“I’m so fucking wet..."

I didn’t say a word. The look in Alice’s eyes was louder than anything either of us had typed over the last week. I shifted closer on the caravan bed, my hand sliding up to cup the side of her face, thumb brushing her cheek. She leaned into the touch instantly, lips parting on a soft breath.

Our mouths met.

The first kiss was careful, almost shy — warm, full lips pressing against mine like she was still half-convinced this was just another filthy daydream. Then the dam broke. She made a tiny, desperate sound in her throat and pushed forward, and suddenly we were kissing like we’d been waiting our whole lives for it. Deep, hungry, wet kisses that tasted like the lip balm she’d mentioned in one of her snaps and the beer I’d had earlier. Her tongue brushed mine, tentative for half a second, then bolder, sliding against it as her body melted closer.

I groaned into her mouth and let my hands roam. One stayed at her face, holding her there while we devoured each other. The other slid straight down her back, under the loose tank top, fingers spreading wide over the smooth, warm skin of her lower back before dropping lower to grab a proper handful of that thick, plush ass I’d been obsessing over since the first photo. The tight black shorts did nothing to hide how soft and generous she was. I squeezed, kneading the heavy flesh, and Alice moaned right into my kiss, her hips twitching forward like she couldn’t help it.

Those big, heavy 18-year-old tits mashed against my chest as she shifted, climbing half into my lap without breaking the kiss. The weight of them was incredible — soft, warm, yielding as they squished between us. I could feel the hard little points of her nipples through the thin layers. My cock, already painfully hard from days of edging and the drive over, throbbed hard against her thick thigh.

We broke apart just long enough to breathe. Her green eyes were glassy, lips shiny and swollen. A strand of dark hair stuck to her cheek. She looked even hotter in real life than in every snap and mirror selfie combined.

“Fuck, Alice…” I muttered, voice rough.

She gave me that same mischievous little smile from her profile pic, but it was shyer now, mixed with pure want. “Told you I’d make it worth ditching the boys.”

Then she kissed me again, slower this time but no less intense. Her hands weren’t shy either — one tangled in my hair, tugging just enough to make me growl, the other sliding down my chest and stomach until her palm pressed firmly over the thick bulge in my jeans. She squeezed experimentally, feeling the shape of me, and her breath hitched.

I took the invitation and slipped my hand higher under her tank top, cupping one massive tit over her bra. It overflowed my fingers, heavy and warm, the soft flesh giving beautifully as I squeezed and kneaded. Her nipple was stiff against my palm. I rubbed my thumb over it through the fabric and felt her whole body shudder.

Alice pulled back just enough to rest her forehead against mine, both of us panting. The string lights in the caravan cast a warm glow over her flushed skin and the tops of her breasts as they rose and fell fast. The movie was still playing, ignored. The only sounds were our breathing, the wet sound of another slow kiss, and the faint creak of the caravan bed as she shifted her thick thighs around me.

Her hand stayed on my cock, rubbing lightly through the denim now, like she was mapping it. Then she whispered something that sent a fresh jolt straight to my balls.

“I kept thinking about everything you said you’d do to me… all week. Every time I touched myself. And now you’re actually here.” She bit her lip, eyes flicking down between us then back up. There was something new in her face — not just the nervous excitement from when she’d opened the gate, but a spark of real boldness. Like the version of her from the sexts was starting to take over now that we were alone. “I’m so fucking wet, Chris. Like… properly soaked.”

She gave my cock another squeeze, bolder this time, and rocked her hips so her thick ass and thighs rubbed against me. The heat between her legs was obvious even through the layers.

This was new. The texts had been filthy. The snaps had been teasing. But having her warm, curvy body in my lap, her tongue in my mouth, her hand on my dick while she admitted how wet she was in that soft, slightly shaky voice… that was something else entirely.

Alice looked at me through her lashes, cheeks pink, chest heaving. Her voice dropped even lower.