It was a lonely, boring day. Nothing to do but lie in bed and browse social media. Between all the doom and gloom, there were parties, studies, surveys, hangouts...
The petite, eighteen year-old girl kept browsing with a vacant expression. She'd seen it all. It made her yawn -- stretching her free arm above the headboard, and her toes toward the end of the bed. The browsing resumed when she came back to a rest.
That is, until, she scrolled to a picture of him. The hottest senior in school, by a long shot -- a gym rat, runner, surfer, and total sweetheart. She'd never seen him with his shirt off, but suddenly here he was, at the beach in a group photo. Photos of her classmates outside of class felt like contraband.
She was pretty attractive herself, she thought. Pert breasts, thick ass, bubbly personality, and smart. What would it take to hook up with him, she wondered? She clicked on his profile and perused; no sign of a girlfriend, just a golden smile, broad shoulders, and amazingly toned thighs -- his strongest feature.
She didn't even notice she was biting her lip as her mind gravitated to... naughtier thoughts. With thighs like those, he could probably rail her like a jackhammer. The very idea made her blush, hard, but she couldn't stop thinking about it! He was her favorite fantasy by far.
...
Then it came back. The tightness in her crotch. "Shit," she thought -- she got too worked up!
There was one more "feature" about her, but she wasn't sure how to feel about it yet. Whenever she got turned on, her labia started to swell -- substantially. Well, maybe this is just how sex works -- that's what she assumed until she started to watch porn. Of course, "porn isn't real life", but she noticed how none of the girls' coochies ever got as big as hers. So she tried to keep it to herself, as long as she could. But one day... if she was ever gonna get laid, she'd have to expose herself. Would guys really find it hot? Or would they be afraid?
One thing was for sure, though -- she found it really hot. It never took long for her fears to subside and be replaced with lust.
As she daydreamed, her pussy was tugging at her pants, threatening to burst the seams. It was time to undress. She raised her legs just enough to get a grip on the waistline, but her bulging crotch made it impossible to raise them much higher. She loved the feeling of fabric straining against her sensitive flesh... she hiked her legs further up, just for a second, to squish her lips against her pants one more time. Too long, and it would be painful; just a second, and it sends a jolt of pleasure up her spine every time. She whimpered softly and pulled her pants all the way off, casting them beside the bed. She noticed the faint wet spot where her cunt had been.
There was a full-body mirror across from the bed, which she used briefly to inspect herself. Her innie had already swallowed up much of her panties, making it seem as if she was instead wearing a thong. She peeled them off very slowly, taking in the delicate sensations of cotton departing from her folds. She could feel a strand of girlcum trying to hold the two together, tugging gently on the edge of her labia. She plucked it with her middle digit and teased her glistening slit while pulling her panties all the way down her sleek legs.
Her fingers properly lubed up, she slowly pushed one inside, tracing along her inner walls. The best way she could describe it, is a sticky furnace. Every time she retracted her finger, a wet string would follow. She wondered, sometimes, whether she also got wetter than the average girl, but that would be less obvious. Head leaning back, eyes closed, she pushed two fingers in and went for her g-spot.
The best part of pushing fingers in herself was that her mound was always pushing back. It gave her more room to play with inside, but more importantly, it was a massive erogenous zone that thrust itself against her hand, being constantly brushed up against. Sometimes, once it got really fat, she would go back to rubbing up and down her slit from the outside, stroking both pussy lips with her index and ring fingers. Many women only draw pleasure from the clit, and others just from penetration, but she had the whole thing to look forward to.
That being said, her clit was still the hot-button subject. She pulled her hand out and started rubbing it, tracing rhythmic circles. Tiny moans escaped her lips, cheeks totally flushed. One of the most erotic sensations known to her was the not-so-subtle jiggling of her snatch, whenever she rubbed her clit. It bounced around haphazardly as it swelled up more, drooling girlcum in the process. It grew very red and tender as it pulsed with blood; now even the light breeze from the ceiling fan lapped at her puffed-out pussy. She unconsciously spread her legs apart as much as possible, completely exposing her crotch to the open air as she jilled. With a faint squelch, more grool fell out onto the bed beneath her ass. Her clit twitched lightly and she could feel herself getting ready to cum.
A knock at the door.
