Crystal's Room

Crystal led me by the hand into her small dormitory and hastily slid the door shut. As she whipped back around to face me, her breasts wobbled, threatening to escape the tight tank top. My boner surged against the confines of my waistband.

It was strange being entranced by two women at once. I had no trouble focusing on the beautiful, full-lipped and big-titted woman in front of me, who turned me on with her straightforwardness, direct body language, confidence and, of course, body. They way she looked, moved and talked made me think of a barmaid in a Western or pirate-themed fantasy. She was just a lot. A lot of body, a lot of attitude, and a lot of fun. Everything about Crystal was in-your-face, and she worked her magic flawlessly that way.

But it was impossible to keep the eroticism Sameera had flooded my thoughts with from slipping into the mood emanating from Crystal.

Sameera was nearly the opposite. Her mystique and subtlety were her powers of seduction. Her body was slender; her small perky breasts and shapely butt combined with her dark hair and seductive brown eyes, (which almost always seemed to express her borderline nihilistic outlook,) made me think of a character in a James Bond movie, or an edgy Princess Jasmine.

Both vibes were hitting me right now, and I was very turned on and a little confused. I shook off the feeling and just went with it.

Crystal sprawled out on her back on her mattress like she was making a snow angel. She took a deep breath and exaggeratedly pushed out her chest.