"I'm not sure"

“I’m not sure.”

“Me neither. What does that mean? Is that bad? Shouldn’t we know?”

I just shrugged, “Maybe. Or maybe we just need to spend some time alone together to find out. The two of us. Nobody else.”

Tenderly, I kissed her on the forehead.

“You make me happy,” she whispered.

“You make me happy, too.”

An hour later, she drifted off to sleep, her incredible nude bosom rising and falling atop my chest.

Oh man, I wanted us to be together. Wanted every day to see Elizabeth smile and know it was meant for me. But I didn’t want a repeat of what had happened with me and Stephanie a few weeks ago. I couldn’t bear the thought of Elizabeth hurting me like that. Or, even worse, of me hurting her.

I was supposed to be a smart kid: Near perfect SATs, rock star GPA, destined for greatness at University…

So why did I feel so goddamned stupid?

...

I awoke to the soft patter of raindrops against the cabin roof. Snuggling up against me was Elizabeth, her breathing peaceful and her bare breasts warm against my side. Though the bed sheet covered our bodies, it had drifted down just far enough to expose a hint of Elizabeth’s voluminous, silky smooth cleavage. The silver light of the morning diffused through our curtains and cast a soft glow across the bed. She looked radiant, like something out of a renaissance painting.

Much as I wanted to stay in that position forever, enjoying the presence of Elizabeth’s body, I had thrown down enough **** the previous night to necessitate a prompt trip to the bathroom. I untangled my legs from between hers and snuck out of bed as delicately as possible. She didn’t wake up, just made an adorable little mewing noise.

A minute later, as I gently slid back into bed with her, Elizabeth finally blinked awake. For a long, happy while she just smiled at me, until a sudden, unprovoked case of modesty colored her cheeks. Giggling nervously, she rolled out of bed, hiding her huge tits with nothing but her tiny hands. She had still not changed out of Rachel’s petite little silver satin panties, and the overwhelming majority of Elizabeth’s Botticelli hips and delectable ass cheeks were exposed in the morning light. She urged me to look away, but I patently refused.

She hurriedly threw on her Hello Kitty bathrobe and cinched the belt.

“So,” she whispered awkwardly, “I’m gonna—gonna—“

Her eyes locked onto my obvious erection standing up beneath the bed sheet.

“Gonna take a shower,” she finally finished, then she vanished into the bathroom and locked the door.

I took a deep breath, unable to retire the memories of the night before: everyone switching underwear, the game of spin the bottle that had resulted in us all licking each other, the thrill of watching Stephanie’s sexy nude body as she 69’d her boyfriend, and my own climax exploding across Elizabeth’s expansive bosom.

My fingers dropped lazily to my shaft, gently touching myself through the sheet as I replayed the events over and over again. By the time I heard the shower switch off, I was beginning to sweat with arousal.

Elizabeth stepped back into the room wearing her hair up in a towel. Her damp, naked body was covered with nothing but that same Hello Kitty Bathrobe. The hot water clinging to her skin turned to steam in the cold morning air. The look I gave her was unmistakable.

“Oh no you don’t,” she laughed, “I just got cleaned up, you need to put some pants on, Mister.”