Ecstasy 2 (Kate)

Kate

Kate opened his door without knocking and strode right in. Alkim was on his bed, seemingly fast asleep, with a blanket over his legs. Why is he sleeping? It’s only nine pm! She got up on his bed and shook him by his shoulders. “Alkim? Alkim, wake up!”

He grumbled something unintelligible and didn’t rise. Kate was getting impatient. She crawled over to straddle Alkim’s midsection and shook him by his shoulders some more as she called his name.

“C’mon, Alkim! Dude, get up, I need to talk to you! Please?”

Her hands came away sweaty. Her friend rarely used blankets, on account of the heat, and his self-proclaimed high metabolism. It should have been odd to see him using one at these temperatures, but Kate didn’t really find any of it odd or interesting enough to think about.

“Uggghhhh,” he groaned, “Mikaella? Again already?”

Mikaella? Was he having a sex dream? “Fuck no, dude! It’s me, Kate! Wake up already!”

Alkim finally opened his eyes, and was greeted with the sight of Kate’s enormous hangers overflowing her tank top.

“Kate?!” His eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.

Of course THAT woke him up. Tits-for-brains.

He pulled the blanket up to his waist, rubbed his eyes and stared at her boobs again. “What—ugh, shit!— are you doing? Here, I mean, in my bed.” he asked, squirming under her, apparently confused by this wake up call. His gaze flicked between her face, chest, and her bare legs kneeling on either side of his abdomen.

The molly had made Kate even more impatient and much less coherent. Once she opened her mouth, the poorly constructed speech just spilled out of her, “Okay, so I was feeling bad so I took a point of molly to make me feel better—two points, actually—except I have no one else to talk to or cuddle with right now, and I really need someone to hold me and make out with me! But you were asleep, so I had to wake you up, but yeah, that’s it, so will you scootch over so I can lay down here with you???”

Somehow, Alkim had not kept up with that infodump.

“Wait, wait, wait! Back up! You did molly by yourself? We were supposed to wait two more months!”

“Yeah? Well, I really could use a little more comfort and a lot less judgy-ness right now, thank you very much!” Kate felt a bit indignant that Alkim had not already accepted her offer.

How could he not want to make out with all this?

“Why’d you take it tonight?” he asked.

“I just wanted to feel good, man. It’s not that deep.” Half true.

“Fuck.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, then tried to rub the sleep from his eyes. “Well, I guess there’s no un-taking it. How much?”

“Huh?”

“What dosage? How many points? And how long ago?”

“Oh, two.” She held up two fingers over his face, then impulsively tapped them on his nose. “Boop! Oh, and, like, a half hour ago.”

His eyes went wide. “Two points? Fuck! Kate, that’s an insane dose for someone your weight! That’s almost as much as I take, and you don't have anywhere near that kind of tolerance!”

Awww, he still doesn’t think I’m fat! Just my tits.

He stopped for a moment, processing this information. Then his jaw dropped. “Wait, did you just say you want to cuddle and make out?”

“I said so, didn’t I?”

“That’s why I asked—ugh, never mind.” He shut his eyes, and groaned, while his hands clenched into fists, as if he could squeeze out the tension from this situation. Then he sighed. “So, you really want to make out?”

“Yes!”

“With me?”

“Yes!”

“Right now?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

Alkim looked her up and down, considering his answer carefully. “Look, Kate, we both know you’re the hottest person I know…” Awww! “... and I definitely want to say yes… but I also don’t want to take advantage of you while you’re all fucked up. Friends shouldn’t do that.”

“Rude!” She gave him a little playful shove, which had the effect of squeezing her tits between her elbows. “I’m perfectly alert, and sound of mind.” Her mind was actually completely flooded with elevated levels of both dopamine, and serotonin, but that was beside the point.

“You say that now, but you’re also rolling absolute tits.” The mere mention of tits was enough to make him look, but he caught himself almost immediately, and resumed eye contact. “When you sober up in a few hours you’re going to be pissed at me for saying yes.”

“I won’t be mad! I promise!” She meant it at that moment, but she also didn’t really care if she changed her mind later. Being upset with him was a problem for future-Kate. Right-fucking-now-Kate needed her fix, and she needed it bad.

“Riiiight.” Alkim stared at her for a long moment, then shifted his gaze down to her tits, and back to her face again before sighing in resignation. “Okay, Kate. I just have to make something clear first: if we do this, things will happen to me. Blood will go places, and it will not leave those places until we are done.”

Gross. “I get it.” The last thing she wanted was a lesson in male reproductive anatomy.

“No, Kate, I’m not sure you do. I mean I’m going to get really hard. Diamond hard. It’s completely involuntary. If that’s going to make you uncomfortable, we shouldn’t do this.”

Of course it makes me uncomfortable! “It won’t. I know it's normal for you, I can handle it,” she lied, “I don’t care if you get a boner.” As long as it doesn’t fucking touch or cum on me! She hoped he hadn’t noticed she sat a good half foot up his torso so that her ass wasn’t in contact with his groin. “I just really, really need someone to make out with me, okay? C’mon, I don’t wanna be all alone like this. Pleeeeaasse?” she pleaded, needily, clasping her hands together, causing her boobs to follow suit.

Alkim watched, evaluating her sincerity. “And you promise not to get mad at me later?”

Too easy. “I promise, I won’t get mad at you later.” How could I get mad at someone who makes me feel so, sooooo fucking good?

He considered that for too much time. “I feel like I should get this in writing.”

Fuck no! I don’t want to leave any evidence of this night behind!

Still straddling him, Kate leaned forward until her face hovered over his, and her massive breasts spilled over the sides of her tank top onto his bare chest.

No way he’ll say no to these.

“Ughhhh, never mind.”

Ha! Tits-for-brains.

He exhaled deeply, like he was psyching himself up. Kate just enjoyed the light breeze it sent over her rapidly-warming skin. “Okay then. Should I do some molly too?” asked Alkim.

Kate shrugged, “If you want,” she didn’t care about such trivial details. It was time to get her fix.

He licked his lips nervously, considering. “No, better that one of us stays sober. I’ll be the trip-sitter, in case two points ends up being too much molly for you.”

“So you can make me drink water?”

“So I can drive you to the hospital.”

Wow. “Hey! Partyfoul! Can you drop the bad vibes now and just fucking kiss me already?”

She bent her elbows out, until her face hovered mere inches above his.

“Wait,” he stopped her with a hand on her collarbone, “why don’t we do this in your room, where there’s a working lock?”

“Oh.” Shit, that’s a good idea. He has such good ideas. “Yeah, alright. My mattress is way more comfortable anyway.” Kate swung her leg over Alkim’s face, and crawled to the edge of the bed, probably giving Alkim two eyefuls of her bare ass in the process. She got up and walked to her room, hand on the wall for stability, and because the texture felt interesting. She flopped down on her incredibly comfortable mattress, and in the process nearly slapped herself in the chin with her own breasts.

She winced from the pain, and began massaging her sore not-so-funbags. Only then did she realize he hadn’t followed her.

Wait, where’d he go?

Alkim entered a few moments later. He’d put on shorts, and was carrying in two metal water bottles. He shook them, and they rattled in his grip.

“Ice water, for the molly. Remember to drink constantly, and tell me when you get too hot.” He set one down on the nightstand, and set the other within reach, where the mattress met the wall.

Hell yeah. “Oh! I have a fan.” She pointed over to it, by her desk.

“Perfect.” He moved it over to the bedside and set it on high, with the rotation on.

The cool breeze was exactly what she needed, and she stretched her arms out to catch it.

“Do you want me to put on some music?” he asked.

“Oooo, fuck yeah!”

“Any preferences?”

“You decide. I trust you.” She really meant it. There was no one else on the planet she trusted more at that moment, and the ecstasy compelled her to tell him. “You’re a really good friend, Alkim.”

“You too, dude.”

He propped up his Bluetooth speaker on the nightstand, then put on some 2000s angst-rock. Her body immediately responded, shaking without coordination to the music.

“Fuck yeah! Who is this?”

“Paramore, felt like the right choice. Linkin Park can be a bit too sad for Molly, and My Chemical Romance seemed a little on-the-nose”

Somehow, this was precisely the vibe Kate wanted. Alkim was the only one who agreed with her about electric guitar being the perfect music to listen to on molly. So much better than EDM! She also appreciated that it was a woman singing. She sounds sexy. I should look her up later.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, uncapped the water bottle, and held it out for her to drink from.

She sat up, and did as he bade, enjoying the chilling sensation traveling down her surprisingly parched throat, and counteracting the increasing heat that had flushed over her skin.

He knows what I need before I ask. The perfect trip-sitter.

She handed him back the bottle, and let herself fall back onto the mattress. “I’m so glad we met, dude.” She grabbed his hand and squeezed hard.

He squeezed back. “Me too. You really saved my ass by letting me stay here. I can’t thank you enough for that, you and Vicky. My family cut me off, so I’d probably be homeless right now if you hadn’t done that.”

She waved that off with her free hand. “You would’ve figured something out. You’re really smart. Like, really, really, really smart.” She ground her back into the soft mattress, like a cat, enjoying the sensation of her fine-thread sheets on her skin. “I don’t tell you enough, but you’re one of the smartest people I’ve ever met, really. I still can’t believe you know all the things you know. Like, how you remember all that shit from school everyone forgets, all the names of… things, and how stuff works. All that… science. Like when we made that DMT!”

He grinned, always enjoying people praising his intelligence. “Thanks, but if I was really smart, I would have just bit the bullet and gone to med school.”

“Well I’m glad you didn’t, or we wouldn’t be housemates, or besties.” She squeezed his hand again.

He smiled back at her, warmly, and again squeezed back. “I feel the same way, dude. But seriously, letting me stay in the spare room, even when you barely knew who I was? I mean, I could have been crazy, or a ****, but you still gave me a key. That might be the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me, seriously.”

Maybe it was crazy to let him into her life so quickly, but it felt right then, and it felt right now. She’d never vibed so well with a man before, and that wasn’t something she was keen to ignore.

“You just had really, really good vibes. I knew you were a cool, smart-ass guy from day one. Plus, Vicky vouched for you, hard, and I believed her.”

Not for the first time, Kate found herself wishing she was bi, or that Alkim was a woman. There would have been no debate over getting involved if either were the case, but the second hypothetical was far more appealing to her imagination. If fem-Alkim was half as slutty as the real deal, they might have fucked that very first night. Definitely by the end of the weekend. A pretty, educated, muscular, half-Chinese girl, fresh out of university, with impeccable cooking skills, **** connections, who loved to party, and had nowhere else to stay? I’d have welcomed her into this bed for sure, no questions asked. Vicky’s young friend would have been on the fast track to live-in-girlfriend. Either they’d be together by now, or would’ve explosively broken up after a few weeks, but there would have been an attempt.

Only, Kate wasn’t bi, and Alkim wasn’t a woman, yet she was still about to welcome him into her bed anyway.

Kate noticed her teeth were grinding, and **** herself to stop.

That was another side-effect of the molly. When people took it at raves, they often chewed on something to occupy themselves. Some people stuck to chewing gum, while others wore night guards, or Invisalign. The weirdest ones sucked on infant pacifiers, but most people just kissed each other.

Meanwhile, the speaker blared on.

*♪♪“I'm in the business of misery, let's take it from the top
She's got a body like an hourglass, it's ticking like a clock
It's a matter of time before we all run out
When I thought he was mine, she caught him by the mouth”♪♪*

That was her reminder to get something else to occupy her mouth.

“Lay down with me.” She grabbed his arm and pulled him down until he was on his back beside her. Then, she straddled him, just above his waist, so there was no chance of touching his boner.

Moment of truth, just gotta make it as good for him as it will be for me.

Up until then, she’d told herself that it was just about her need for his unusual spit. But at this critical moment, she realized she wanted him to feel appreciated, to feel her gratitude, and to enjoy her presence.

She also really wanted to kiss someone already.

*♪♪“Well, there's a million other girls who do it just like you
Looking as innocent as possible to get to who
They want and what they like, it's easy if you do it right
Well, I refuse, I refuse, I refuse”♪♪*

Kate lowered herself onto Alkim, inch by inch, until, at last, their lips made contact.

Whatever compounds tied them together, she’d only ever taken minuscule quantities of them at any one time. A sip here, basic lip contact there. She knew that full-on open mouth kissing would entail a much more substantial dose, but even she couldn’t have predicted the full strength of the effect.

The feeling was of a thousand lunar new-year fireworks crackling throughout her nervous system. Instantly, all her worries vanished, replaced by an incredible double-euphoria. A deep moan escaped her, as the satisfaction of finally getting her reward spread throughout her body, and soaked into her brain—a brain that was already stewing under an excess of serotonin.

*♪♪“Whoa, I never meant to brag
But I got him where I want him now”♪♪*

Her hands gripped his temples, keeping his head secure as her tongue darted between his lips, like a hummingbird at a heroin feeder. Also like a hummingbird, her heart rate was climbing rapidly.

*♪♪“But God, does it feel so good
'Cause I got him where I want him now
And if you could, then you know you would
'Cause God, it just feels so
It just feels so good”♪♪*

She instinctively attacked his mouth with a passion and hunger that would have shocked her, had she spared a single thought to shame, optics, or the norms of male-female friendships. But every part of her brain was singularly focused on chasing that high, of quenching the thirst that had built within her for the past two days.

Longer, even. Everything since that first DMT trip had built up to this moment, and she intended to make it last.

Alkim also began to give in to the sensations, to his lust for Kate. Not long after her tongue invaded his mouth, he started reciprocating her affections. His unsure hands moved from her shoulders, brushing past her sensitive breasts, and settling on her narrow waist. At first he merely held on, fighting against the current, but soon enough he was squeezing her hips, and cupping her perky ass. His strong hands ran over her smooth body, mapping out her every curve, and he clutched her assets as greedily as she held his face.

Simultaneously, the motions of his tongue began to match hers in enthusiasm. The one-sided tongue action escalated. They were sucking face and swapping spit like horny teenagers, and during this chemically-induced french-kissing, his tongue shot into her mouth, further increasing her dosage.

Against her true nature, Kate’s pussy was growing wetter, and she began grinding her ever darkening panty-clad mound into his abs. In this state of euphoric hedonism, she welcomed any and all pleasurable sensations, and no longer fretted over the increasing heterosexuality of her actions. With none of her fellow lesbians around to witness her traitorous behavior, she felt free to do as she needed, and as she pleased.

Laying over his sweaty, hairy, masculine body should have been disgusting, but Kate didn’t care. The feel of his hands on her hips made her feel close to him. Coarse, black body hairs that should have scratched at her like steel wool ceased to be annoying. Even the touch of his sweaty skin was appreciated every time the fan blew over her. His scent quickly grew from a background aroma to one that almost saturated her sinuses, yet she found it comforting, even relaxing.

He actually smells kinda… nice?

After what felt like an hour (but turned out to be only fifteen minutes), Kate finally pulled away from Alkim’s face, panting. The heat of their embrace left the pair a lot sweatier than when they started.

She leaned back down to smell his bare chest, running her hands through the slick hairs. Even with the fan on full blast, his torso was like a furnace. She imagined him glowing white hot in the infrared, like that movie, “Predator,” he’d **** her to watch.

“How do you feel?” He asked, concern etched onto his face.

The moment his question registered in her mind, a powerful wave of heat crashed over her, and she felt it return in pulses, flashes of warmth. She wasn’t sure how much was the molly, and how much was from Alkim, but the hot flashes were rapidly eroding her ability to think.

“Feel hot,” she moaned, “really, really hot.”

Her tank top had grown uncomfortably sticky from their combined sweat.

“Fuck,” she panted, “it’s too hot in here!”

Immediately, Alkim held up the water bottle for her. “Drink.”

“In a second.” She waved him off. “Need to take this off.”

Kate sat up straight, back to straddling Alkim’s stomach. Quickly, and unceremoniously, she pulled off her tank top and threw it far away from the bed, and nowhere near her hamper. Her huge tits plapped against her chest, free at last, but still sore from Dana’s eager teething the previous night.

In her rush to get cooler, she hadn’t even considered Alkim’s reaction until she felt his shocked exhalation over her sensitive skin, and the brief sensation of falling as her seat dropped instantly when his diaphragm relaxed.

The spectacle, the weight, the power of the titty-drop had literally **** the air from his lungs.

Now, with only her pussy covered, she realized this was probably the most naked she’d ever been in his presence, and it was certainly the first time he’d seen her newly-expanded bust fully unleashed.

“Woooow…” was all he managed to say in response. His arms were frozen in place, still holding up the water bottle for her.

“Gimmie, gimmie.”

She grabbed the bottle and gulped down several mouthfuls of freezing water. Afterwards, she still felt uncomfortably warm, so she impulsively splashed some of the cold water onto her chest. It quickly trickled down between her huge tits, down her abs, and onto Alkim’s chest.

“Shit! Sorry, didn’t mean to get you wet.” She screwed the cap shut, and threw the bottle aside.

Alkim just laid there, transfixed by her unintentional display, and gave no sign that he noticed the icy water that dripped onto him.

“No complaints here.” He was no longer even attempting eye contact. “Wait,” he pointed at her boobs, “what happened to your nipple piercings?”

She rubbed at the tender skin of her areolas. “Had to take them out. Girl I was seeing last night must have bitten them too hard.”

Did I remember to put them in my purse, or did I leave them at Dana’s?

“Damn,” he murmured. For a moment, Alkim just stared up at her rack, committing the sight to memory, but he found his words quickly enough. “I see what you mean, though: it looks like she gave you a bunch of titty-hickeys. Tickeys?”

“Yeah, got to rein her in next time.”

He’s definitely gonna jerk it to this later.

He was not-so-subtly chewing on his bottom lip, like he was working up the nerve to say something. Then, he nutted-up enough to ask, “Feel free to slap me, but I have to ask… can I touch them?”

If this is the toll I must pay.

“Sure, go ahead.” She spread her arms out to her sides, granting him unrestricted access to her breasts.

“Seriously?”

“Just be gentle with them, like a massage. They’re still sore.”

“... Okay then…”

He reached out, tentatively at first, just a basic touch on the sides. Emboldened, he gave each a good squeeze. Then he started palming them from below, lifting them, testing their weight, playing with them like they were his first pair of boobs, unable to hide his obvious delight.

He let out a silent whistle. “Jesus, Kate. They’ve, ugh, really grown in, huh.”

“Mhm.”

“What size are they now?”

She shrugged, sending waves of jiggling titflesh crashing into his hands. “Last time I measured they were K-cups, but I’m not sure anymore.”

She saw Alkim silently mouth “Damn,” before he went back to feeling her up. “Are you still worried about them? I mean, do you still want to go back to your old size?”

She shrugged again, causing her left tit to slip from his grasp. “Dunno. I mean, they’re suuuuch a pain, dude, like, you have no idea. They’re so heavy, and sensitive now. Plus, I’ve gotta buy a bunch of new tops and bras now, and I don’t know if I’m going to keep growing or not.”

“Damn, sorry to hear that.”

Liar. I know you’re loving everything about this.

Not that she minded right then, she knew he was trying to be supportive, beyond just physically supporting her heavy tits in his hands. In fact, knowing that Alkim liked them this way got her thinking about the positive sides of having giant, natural tits.

“But at the same time, everyone else seems to like them. Like, a looooot. No one else at work came close to getting booked as much as me. Oh! Guess how much I made in one shift?”

“How much?”

“Guess.”

“Uh, five-hundred bucks?”

She shook her head, sending purple hairs out of place. “Fourteen-hundred dollars.”

“Holy shit!” She felt his surprise through the sudden clenching of his fingers.

“Right? Like, a month’s rent, in one night! And no taxes.”

“That’s fucking crazy, dude.”

“Yeah, a girl could get used to that kinda money.” She pushed the stray hairs back behind her ears. “Oh, and remember that goth chick I told you about?”

“Uhhh, yeah. Real quick, what was her name again?”

“Dana.” She grabbed her phone and pulled up Dana’s profile for him.

“Ohhhh, yeah I remember her now. You asked me if I thought she was hot, and I told you she looked like your type.”

Kate put the phone down, and closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation of Alkim’s increasingly sweaty palms massaging her sore breasts. After a bit, she found herself relaxing under the attention, while her molly-brain felt the need to occupy the silence.

“Actually, I think you’d like her. She seemed kind of straight-edged at first,” till I cured her of that, “but she’s actually pretty down, once you get her going.” His thumb rubbed at the edges of her areolas. “And she might be the only one more obsessed with big tits than you are.” Maybe even more than actual babies.

“I mean, can you really blame her? These,” he held them up together, reverently, as though presenting something truly precious, “are probably the most amazing tits she’s ever seen.”

Damn, he really loves them. “C’mon, stop exaggerating. They’re so saggy now, and veiny.”

“No way dude! They’re perfect, like, I could do this all day.” He squeezed again for emphasis.

“If they were perfect like this, then women wouldn't get breast reductions.”

Alkim frowned at the mere mention of a reduction. “Well, why don’t you ask Dana which she’d prefer: your perfect, veiny, natural boobs, or perky, spherical, fake bolt-ons?”

Just then, one of his thumbs pressed into her bruised skin, and Kate winced from the sudden, sharp pain. “Ouch! Watch it!”

“Sorry!” He pulled his hands back, apologetically.

“Just be careful," she hissed, "they’re still tender.”

“Damn, the perils of hooking up, I guess. Want me to kiss them and make it better?” He puckered his lips and chuckled.

Actually, with him, that might just work.

The coke she'd applied to her nipples yesterday had done nothing; it simply couldn't get through normal skin. Until now, she'd assumed the same was true of Alkim’s saliva, but she was willing to put that to the test. If sharing his water bottle at the gym could alleviate muscle pains, then perhaps letting him suck her tits would cure her of the pain and soreness caused by Dana.

And besides, she was already rolling tits, he might as well have some for himself.

“Okay,” she agreed.

Alkim’s eyes went wide. “Wha-really?”

She hefted up her right boob from underneath, so her nipple was pointing right at him.

“Go ahead. I trust you, and I know you want to.”

Alkim looked like he was about to spout off some cliche about not wanting to take advantage of her, again. But not this time.

“Well, if you're sure about this... I’ll be gentle.” he promised.

He leaned up at once, causing her to slide down his body into his lap. Before she could object to this position, his mouth was hovering over her right nipple, and he looked up to her, as if asking her final permission.

Kate granted it, “Just start with the bruises, then my nips.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. He grabbed her right tit from below, and started kissing her bruises. It started out a bit painful on her tender skin, but the little aches quickly faded away, replaced by a satisfying warmth. He moved her tits as needed, spreading apart her cleavage, searching for any remaining bruises, kissing them wetly, and quickly eliminated all her discomfort.

Once he’d gotten them all several times over, he stopped. “Is that better?” he asked.

Soooooo much better.

Kate forgot all about avoiding the hard dick pulsing against her wet panties, her focus was on the distinct lack of his mouth on her boobs.

“More!” Kate wailed, palming the back of Alkim’s head, and pulling him to her nipple.

Alkim latched on, sealing his lips over her areola, and got right to work. His hungry tongue flicked at her nipple, which hardened fully, and instantly. His cheeks hollowed deeply, pulling more of her tit into his mouth, before he released the pressure with a loud “pop,” and repeated the sequence. True to his word, he was very careful not to apply any pressure with his teeth, and Kate had to admit he was really, really good at this.

Compared to Dana’s rough titplay, Alkim proved much softer, and far more soothing. It was exactly the opposite of what she would have guessed from Dana’s mousy, nervous conversation, and Alkim’s strong, confident behavior.

But then again, Dana didn’t share Alkim’s gift for chemistry.

So unfair. Had to be a guy who gets power to make everything feel good! Why couldn’t it have been Vicky?

The relief wasn’t quite as immediate as it had been through mouth-to-mouth contact; it took longer for those sweet, sweet chemicals to be absorbed through the skin of her nipples and areolas, compared to the more permeable skin of her mouth and throat. But within a few minutes she could feel it seeping through, and as the titsucking went on, the sensation only grew stronger.

Kate hadn’t really thought this through. The make out session had already given her an enormous dose of him, more than she’d ever taken at once. Now, his mouth had been locked onto the same nipple for a good long suckle, and there was no telling how much more had entered her system.

She began to relax into him completely, and soon enough he was the one holding her upright. After several minutes of this, she sagged into him so much that the spillover titflesh blocked his nose, and he was **** to unlatch.

“Mmmmmm,” she hummed blissfully.

“Was that okay?”

“Yesss… thanks, it feels so much better now.”

“Really?” He was surprised.

“Yeah, no more pain,” she smiled her doped-up smile. “Can you try the other one now?”

Alkim grinned like an idiot, “No need to twist my arm.” He started to lean in, but stopped himself at the last moment. “Actually, how about we try a different position? Something more relaxed.” he suggested.

Whatever you say, dude.

“Okay, sounds good,” she agreed. At this point, Kate was beyond high, and she would have gone along with any of his ideas, even ones that weren’t guaranteed to involve copious amounts of pleasurable chemicals.

Good thing he didn’t ask for a titfuck, I might've said yes. A thought that would have horrified her two hours ago now came and went without fanfare.

Still holding her on his lap, Alkim scooted back to where her mattress met the wall. As he moved them, she felt his boner pressing against her ass, but made no objection. He propped up a couple of her pillows, and eased Kate backwards until she rested against the wall, with her back supported by the soft cushioning.

Then he got up, and aimed the fan directly at her. She relaxed even further under the welcome combination of cool air over her skin and Alkim’s reassuring scent in her face.

“Comfy? Fan’s not too much?” he asked.

“Mhm. It’s perfect.” This was a great idea. She wouldn’t have to do anything to hold this position, and the fan would keep her from overheating. Such a good trip sitter.

Alkim grabbed a pillow, placed it in Kate’s lap, and laid down on top of it. In this position, her nipples hovered right at the level of his face, perfect for effortless sucking. All he needed to do was open his mouth, scoot over a bit, let the weight of her tit **** the nipple between his lips, and latch on.

Then, he started suckling.

The relief came much faster this time around, which Kate was grateful for. The feeling of his tongue flicking against her turgid nipple was sublime, as were the deep humming vibrations he made that traveled throughout her body.

As gentle as he was with her sensitive teats, she could still see the hunger in his eyes. She was certain this had to be a recurring fantasy of his. The thought should have repulsed her, like finding out he’d been sniffing her panties. Except, she couldn’t see why that should be bad either.

So what if he wants to suckle some titties, or sniff some panties? Doesn’t everyone?

Instead of outrage, she felt happy; happy for Alkim, that he was getting what he wanted, what he deserved for all his help; and happy for herself, that she got to do a good deed, and got to show him how much she valued their friendship.

So, Kate laid back, allowing her body to sink into the soft bedding, and allowing Alkim to do as he pleased. She encouraged him to do even more with a hand on the back of his head

It all felt far too good to stop, anyway. It was so good that she hardly felt the heat and pressure within her rising without end.

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