Take the hint, and keep up the foreplay!

The girl's hands are firm on your head, squeezing you into her boobs--clearly, she doesn't want you to stop, so why argue? You get right back to sucking and licking. Hey, you’re a guy, this is what you were made for. Your cock agrees, going completely rigid in your pants. Without lifting your head from her chest, you shift around so you’re grinding your shaft into her leg, and she cooperates by rubbing you. Her moans are getting louder and louder, and she’s crushing you tighter and tighter into her tits.

It suddenly dawns on you that it’s been kind of a while since the last time you remembered to breathe, and with your face smooshed into her soft, full boobs, you can’t breathe right now either. You start scrambling to free yourself, but she has you in some kind of **** grip! The best you manage is to get a hand on her right breast and massage it through her top, which only makes her less willing to let you go.

You’re feeling light-headed, but you’re not sure if it’s because you’re suffocating or because you’re lying on top of an unknown woman, with one of her boobs in your mouth and the other in your left hand. You start to panic, but then remember that every guy you know would give his left testicle to be in your shoes right now, so you just relax and keep tonguing one breast while rubbing the other, enjoying the feel of her writhing body and the sound of her moans until you black out.

.................

“Is it morning already?” you wonder, “and why is my bed so hard? It’s harder than I got after that time I found my Dad’s Playboy stash.”

Your memory comes back in a rush, and you sit up on a very quiet street corner. There’s no sign of your anonymous partner, but a glance at your watch shows that you’ve only been passed out for a few minutes. You can still make it to school more or less on time.

Who was she, this mystery woman? You take a second to remember the feel of her large, soft breasts in your mouth and in your hands. You’ll never forget the way her body rubbed against your erection (already returning in a hurry), or the sound of her frantic moans. God, she must have been hard up if she moaned like that from a little nipple sucking.

That’s it! The moaning! The more you think about it, the more convinced you become: those moans sounded familiar. You can’t exactly place her voice, but now you’re sure. This wasn’t some random chick whose tits you were playing with, it was someone you know. You have a sudden spurt of hope. Maybe you’ll see her again, and she’ll want to keep going! As far as you know, she didn’t actually orgasm from this, so maybe she’s still horny!

And then another detail returns to you. The low cut top which so conveniently gave you access to her boobs was definitely pink. Maybe that’s how you can recognize her? If she’s a girl you know from school, all you need to do is look around for a girl with big tits wearing a low cut pink top.

Oh shit, school! The overnight trip! You completely forgot. You’d better get to school before you miss the bus for the trip! You grab your pack and are about to hurry in the direction of school, when a little voice in your head reminds you that you were only passed out for a minute or two, and your mystery vixen can’t have gotten far. You can afford to be a little late to school and track her down. Assuming you can still run with the giant erection you can’t seem to get rid of, of course.