Make up a lie

"It's for Macy Hughes, the girl from Chemistry?"

"The one with the big fake tits? Nice! Dude, I would literally kill a man to get my hands on those babies!" Ben grins. "Hey, let me know what they feel like, I've never grabbed fake tits before."

"Yeah, yeah, sure," you smile.

Making a silent note to look up what fake tits feel like at some point, you finish off your shopping, Ben goofily smiling as he pictures big bouncing tits in his head. With that, you head out to the lads, who are already guzzling cans of lager as they lean against a wall.

"S'up?" Lukas asks. "Want a can?"

"Sure!" Ben grins, grabbing one and having a long chug. "Let's get back, it's getting late."

You head back with the lads, finding a plastic lunchbox squirreled away among your possessions and loading it with slices of cheese, bits of salami and other meats and a few crackers. Ben helps you out, quietly musing to himself on whether being a surgeon who works on fake tits would be the best of the very worst job. You toss in a bottle of Jack Daniel's into your bag alongside a few bottles of cider. Sarah's supplying her own intoxicant of choice, so you're good to go.

Slyly sending her a text as the sun begins to set and twilight's brilliant glow fills the air, you sling your backpack over your shoulder and head outside. Sarah's there, waiting for you and smiling.

"Hey," she says, half-embarrassed. "You ready to go, Jack?"

She's dressed in black jeans ripped intermittently along the leg, a black crop top showing off her smooth, soft skin over her flat belly and a brownish flannel jack with a furred hood. You look over her, noting how good her ass is stretched over those jeans.

"Yeah, let's head out," you smile.