Mountains of gratitude to honeywldcat for her editing of this entire series.
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Magic.
That was the only explanation. The outfit she was wearing was an affront to physics, leaving magic as the only possible explanation.
The long skirt came down to mid shin, and flowed around her like water. It was the waistline that was staggering. It started high on her hips and plunged down to a point that stopped what I gauged to be an inch and a half from the top of her pussy. The back wasn't much better, matching the front in that it came down to a point stopping just above the crack of her ass.
The shirt she must have found as part of a slutty schoolgirl outfit. It was a wispy white thing she tied under her breasts and refused to wear a bra. This was Danielle's new summer attire for lounging around the house.
And it was driving me absolutely crazy. When I needed to concentrate, out of the corner of my eye, I would see her lounging and half the blood used for thinking would flow from one head to the other, serving only to tighten my shorts. It was absolute torture. "But Toby! Your hot girlfriend is walking around the house in revealing clothing, it can't be that bad!" That's what I thought, especially when she first put it on one morning after her shower.
I was sitting in bed, doing god knows what when she plopped her head down into my lap, lying lengthwise on her back in front of me.
"Hi!" She smiled upside-down at me.
"Hi." I said back down to her, returning the smile. I ran my hands into her wet hair and gently massaged her scalp.
"Mmmm." She mewled. "Like my new outfit?" I studied the previously described Cock-Stiffener-o-matic of an outfit she had on.
"Yeah, where did you even find it?"
"At a thrift store," she closed her eyes at my scalp massaging. "It's so cool and comfy."
"Even the top?"
"Especially the top," she said with a small smile. "Here." She took my hands and slid them over her shoulders and down the front of the shirt to freely fondle those amazing mounds of flesh. "See? There's plenty of room."
Without further ado, I began to shamelessly feel her up. Her breasts were still warm and slightly damp from the shower. Each nipple stiffened into my palm as she let out an appreciative sigh.
"I don't know whether I like your hands more where they were or where they are." She practically hummed in pleasure.
"I like them where they are." I said honestly, matching her teasing tone. I took each nipple between my fingers and began to gently twist and tug, feeling each one plump even more with her arousal.
She was right about there being plenty of room in the top though. I could massage each and every inch of her gorgeous breasts from my current position as if she had been wearing nothing at all. At the same time, however, when she stood up, I could feel that the fabric would offer enough support not to need a bra.
"If you keep that up, I can't be responsible for my actions." She breathed deeply, squirming before me.
"Oh you can't, can you?" I teased, twisting each nipple and then grabbing a handful of sensitive girl-flesh. "What might you do?"
"I might throw you down and sit on your face." She squirmed. "I might climb on top of you and ride you. OR I just might come right here." She threatened.
"Those all sound like pretty good options to me." I smiled. I had her boobs in my hands; little else mattered to me. Sure, she was getting aroused by my fondling, but that wasn't as important to my conscious as much as the fondling itself.
Her squirming increased, thrusting her chest out in an effort to press her boobs harder into my hands. Her head twisted from side to side, her mouth opening and closing in pleasure. She was on the brink of an orgasm and I just couldn't quite do it for her with just the fondling.
