Hug me, Chloe

“Okay,” you say, awkwardly leaning sideways against this impossibly confident idol of youth and fertility, wrapping your arms around Chloe’s shoulders, feeling her tits press against your ribs. Your head goes over her shoulder and you can smell her incredible scent in her yellow hair. It’s turning you on even more, and you can feel her body heat radiating into you from her tits as you awkwardly hold on, not sure if you want to pull her in closer or push her away and retreat to a safe place.

“Relax,” she says, feeling how tense you are. You try to calm down, but your leg’s cramping up from you holding it up in front of your crotch. You groan and straighten it out, putting your cock on full display. “I’m glad I’m turning you on,” Chloe says, not letting go of you. She’s looking over your shoulder, she can see everything, your cock and balls just sitting in your lap. “I like feeling wanted. Don’t you?”

“I… guess I do. I don’t know.” Chloe leans back, face-to-face with you.

“I like skinny guys with abs like you. Your legs look strong,” she looks you up and down, “you’ve got a cute face, and a nice-looking cock, too. I bet it feels great,” Chloe says, grabbing hold of your cock. You groan as you cum weakly the instant her soft hand touches you. “Oh!” she exclaims, moving her other hand to catch your cum. After a few spurts your weak orgasm fades away, and Chloe is left with your cum all over her hands. You’ve never been so ashamed in your life.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” You say, staring at the cum dripping down Chloe’s hands as she holds them in front of herself. You are at a loss for words as she hurriedly licks your cum off of her wrist, like a melting ice cream cone she doesn’t want to waste. As she moves on to cleaning her hand with her tongue, she rubs the cum-covered fingers of her other hand on her pussy, pressing your cum inside herself.

“Ah, you’re still getting used to that RAD, right?” She asked, still fingering herself. “Girls cum from everything too at first, before they’ve had the sensitivity fucked out of them. You’re going to have fun with your bunk-mates.” Chloe grabs one of her own tits as she fucks herself, smiling at you as she plays with her big brown nipple. “What do you like about me?,” She asks, as though she were just asking your favorite color, “Is it my tits? My face? My cunt? My favorite guy here, he says I have perfect tits. They’re real, you know.”

“Y-yes, you’re beautiful,” you say, watching in fascination as Chloe plays with herself.

“Come on, be specific,” she says with a playful grin.