Greg decides to keep Leslie as a girlfriend

The buzzing alarm woke Greg from a delightful dream about the world's softest pillows. As his blurry eyes cleared he realized that his head wasn't on any pillows, it was on Leslie's terrific breasts.

Leslie yawned and smiled at him as he turned off the annoying alarm. "Hey," she said.

"Hey back at you," said Greg.

Leslie gently pushed him off her and stretched. "That was fun last night. I usually don't hook up with someone on the spur the moment, especially not high school guys, but I enjoyed it."

Greg wasn't sure how to take that. "It's not like you're that much older than me. You and my sister have only been in college for a year."

"A year can be a lot," said Leslie. She leaned over and gave the younger boy a peck on the cheek. "So it's only this one time. But like I said, it was fun."

Greg sat on the edge of the bed and watched the college girl look around the room until she found her thin, blue panties. He enjoyed watching her slide them over her smooth legs, but then he got edgy when she picked up her bra. He couldn't stand the thought of those great, big breasts getting locked up and him never seeing them again. He thought about what had happened with her acting out his thoughts after he got the ring. He desperately thought, "You're super horny again and you want to be my girlfriend!"

Leslie inhaled sharply and dropped the bra. "Actually... never mind." She moved quickly to where Greg sat on the bed and leaned down to kiss him. Her tongue flew into his mouth. She kissed him wildly as she climbed onto the bed, kneeling over his lap.

The curvaceous girl straightened up, putting her breasts at almost level with his face. She pulled his head into her chest, then gasped as he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. He reached up and grasped both large breasts as he sucked.

"Gary?"

"Greg," mumbled Greg through a tit he'd dreamed of sucking on.

"Right. Greg, do you have a girlfriend? Because if you don't, I'd really like to see you again. Often!"

Greg couldn't believe how well this was going. He imagined her wagging her breasts back and forth to slap him in the face with them. She did it enthusiastically. His morning wood throbbed, demanding to be used.