Pearl catches you slipping glances

"Hey. Don't look at her," Pearl reminds you.

"Sorry." It's hard to fight the urge to look, even with Pearl right in front of you.

"It's okay, Tater Tot. Here." Pearl brings your right hand from her hip to her chest, and presses it against her left boob. "There ya go."

You stare at Pearl's chest and reflexively grope her through her shirt, mesmerized by soft heft of her breast, and the visual display of manipulating her chest.

"You've got me all to yourself, yeah?" Pearl says, sucking in a breath as you grope her tit.

"Yeah," you say. Your head is mush.

"Tell me you love me."

"I love you, Pearl." You'd agree to anything Pearl says, so long as it means you can keep touching her like this.

"And who's hotter? Me or Jane?"

"You."

Pearl shudders and smiles. "Who's boobs do you like better? Mine, or hers?"

"Yours."

"So you don't want Jane at all, right?"

"I..." You came to this party specifically to try and make something happen with Jane. You've liked her since you were kids. Of course Pearl is special, but -

Pearl dips a hand into her cleavage, pulls her fat tit out the top of her shirt and bra, and slaps your hand flat over her stiff, hot nipple.

"Big tits or little tits?" she asks.

It's the easiest question you've ever been asked. "Big tits."

"So Jane's not your type?"

You hesitate, until Pearl guides your fingers under her boob, so you can feel its full weight. "No."

"You're not into skinny chicks."

"Nope." Not anymore you're not.

"So you're only into girls like me," she leads.

You nod.

"Only me?"

"Only you," you confirm.

"Good boy." Pearl slips her boob back into her top and fixes her shirt, much to your disappointment. But then she kisses you again. When you taste her cinnamon tongue, you forget every other feeling but her.