Alexis, your friend from college

"Hello John, you still with me?" Alexis says, her hand returning to her lap. "Oh, sorry," you say "just zoned out I guess" trying to style it out with a laugh. "So, does that happen often?" You ask Alexis, curious to see how far Charles went with his fetish.

"Where have you been the last 20 years of your life!" She replies. "Of course it does, all girls get the craving." Charles was obviously right, it seemed to be a part of society. "You zoned out way too far, perhaps you're still coming back to the real world." She says laughing. "So how often do you get it?" You ask her. "Around 4 times a day, something like that. I'm just above average." She tells you with a wink.

So if the first part of your fetish is true, that must mean the second part is as well. Ever since you met Alexis at college you had been admiring her arse. It was a work of art, heart shaped and firm, and he masturbated to images of it in his mind loads of times. And if Charles was right about the first thing it means he was finally able to do whatever he wanted to it.

"You zoned out again?" She said another time, making you realise you had been silent for a while thinking about Alexis' arse. "Just a little bit, sorry. It's been a … strange morning today and my mind a been a bit over the place." You reply. "It's ok, I guess it happens to all of us." Alexis replies with a laugh, bringing up memories of when she used to zone out in lectures and you'd have to nudge her arm to bring her back down to earth.

You make a bold move, your hand going down to feel her butt, as much of it as you can while she is sitting down. You stay silent as you wait for a slap and a scream from her, calling you a freak and what are you doing, but none of that comes. Instead she just shuffles about so you can get your hand further under her arse, cupping and squeezing it.

"How about I let you get that better." She says seductively as she kneels over in front of you, her arse in your face. You pull down her jeans, and find she is wearing black panties, a contrast to her smooth white cheeks. You grab them and knead them in your hands, still in a slight state of unbelief as the arse you've been lusting over ever since you met her is right in front of your face.

You pull her panties down as well, leaving nothing between you and her sweet little arsehole. You stare at the beautiful sight in front of you, your cock getting hard in your pants. "Are you going to sit there all day or actually do something?" Her voice penetrates through the fog around your mind, stirring you into action.