![]() ![]() If it weren't for that goofy laugh she would never have had the courage to speak to him, and she would never have got to kiss those lips or run her hands through that thick dark hair. ![]() The third thing was his laugh, which sounded like a dying donkey.Īnd thank Christ, she thought, as she gently traced the outline of her pussy lips. The second thing was his body tall and well-muscled. When they had first met at a friend's party the first thing Alice had noticed about him were his eyes forest green and hypnotic. He was in the year above her at Uni and was the envy of every straight girl and gay man Alice knew. Those safer waters were the big hunk of stuff snoozing above her.Īs she tentatively slid her fingers into her shorts she pictured her boyfriend and felt the familiar surge of libido. Not that she was homophobic, but Alice was having enough trouble discovering her sexuality as it was, so she made a conscious mental u-turn to safer waters. In fact, as she turned back over, her face reddened with arousal, she definitely felt her pussy through her cute little pyjama shorts, a wetness that was a little too pronounced for sweat. She was no stranger to these kinds of tangents, and she considered them a side-effect of her embarrassing virginity. With a start, Alice realised that she was getting a little too into checking her friend out. As she watched, Melissa shifted in her sleep, causing those enviable tits to shift and jiggle as she moved, a small sigh escaping from her pouty lips. Melissa lay on her side, and the creamy flesh was squeezed together by gravity and the sports bra she wore, making an arousing sight framed by a mess of golden-blonde hair. In the light from the open window, Alice could see that Melissa's blanket had fallen away during the night, exposing an expanse of chubby pale midriff that led to her huge tits. Alice looked over to the next bunk, and sure enough there she laid, her silhouette like a fertility goddess. In fact, by pure measurements, Melissa had her beat pretty much hands down. Not that Alice was flat, exactly, but she watched what she ate and while that might mean a stomach like a washboard and a pert little ass, it meant that she was never going to match Melissa's gigantic sweater-stretching breasts. Not that they didn't get on, but Melissa was Thomas' age and a little intimidating with her world-wise attitude, and her flirtiness, and her- Here, Alice flushed red in the dark, as her mind formed the words "huge tits". Melissa was the third wheel on this trip and Alice hadn't realised how cumbersome that could be. As she thought of the blonde beauty, Alice's lips curled in frustration. Melissa certainly wasn't helping things along. They never seemed to be alone, and when they were, it was never long enough for her to let her guard down in this stupid hostel room. It was just that the time never seemed to be right. The rush of emotions as she thought about him confirmed that. It wasn't that she didn't love him enough, Alice thought. ![]() Predictably Thomas was fast asleep on the bunk above her, his bulk shifting as he turned over, blissful and oblivious as always. That's why they came to this stupid city. The holiday where she plucked up the courage to let Thomas have his way with her and stopped being the butt of a thousand jokes. This chapter's mostly set-up, but every chapter after this is going to be fairly relentless, so if you like what you read, make sure to check back in for more.Īlice stared at the bed above her and fumed. Hello! This is my first ever story, and I hope you enjoy it. ![]()
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