Alice's house

I pulled up outside the address Alice had sent me just as the last light of day faded, the street quiet in the suburban dusk. My heart was hammering in my chest the whole drive. The boys thought I was heading straight home after the trip— I'd lied smoothly about catching a different ride and needing to sort some shit out. No one suspected a thing. My phone was full of her photos now, and I was fucking obsessed.

She was thick in the best way—curvy hips, a soft, plush ass that looked perfect to grab, and those big, heavy 18-year-old tits that strained against every top she wore in her snaps. One recent photo had her in just a tiny bralette, the fabric barely containing her full breasts, nipples hard and pressing through. Another showed her from behind in thong panties, bent over slightly, that thick ass begging for attention. I'd jerked off twice during the drive just thinking about burying my face in her and fucking those tits.

Me: "I'm out front, gorgeous. Come get me."

A minute later the side gate opened and there she was—Alice in the flesh. Even hotter than the pics. She wore tight black shorts that hugged her thick thighs and a loose tank top that did nothing to hide the massive swell of her breasts. Her dark hair was down, and she had that same mischievous smile. She glanced around quickly then waved me over.

"Hey... come this way," she whispered, her voice a little shy but excited. I followed her through the gate into the backyard. Instead of heading to the main house, she led me to a decent-sized caravan parked near the back fence. "I live out here in the caravan. Dad's cool with it—gives me privacy."

She opened the door and I stepped in after her. It was surprisingly cozy inside: a small kitchenette, a couch, and at the back a double bed taking up most of the space. String lights gave it a warm glow. The air felt charged the second the door clicked shut behind us. We were finally alone. The tension was thick, electric. I could see her chest rising and falling faster, those big tits moving with each breath. My cock was already swelling in my jeans.

"Um... you can come sit," she said, biting her lip. She climbed onto the bed and patted the spot next to her. I kicked off my shoes and joined her, lying back against the pillows. Our arms brushed and we both felt it—that spark. She grabbed her phone and put on a movie, some random comedy, but neither of us was really watching.

We started chatting softly—about the trip, her week, how crazy the sexting had been. Every laugh made her breasts jiggle. Every shift of her body brought her thicker curves closer. My hand rested near her thigh, inches from touching. I was rock hard and trying not to just grab her right there.

The movie played on, but the heat between us kept building. She turned her head to look at me, eyes dark with want.