Pick Tatiana

“I pick Tatiana,” you say, and the Russian beauty bursts out laughing, a hearty chortle that is surprisingly deep.

“Take that, you work-obsessed slut-fucker. All you ever wanted was to be the best. And oh, you might have gotten there through your work, but you’ll never match me in looks. Oh no, never above me in looks,” Tatiana says, leaning onto Imogen for support as she descends into another fit of laughter. Imogen glares at you.

“This is just marvellous, you’ve made my day Alex. And I think that means that you should be rewarded,” Tatiana says, drawing closer to you. “How would you like to get a look at these?” she continues, gesturing towards her breasts.

Before you can finish nodding, she places one hand on your shoulder. With the other, she undoes the strap on her dress, letting the top fall down to the side. She’s not wearing anything underneath it.

Your breath hitches as you get a look at her large, firm tits. Her areola are a beautiful shade of pink, and her nipples look like they’re visibly stiffening under your attention. This is a sight that you could savour for days, those firm mounds just screaming for your attention. You begin to reach out with a hand to caress her tit, but she slaps your arm out of the way.

“Only watching, or did you mishear?” Tatiana says, a playful look on her face. She does shake her chest though, sending her tits jiggling in a delightful manner that almost makes you reach out again. Savannah, still curled up next to you, lets out a contented purr at the sight.

“That’s enough, don’t you think,” Imogen says grumpily. Tatiana laughs at her, and begins doing up her dress, hiding her beautiful breasts away from you all too soon.

“Let’s head over to the party now, shall we?” Tatiana says, to rousing consensus from the girls in the room.

Downstairs, the party is alive and thumping, the crowd a tide that rises and falls with the hard EDM bassline. Tatiana’s on your arm, bobbing her head along to it, while the rest of the girls sashay on ahead, ready to join the thick of the party.

“I bet you want to cop a feel of these,” Tatiana says beneath her breath, squashing her tits against your side.

With the noise of the party around you all, you nearly miss her words. You nod dumbly, wondering if this is an invitation to feel her up.

“Not tonight, mister,” she laughs, spying your horny expression. “A girl’s got a reputation she must uphold.”

“We could go somewhere else, someplace less… crowded,” you venture, but she shakes her head.

“People would talk,” she says. She nods at two girls grinding on a group of guys by the side, their asses shaking in time to the beat; they acknowledge her with drunken waves and catcalls, which the guys are all too happy to join in on.

“Then what are we here for?” you ask.

“To dance the night away,” she answers, taking your hand.

With a sudden motion, she pulls you into the thick of the dance floor. You’re surrounded by warm bodies, hands up in the air, feet bouncing against the ground, four on the floor and pure air in between. Tatiana, pressed against you by the crowd, thrusts her chest into yours, and you pick up the beat, grooving, dancing, letting the music and the atmosphere take you away.

Tatiana’s words prove to be prescient. The two of you dance through the hours, finally staggering out of the sorority house drunk and exhausted in the wee hours of the morning, and you end the night with a sloppy hug goodbye as you stumble back to your room, alone.

Tatiana +20
Imogen -30