Sink It Into Tatiana’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. Savannah, across the table, smiles cheerily at you; she knows that what you’re doing is out of her control now, and you’re tempted for a second to score on her, but…

Tatiana stands to your right. Her jet black hail tumbles down far past her shoulders, and your attentions caught on those milky tits, concealed by the twin pieces of black fabric hiding all that you could possibly want… shit, you know that you want your RA.

“You’re going down, Tatiana,” you say, tossing the ball up and down in your palm.

“Put the ball in the cup first,” she retorts, gesturing at the lone one remaining in front of her. “Then we can talk.”

“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 Tatana’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. You watch Tatiana’s face. It falls in dismay before the ball even hits its peak; she’s a pro, she knows how this goes.

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

“Pay up,” you crow delightfully.

“You better make double sure your room hasn’t got any contraband in it,” Tatiana mutters.

She unhooks her black bra with one hand and pulls it away with a flourish. It drops to the ground, fluttering away from her hand, and there, in all its glory, for all the world to see, Tatiana’s lovely tits.

The enchanting swell of her breasts, once hidden by a cloth most annoying, now stands unmarred, the puffy pink of her nipples standing out a feast for any man’s eyes.

“My God,” you breathe, and guys agree with their cheer and wolf-whistles, crowding in around her, all wanting to get front-row seats to Tatiana’s tits. Jesus Christ, they’ve practically surrounded her!

“What, is this something none of you have seen before?” Tatiana says.

She makes no efforts to hide her assets, but slaps away the hand of a guy who tries to touch—her partner in the game, Desmond. You find yourself just as drawn to her tits, wishing desperately for there to be a way to get your hands on them…

It comes to you in a flash. With all the guys flocking around her now, you place a foot over her bra on the ground and surreptitiously scoop it under your pile of clothes. You look around, to make sure you weren’t caught in the act, and then you shout: “Hey, where’s that guy going?”

Heads turn to face you, just as Tatiana exclaims: “My bra’s missing!”

“I saw a guy going that way,” you shout to Tatiana over the din of the music. “Come with me! We’ll catch him.”

“Like fuck we are,” she says, scooping up her remaining clothes from the ground.

You do the same, and you push through the crowd around Tatiana, paving a path for her to follow you in. She’s still topless, flaunting her tits, though a little less voluntarily now, while you’re only in your boxers. What a sight the two of you must be, heading through this room…

The dark expression clouding her face scares you a little, and you wonder for a second if you’ve done the right thing here.

“Where’d he go? Which guy is he?” Tatiana asks.

There are a lot of people in this room, but this only works if you ‘lose track of him.’

“He must be in the corridor,” you say, continuing to make your way through the press of bodies. An unusually drunk girl refuses to get out of the way, so you budge her aside. “Sorry, got to get this girl’s bra back,” you shout in her ear, looking back at Tatiana.

You take the opportunity to savour the sight of her tits once more, though the view is lightly obstructed by the clothes she’s carrying in front of her; no matter, you’re in the corridor now, and people are swarming back and forth its length.

“Shit, I don’t know where he went,” you say, and the two of you proceed down the narrow space, squeezing past more drunks than you can count.

“Maybe he went in this room?” Tatiana asks, pointing to a door.

You give it a try, but it seems locked. Tatiana gives it a good shove, and the door swings open; you stumble into a small sitting room with two couches. You give her a questioning look.

“The door’s always been this way,” she says, heading into the room and checking behind the couches.

You head into the room after her. It’s clear that your phantom thief is not in the room, but Tatiana is now on her knees, looking behind the other couch anyways, just in case he can somehow compact himself fivefold…

The door swings shut behind you.

Tatiana on her knees, tits out, thin black panties covering her pussy, that look of concentration on her face… you could take her right now if you wanted to, and you feel your cock stiffening.

Tatiana gets up.

“He’s not here,” she says, and then her eyes flicker downwards, and then they stay locked downwards, staring at the package you’re sporting beneath those boxers.

“But I am,” you say, taking a cautious step forwards.

Tatiana regards you for a second, her dark eyes deep pools that rake across your body.

You take another step closer, your chest nearly up against her tits now. Do you see those nipples stiffening slightly out of the corner of your eyes? She drops the clothes she’s carrying in one hand onto the ground; you drop yours.

It’s hard to say if it’s you who kisses her first or she you, but your mouths make contact and her hot body presses tight against yours. You kiss her hard, wanting her desperately, the **** of your body pushing her down and back until she collapses on the couch. Now angled so that you’re both sitting, there’s room for your hands to snake out and encircle the prize that they’ve been craving: Tatiana’s luscious tits.

You grope her, squeezing her breasts for all that they’re worth, and you feel her moan into your mouth, passion desperately driving her hands to your crotch, tugging your boxers down.

Her hand caresses your cock, several fleeting strokes that run your length without giving you the satisfaction of being enveloped that you need. You push her back against the couch harder, hands still mauling her tits, and then they reach her nipples; one tweak, then two, and all of a sudden she’s got her hands wrapped around your cock too, giving you a handjob.

One of her hands drops down to play with your balls while you continue to fondle her tits, loving the way the flesh feels so pliant, loving the way she’s working your cock. She tugs faster, accelerating her strokes, and you unwittingly feel yourself being pushed to and beyond the brink.

Your cum fires out. The first strand falls across her stomach. Quicker than you can react, she to her knees down by the couch, working your cock just as hard, and the second strand shoots straight onto her tits. The next few spurts of jizz coat across her tits, and you groan in pure bliss, the mental image of Tatiana and her tits fully covered in your sperm too much for you to handle.

“So, you made your shot,” Tatiana says, dusting her hands off once you’re all spent.

“I guess I did,” you mutter, feeling mildly dazed. “Oh… um… I should say, your bra’s under my clothes… um… sorry about that…”

You mentally prepare yourself for a lashing that never comes.

“I knew,” Tatiana says with a smirk. She turns to one of the cabinets by the side of the room, pulls out a roll of towels from within, and begins to wipe the cum off her body. “We take guys to this room when we want to mess around with them.”

“Uh… what?” You thought you were being so sneaky, but this…

“Come on, you think you’re the first guy whose tried to pull a fast one on me? We Theta girls might be popular, but that doesn’t make us stupid,” she says. The self-satisfied smirk on her face drops away, and she leans in close to you, all serious now. “Just be happy I wanted to do this with you.”

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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