Latoya knew that she was in trouble. Her head was swimming and the world felt like it was spinning. She struggled to open her eyes and look around. Then, Latoya tried to rise from the bed, but the spinning effect only worsened.
Latoya lay on the bed recalling the events that had transpired. She remembered going out for a night of dinner and drinks with Fransisco Hugh. Fransisco was the star running back of the university's football team. The night was supposed to be just him and Latoya. She had been excited beyond belief when the football player had asked her out after she asked about him through one of her friends. Instead he brought along Jay Ronsen, the team's quarterback, Tyler Watson, one of the linebackers and Misty Gomez, head cheerleader. When Latoya had seen her, she instantly became jealous and self-conscious.
Misty had the looks of a model, almost 6ft tall, sand-colored complexion, waves of long dark, brown hair, a toned body and a set of breasts most women would die to have.
"She probably weighs like 100 pounds in the shower," Latoya had sneered to herself.
Latoya was ugly by no means. She was very beautiful. Standing at 5'6, with raven black hair, that flowed past her shoulders, Hershey brown skin and Southern-girl thick, Latoya was a looker herself. Her ass was her prize though. Latoya had often heard the off-color jokes that guys made about her ass. Her girlfriends often joked that she had an "Applebottom" ass. It was big, round and firm, the type that could probably fill out a pair of jeans or make a mini-skirt rise up when she walked.
Latoya again tried to sit-up. The world just seemed to spin even more. However Latoya refused to be defeated and struggled until she got herself upright in a seated position. Latoya gulped in air. The assault on her senses gradually slowed, as she continued to stay seated. Finally able to survey her surroundings, Latoya realized that she was in someone's bedroom.
A single, fat, round candle, sitting on a low, unadorned multi-drawer dresser provided the only light in the room. 4 huge pictures of famous football players decorated each wall in the room. Various articles of clothing were strewn about the floor and a football helmet sat on the floor, near a closet.
I must be in one of the boys' apartment, Latoya thought to herself. A wave of nausea washed over her. Latoya put her hand down on the bed to better support herself and was surprised when it moved. Latoya looked down at the bed and realized that she was on a waterbed.
A groggy moaned startled her. Latoya looked around to find, a half-naked Misty laying near the head of the bed, half- naked from the waist up. Latoya stared at Misty's bared breasts, in amazement. The girl's breasts' seemed to be so perfect, almost unreal. Latoya figured that Misty had to be a D-cup at least or more. Her nipples were surrounded by large areoles. Latoya took her eyes off of Misty's breasts and again perused the room. Her hands roamed her body, checking herself. Latoya was still fully clothed. The only thing missing was her purse.
Latoya heard Misty moan again and turned toward her. The girl had rolled over on her side; her breasts were now pointing directly toward Latoya. Latoya watched Misty's legs clench and unclench. One of Misty's hands had found its way down to her mound.
"She's having a wet dream," Latoya giggled, to herself.
"You can touch them if you like."
Latoya turned back toward the sleeping girl.
"I said you can touch them if you like," Misty said with a smile. Her eyes were still closed, but she now had an almost wicked grin on her face. "You've been staring at them for awhile now, so you might as well touch them."
"Naw girl, I ain't down for that lesbian shit."
"Who's talking about lesbians. I said you could feel my breasts. You've been staring at them all night. Guess trying to figure out if they're mine or not."
"Well," Latoya stammered.
"Yes and no," Misty explained matter-of-factly, as she brought her hands up to cup her breasts and tweak her nipples. "Naturally I'm a 38D, but I wanted more so I had'em increased to a 48DD."
"What for," Latoya asked, continuing to stare at Misty's breasts.
"I want to be a professional cheerleader someday and I needed nice firm titties. Plus I figured the bigger the better."
Misty took ahold of Latoya's hand and brought it up to her breasts. They felt soft and warm. Latoya even felt her nipple, recalling that she had once heard that women with implants had hard nipples. Misty's were soft, but were rapidly getting hard.
"Oh girl don't do that," Misty moaned. "That makes me wet and horny."
Latoya snatched her hand away. Her head still felt like it was swimming. She edged away from the buxom cheerleader, shaking her head. She had wondered about a girl-on-girl encounter before, but didn't think that she was ready to try it yet. Not tonight at least. Misty giggled. She rolled over and reached for Latoya.
Latoya smacked Misty's hand away.
"Hey look, I said I don't play that shit," Latoya struggled to hear feet, standing wobbly on her stilettos. The room began to spin again and Latoya fell forward into the bed.
Misty, cat-quick rolled over and pounced on her back, pinning Latoya down on the bed.
"Get off me," Latoya growled. She tried to move, but the movement of the bed and Misty's weight prevented her from moving. Latoya felt her miniskirt being pulled up and a hand massaging her ass.
"Oh girl, you've got a nice soft ass. I've wanted to touch it all night. Damn, its BIG! I know you like it when men smack it as they hit it from the back."
"Bitch if you don't get off me," Latoya warned. "When I get up I'm a whup ya ass!"
"Oh, what's this," Misty said ignoring Latoya's threats. She tugged on part of Latoya's thong. "A g-string?"
Latoya growled when she felt her g-string being tugged at. She continued to try and get Misty off of her. Misty continued to play with Latoya's g-string. Eventually the string buried itself between Latoya's pussy lips. The invasion of the string began to excite her.
Latoya stifled a moan. She was getting excited and wet from Misty playing with her thong. Latoya looked over her shoulder at Misty.
