Deep Studies

'I thought we were over this subject, newbie.'

Jessa very few times faced me eye-to-eye, preferring instead to look at me with a side gaze, always proud, barely containing her smirk of superiority —which may have served to compensate for her, let's say, 'inferior stature' before my own.

When I faced her again, however, I was no longer the impressionable little girl she once saw me as:

'But I'm not over it yet, Jess.'

''Jess'? Who gave you the right to speak to me like this?'

'Oh, I can call you like that, can't I? If you let me, then I let you call me Tatty!'

'You're 'newbie', that's what you are.' And she sniffed arrogantly at me. 'And I don't need your permission to call you whatever I want. Go away, go, you little devil. Stop tempting me with such forbidden desires.'

But her smile left it clear that…

'You want to be tempted by them, I know.'

'Stop it.'

'What happened?' I looked her intimately. 'The King broke your heart?'

Jessa stared intensely into the void, her fantastic cleavage rising and falling graciously, betraying the sad breathing of her being.

'Why do you disturb me so? Certainly you will find many others very eager to talk about this damned male, if that's what you really want.'

'Yes, maybe I will, but I feel none of them is as... qualified... as you are.'

Jessa looked to one side, to her left arm, and I myself was shocked by what her gesture revealed.

'Are you this thirsty, sweetie?'

Only then did I wake up from a trance and saw that I was brushing her arm very gently with one fingernail.

I didn't cower after being caught on the **** act, however, for there was no malice in that simple and delicate gesture.

Yet.

'Yes, I am. Quite a lot, actually.'

'Then it's because of your own choice, you know that.'

'It's due to high standards, Jessy. I don't wanna get used to small fries.' And by 'fries', of course, I mean a d…

'Welcome to life, dear: weak pussy boys and timid males are almost all that await us.'

'It doesn't need to be like that.'

'Doesn't need to, and it shouldn't be like that, but it is, and the sooner we accept it the sooner we learn to…'

'Come on, I know you don't believe this bull crap.'

She lowered her body towards the table where she was studying, meditating sweetly while her bust expanded and contracted heavily. A few strands of her blond hair fell over her breasts, like cherries on top of the sweetest cake!

'Yeah, I know. But how else can we keep ourselves grounded in reality, friend?'

'By satiating our desires. Fighting for more, ever and ever, without rest or giving up.' And I, all giggly, struck a Superman pose midflight. 'To infinity and beyond!'

'Ha, ha! Okay!'

'Have I told you about my best?'

'Your best wha...?' She soon realized and looked scared at me, with one side of her lower lip weighting lower and lower, opening up her beautiful mouth in that delicious pose I had christened 'the Angelina'. 'No, newbie, you haven't —and I don't wanna hear it.'

But I opened my mouth and spoke it anyway:

'He was a bad boy with a rock star vibe…'

'I'm not in the mood for that.' She said, while also remaining still and not even trying to cover her ears.'

'Tall and trim, with a hair only less rebel that his whole, you know, 'tough guy' persona, that sweet, gorgeous adventurous scoundrel!'

'Newbie, newbie! Haven't I said I'm not in the mood for...?'

And she heard how he daringly invited me to the hills, how he slowed touched me and 'heated me up' until I was begging for his lips, how he expertly removed my shirt, bra, panties and all kinds of cloth right after I had gushed with pleasure on his proficient fingers, and how skillfully he took me, like his lioness in heat, over those very hills, beneath the full moon light, making me scream and come for all the farmers to hear!

When I was done, my friend was clearly aroused, crossing her legs only less intensely than her cheeks were getting flustered and her aureole, near the tips of her generous cleavage, were getting reddish (ah-ha! I knew it!).

She looked grateful for the images I had conjured up on her mind.

'Nice story. Must have been quite a night.'

'The best, honey. The best!'

'Well, my best was...' And she hesitated only once before finally giving in: 'my best fuck was with him, of course.'

'The King.'

'Yeah. Who else!'

'Oh, yeah. The infamous King of the Threesome!'

'What a silly nickname.'

'You look so hurt. He doesn't have the vibe of a man who treats his ladies well.'

'No, it's not that, no!' And, in that instant, I was shocked by how readily she jumped on the opportunity to defend her man, much like a lioness protecting her cubs. 'He's great! He's a prince, he's a…'

'King.'

'Exactly! Nothing less.'

She swayed the pages of her notebooks in front of her bust so as to refresh herself.

'Then why all this grief?'

'Oh, you know. You and 'Johnny', for instance: didn't you get mad when he finally left you?'

I shook my head side to side, all so naive.

'No. It was an incredible night, but…'

'Let me guess: it was your only night, am I right?' Still even more naive, I shook my head now up and down. 'I see. You didn't have time to get attached.'

My ears spiked, overflowing with curiosity.

'But you did, right? You and the King?'

And she then answered me in a way that made me finally understand why so many girls looked at her with a mix of absolute respect and endless hatred:

'I was his 'favorite'. He never put it like this, obviously, but it was clear to everybody that I... well...' She crossed her arms. 'No other woman slept those many times with him. That I'm certain of!'

'Oh…'

'We've met right on my freshman year.…'

'Uh-uh.'

'Actually, he met me. He walked towards me and... frankly, I don't remember exactly what he said, but I know it didn't need to be much. His 'fame', which was already enormous, practically did all the job before he even opened... his gorgeous lips!'

'You two... how long did you both...?'

'Doesn't matter. All that matter is that he dumped me. After promising me worlds, he dropped me on the garbage bin, and afterwards I was **** to get all the pieces of my heart together again, all while hearing about his other extraordinary 'exploits'; about his night with those three bitches and what else!'

I leaned closer to her.

'So it was before that episode, right?'

'Our romance? Yes. I even think that night with the Three Whores was the reason he finally 'broke up' with me —if there even was something there to be 'broken up', you know?' She laid down her hands on her waist, making her enormous firm breasts bounce and wiggle, and then she embraced her own lap to process all the pain she felt within. 'He promised that I'd meet his family. He said... oh…'

It wasn't arousal which consumed her anymore; it was misery.

I put one hand over her shoulder, feeling her perfect skin, and looked at her deeply, trying to take a bit of that pain no other woman could know.

'It's alright. You know what? Let's forget this son of a bitch!'

'Huh?'

I gave her a beautiful smile.

'You were right: let's not waste any more of our time with this heartless scoundrel. It was rude of me to keep bringing this subject up, to be honest. Let's talk about other stud... I mean, other stuff, if that helps you forget the damage that son of a gun has caused on you.'

'I'm gonna have a study session on my dorm, if you're interested.'

I got lost, all breathless, due to how much effort it took me to understand that sudden sentence.

'Huh?'

She rolled her eyes, certainly thinking something like: «oh, you silly little country girl!»

'Me and my roommate get together to study on Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays on our dorm. I'd like you to come by and, I don't know, we can figure out something more fun to do. Something different, at least. Less lonely, if you get what I'm saying.'

I pondered for a while, really attentive to the academic pressures that my growing curriculum exerted over my schedule.

'I don't think our subjects align that much.'

'Yes, they do, because —if I'm not mistaken— we're on the second quarter and your subjects probably are…'

Very ably she described how our schedules met on many subjects, to the point that I finally consented, much happier than I should be feeling for such a trivial topic:

'Alright. You want me to show up, then?'

'Of course. It's gonna be fun. Break the mold a little.' And she winked. 'Besides, my roommate has been getting more... stuck-up, you know... with the passing of the days. A lot of heartbreaks too, not to mention the stress of studies.'

'Oh.'

'When we're done, we can relax and... chat a little more about these things, okay?' Her eyes, much like the rest of her face, dove into a delicious sea of roses. 'These things that shouldn't be talked about in the open.'

I agreed, silently. We talked a little bit more about some other things, I don't remember what, and eventually parted ways. I left out all jolly and delighted, without processing too well those weird emotions that gave my belly butterflies.

«Silly little country girl!» And I stared into the starry sky, without the yearning to touch myself or caress my private parts that night, so much wrapped around on the expectations of what I would study and discover on the study session Jessa had arranged.

* * * * *

I was awestruck as soon as I got to her condo, where I was faced by a vast, modern-looking apartment complex, all shining under deep, elegant blue lights, and was later greeted by employees who looked like concierges from Upper East Side apartments instead of workers from an American college suburb.

'Where would you like to go?'

'Room 4S, please. It's Jessa's.'

As soon as I got out of the lift, I saw my friend on the other side, dressed on an incredible pink-ish pajamas, coming to greet me with a very tight hug, oh God!

'It's so nice of you to come, honey!'

'Of course I came.' And I gave her cheek a little smooch, taking the opportunity to smell, of course, her scent while her dense, hard breasts drilled on my abdomen, right above my bellybutton. 'What's up? You look more lively today.'

'Good things have been going on! Come, come, come on in now!'

I quickly followed her, mourning the break up from her hug.

Oh, I don't even know how she'd managed to hug me properly with those two bloated, curvy mountains she so miraculously supported on her thin, hot figure.

'Come, come, come on in.'

Seeing her hoping in front on me, I could finally have a clear view of how she looked from behind.

«Oh, my bloody heavens!» I gasped, acting like a douchebag.

Her pajamas were long and quite light, leaving little to imagination when they fluttered during her more energetic movements and revealed, to my delight, the absolutely maddening outlines of her phenomenal ass!

«This little slut! What the hell is this spoiled little princess eating, huh??»

Oh, there's no diet for that kind of beauty: only good genes. Some f#cking great blood, that precious little tramp had!

«Oh, well!»

Once inside her room, I didn't pay much attention to what she was saying nor did I mind the questions she was making, as I was too taken aback by the immense comfort and luxury of her space.

'Life is going well for you, isn't it, sister?'

'Oh, yeah, I guess.' She too looked around, trying not to flaunt her wealth in that falsely modest way only very rich people could act: 'But it's nothing too fancy, no. You can see it's quite a small and homely place.'

'Small and homely are my panties! This room is fantastic!'

'Oh, gee, I...' She giggled. 'Okay, I guess, ha, ha! So, where do you live?' And the chit-chat went by until she eventually caved in: 'Oh, it's true, I'm really fortunate for having such a great place, but you have to admit it's quite small.'

'It's perfect, that's what it is. How many people live here?'

'Just me and my roommate.'

'Get outta here!'

'Hey, wait a sec. Let me call her!'

But the third voice immediately presented itself:

'No need to call, Jess. I'm here!'

'Mmm, 'Jess!'' I looked at her provokingly, and when I turned around to see who was speaking, I saw her colleague coming at us with a bunch of books.

«Well, well, well», I remember saying to myself, a bit ashamed for not being able to pay attention in nothing else but... you know... how blessed both my partners were.

«Did I get into some parallel dimension where everyone looks like models or what?» I smirked. «Or is it the lack of men that's leaving me up this horny??»

Studies surely wouldn't be my focus that night.

Don't take me wrong: it's not as if Jessa's roommate was another goddess or something. Actually, compared to all the women I had know or heard of up until that point —Jessa, Allison, Amber, Malaya...—, that roommate of hers was pleasantly 'ordinary'.

Ordinary, yes, but still so much beyond your average lady! She was a medium-sized brunette —5.25 to 5.4ft— with a perfectly enviable body; sun-burnt white skin, thin and toned, a waist a little bit thicker and shoulders a little bit wider than Jessa's, and strong legs of someone who liked to surf or hitchhike.

As soon as she saw me, however, her antipathy was apparent. Poor little thing! I could understand her woes! With already a tall supermodel like Jessa sharing her space, my own presence there must surely have made her fell even tinier!

'You must be Tara, right?'

'Uh-uh.' I shook her hands, which were so cold!

'I see. So, you're still after that hunk or did you come here to study, huh?'

Both laughing and fuming, Jessa put herself between us and barked:

'Anyone who mentions that bastard leaves! Actually: I'll simply go to my room and sleep, understood?'

'Alright, Jessy-Jess.' Her roommate gave her a friendly tap on her ass. 'I'm also not much into boys tonight.' And rolled her eyes in displeasure. 'I've already got my mind full with that last one piece of garbage...!'

The two following hours were a very productive session of studies and crossed examinations of my curriculum and those of the girls, and that was certainly much more important for my future than any other discussion had or decision made on that night.

Uh-uh, uh-uh, yeah. So much more important! That's why I'm gonna skip all of this crap and jump straight to the end of the session, when we were drinking our little bottles of juice and gas water while our heads still hurt after so many complex exercises and mental gymnastics.

Jessa's roommate got up and announced:

'I'm going to bed, folks. Need to get up early to Milgrom's.'

'Nighty-night, love!'

She and Jessa exchanged kisses on their cheeks. Before leaving, her roommate looked at me for a few seconds while standing still, almost as if pondering if she should say or do anything.

'See ya, freshman. Keep your focus on the studies and on what's important, okay?'

'Of course.'

She came closer. I took her hand and gave it a friendly squeeze, but I didn't properly calculated my strength, which made her take back her arm with a little squeal:

'Ouch! Why did you do this?'

'Oh my gosh, sorry! I didn't mean for it to be strong!'

She looked at me from head to toe, focusing finally on my super thick legs beneath my short jeans, and waved goodbye with a thin layer of indifference over the intense jealousy of her look:

'Be careful, okay? You're a pretty big girl, you know that?'

'Sorry!'

And she left with no more words.

'She's jealous.'

I feigned cluelessness.

'How? Why?'

'She does sports for quite a while now and wants to get more mass. To get bigger, you know, but all the classes and other commitments have taken such a toil on her that she's rarely got time to focus on exercises as much as she'd like.'

'Mmm. Right.' I lowered my face to cover up my smile. 'And you think she got a bit... intimidated?'

'Envious, for sure. Eating herself up out of jealousy! She works so hard, you know, and makes so many sacrifices, and then she meets an athlete such as you, a girl who doesn't even work that hard and still looks like you came straight from the Olympics.'

'Oh, please!'

'Drop the modesty.' And she smiled wider. 'You know exactly how good you look.'

I nodded.

'Okay. I kinda noticed a cold-shoulder on her when I arrived.'

'Give her a break. She also got dumped by her boyfriend a few days ago, so she's still a little shaken.'

'No shit! How sad.'

'The guy actually dropped her for a taller, more fitness-looking gal, which is quite... well, you can understand why she's a little bit queasy with big girls like yourself.'

'Oh, that's silly!'

'You know very well it's not. Next to you, our competition drive kicks in full-gear, and so do our sorrows.'

'I'm not that attractive!'

And she gave me that 'oh, please!' look.

'You know you are. Why else would you choose this outfit, huh? So revealing and provocative!'

And she gave my legs a little kick, making me laugh.

'It's not provocative!'

'On a average body, yeah, it wouldn't be, but on yours...! Look, I don't wanna be indiscrete, dear, but on your body, your clothes almost looks like a beach outfit. As is: there is little left for imagination!'

'Jesus!'

'You look like one of those Brazilian super-fit, super-thick girls we see on Carnival!'

'Please, stop!'

I laughed, but it was true. Oh, who was I to say otherwise? I don't know if I'd done it intentionally, but at the very least I had indeed chosen that attire with a subconscious desire to show off: the short jeans went down to just the upper half of my thighs, fitting so tightly into my waist that it made the muscles of my butt look like they were flexed all the time, giving me the appearance of someone who's carrying two big sacks of cement on the butt.

«But such a beautiful, undeniably wonderful butt!» I confessed, filled with pride, for it was the pure and simple truth: the kind of ass that, on women like me, worked like a big afro hair on black women: everyone who saw it wanted to touch it!

'So, newbie... you wanna leave or want to stay a while longer?'

'I wanna stay.'

'Okay, but you can't talk about... him.'

I smiled.

'Of course I'm going to talk about him.'

I gave her a naughty smile, from one corner of my lips, and this time she didn't feign any discomfort; on the contrary: she smiled back, humorously, and got up from the sofa with her body turned to the kitchen.

'You drink? We've got good wine.'

I was more used to beers, whiskey and vodka, being the good tomboy that I was, but I wasn't going to refuse the more tender and subtle experience that a glass of wine could bring.

'Hey, of course. Tasty!'

'White or red?'

That night I was more into white things.

'White'.

'All good. Wait a sec.'

Alone with my thoughts, I asked myself what I was doing and why I did such things. «I never had this kind of... curiosity.»

But what kind of curiosity, really?

Jessa came back with a bottle and two glasses on her hands, which she filled up by leaning over the table in front of our sofa, giving me another good chance to stare at her big wonderful…

'What are you looking at?'

She caught me! Deer in headlights, was the look I gave her.

'Sorry.'

'For what? Tell me.' And she giggled provokingly, that rascal. 'Were you staring at my boobs?'

Oh, my, my, my!

'Yes.'

'It's okay. A bunch of people stare. Men and women alike.' And, leaning back, she arched her body backwards and grabbed her boobs from below, making them jiggle a little. 'I didn't seduce the King with my personality alone.'

I pressed my legs against each other even tighter, feeling a bit of fire rise from the top of my c…

'You're really beautiful. Sorry, but I had to get that out of my chest.'

'You too, sweetie. You're a diva. Got such a nice body.'

'Yeah'.

'And your boobs aren't much behind mine.'

'Mine are too thick. I think they're brutish.'

'I think they're awesome! They fit perfectly on you, like mine fit so well on me.'

What was she thinking? Soon enough, we would be comparing each other's sizes!

'Want to keep studying?'

'Oh, no!' It was eleven o'clock, and she readily grabbed the TV's remote and logged onto her Netflix account. 'It seems they released the latest season of 'Love'. Wanna check it out?'

''Love'. Is it good?'

'Oh, it's so cute. You know those old comedies from Seth Rogen, from the time they were actually funny? Like, 'Knocked Up' and such.'

'I love 'Knocked Up'!'

'So, it looks like 'Love' is directed by the same person... or has got the same producer, I don't recall well. Anyway, it's a very sweet rom com, really cool, actually.' She winked at me. 'So cute and charming.'

'Alright, then.' I smiled. 'Put it in.'

'You wanna watch from episode one, maybe?'

'You decide.'

'Okay.'

To be honest, it really was a cool show. Too bad my eyes that night weren't at all focused on the romantic misadventures of Mickey, Gus and their little dorky friends.

I turned to Jessa and tried my hand at the risky question:

'Hey…'

She turned to me so quickly it seemed she was already waiting for my voice.

'If it's about that guy, I'll get out.'

But I was already too overflowing with confidence to believe her bluffs. I simply smiled, staring at her unblinkingly, and replied:

'No, you won't.'

She laughed without a sound and lowered her shoulders even further, feeling herself more and more smiley and lighthearted as she turned the glasses of wine on her lips.

'Alright. Ask it, you sassy country girl.'

'Do you still have any contact with him?'

Her eyes wandered through the room before she finally accepted reality:

'I don't think anybody does. He's a man of many women, but also... of no woman in particular.'

'What does he do, exactly?'

'Business.'

'Yeah, but what kind of business?'

She shrugged.

'If I had this kind of information, I'd have used it to 'profit' a little bit.'

'All that time you spent together...?'

'No.' She answered before I even finished. 'He didn't say a thing. He's quite modest, you know.' That time, I noticed her **** difficulty in keeping her own legs closed. 'Mysterious.'

'Oh.'

'You're really going after him, aren't you?'

'There's no way I cannot go.'

'Are you adventurous?'

'Not really. Just curious.'

'Ha. This curiosity is going to screw you up, I tell you. Trust me, sweetie: he... he is the best man you're ever going to know, yes, but... the emptiness...' She lifted her left hand up to her breast. 'I was almost driven mad the whole month after he dumped me.'

I was swallowing up dryly without being able to stop.

'Which only leaves me even more curious.'

'Well, I don't have a reason to care. And I don't have a way to help you, either. As I said, I don't know where he is, nor when he comes back or if he'll ever come back again.' She took sip from the glass, filled with resentment. 'If I had any idea, you bet I'd be going after him, just so I could harass that man, get a little bit of...' She licked her lips. 'Satisfaction!'

'So you're still into him.'

'Oh, silly, how could I not be?' Her legs opened up; they needed space to let out the steam. 'It's... inhuman... the things he did to me.'

The best thing of her clothes is that I could see the arousal run throughout her entire body: the pleasure jolts bursting from her waist and spreading all the way up to the back of her neck, whose tiny hairs were as hardened as her nipples and her whole breasts, so proudly pointing upwards, piercing the sky as their owner gasped for air.

I licked my lips and locked a feral look on her. I spread my legs open, making a coarse noise on the sofa, and gave them too a little bit of space so that the fire on my waist didn't eat me up so fast.

On that moment, I cared only to not get any more aroused than she was; to let one of us remain conscious and rational, so that the conversation didn't lose its way in the middle of foolish and senseless moans.

'Tell me.'

'Tell you what, newbie?'

'How's he? Not his appearance.' I pulled myself to her until I was one feet away from her legs, so close in fact that she raised up her guard against me. 'I want to know how he is in the sack. I'm dying to know. Almost literally.'

For the first time that night, she looked less entertained and more hurt, to the point of almost kicking me out:

'I think we shouldn't be talking about this.'

But I soldiered on, betting all-in. I took the wine bottle from the table and lowered its mouth on my partner's glass, which was already so close to the hardened nipples of her lust-filled breasts.

'I think we should, yes.' I poured the **** right on the glass. 'Please, don't be selfish. Share this man with me a little bit, come on. Even if just the memories. The steamy ones.'

While I filled up her glass, I withheld the temptation of just turning the bottle to her cleavage and pouring the liquid over her pajamas, which would get as wet as she's was between her legs and would stick so well on her smooth, soft skin, revealing me everything.

But I took a deep breath and kept my poise. If I were hasty, I'd lose it all!

'I don't want to remember.'

'You already remembered. I know you're going to finger yourself while thinking of him anyway.'

'Watch your tongue!'

'I thought about saying 'masturbate' or 'touch yourself', but there's no other way to really say this.' I spread my legs even further, really forcing the fabric of my already diminutive shorts, and I rested my right hand limply between them, feeling the tremendous heat that emanated from there. 'It's 'finger yourself', really. Caress your groins, make love to yourself until you bleed.' I shook my ass, making the whole sofa tremble. 'I myself can barely hold up while thinking about all the things people told me about this guy.'

'Maybe you need... some treatment.'

'Hell yeah, I agree.' I lassoed her with my eyes. 'And you will be my treatment.'

'What??'

'Your story, gorgeous. Come on, drop the attitude, throw away this fear! Come on.' Once again I spread open my thick thighs. 'You know it's only natural.'

She looked at me, locked amidst confusion and desire.

'You're very... masculine, you know that?'

'I'm very honest with myself and other people, that's what I am. Unlike you.'

'Excuse me?' She crossed her arms. 'How dare you?'

'I dare because it's true. Come.' I touched my knee on hers, making her breasts point even higher. 'Tell me. Tell me how he fucked you.'

At this point, one could hear her breathing, her air practically getting stuck on her heated chest. She grabbed the edges of the pajamas on her cleavage and pulled them, fanning herself in order to try and tame those flames, which were now out of control:

'Mute it.'

She spoke with a crystal voice, so low and delicate I could barely make it out.

'What?'

She pointed to the remote on the table.

'Lower the volume. I won't... I can't speak loud. If I do... you know: I lose my cool.'

'Of course. Yeah, yeah, of course.'

I leaned over the table slowly, determined from that moment on to fully embrace the performance: not only did I grab the remote, but I spent a lot of time on that simple, beautiful motion, first leaning in on the table and then slowly, oh so slowly returning to the sofa.

I still didn't know —or didn't yet accept— why I was doing that, but I did it anyway, yes, and in a very conscious, luscious manner: while I moved with the grace of a dancer and the speed of well-sucked blowjob, almost like an artisan, I took my ass out of the sofa and let it rise up, up, well up, to the point I could hear the fabric so close to tearing due to the stress of my big, fat muscles.

Nothing compared, of course, to the intensity with which I was being watched: Jessa, opening her legs even wider, stared mindfully from behind. I like to imagine how she licked her lips when seeing me, so I took the remote and leaned over even more, getting closer to the TV and raising my big, tight ass to the limit, right until I heard a gasp by my side, followed by Jessa's legs quickly closing up.

I lowered the volume until the sound was negligible, but still a pleasant noise on the background. At every press of the button, I hardened my powerful gluts, tightening my a-hole, and making both the buttocks practically pull my whole waist up, so potently they jumped.

'Have yo... uh-mmm!' I heard Jessa try to ask, but cough in the middle thanks to her much soared throat. 'Are you finished?'

'Almost.'

'Just press a button. Then you can... uh... you can come back.'

'Here, all done.' And I returned to the sofa, crossing my legs and quickly laying my hands over them, like a sweet and innocent little girl, looking at my partner with a clueless expression.

I didn't notice at first, however, how that pose —with my hands crossed over my lap— **** my arms against my breasts, compressing them even further and making them practically jump out of the shirt.

Two beautiful, solid, caramel-colored mountains ripping my shirt apart!

On the bottom, my legs were more or less shielded from the humidity thanks to the beautiful red panties I was wearing, but on the top the situation was quite different: I had dispensed with the bra before coming to the meeting, because breasts like mine needed no help to keep standing hard.

Jessa quickly looked at them, then to my face, on which she lost herself for a few minutes. Our breathings synched, both profound and intense, and I could see that through our cleavages, which both climbed up and down on a long, sweet and delicious rhythm.

'A-alright.' She cleaned up her throat once again. 'You're no prude. No virgin. So you know that we... us women...' Her legs started to re-open and her hand to rest more comfortably between them. 'We're complex. You know: to arouse our bodies, one needs more... work.'

'I know.'

'There are many places to be touched.' Her right palm more deeply caressed the fabric between her legs, while the left one ran through each area she mentioned on her tall, curvy, plentiful, delicious model-like body. 'Many points in us that can give us pleasure, and all needed to be pressed on the right sequence, the right way and with the proper strength.' She licked her lips. 'Groin, bellybutton, lower breasts, the skin right between our axils and our waist... our elbows and our feet, and climbing up the back of our legs, right over the calves... oh, it's like we were all made out of pleasure, but so few men were able to press all the right buttons!'

'Yeah. I get it.' I moved a little away from her, resting my back on the sofa's arm, opposite to hers, and putting one leg over the cushions while the other rested with the foot on the floor, feeling myself a little bit intimidated by the now carefree posture of my partner. 'It's frustrating.'

'It's maddening. But he knows. He, the King! He knows all the parts, as well as the right moment to touch them.' She looked at me, making sure I was paying attention. 'He knows how to caress our inner thighs while he kisses us slowly by the waist, climbing up on the side of our bodies, and kissing and touching the lower area of our tits until he gets to our necks and keeps going, more slowly still, to our lips.'

'Oh.'

'He... he tortures us.'

'Huh?'

'He tortures us in a good way, a marvelous way, which makes us beg for more.'

'I don... cough, cough! I don't get it.'

'Yes, you do, big girl. You had something similar with that 'Johnny' of yours, I know you did! All good men know how to '****' us this way, which is to fill us up with expectation and tension without... release!'

'Mmm.'

'They wait. The make the pleasure grow without, however, releasing it too soon. It's as if they... built up... grew inside us, you know, like pressure cooks: getting hotter and hotter, tenser and firmer, boiling over with the heat on our private parts... the pussy, the nipples, the base of our necks, oh!... each part of our body moaning, screaming for some release, and then they... ooh!!...' She enveloped the tip of her breast with her right thumb and index, and squeezed it softly, but firmly enough so that the muscles of the bust hardened and made both tits leap of pleasure. 'Oooh! One touch! All we need is one touch to go straight to heavens!'

'Yuuum. I know.'

I was hypnotized. My back, firmly planted on the sofa's arm, allowed me to keep my waist wide spread out and my body, at the same time tense and relaxed, partially laying down, as my muscles alternated between moments of flexing up and easing out, hardening from time to time on long spasms, and my right hand nervously wandered around my waist, wanting, oh, wishing so much to plummet into my shorts and squeeze so tightly my pussy beneath the panties.

I was wet, but still on control on my arousal. To my surprise, it was Jessa who seemed to be losing herself all too quickly.

'I won't speak of the things he does to us.'

'Yes, you will.'

'Who are you to ask me that?'

'You're going to speak not for me, but for you.' I spread my legs even wider, flaunting my groin towards her. 'Because you know no other man can make you feel what that guy did to you... and you need to let it loose. Someway, somehow, you always need it!'

'How are you so sure of that, huh?'

She asked me less and less seriously, and more and more friendly.

'I know because not even I can handle it. I never laid with this man, but I still can't find rest with my pussy every time I think of him. An you, oh, you are even more ****, for you have slept with him and must feel so much more thirsty when you remember all those nights you spend together... fucking so wildly!'

'Oh, you... little slut.'

I pressed my palm between my thighs, feeling it burn with my pussy fire.

'If I can get a little more comfortable…'

'Mmm…'

'I don't have no man, but I do have a hand.'

'I don't want... you know...' She looked sideways, fearing that her colleague would come in and ruin the moment. 'I don't want any mess around here, please.'

'Alright.'

'Do you promise?'

'If you keep talking…'

'No.'

'Then I promise you nothing.'

'If that's how it's gonna be, then I take you out.'

'Okay. Come and take me.' And I laid my left arm even higher on the sofa's back, completely at ease, even defiantly so. 'Good luck, okay? I'm quite a heavy girl, FYI.'

'Oh, God! Oh, God, dear, that won't be right!'

I ignored all her pleas and petty tantrums.

'How's he? Tell me: what does he do... with that dick?'

She stared at me deeply.

'He's good.'

'Tell me how good he is. I'm really curious to know: tell me how it is... to be fucked... by a monster like that.' I pressed my palm deeper into my shorts, feeling my panties sink on the pussy as if it was a wet sponge: the juices, which I already felt leaking from the fabric and moistening my jeans, ran through the sides of the pussy, making a beautiful, squishy sound on my head, provoking on me a naughty smile.

Judging by the way Jessa looked at me, it was likely that a dark spot was appearing on her panties too.

'Speak up, my Jessy.'

She breathed loudly, fighting until the last strand of her soul to hold up her heat and keep intact her sanity.

'I…'

'You can speak.'

'I will speak, I…'

'Be comfortable.'

She looked straight at me.

'I am... comfortable.'

'Not like me.'

'Yes, but you are... very aggressive.'

'I'm very honest.'

'I…'

'Come on, Jessa.' I touched her bare foot with my own and saw her licking one of her lips. The contrast could hardly be greater: my very feminine foot, yes, but also large and heavy and hot, against the smooth, delicate porcelain skin of that deeply docile... and sensuous doll! 'Feel at home, little Jessy!'

Our voices were almost inaudible.

'What are you doing to me?'

'I want... I want to know…'

'Nooo…'

'Yes, Jessa.' And once again I grazed my foot against hers, but now without retrieving it, and instead slowly climbing up her leg with the arc of my foot and the tip of my toes. 'Open your legs, Jessy.'

'Oh!' She turned her legs, but didn't take them away from me completely. 'What are you doing?'

'Relaxing you up. Spread them up, Jessy. You're tense and... so hot.' I made a revolving motion with my waist, raising both my ass and my groin from the sofa. 'Give a little breathing room to your pussy.'

'Oh, you... horny little…'

'Come on, Jessa. Stop being frigid.'

My foot once again met her leg and started to again climb it up to the thigh, opening up my Jessa like the petals of a very delicate flower.

'Okay.'

And she made no more objections to my touch. She pretended to ignore me, but kept slowing opening up, getting more and more comfy as she spoke, and I, following her words, raised my foot up on her soft and toned thigh, so beautifully sculpted, massaging her with a proficiency I didn't even knew I had on those fingers!

'To be... pumped by him... is an experience... it's like... it's like being touched by God.'

'Oh…'

'Deep in your... soul... in your being, you know what I mean? It's like... that man reaches so deep within you... and knows how to touch you, how to tease you... always so well...!'

'Does it hurt?'

'With anyone else, it would hurt, but not with him. Not... with the King.' At this point, her legs abruptly spread out, leaving the way up the her panties open to my right foot. While I climbed her, pecking her ever so slightly with the tip of my toes, I felt a wet string of the pleasure river that leaked out of her groin, and she, with eyes shut, tried to describe the indescribable, probably pretending that my foot was the mast of her incredible lover - 'He's such a gentleman! All that he does is for our... complete... pleasure!'

I raised my eyebrows. Never imagined her being so straight so quick.

'Continue.'

'We come... oh!... we come so much before he... even... begins to penetrate us.'

'Mmm.' My foot stopped for an instant, for I realized that I too needed to fight so as to not lose my own focus. 'I'm listening.'

I took my left arm out of the back of the sofa and brought it together with my other arm on my thighs, first pressing my shorts, then rhythmically squeezing, plunging my fingers onto the fabric and imagining them penetrate my extremely aroused vulva, almost gushing pleasure liquids at every pump.

'I... I had... I has... ooh...!'

She took an arm to her waist, but I said:

'Don't touch yourself.' And she looked at me, surprised. 'I touch you. You only talk.'

And I kept climbing my foot up on her leg, leaving my intentions clear.

«Mmm.» She turned a bit more, now completely facing my sides and giving me, finally, a partial view of her panties. «It's pink,» I smiled. «And they're drenched in lubes.»

With my way uninterrupted, I marched on with my foot on her inner thigh, so wet, while I looked at her firmly, almost unblinkingly:

'Keep it up, honey.'

'I... I…'

'Me. Look at me. Don't take your eyes of me.'

I prevented that she ran away from the subject and looked for refuge on some dark, lonely corner of that room.

'I... oh, I...!'

She was hyperventilating. I licked one lip, feeling a new kind of arousal by seeing, right there, that I was the one in charge.

'Focus, friend, and say it all.'

'Oh, I... I can't...!'

I squeezed tightly, roughly the inner muscles of her thigh, a few inches beneath her pulsating cunt.

'Oooohhh!'

'Say it: you what? How was he?'

I lowered my foot a little bit to give her some sliver of chance to recover.

'I had... I had come twice... before he even took my clothes off!'

I raised my eyebrows, both skeptic and impressed.

'Before he got inside you?'

'Noooo...' She rocked her head back and forth, smiling with her eyes closed when remembering the miraculous way she was touched, she was stimulated, she was f...! 'He sooo slooow and... unbearable the... the pleasureee...!'

'Focus, dear. Focus.'

'Mmm. I came twice... before he even... tore my pants off... mmm! I came on his fingers and... came on his cock, still inside his pants, just by pressing it against my cunt... all that in twenty minutes... or fifteen... until he... oh, he!... he undid my pants, ripped my blouse and made me... oh... oooh!... he made me come again!!'

Again I stopped massaging her, controlling the speed of her narration as if my foot on her thighs was the remote control of her soul!

'How many times did you cum before he... took that dick off and... fucked you?'

She smiled without making a sound, biting one of her hands while the other clasped on the sofa's cushions.

'There's no way to... knoooow…'

'Give me a number.'

'Bbb, I don't... knooow...!'

'Spill it out. Any number, dammit!'

'I came... I came so many…'

'Just. A. Number!'

'Five times.'

'Five times??'

'Yes... I came five times... and not little... not small was the wave of... pleasure!... oh...!! That I felt!!'

'Oooh…'

I myself was losing it: my hand got into my shorts, already do damn wet; a big dark blotch contrasting with the dark-blue of the jeans!

Once I touched my red panties, I noticed the immense state of arousal I was into, with a mere squeeze making my juices flow onto my ass, which tingled and twerked beyond my control.

My pussy was so swollen beneath my panties that it and the fabric seemed to merge; only one single layer of moisten skin begging for my fingers to drill deep on it and... oh...!

I bit my lips and suppressed my groans, focusing on my partner —my sweet, soft, extremely aroused partner!

'Ooh... you wanna know... aah, how it... ooh... how his dick felt, right?'

And she held one lip firmly bit while looking at me as thirsty as ever.

'I do…'

'I came... six times... I mean... another tiiiime, a sixth one...' She needed to inhale and exhale deeply at every word or two. 'I came when he... when his head got in!'

'Mmmm!'

'I... I was shaking, I... I got pulled out of my mind when... when only his cockhead squeezed into my cunt!'

'Oooh...!'

'He stopped... he stopped right when the head of his cock was in and... he kept staring at me with those eyes... that face of a god, of... of a greek god predator who knew so well he had me pecking on his palms and... said, while I was still coming: 'relax, honey. Your orgasm is just beginning.'

'Ooow…'

'And he... while his dick was still just head's deep... he pressed my... clit and... aaah... I blew... up!…'

'Just the head.'

'I came...! I came, ooh... with his finger and his cock, still just the head insiiiiide... ooh... I came... multiple... I mean... I had multiple ones!!'

'Mmmmm...!' I was sucking my lower lip so deep it was practically all inside my mouth.

'I don't know how long I kept coming, but I was... out of myself... what seemed for hours and... one eternity and... but... he was just getting started!!' And she put, violently, both arms on the couch, grabbing it so tightly the whole thing creaked, and looking to her left side, towards the TV, with a completely terrified expression, eyes wide open, breathing so loud she was basically purring, trying to control herself so as not to be dominated by a pure burst of savagery.

I, however, was unwilling to give her any rest. A hungry beast roared inside me —but with a type of hunger much that, until that fateful night, was completely alien to me.

Daringly, I crawled my foot up until inches of her bloated cunt. She was so turgid that the liquids literally ran down my fingers, and the pink color of her panties had changed to a red wine one.

So wet, in fact, that the whole front of her panties seemed to have caved into the swollen labia of her pussy.

'Carry on.'

My superiority was kept whole by a single threat; one single misstep and I too would melt as shamelessly as her, who rolled her eyes spastically while remembering the rest of that restless night:

'He... is a god...!'

'That I already know.'

'I came... at every inch...' She loudly slurped her own lips. 'Every inch of that ungodly sledgehammer that he managed to cram inside me... he... he was sooo...!'

I could no longer see her that way without asking:

'Grab your tits.'

'Mmm??'

'Your tits.' I expanded my own chest. 'Touch them.'

'But…'

There was no further resistance, however: her two hands went towards each breast, and not lightly, as I would expect from her gracious figure, but very hungrily, each of them grabbing the most they could out of those massive meaty balls, like the hands of a horny man, squeezing then wholly, powerfully, as if she herself craved her own body so damn much.

'How great it must be having those tits and being able to undress every night with them before a mirror.' I thought, before going back to my duty of arousing her as much as humanly possible.

'He... oh... he... oh, god... ouch, my god... oow, my man, my handsome big, thick, power man...!!'

She was drunk with passion, but I couldn't blame her. With the vivid imagination she had and the magnificent male she slept with, all of that added up to the rhythmic motions of my foot on her thighs and her finger all over her boobs, she looked like in the middle of an intense fucking.

Fucking the air. Screwing freely and wildly the memory of that man. My God!

«This man's ghost is hotter that any boy I have ever slept with! 'Johnny' included!»

A twinge of fear took over me before I once again got turned on by the indescribable vision of the blond goddess in front of me, moaning on my toes! The spirit of that pornographic male, that man-God, master of all that's manly and strong, intimidated me deeply, as if he was indeed there, like a ghost by my side.

«Harder.»

A thunder-deep voice spoke to my mind, and I increased the speed of my foot massage on her, leading her up to a delirium with barely any words, just moans:

'Oooh... god...! He's a god... you... dick... dick so big... what a cock... by god, what... what a man!!…'

She laid lower and spread open her legs completely to me. I couldn't handle it no more:

'Oooh...!'

I sank my fingers deep within my pussy and lifted my ass from the sofa, elevated by my own hard-on, thrusting on the air as if the gesture increased the rhythm and power of my fists, whose fingers fucked me just like a mighty cock.

'Ahh...!'

Both my moans and my partner's merged together, very lustful, and I expertly served each side of my cunt while the index and middle fingers went straight towards the deepest, roughest parts of my love cave, where they pressed the tips against the walls and dragged them outwards, bringing with them a sea of screams and an ocean of nectars:

'Ooooh... ooooohhh!!'

Silence! I had to be silent! Amidst that madness, I don't know how I thought of taking a cushion by my side and cramming it deep on my mouth, covering up my screams which would soon become savage —snarls of thunder jumbled onto a hurricane in the middle of an earthquake that broke the whole country in half!

My partner, however, was shaking so much it was difficult for me to keep the foot on the same place. Thank God she was naturally quiet, moaning without much sound, but I soon feared that, at that rhythm, she'd erupt in a scream that would wake up the entire complex.

Or town. Jesus, how hot her cunt felt! I had barely penetrated her with my foot, but I could already feel the heat emanating exactly like the rays of the sun on the warmest summer!

I felt —or imagined— my toes burning, so close they were to that steaming vulva!

She thrust, faster and more furiously, her waist upwards, punching the air stronger than I did, while fondling the breasts so intensely she was very close to just grabbing each side of her pajamas and tearing the cloth apart like a brute.

'Oooh... every... inch... he pumped... he hammered... like...! I never... I never... the veins... the veins of the dick alone... oh... ohhh!!'

Something in me demanded me to make a move and increase the rhythm of the orchestra.

I don't know what it was, but I felt a very manly breathing down my neck and a thick, hard, pulsating energy taking up my limps and guiding them as if I had been possessed, yes, taken by a demon from the most erotic circles of hell, a horny and lustful incubus whose greatest pleasure —his only pleasure— was precisely that of deranging us women out of so many orgasms.

'I take charge from here', the demon spoke to me, and I was sure it was…

'Him!'

I plunged my toes on my partner's cunt.

'Ooooaaahhh...!!!'

She let loose a loud, but very brief scream, for right immediately she took her hands out of her breasts to cover her mouth, making her jigs fall heavily and bounce twice, up and down, down and up, so provoking and erotic, so lively they seemed made out of springs.

'Bubble boobs'! Ha, ha! Like that expression 'bubble butt', of an ass so large that it jiggles just as if it was alive... but on the boobs. Ha, ha... ha, ha...!

Ha…

'Oooooaaahhhh!!!'

I screamed very deeply on the cushion, but also held up a half of that scream, for if I had let it all loose, I'd have pierced a hole on the cushion and even, you bet!, opened up a crater on the ceiling.

I screamed like a rabid lioness, tensing my whole fantastic, phenomenal body up, swinging up my waist as much as possible and frenetically stimulating my clit, which made me squirt out of pure pleasure, an ecstasy beyond comprehension right there, maybe a little bit too early, but quite simply impossible to control.

What can I do! I was a squirter! Not exactly by biology, but by the intensity I usually experienced (and still experience) each of my orgasms: with me, a simple touch on the shoulder can have the effect of a power kiss with the tongue deep within my soul; and an actual kiss, the same power of a lighting strike right on top of my quivering cunt.

What can I say, then, of that experience with Jessa, my beautiful luxury doll named Jessa, whose reaction to my simplest touch turned me on so much more —it pains me to admit!— than 'Johnny' himself, my sweet, divine 'Johnny', who gave me so much love on those romantic hills beneath the moonlight!

'Aaaaaarrrgghhhh!!!'

I remember so well what exactly in her made me cum: it was the bulk of juices that spread out of her cunt as I penetrated her. No, she hadn't squirted, technically speaking, but she had liberated all the love juice that was held by her panties.

I do not know what kind of cloth those panties were made of, but it seemed to have retained or absorbed an ocean of pent up lubes. When I burst her... bruuushh!! A torrent soaked my foot; not a jet, but the sudden, thick release of a dam, which left a stain on the cushions beneath her.

My partner, however, didn't seem as elevated as me on that moment. Without me noticing it, she was already on her feet, looking terrified to the TV with that million-yard stare, completely petrified by the experience so beyond her own expectations or any possibility of control!

'I...!!' She muttered, looking behind her, towards her roommate's door, from which no sound or movement erupted during the many silent seconds that followed.

Meanwhile, I slowly rested my butt, my fantastic and hardened butt back onto the sofa, slowly regaining the pieces of my consciousness before finally sitting up and, admiring the mess of my actions, looking more solicitous at my partner.

Which was a mistake.

Oh! If I already thought she was impossibly hot before, I could barely imagine the tremendously erotic figure that I'd found on her all stood up, looking scared, but completely wet, all the hairs on her body completely aroused, her breasts outlined down to every pore on her pajamas and the nipples so bloody hard, almost sharp, piercing the bra beneath the cloth.

Her pose nearly drove me mad: not just her formidable tits, but now all of her hourglass figurine sharpened by that impossibly thin waist, such as to make Lais Ribeiro look obese, but crowning an ass worthy of Nicki Minaj mashed with Scarlett Johansson (if that makes any sense), pointing upwards as if, on that very moment, instinctively, she struck a pose just for me, her greatest admirer.

The wet varnish of sweat that formed all over her skin, starting to tie it to the cloth of her pajamas, only led my imagination even further into truly dangerous places.

'You're so beautiful it hurts.' I admitted, shaking my head in defeat. She turned to me and looked me in a very confused way, almost **** even, and asked, with her voice almost dying:

'It think it's better... we go to sleep.'

Oh, we were going to bed, yes, be we were not going to sleep.

I straightened up my back, making myself look as neutral as possible on those circumstances, and held back my delighted, feline expression, trying to look at her again as a friend, not as a predator.

'Come... sit and... relax a little.'

It was the worst request I could have made at that time: she immediately shook her hand and, tripping over her own feet, shaking like a bamboo stick, she walked to the arm of couch by her side while pointing —or trying to point— towards the door.

'Please... get your stuff and... we see each other some other day. I-it's far too late.'

But I looked at her defiantly, not moving a muscle.

'No.'

'Please, I don't wanna cause any problems. I... I…'

I crossed my legs elegantly, resting one heel over my left thigh while I stared at her intensely:

'Why are you so scared?' She didn't reply. She only kept looking at me, trying to escape without moving. 'I think you're so pretty.'

She lowered her head, puffing so nervous, but I knew it was just pretense, for I could see her lips fighting against a smile.

'Oh, goddammit! What do you want with me?'

'I don't want anything.'

'Uh-uh. Anything!'

'Nothing, really. I have no purpose in mind when I see you besides getting to know you better and... getting comfy by your side…'

'And toying with me?'

'Why would I toy with you? Is this why you're so scared?' Once again, she avoided me, revealing in a very obvious manner what her weak spot was: 'It's only natural, you know, what we are doing.' She lowered her face again, hiding it behind one hand, thinking on what to do or, if I kept refusing to leave, how she would take me out of the apartment without making much noise. 'Hey. Hey, look at me…'

'Stop!'

'What do you think of me?'

She looked puzzled.

'What do I think of you?'

'Yeah.' I took a leg down from the other and spread my arms, putting one over the couch's arm and the other over its back, letting her see the most out of my rocking body. 'What do you think of me?'

I was so happy when she replied:

'I think you're very beautiful.'

'Thank you.'

'Like... I was even... intimidated when I saw you for the first time. You are really very beautiful.'

'So are you, my pretty. Come on here, Jess, so I can see you better.'

'No!'

'I think you're so beautiful it's difficult to just stare at you, like this, without doing anything to you.'

'Mmm!'

'Without getting to know you better.' I looked distractingly to one side, just buying my time, cornering my prey before the final blow. 'Without getting to touch you.'

'Stop!' She raised both hands to her mouth, feigning shock. 'What's your... I never thought that you'd... that we'd...!'

Yeah. I did.

'I want to touch you.'

'Stop tal…'

'No. Don't you speak. I'm talking.' The voice got out deeply from within me, with no more masks on, no more excuses, freezing her up in that very moment. 'You asked me what I wanted, so I'm gonna tell you straight. Okay? So don't speak, only listen.'

But she still, in a last, **** ditched effort, fought against me:

'I-I want...' Her arms were glued to the sides of her body, almost as if enchanted my some spell. 'I-I want you to leeeave... please.'

She completed each sentence on a high pitch, and I moistened my lips even wetter, feeling myself burn from the inside with that new, marvelous sensation of p…

'Let's do it this way, honey: I'm going to say what I want to do with you and then, when I'm done... you tell me if you still want me to go or not... m'kay?'

'Mmm...!'

She didn't even try to reply. The words, I believe, had stuck on her mouth, which was sealed off with all her livid, ghostly white expression.

'So? Is it okay for you?'

'I r-rather…'

'No.' My voice deepened. 'You're going to listen. Just listen. Then, after all is said and done, you tell me if you want me to go, okay?' I raised both my arms in a comic gesture of surrender. 'And then I go, no problem, and you'll never see me again, if you want, as my presence seems to cause you so much pain.'

'Uh-mmm...!'

'And...? What do you say?'

She swallowed before nodding up and down. I smiled. I lowered my arms slowly, just so she could follow closely the arching path of my breasts, and locked my eyes on her like claws on a prey's loin, blinking so little and so slowly that I myself was shocked by how long I could stare at her without feeling my eyes burn.

I licked my lips and took a deep breath. My voice got out extremely deep and authoritative, but still distinctly feminine, in a marvelous mix up of both sexes, which really left my partner very confused and... and…

'I want to lay my lips on your waist…'

'Oohh…'

'Silence, sweetie. Just listen carefully while I…'

'O-okay. I-I'm listening.'

I smiled and nodded gently, opening up my legs wider bit by bit, on the slow and warm drive of my deep, steely voice:

'I want to lay my lips on your waist and grab the sides of your body with my bare hands... and kiss you around the bellybutton, cuddling you so sweetly, so filled with love and care, your loins right above your ass…'

'Mmm…'

'I want to feel your white skin on my mouth. I'm curious to know how your texture feels... and how your waist, your little belly reacts to me when I press it real slow with both of my hands.'

'Aaaahhmm…'

I showed her my palms and slowly closed up my fists, involuntarily flexing my arms, which were strong and so well-shaped, extremely toned, but still feminine; arms of a fitness muse, not of a gym-monster.

'I want to feel every inch of your belly up until I get to your tits, which I want to feel on my palms, to kiss the skin right beneath then, giving them goose bumbs…

'Mmmm...!'

'And grab them full with both of my hands. Taking them apart very lightly, a few times, just so I can feel their firmness. And also the weight, because they seem so big and full.'

'Oooh…'

'And if you let me, my sweet girl... my beautiful friend, if you let me, I'd like to kiss your cleavage... all this marvelous white skin right over your shirt... and maybe suckle your nipples…'

'Oooh…'

'...and twirl my tongue around the aureole.'

'Au... aureole...?'

Her nervousness was such that even her vocabulary was getting all jumbled up!

'To kiss the dark spots around your nipples.'

'They... they're pink…'

'Oh, yes. Pink.' And I flexed my own bust, making the breasts give two tiny jumps. 'I got confused with my own tits, pussycat.'

'M-m'kay. You're done?'

'Oh, no.' I gave her a wider smirk with the side of my mouth. 'I want to take off your pajamas. Grab this dress of yours, so pink, so light and delicate... take it from below, my beautiful, from the lower tab and lift it up your neck in one swell swoop, taking all your clothes off with my hot, strong hands, which I'll lay all over your body, your ass, while I look at you from above, for you're so small, so delicate, so harmless next to my thick, tall body.'

'Oooh...!'

Her moan this time was different. I stopped on my tracks and, smiling, leaned my head towards her, adding intimacy to my question:

'What do you think of me?'

She looked to one side and answered with a shy smile:

'I can speak now, huh?'

'Of course.'

'That was not part of the d…'

'Answer.'

My voice got out so strong that even I, between the legs, felt a wonderful pinch right beneath my clit.

And my girl, oh dear, she almost got scared, her breasts tensing up in that same instant, hopping beautifully beneath her pajamas.

'Y-you a-are... pretty!'

My smile got wider.

'What do you think of my body?'

'You... please, don't do t…'

'Answer.'

Her boobs hopped once more. She put her left leg over the right one, which sustained most of her body weight that moment, and hyperventilating she answered the best way she could without falling like a puppet who just lost its strings:

'I think it's... your body is...' She licked her lips. 'So pretty!' I opened my legs even wider, making clear that I wanted much more than that. 'You're so... gorgeous. So much... taller and... and much... mmm…'

'Are you curious about my body?'

'Mmm??'

'Don't you want to know how my warm lips... so thick... how would they feel to have them on your thin, white, pretty tender soft skin?

'Oooh…'

'Would you like to feel my hands... gently touching your body... running over it like only a girl knows how to touch another? Would you like to feel my breasts, which are much harder, so much fuller than yours?'

'Oooh…'

'Which are so much firmer and stronger, like the rest of my body.' I flexed my gluts without wanting to, tensing up also the fantastic muscles of my killer thighs! 'Would you like to run your delicate, pretty hands over these thick and toned thighs? Thicker and fitter than yours, and also bigger, longer, so much better than your entire body...?'

'Ooo-ooh!' She inhaled deeply and retrieved a fraction of her self-control, finally able to look at me and say with some semblance of authority: 'Are ya...??' Her throat, however, gaggled out of dryness. She coughed and cleared it quickly, trying again to recover herself: 'Are you done? Are you... ready... to go?'

I smiled, letting her see all my big, perfect white teeth.

'There's just one more thing.'

'Oh, please…'

'Just one question. Just one question.'

'My answer is yes: I want you out. I want... er, you... to get out. Please, g…'

'Silence.'

'Yes, ma'am.' And she lowered her head like the good girl she was.

'Would you like to come here?'

And I made a single calling motion with my right hand, whose movements she followed, mesmerized.