Roll: 10. You find her alone and ready

You headed downstairs and opened a side exit leading out to the student parking lot. Traffic had backed up the exit-ways and most cars were just sitting in the lanes waiting for the vehicle in front of them to move so that they can get out onto the road. Your car was parked at the other end of the lot, but even from this distance you could make out the unmistakable vision that was your girlfriend: Kara Van Buskirk (Submissive: +1 to all rolls against her).

Kara was a senior, like you, and you met her when you first came to high school almost three years ago. However, you didn't hook up until after your first year. It wasn't hard for anyone to be attracted to her, she was gorgeous!

She was the very definition of a blonde bombshell, with long golden locks that fell down past her shoulder blades, and bright blue eyes that glimmered in the sun. Kara had full luscious lips that felt incredible when they were wrapped around your dick. Your girlfriend didn't just have a pretty face though, she was stacked with long legs that didn't quit, and eventually formed into the most perfect heart-shaped ass that you had ever seen. Although that beautiful backside of hers was wrapped in a pink mini-skirt, her toned thighs were on display in a pair of white knee-high boots.

But in your opinion that wasn't even the best part of her body. Kara had a rack that seemed to be the size of volleyballs. The pair of perfect perky globes strained any top she tried to cover them with, and the poor white t-shirt she was wearing was no exception. The thin fabric looked to be barely holding together, and the deep v-neck wasn't helping any. In fact, the material looked to be one casual pull from ripping open and exposing her incredible tits for all to see.

While her attire would be considered too 'risque' for most people, it was almost summer time, and Kara had more than a little bit of an exhibitionist streak. She liked it when anyone checked out her body; in fact she almost got off on it. Kara was super-outgoing, and the life of any party. She was friendly with almost everybody, but could turn into a real bitch in half-a-heartbeat when something pissed her off. In a lot of ways she'd been great for you these past two years, but unfortunately the two of you had an off-again-on-again relationship. Mainly for one reason.

Kara was a HUGE fucking slut.

She had a tendency to sleep around. A lot. It generally only happened when she was drunk, or high, or sad, or angry, or lonely, or flattered, or bored and when it did you knew she felt super guilty about it. There were tell-tale signs when it had happened. She'd withdraw from your relationship, she'd find it hard to look you in the eye, and she'd start crying for no reason when you were together for more than thirty seconds.

Her guilt didn't make things any easier though. And when she would come clean you'd get really upset and say things that you didn't really mean. Well... you meant them at the time, but they were more spoken out of hurt than anything. The two of you would break up for months at a time before you inevitably were drawn back together.

If you were honest with yourself the hurt when she wasn't around was worse than the hurt of what she had a reputation to do.

Right now the two of you were on a good streak though. In fact, things were better than ever. You been back together almost four months and she'd been so incredibly devoted to you that entire time. Seriously, it was like she'd do anything you asked her to just to try and make things up to you.

But then again every time you two got back together it was like that.

Regardless, she was leaning her round ass against the trunk of your car, her arms crossed under her breasts pushing them up and as she saw you approach a wide smile spread across her face and she rushed over and leaped into your arms, pressing her body laterally up against yours. Her lips hungrily sought yours.

"Hey babe." She said, breaking the kiss, her eyes adoring.

Kara's smile was infectious, and you couldn't help but return it. "Hey yourself." You reply as you gently let her down so that her feet were on the pavement. Even with the three inch heel on her boots she wasn't tall enough to kiss you simply standing. But that generally happened when you were around six feet and on the best of days she was still more than half a foot shorter than you.

She hooked her arm through yours and entwined her fingers with yours while she rested her head against your arm as the two of you walked back to your car.

"I missed you. How was your day?" She asked.

You lean over and kiss the top of her head gently, "It was alright. Nothing really new. You?" Your eyes are drawn to the cleavage displayed by the low cut of her shirt. As they lightly bounced with each step the two of you took it became readily apparent that she wasn't wearing a bra.

But that was no surprise.

"...and now I've got t-WATCH OUT!" Kara exclaims as you were about to walk into the rear end of your car.

You stopped abruptly, no longer distracted by her deep cleavage, and felt your face flush with embarrassment. You glance over at Kara's face which was a mix of confusion, alertness, and amusement. Suddenly she blurts out, "What the hell was that!?" She couldn't keep the laughter out of her voice.

You shift your eyes back and forth for a moment, "I was... ah- a little distracted." You manage, your eyes eventually setting on her huge chest.

Her eyes follow yours and when she sees where you're looking a knowing smile crosses her wonderful lips. "Distracted huh?" She asks playfully as she squeezes her breasts together, teasing. "Whatever could you have been distracted by?"

"I think you know" You shake your head and chuckle, parting from her. You move over to the driver side of the car and open the door, sliding into the driver seat. Kara sits down in the passenger seat. "Your boobs almost made me dent my car."

Her reaction lets you know she was holding back her laughter. "Oh really." She barely squeaks out.

"Yeah. It's all your fault."

A light and amused scoff escapes her throat. "Well then, how could I fix your bruised ego?"