I was at a party. A typical college party. Beer flowed from kegs and cigarette smoke filled the house. Men all moved about desperately trying to be cool and attractive for the ladies. The ladies moved about in various outfits. One wearing a teeshirt and jeans, one in a tight black dress, another in a halter top and shorts, and with each different outfit there was a different figure.
The girl in a teeshirt was not fat, but full figured with long dark brown hair and large breasts firmly standing underneath her shirt. The girl in the dress was almost her opposite, tiny features, tiny figure, tiny breasts, tiny blue eyes with soft blond hair. The girl in the halter top had a slim figure that curved around her body and lead to firm C-cup breasts, almost popping out of her top. If you could look up, you were drawn to her eyes which called for sex. Whatever the dress and figure, they were all beautiful and sexy.
I laughed. The room longed for sex, but not many of us would have the opportunity. I looked at the empty cup in my hand and turned back to the keg.
Bump. Slosh
"Oh shit, I'm sorry." I hadn't realized that there was a girl right next to me and had bumped into her, spilling her beer on the floor. "Shit, ummm, let me get that."
She didn't say a word, just looked at me. So I looked at her.
She was beautiful. A small body. Long, light brunette, slightly curly hair. A soft face. Deep green eyes. Long lashes. A figure that curved up and down her side, around her tight ass, and along her long legs. She had breasts that were the perfect size for her body, probably a C-cup, firmly pressed together and proudly standing on her chest. She wore a white tank top that showed a little cleavage, a long, brightly colored hippie skirt, and sandals. She was a dream woman.
She didn't say a word, but her eyes washed over me, assessing me.
I didn't know what to do, so I spoke, "I'm really sorry. Do you want a towel? Should I get a towel? I should get a towel."
She took my hand. Her eyes gave me one last sparkle, then she turned, leading me through the crowd.
I didn't know what to do, say, think, so I followed.
Somewhere in that time we had put down our beer cups. I'm not sure when, it all seemed like a dream. We stepped out side where it was cooler and much less crowded. She lead me further away from the house. We walked to a patch of trees and stopped. She looked around for a moment, seeming to consider the spot, then turned to me, the sparkle still in her eyes.
"Hi. Sorry 'bout what happened back there. My name's..."
She put a finger to my mouth and slid her body up to mine. Her head reached the top of my chest. Her other hand slid up my chest, her nails pressing against me through my cloths. Both her hands moved around to the back of my neck and pulled my head down to her lips. We met in a soft, breathy kiss. Her mouth slid down and she lightly bit my lower lip as her body pressed hard against me. My hands reached around and began moving down her back. They reached the top of her skirt. I cupped her hard ass and pulled her toward my crotch. She pressed against me, my cock hard my now. She felt it with her crotch and smiled.
Our kiss was harder now. Our mouths almost fighting with passion as our bodies dry humped against one another. I was biting her ear. Her neck. The top of her chest. She pushed my head down into her cleavage. I kissed the top of her right breast. My hand slid over her tank top to cup her left breast. I could feel the nipple hard and pressing against my hand through her top. I pinched it. She moaned, throwing her head back and pushing my head deeper into her cleavage. I pulled her right breast out of her top. There was no bra and it was a beautiful breast. Creamy and white with a small nipple pointing hard against the cool air. I kissed the side of her breast, the top, the bottom, but carefully avoided her nipple. Every so often I would breath over the top, but never touch it with my lips or tongue. I was still pinching her left nipple this entire time, rubbing her tit with my fingers. Suddenly I cupped her entire left breast and my teeth caught her right nipple. She gasped and her hands left my head, moving down to her crotch. She began to rub herself through her skirt. I raised my head and my hands both shot underneath her shirt, cupping her naked breasts with both hands. Her head flew back, she threw off her shirt, she grabbed my face and pulled me to her lips with one hand, her other hand was still frantically rubbing herself through her skirt.