Through Kate's eyes. Part 1.

For the first ten minutes after Alex left, Kate was seething inside. She got used to trusting him and even, in some way, let him into her inner circle. True, now, taking inventory of her thoughts, she thought about his role in this inner circle: was he a guy in it... Or a girlfriend?

The paradox was that Alex's accusations were partly true. Kate was smart enough to realize this: she was actually paying too little romantic attention to him.

But at the same time, he shouldn’t have behaved like that! And yes, he hit a nerve: Kate was a late bloomer. The baggy clothes simply hid her boyish figure and almost complete absence of boobs. She didn't even need a bra. However, she wore it. Stuffed with cotton wool. To create the impression that there was something to hide under these baggy clothes.

Kate slammed the door to her room in frustration. She really didn’t want to lose Alex, but she understood that their couple had come to a crisis: it was obvious that if he saw her in a more open form, he would leave her one way or another, galloping off to other, more promiscuous girls. But Alex didn’t even suspect that he was rated quite highly among the school girls: over the last school year he blossomed and began to make a worthy impression on them, and the only reason they haven’t hung on him yet is because his character remained for the majority school sluts - "dark horse". He didn’t seem to be a nerd, but at the same time, he wasn’t “cool” either, he avoided conflicts... In general, she intercepted him in time. And now it looks like I’ve lost it.

Kate threw off her disgusting sweater and, putting her fingers under her bra straps, desperately itched herself. Under the weight of her D-sized tits, they dug heavily into her shoulders and rubbed her skin.

Wait, what?! D-cup tits?!

Kate, in amazement, plopped down on the bed with her lush ass, causing both the bed and her ass to spring back and the girl found herself on the floor.

What boobs?! And why boobs? Why not... Boobs? Tits? Why the fuck couldn't she even remember a normal word for her balls of joy? No, well, there is a normal word - tits. Here! exactly! Tits, yes. What a mess in my head.

Her boobs were definitely missing before anyway! She was flat as a board... Until about twelve years old, yes. After which she quickly outgrew everyone in the class. Or not?

The girl stood up and unfastened her lace red bustier, releasing a pair of her beautiful, natural tits, size double E. Yes, with such a size, gravity slightly pulled them down, but this only added taste and piquancy to them. She stroked her neat, tiny pink nipples with pleasure and shuddered with pleasure.

Stupid Alex ran away on some business of his own, but she was going to give him her virginity today! Her parents went to Europe for a week, and she specially wore her best lingerie... She twirled in front of the mirror, proudly looking at her round and appetizing ass, covered in red lace panties from Victoria's Secret.

Unable to resist, she again ran her fingers over her elastic pink nipples. Yes, they were clearly larger than average and constantly showed her arousal, breaking through even through a thick bra and blouse.

Kate ran her hand between her legs in a familiar motion and moaned quietly. It was no longer possible to stop, so she fell on the bed and did one of her favorite things. Moreover, the thong allowed easy access to her attention-hungry clitoris. For a split second, she still had time to think about why she was wearing a thong and not lace, but this thought was washed away by a stream of pleasure, from which she emerged only a quarter of an hour later....