Making out and boob touching, in the way only college freshmen can

For a moment, Roy couldn't believe what was happening. He was sitting here, his arms around the sexiest girl he'd ever seen, their lips joined in an expression of deepest love. Nothing else mattered. All he knew was this moment. He felt his heart beating like a bass drum, felt her ample chest pressed against his, and smelled the intoxicating fragrance of her hair, all as she sat in stunned silence.

And then Samantha shoved her tongue in his mouth. Her arms moved to grasp him, to hug him even closer, as though afraid of letting him go. Her want of him was palpable, and Roy saw no need to delay satiating her. They tangled themselves up in one another, for what seemed like an eternity, before they had to separate, both gasping for air.

"Wow." It was all Roy could say.

"...yeah." Her breathy reply echoed the sentiment.

"So... do you want to keep going?" he asked.

"Yes, yes I do," she replied, with more conviction than anything else she'd ever said.

They spent a while like that, tongue in tongue, pressed up against one another. Eventually, Roy pushed against her and laid her down on the couch, kicking his shoes off as he moved on top of her, and reached one hand under her head, feeling her hair. He moved slightly to her left, fitting himself between the couch back and Samantha, so they could both recline comfortably; him on his side, her on her back. His other hand was soon occupied as well, pawing at her bosom with loving curiosity. At that, she pushed him off of her gently, and for a moment Roy was afraid that he had offended her by reaching for her breasts. His fear was soon abated, however, as she dexterously reached behind herself, under her own shirt, and with a *snap*, unhooked her bra.

"Really?" he asked incredulously, with anticipation in his voice.

She didn't respond with words, but rather with a coy expression, seemingly finding her confidence again. She shifted her hand under her own top, and a with a little effort, removed her bra completely from under it, dropping it to the side of the couch. Only her Cattle Mutilation shirt remained to cover her chest. Now that Roy was looking directly at them, he could see that her nipples were already tenting the (admittedly thin) fabric. Again, he was nearly overwhelmed by the sheer size of them, and now with her bra off and her laying supine, they took a more natural shape under the clothing. Roy couldn't help but thank whichever higher power had given him this opportunity. He reached forward, taking the left one in his palm, still not daring to reach under her shirt. It filled his hand completely, and then some; for a moment, he felt like a child trying to palm a basketball.

"How big are these?"

"Well, last time I checked, they were an H cup," Samantha replied. Her expression turned apprehensive. "They're not too big, are they?"

"They're exactly as big as they should be," he answered smoothly. She smiled at her newfound lover, and moved her lips back to meet his.

He continued as before, kissing her deeply, pawing and rubbing at her, feeling the point of her erect nipple with his palm, and occasionally his fingers. Even over the shirt, she was unbelievably soft, and pleasantly pliant to his touch. Their massive size hadn't seem to diminish their youthful firmness either, and Roy quickly found himself lost in them. After enjoying one for a time, he moved to the other breast, working her up as he did before. As soon as he mustered the courage, he moved his hand underneath her shirt to continue his ministrations, and she squirmed underneath him all the while, obviously affected by the stimulation. Now feeling them directly, the softness of her skin was beyond compare. He boggled at the impressive weight of them, the way they moved so wonderfully beneath his hand... no matter how he judged them, he had to admit, these were the tits of a goddess.

After a time, she broke the relative silence, sitting up, but letting him keep his hand under her shirt. "Umm... I think... I think I'm ready," she muttered nervously. She glanced down at the tent in Roy's pants, with desire in her eyes. "Do you want to... you know... do this?"