In a relationship

I threw the towel over the chair, as I saw "L" pull her white meshed underwear up to her hips, it barely covered her ass. I swallowed hard, as she didn't have a bra on and I could see the shape of her breast from behind her at the angle I'm standing.

(This girl is going to be the death of me) I thought.

She pulled her hair up as she let it out again and brushed it not knowing what she was doing or wanted to do to it. I stifled a little laugh once I realized it as she turned around quickly.

"Why don't just leave it down, baby?" I asked walking towards her.

"No it's so frizzy, and I don't have the energy to flat iron it right now" she whined.

It's not frizzy "L," I said.

"It is", she whined again catching it in the back and making a low ponytail.

She turned to both sides, making sure she liked it, as I sat on the bed watching her tucking some strands behind her ear.