1. The Hangout


    Date: 11/3/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Consensual Sex, First Time, Job/Place-of-work, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Author: wantsomefun, Rating: 89.1, Source: sexstories.com

    I don’t stuff tissues in my bra to make me look bigger. What you saw yesterday is the same thing you see today minus some white cotton and elastic.” She pulled the hem of her shirt down to tighten it against her. “See? Not much there. You know how I eat, but I can’t put on weight. Unless I gain a hell of a lot of it, these little titties are as big as they’re gonna get.” “Boobs aren’t the only thing guys like, Martha.” “No? Seems when they don’t find them on me they go elsewhere.” I laughed. “No, they just get behind you so they can look at your ass.” “What’s wrong with my ass?” “Absolutely nothing whatsoever.” “Oh. Well. Um … thanks, I guess. Now you made me self-conscious about that too.” “Don’t be. It’s a very nice butt.” “Do you really look at it?” “Sometimes. Like I said, our relationship isn’t about that.” “True, but you check out my ass.” “Yeah.” “You’re such a guy.” “Guys look at girls’ asses. So what?” “Nothing, really. Just never thought about you, in particular, looking at my body.” “I don’t mean anything by it.” “I know you don’t. It’s just kinda … I dunno…. Guess we should get back to work.” By lunchtime Friday, we were done with the end wall. I ran for food while she cleaned equipment for the weekend. When I got back, she greeted me with black light and an appetizer. We smoked and then climbed down from the scaffolding to stroll, gobbling burgers and fries and admiring her work from all over the huge empty hall. “Martha, I love it. This place is gonna be far ...
    out.” “Thank you! I made a decision,” she said. “What’s that?” “I’m going shopping this weekend for black lights. I’m getting an apartment off campus this year. The landlord said he doesn’t care what I do as long as it looks ‘normal’ when I move out. If I could, I’d live in the world I’m creating here. Since I can’t, I’ll scale it down for there.” “That’ll be wild.” She sipped her soda. “Would it be weird if I asked you to help me paint my bedroom ceiling?” “I’d like to visit you on campus. Why would that be weird?” “The room’s pretty small. The only way to really look at the ceiling is to lie on your back on the bed.” “Okay.” “It won’t be weird lying on my bed?” “Should it be? We lie on the couch together at our parents’ houses to watch TV. We shared a blanket in the park to watch fireworks. We hang out all the time.” “But now I know you look at my ass.” “Wow. I am so sorry I told you that. Is this gonna stay awkward?” “It’s not so much awkward as it is surprising.” I looked at her critically, even though I knew her well. Her skinniness was saved from being boyish by her lush, wild, dark hair and oddly pretty face. Her cheeks were flat, her nose too small for her big brown eyes, her lips a little thin, but somehow it worked. She really didn’t have anything upstairs, but it hardly mattered with the shape of the rest of her. Impossibly long for her modest height, her slender legs met at a sexy gap in the front and a magnificent little butt in the back. Her torso and shoulders ...
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