"Tristan what are you staring at?"

Isabel glared at you across the table.

"Just the foxiest girl in the place, doll," You had to scream to be heard over the music. You lean over to kiss her.

She rolled her eyes at you and pushed you back into your chair.

4...

She laughed a little and slid around the booth to lay her head on your shoulder. You really were staring at her. You had no idea how you got a girlfriend so hot.

Isabel was thin and small, with a thick ass and the cutest little tits. She always wished they were bigger, but you thought she was fucking perfect.

3...

Her hair was pulled back into two french braids like those UFC girls. With her solid abs she looks like she might kick your ass, if she weren't under 100 lbs... either way just looking at her was turning you on.

"Where are Rory and Hunter? They were dancing over there." She sat up and tugged on her shirt. She had on light high wasted jeans and a tiny black tube top that kept sliding down. Over that she had a sleeveless shirt that was way to big for her. You're pretty sure it belonged to her last boyfriend.

2...

She seemed distracted all night. She seemed distracted a lot lately though.

You pulled her close and whispered in her ear,

"I love you, doll. Don't worry about them right now." She nuzzled against you again, looked up and smiled.

1...

HAPPY NEW YEAR explodes all over the bar.

You leaned in to kiss her. She placed one hand on your face and guided you. Your hands wandered around her body a bit.

She giggled a little. Then she pulled away.