Give Ava's girls some fresh air!

“Always,” I said.

Christine reached across my body toward her friend, and in one quick motion grabbed the hem of her top and yanked it down. She tucked the edge of the camisole under one of Ava’s massive boobs, which now rested completely exposed against her sleeping chest. The breast was pale and soft with a gorgeous nipple and a tasteful round areola. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, and my mouth hung open in surprise while my eyes widened in delight.

“Ha, that is funny,” I said, not knowing how else to reply. Christine was laughing now, seemingly unconcerned about drawing attention. I was nervous we’d get caught, though. Our neighbors were still all sleeping, but as I looked up the aisle, sure enough, a middle-aged guy was walking our way, heading to the bathroom. “Hey, someone’s coming,” I said. “You should cover her up.”

“Nah,” she said. “I think she looks great.”

“Chris, come on,” I said, enjoying Ava’s predicament but not actually wanting her to get in trouble.

“If you’re so concerned, you cover her up,” she said, wickedly. “I dare you.”

It was obvious that Christine was happy to leave Ava exposed to the stranger heading our way, so I acted fast. Gripping the camisole between my fingers, I slid the material up Ava’s left breast, dragging my hand across her soft flesh as I tried to restore her shirt. I did a hasty job, and she still looked pretty akimbo, but she was sleeping peacefully and the dude passed us without even looking our way.

Christine was clearly loving this situation. “Hey, I’ve got another dare for you,” she said. “Pull her tit back out until you hear that guy’s toilet flush.”

This was the moment of truth, and I took a second to consider. If I refused, like the gentleman I pretended I was, then Christine would call me a dweeb, put on her airpods, and I’d be reduced to reading The Return of the King for the third time. But if I took the bait, indulged my wicked side, who knew where this might lead? Ava was still sleeping deeply, and clearly it’d make Christine happy…

“Fuck it,” I said, returning my hands to Ava’s chest. My dick hardened in my shorts as I pulled Ava’s top down again, tucking the fabric neatly underneath the large breast just like before. I stared, openly, and I’m pretty sure Christine was enjoying the view as well.

“Dare you to do the other one,” she said, basically verbalizing my inner thoughts.

“A dare’s a dare,” I said, returning with perhaps a bit too much eagerness to Ava’s chest and pulling out her other breast. I didn’t even try not to grope her as I exposed her tits to the chilly air.

After what seemed like ages—during which my eyes feasted upon the otherworldly sight of Ava’s perfect pair—the ridiculously loud toilet flushed right behind our seats. I hastily repositioned Ava’s top and the dude exited the lavatory, walking by again without casting us a glance.

“Holy shit,” I said. And, throwing caution to the winds, I opened my magic box back up. “Here.” Without a word, Christine selected another small **** and downed it in one gulp. “You are wild,” I said.

“You have no idea,” she purred. I laughed, and she did too.

“So, that’s what being in a sorority is like, then?” I asked. “Everyone’s pulling out their tits all the time and playing Truth or Dare?”

“Yeah, pretty much,” she said.

“Sounds fun,” I said. “Wish I could join.”

“Oh well!” she teased. “You just have to fantasize about us each night before bed, I guess.”

“Now why would I do that?” I winked. (Yes, I literally winked at her!) I paused a moment and then ventured, “Well, how about at least the Truth or Dare part?”

“What do you mean?” Christine asked.