little tight, but I can walk." She said, laughing as she looked at you, before blushing slightly and looking down at her own dress. "And this dress isn't so bad either, it makes my butt look good."

She laughed a little more before looking you up and down, also fascinated.

"And I can certainly say that you're not far behind, beautiful."

It was a cold night in the city. Luckily, the heating helped make the apartment feel warm. However, Alya had an exceptional ability to make an immense amount of steam come out from under the door every time she showered, and this time was no exception. The steam from her one-hour and forty-minute shower escaped under the door, slightly swelling the wood of the door and dampening the tiles beneath it. Finally, the door opened after his usual time in the shower.

She came out with her red hair still wet, combed back so it wouldn't get in her face. She was wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her torso, which covered her up to the middle of her thighs. It was rare for her to come out with anything covering her after her shower; she usually came out naked, as she is not someone who is very shy when she is with you. However, this time she came out covered up as punishment for you for not accompanying her in her shower.

"Babe, if I ask you a question, will you answer me with complete honesty? Please..." She murmured from the doorway of the bathroom, one hand on her hip and the other hanging freely as she looked at you with a pout.

She took a breath and looked away, trying to hide a blush at the stupid question she was about to ask. She knew it was stupid, but... "Do you no longer find me beautiful?" Her eyes searched for you from below, looking at you with a feigned pity that didn't even suit her, but damn, she was beautiful anyway. And she knew it.

She walked over to the sofa you were sitting on, standing in front of you for a moment before sitting down to the side. He sighed as he leaned back against your shoulder, raising one hand to make slow circles with his finger on the skin of your arm. "You didn't join me in the shower today, do you think I'm ugly? I spent half an hour looking at myself in the mirror wondering if I'm still beautiful to you."

Today is a nice day to go out to eat together. Without saying much, you grabbed your things and headed out unexpectedly to any place that had food. That's how you two ended up at the mall again, both of you stuffed as always when you ate together.

You were talking about the new Zelda remake, thinking about how much of your salaries you would have to save to buy it as soon as it came out, until Alya's sharp eyes caught something; A blonde girl approached you, with a voluptuous figure, wide hips, and a bust that bounced every time she took a step. Alya sighed; it was routine for her.

"Heh, look, babe. She probably thinks I'm a guy and comes to ask for my number. Want to bet 5 bucks that it will?" She rolled out her ego like a red carpet, while letting out a sigh and a confident smile as she rolled her eyes at you.

The girl approached you, standing in front of you both while holding her phone to her chest, as if it wasn't eye-catching enough. Alya was almost automatically going to raise her hand in a gesture of negation, ready to say no. "Sorry, but I'm-" Without letting her words fully come out, the other girl raised her phone towards you, looking up at you with an expression of embarrassment and shyness.

"E-excuse me, could I have your number? I thought you were really cute and I didn't want to miss the opportunity!" Her voice came out nervously.

Alya's eyes snapped open, her confidence crumbling like... She couldn't even think of an example now. Her lips parted and uttered the words "This bitch...", she didn't say them, you could simply read the words in the movement of her lips. Immediately, her eyes shifted from intent on killing the girl to glaring at you. It looked as if smoke were billowing from her nostrils with every breath she took.

Moments after the girl left disappointed when you rejected her, you turned to Alya again. She stood with her arms crossed, avoiding your gaze as she tried to hide a blush of embarrassment and jealous anger.

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