A Latina with a boyfriend.

(Thanks to CompletelyAverage for the thread suggestion.)

You wipe off the shower mirror and see yourself, a Latina from East LA named Maria. You dry your dark hair and admire your caramel skin in the mirror. You're 18 and taking a semester off between graduating high school and starting college. As you dry off from the shower, you take a second to admire yourself. Your 34C breasts have tiny little brown areolas and nipples that are very sensitive, a flat tummy, a pussy that you keep shaved alone with your legs, and the kind of ass that J. Lo sings about in "Big Booty." Speaking of which...

"Maria, get your ass down here! Your audition is soon, isn't it?", you hear your boyfriend Javier yell from the other room.

You have to admit, Javier is a nice guy. Cute and considerate, you've known him since before your quinceañera. He was your best friend before you were even really interested in boys, and it only seemed right for him to be your first boyfriend, and then later, the first guy you slept with. It only seemed right. He had never decided to join a gang or otherwise do something to royally fuck up his life, like you had seen so many do.

"Let me get dressed baby! I'll be down in 5 minutes!", you yell as you go in the bedroom. You go into the bedroom, putting on a red g string and a matching lace bra before putting on a pair of denim shorts that conform perfectly to your ass and a red low cut top that shows off your cleavage. You then put on a pair of red high heels and walk into the living room of your apartment.

Javier looks at you. "Baby, are you sure that you should wear something that sexy to an audition?"

You smile at him, "You know it's an audition for a bikini shoot, Javier. I've got to give them some idea of what I look like. Besides, you know you're the only man for me." You pull him close and kiss him.

Javier smiles a little bit after you assure him that he is enough at you, although he knows from high school gym classes that he isn't the most endowed, and is quite sensitive about it. "Alright baby. Just remember that you're coming home to me, " he says as you two walk out of the apartment that you two share to his car, a Ford Bronco that he restored while he was still in school.

"So, where's the audition at?", he asks as he starts the car.