Kayley was nearly skipping with joy as she and her friends walked into the music festival, huge grins plastered on their faces.
"Are you feeling it, Kayley?" her roommate Emily said with a knowing grin, eyes sparkling, brushing her dirty blonde hair behind her ear with a forearm wrapped in bright plastic kandy raver bracelets.
"I think so, yeah!" Kayley said, beaming. "The music sounds AMAZING all the sudden... and my skin feels all tingly... and every time I stretch a muscle it feels... oooooh!"
She closed her eyes in delight, letting out a sigh of pure bliss as she raised her arms above her head, "Soooo gooood!"
Emily laughed and darted over to hug Kayley tight. Her touch felt like an electric shock of pleasure, tingles reverberating from her warm arms around Kayley's neck. "I'm so glad you came, Kay!"
Kayley clasped Emily in her arms and the two friends hugged tight. "I'm so glad I came too, Em."
She almost hadn't. Kayley had always been shy, never one for loud concerts or crazy parties. Growing up in a small town in the midwest, in a religious family, these things weren't really part of her culture. You were expected to graduate high school, get a working class job, and pop out a few kids by your mid-twenties.
But Kayley wanted something different, something more. And that's why she was so excited to get to go off to college, flying across the country to become a freshman at UCLA.
Before moving to Westwood, Kayley had resolved herself not to do a lot of drinking or partying. She was here to study, after all, to prepare herself for something better than the life she'd left behind.
But her roommates were so fun to hang out with that her resolve began to weaken. She got so envious when they all came back from Bruin Bash or a frat row party drunk and happy and gushed to her about how much fun they'd had, the friends they'd made, the cute boys they'd kissed.
Kayley had kissed a boy once. But nothing more than that. She was eighteen now, and it felt like she was only one she knew who hadn't had sex yet.
She was 5'5" and chubby, and she didn't have a lot of self-confidence about how she looked. She was big but not flabby, her chub filling out smooth curves nearly free of stretch marks or cellulite, blessed with those rare and exceptionally fertile genes that distributed her fat disproportionately to her thighs, breasts, ass, and beautifully tumescent little round tummy. Her wide child-bearing hips, thick thighs, and pudgy little belly jiggled as she walked, but she kept them hidden behind loose high-wasted jeans. Her enormous, round 38DD melon breasts were surprisingly firm and perky, with light areolas and thick pink nipples pointing upward, but she habitually hid them underneath a one-size-too-big dark blue UCLA sweatshirt. Even her long, silky brown hair was locked into a ponytail most of the time.
She just couldn't believe anyone could look at her fertility-goddess body and feel desire. That just wasn't what the hot boys wanted these days.
She yearned to be like the cute skinny girls she bunked with. Emily and Hannah we so fun to be around, and unlike the bitchy cliquey girls at her high school, they were actually nice to her.
This could be a fresh start, she'd thought, if only she could muster the nerve to put herself out there.
And so, even though it was only her second week of classes, Kayley had decided to cross the Rubicon and tag along with the others at her coed dorm to a music festival, and she'd nodded along when they'd asked her if she wanted them to pick her up some ecstasy pills. She'd gone out shopping with her roommates and bought the tight black lacy top they recommended, and the daisy duke jean shorts. She'd gulped the thick pressed ecstasy pill, a pink Snapchat logo stamped into it, in the backseat of Emily's old Hyundai halfway between Los Angeles and San Bernardino. And as the roll began to kick into high gear, she walked arm in arm with them through the music festival gates.
Kayley's hips swayed and her bulging breasts strained against her black lace top in the dim light of the distant stages, and the sweat glistened on her gently bouncing curves. She'd felt awkward in this sexy outfit that showed off her big boobs at first, but the rising MDMA roll was making the nervousness start to melt away. A big smile formed dimples in her cute chubby cheeks. Her eyes were wide open and sparkling, pupils obscenely dilated to dinner-plate width.
Oh my god, she thought, this is it. I'm rolling.
Hard. Really... fucking... hard.
As the group arrived at one of the main festival stages and began to post up toward the back-middle of the crowd, a surge of warmth rose up through her spine and cascaded across her skull. Taking her place in the circle of dorm friends, she tilted her head back, closed her eyes, inhaled deep, and then exhaled. Tingles of pleasure reverberated up and down her body.
Walking up beside her, a boy leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear. It was Chris, one of the guys from the adjoining suite in her dorm. He'd tagged along with the group.
"Hey Kay! You look like you're rolling!"
She smiled wide. Wow! He was... soooo... cute? How... how hadn't she noticed before?
They'd only talked briefly, once or twice... and now he was... singling her out, talking to her, his hand on the small of her back? Her mind was sloshing with serotonin and spinning with a surge of emotion.
"Hey Chris! Yeah, it really feels... amazing!" she blurted out, cheeks flushed and eyes bright.
He grinned back at her warmly. "Yeah I think so too!"
For a moment they just looked at each other. He was a little awkward, she thought, but then again, so was she. It just made him cuter, she thought.
"So," he blurted out, "you... want a massage?"
Wow, she thought. Chris was cute. Like... really really cute. At least five foot ten, dark brown hair, thinner but athletic build. He could have been a popular kid at her high school. And here she was, this little chubby girl. And he wanted to give HER a massage?
That was so kind, so sweet of him. I mean, of COURSE she had to say yes to this cute boy who wanted to make her feel good.
A thrill of fear and hope rose in her chest. What if this... led somewhere? She'd never had a boyfriend before... maybe that could change.
For some reason, it felt like tonight was a convergence of destiny. Like it would change the course of her whole life.
"Oh my god, YES," she squealed up at the tall boy, her jaw vibrating uncontrollably and her pupils wiggling in anticipation, "I bet that will feel SO good!"
She grinned as she spun around and brushed her brown hair away from her shoulders.
Chris smirked. "I think you'll like this then, Kay. Just relax," he said.
His strong hands rested on Kayley's shoulders and began to slowly, deliberately knead her shoulder muscles.
Kayley gasped sharply.
Ohhhhh fuuuuuuuuuck...
this felt so...
fucking...
incredible...
The speakers blared a low rumble as the house music bass drop kicked in, and another fat load of serotonin gushed into her overstimulated synapses. An unbearable, undeniable gravity made her want to touch him, to trust him, to surrender to the feelings of love welling up inside her.
It felt so natural, so good.
As Chris's fingers dug into her back, the music swelled. Kayley closed her eyes, sighed in contentment, and leaned back against Chris's chest. Her breasts straining against her blouse, heaving as she panted with pleasure, her nipples hardening through the thin material.
As the music pulsed across the crowd, Kayley and Chris swayed to the beat, their bodies intertwined. As he worked her shoulders, she brought her hands up to idly play with her torso, running her fingers across her belly, tracing lines around the button. The dim light of the stage lights against the night sky highlighted the sweat glistening on her skin.
Finally, her finished and then said, smiling, "How was that, Kay?"
With a sigh, she spun around and beamed up at him.
God, he was cute. And he was SO nice to give her a massage, it felt SO SO good.
He was incredible. And beautiful. A trail of cunt juice began to lazily drool from her engorging labia and pool in her panties.
"Oh my god, thank you so much, Chris! That was AMAZING. Jeez, I'm rolling so hard." Kayley exclaimed, her voice barely above the music but full of excitement.
Chris grinned. "I know, right? This is so great!" He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear.
Kayley hugged him, her face inches from his. He was so warm. God, it felt so good to be pressed against a hot boy like this. Her thoughts were spiraling in his arms. This might really be the start of something special.
"I'm so glad we're here together," she said softly, her eyes shining and glazed over.
Her lips were parted slightly, and her eyes darted to his lips briefly. She could feel their hot breath on her face. It made her shiver with delight, with possibility.
Chris's hands rested on her hips, guiding her movements as they swayed, dancing close like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"It's like nothing else matters but this moment," she breathed softly.
Their lips got closer and closer.
They were almost touching now.
She could feel his hot breath.
She parted her plump lips and began to close her eyes, and--
