Sink It Into Savannah’s

“Whose it gonna be?”

Imogen, practically bouncing on her feet, asks the million dollar question. Who indeed?

Michelle, to your left, gives you a harsh glare that sends a shiver down your spine. Nope, don’t want to fuck with that today, you think. You turn to Tatiana, on your right, and she… well, she’s giving you that same **** glare. It’s the one that she’s had on all evening, the one she’s used to scare off any guy that's stared too much, and you’re scared off, alright.

But across the table, Savannah, in all her graces, stands with her tousled sun-kissed hair tumbling down, her perfectly tanned tits hidden behind that neat white bra—oh Savannah, she’s smiling so sweetly at you… She knows that what you’re doing is out of her control now, and that makes it all the more important that you have her.

“I’m shooting for you, Savannah,” you say, tossing the ball up and down in your palm.

“And I’m rooting for you,” she replies, leaning forwards. It’s a move that squeezes her tits together and emphasises her cleavage for all to see, making you all the more determined to land the shot.

She flashes you a charming smile then, and it occurs to you that she might just be doing all this to disarm you….

“He’s not going to land it,” you hear Michelle say, and for a second, you’re tempted to pivot and try to uncover her tits instead, but Concentrate, Alex, and get this ball in Savannah’s fucking cup!

You line up the shot in your mind and let out a low breath. Everyone else has landed at least one ball in. It’s about time you did too. You’ve had plenty of time to watch and learn, to practice, remember how Tatiana flicks her wrist each time, wets the ball in the cup first? You play the shot over in your mind.

“You gonna shoot already?”

Anthony, boisterous as always. You ignore him. Everything around you, it’s all a distraction.

No thoughts. Clear mind. Nothing but the game.

You throw the ball.

It soars through the air. Savannah’s hands, flat on the table, clench as she sees its trajectory moments before you do.

The ball flies true. It sploshes into the cup, splattering beer across the table. A droplet or two makes it way onto Savannah’s bra, but that’s irrelevant now.

“Hey, would you look at that!” you exclaim in delight.

“Would you look at that indeed,” Matthew says, the guy going slack-jawed at the sight of his partner.

Savannah has taken off her white bra in one smooth motion, letting her tits drop down with a bounce that would make a castle envious. Her bra drops to the ground, fluttering away from her hand, and on full display for the world to see now are Savannah’s beautiful, bounteous tits.

Even as her face starts to grow a little red from the sudden influx of attention—guys all around have turned to stare—her twin mounds stand proud, the two nubs of her nipples like the pink peaks on two snowy mountains, the perfect capstone to a perfectly erotic whole.

“I must be in heaven,” you breathe, and the guys who’ve crowded in around her sound their agreement with cheers and wolf-whistles. Jesus Christ, they’ve practically surrounded her!

“You liking what you’re seeing, Alex?” Savannah says. Though there are plenty of guys trying to get her attention at this point, she only has eyes for you… and your crotch, which is now sporting a semi underneath those boxers. This is a trifle awkward.

“I think a little too much,” you say, and she laughs.

“Let’s get you a room, shall we?” she says.

It takes you a second to work out the implications of that, and then you’re eagerly bounding over to her side.

“Look at him go,” Matthew says, clapping you on the shoulder as you come around the beer pong table. Savannah’s just finished drinking that last cup of beer, and she gives you an excited hug, pressing her tits up against your chest, before she nods her head towards some other part of the sorority house.

“Remember to use protection!” Anthony hollers.

“That’s not what we’re up to!” Savannah calls back.

“Oh really, ‘cause that’s what it fucking looks like to me,” Anthony yells.

“I’m giving him thirty seconds, that’s all,” she laughs. “You can time it!”

“Bet,” he says.

You look at Savannah bewildered, feeling a tiny bit betrayed. Thirty seconds? What are you supposed to do with that?

It’s hard to keep a grudge against her when she’s the one flaunting her lovely tits in front of you, though. One moment, you’re making your way past more drunks than you can count in a tight corridor, and the next, Savannah’s shoving a door open and dragging you inside.

The room itself is fairly plain—two couches and a couple pillows. It looks like some sort of sitting room, but there’s no time to process that thought. You have thirty seconds, and Savannah ambushes you, pressing your back against the door, and she kisses you deeply. You can feel her nipples pressed against your chest, her mouth so hot and yet so soft, her tongue a graceful whip that enflames your passions. When she pulls away from the kiss, she grins.

“You like that?” she asks.

You let your hands do the talking as they roam up her slim sides. They trace her curves upwards, going in as they encircle her waist, and then back out again as they flow up to her bust. Your hands fly across Savannah’s breasts, and there is no doubt in your mind that this is what you want, what you’ve always wanted…

You bury your head between her tits, and then flurry it from side to side, motorboating her tits for all that they’re worth. You let out a low moan as you feel one of her hands brush against your package, and the sound serves as a fine substitute for the typical motorboating burble. It’s accompanied by the high tinkle of Savannah’s laugh, and in the next moment, you feel her press her tits together with her arms, so that your face is well and truly buried in that breast.

“You’re amazing, Savannah,” you say breathlessly.

“And you’re brilliant, Alex,” she replies, the shine in her eyes telling you that she means every bit of it. How could she say that? She hardly knows you! But then again, you hardly know her either, and there you were, leaving her just as big a compliment.

You go back to groping her tits with one hand, while the other of yours drops down and touches the bottom of her panties. It’s soaking wet, and your finger comes away moist. Her hand is back on your boxers, and she seems to be waiting for you to make the first move before the two of you can get each other off—

“TIME’S UP KIDS!”

It’s Anthony again, his voice booming from across the door, and you freeze for a second.

“Uh… we don’t have to stop, do we?” you plead, **** for release.

“I don’t think he’s going to stop,” Savannah says, another smile twitching across her lips.

“GET OUT! GET OUT! IT’S BEEN THIRTY SECONDS, AND WE HAVE A GAME TO FINISH!”

“He has a point, you know,” Savannah says. “We can’t just leave the rest of them dangling.”

“But that’s not fair—” you begin protesting.

Savannah silences you with a hush.

“Give me your hand,” she says, and you lay out yours for her, unsure of what this means. She strokes your palm, and then she brings her mouth to the finger that you used to finger her from the outside. She sucks on the finger for a second, looking up at you with wide eyes, and then with a soft pop, she lets the finger go.

“Mmm…” she mutters. “I taste good, but I wonder, do you taste better? I’ll be sure to find out next time.”

She flashes you another grin, just as Anthony hollers another: “WHAT’S TAKING YOU TWO SO LONG!”

Savannah puts her hand on the doorknob and twists it open.

The rest of the game proceeds quickly: with Savannah and Matthew out, Anthony manages to land the next shot on Tatiana. She strips off her bra too, to the general delight of all involved, and with her out of the game too, that makes it Imogen’s turn next. Your partner trips up at the last moment, firing a shot that bounces in and out of the cup in a move that sends her groaning, and then Michelle smugly finishes your team off.

With Anthony and Michelle crowned the champions of the game, the rest of the night passes quickly, mostly uneventfully—you wind up getting way drunk and dance away the hours at the party, occasionally seeing the other girls and high-fiving them or something or the other… You can’t quite remember, to be honest, but long story short, you end up stumbling home, alone.

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