Nude girl walking

Was it hot in the room or was it just her imagination? Mandy pressed her lips against Mike's, feeling the soft, intimate wetness. The couple moved against each other, their clothes serving as the only barrier to what they both wanted deep down.

Mike pinched his girlfriend's small, firm nipples through the t-shirt. She had such pretty little breasts. Slipping a hand lower, he caressed her full, ripe ass. How did a girl with such small, perky boobs have such sex, round butt? Dance did crazy things to a girl's body, apparently.

Mandy rubbed her crotch against her boyfriend's tight bulge. His size always surprised her. Mandy hadn't expected him to be small, but damn.

"If we're going to do that," Mike said, "we might as well take off our clothes."

Mandy froze in her tracts. It wasn't that she didn't want it. She did. But was she ready? This wouldn't be her first time ever, of course. She and Mike had not made it to home base yet and Mandy desperately wanted the feeling to be perfect. Perfect like everything else in her relationship.

"Mike, let's wait," she said.

In a huff, Mike rolled off of her. "Fine, we'll wait."

"Thanks," Mandy said, filling with regret.

"I guess we should take some space, let things cool down?" Mike said.

"Sure," Mandy said. She checked the time on her phone, wondering where her roommate was.

Rita and Mandy had been best friends since seventh grade. A large part of Mandy's choice of Forest Glen college had been Rita's interest in the psychology program.

Mandy thought about the strangeness of the her position. For the first time ever, she had a boyfriend, a dedicated relationship, and Rita was single. That never happened.

If she were pressed, Mandy would admit that she was deeply jealous of her best friend. It wasn't that Mandy was unattractive, just that Rita was more attractive.

Rita was the sweet, pretty yet unassuming girl next door above the neck and a curvy instagram model below it. Her boyish, perky personality rounded out the mix perfectly.

It seemed that no matter what Mandy did, she was always second fiddle to Rita. Except with Mike.

***

Jimmy was a fat kid. Always had been, always would be. He couldn't even remember a time when he hadn't been pudgy. Combine this with acne and teenage social anxiety and his high school years had been largely loveless and painful. Freshman year in college wasn't looking any better.

He shuffled through his car, pulling out trash and boxes and candy bar wrappers. So many goddamn candy bar wrappers. Later he would drive his new friends, all of them skinnier than him. All the guys and girls giving each other Googly eyes. Not at him.

He felt ashamed to even be around them. What right did he have with such gorgeous people? Well, average people if he was being honest, but beautiful compared to him.

Jimmy emerged from his car with a swollen bag of trash and nearly jumped out of his skin.

In front of him was woman, standing just inches away from him, her deep brown eyes focused on him was curiousity.

The woman was also topless, her massive breasts jutting into the cool autumn air. Jimmy felt his crotch swell uncomfortably as he tried not to stare.

"Hey, shit. You...you uh scared me. Are you okay?"

"I'm hungry," the woman said cheerfully.

"Okay. Yeah. Uh there's a convenience store down the road."

"I'm hungry now," the woman beamed.

"I don't have any food though. I'm, I'm so sorry. Why aren't you wearing a shirt?"

The woman didn't give him an answer. Instead she thrust forward and locked lips with Jimmy. He felt her big, warm breasts smash against his chest. Her saliva tasted like honey.

Soon, instinct took over. How could it not? How long had Jimmy fantasized about this kind of thing?

The pair wrestled in the grass, accelerating into a mating rhythm.

Rita prepared for her first feeding.