Ground rules

She didn’t join me in the shower.

Alice got the water running for me, handed me a clean towel, and then disappeared with a little smile. The shower felt good — hot water washing away the sweat, cum, and exhaustion from last night. By the time I stepped out and dried off, she was gone.

I wandered back to the caravan in just my boxers, following the smell of food.

Bacon and eggs.

She was standing at the little stove in the caravan’s tiny kitchenette, already dressed again in those tight shorts and a different cropped top that showed off the curve of her waist and the heavy swell of her tits. When she heard me come in she turned and smiled — soft, almost shy.

“I thought it was the least I could do,” she said, plating up the food. “You were… busy last night.”

The food was good. Really good. She was a surprisingly good cook for an 18-year-old living in a caravan. We sat across from each other at the small table and actually talked. Not sexting. Not moaning. Just… talking.

It felt strange after everything we’d done in the dark.

But the sexual tension never really left the room. Every time she shifted, her big tits moved under her top. Every time I looked at her mouth I remembered how she’d moaned into the pillow while I was breeding her. We kept catching each other’s eyes and smirking.

Eventually the conversation drifted toward ground rules.

Alice poked at her eggs with her fork and said it casually, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Just so we’re clear… you’re not allowed to fall in love with me.”

I scoffed, almost laughing. “Yeah, of course not.”

She gave me a look like she didn’t fully believe me, but didn’t push it.

We kept talking. About past hookups, bad dates, what we liked. She opened up more than I expected. Then, out of nowhere, she said it.

“I love being a nudist.”

I nearly choked on my bacon.

She laughed at my reaction. “Not like full-time or anything. But when I can… I just prefer being naked. It feels natural. Especially out here in the caravan when my parents aren’t around. Clothes feel like too much sometimes.”

The image of her thick, curvy body walking around completely naked in this little space hit me hard. My cock twitched under the table.

She noticed the look on my face and smirked.