After he signed his name, he quietly walked out, and headed home. That was around a quarter to two in the morning. He could “feel” her. He could feel all of her, seeing as his arm and hands were all over her while he drove home that night. A permanent smile existed on his face as he headed home. As he did, he’d breathe in as if “reliving” all the moments from the evening together.
“Mmmmmm, I loved being with you Karen,” he said aloud. “I got a feeling we’ll do that again too.”
He pulled in and shut off the car. He went inside, took off his shoes once he was in his room, and then he slipped off his pants. He couldn’t get that smile off his face. He still “felt” her all over as he lay on his side as he tried going to sleep.
There was no getting to sleep or so he felt like he couldn’t as he laid on his bed, even with his eyes closed, as he thought about her and their night together. He felt like he easily could go back over to her place and do it all over again and again. He smiled as felt Karen’s soft, shapely, and slightly thicker body all around him.
He did fall asleep, around three in the morning, and slept until around 10:45. His parents were already awake but left him alone while a few calls came in for him on his phone. He didn’t answer his cell phone right away but instead went to say hi to his parents, wishing his mom a happy birthday, and thanking his dad for his help regarding the night before.
“So you had a nice time, did you?” his mom asked.
“Yep, I had a great time mom.”
He went back upstairs and listened to his voice mails. There were two from Angela and one from another friend from college. Angela was asking when he was going to be coming over.
“Hi,” he said to Angela. “What exactly did you want me to do?”
She told him her cousin came into town. She needed some help. She had errands she had to run and a couple of meetings and she requested his help. She asked Spencer if he could show her around. Show her the college, show her the area, and take her to lunch if that was okay with him.
“Sure, I don’t mind,” he told her. “What does she like to do?”
“I really don’t know to be honest but maybe you two can find out?” Angela said.
“This is my cousin, Becki. Becki, this is a good friend of mine, Spencer.”
Becki was a slim but big chested young 18 year old who was looking at colleges and was going to spend the remainder of the month with Angela. With long silky hair and bright brown eyes along with a smile he liked, she appeared to be open to anything he thought as Angela readied herself to take care of her errands and meetings while Spencer spent the day entertaining her.
They talked. Things went well. Then the two left on a tour of the town. He did it all. He drove around, she listened, but it appeared to him she had some unusual curiosities.
“So do you have a girlfriend?” she said.
“Huh me?” he said. “Oh uhhh no” he told her.
She liked that but he didn’t see her smile when he replied to her question.
“I would think you do,” she told him. “I mean you’re a good looking guy. I think you are at least.”
He thought that was a strange remark but liked that she said it. “Well uhhh thank you.”
For whatever reason, as he drove, he looked over at her. “Do you have a boyfriend?”
“I did,” she said. “Not any longer. I mean, not with college coming up.”
They talked a little more about that and went to lunch. They talked, she asked questions about him and his personal life, and finally they ventured out to the college. They drove through it but as far as she was concerned she did not care about the college as much as she did about him and what he was into.
At about 4:30, he headed back to Angela’s place. He was going to drop her off but she still wasn’t home. Becki didn’t mind. She loved being alone with him. He was only a few years older, he was cute in her opinion, and she thought maybe he was possibly willing to goof around with her. She wasn’t sure of that but who knew for sure.
And as far as she knew, Angela was tied up until around 8pm.
“Care to order in?” she said.
She suggested pizza or to her it didn’t really matter.
“I’ll order,” he told her. “What do you like on your pizza?”
She told him, he ordered, and of course being the gentleman that he was he paid for it too. She really liked this guy. He was as sweet as ever. He appeared to be open to anything she thought. She talked and talked and he answered and answered. Everything was going really well. She was sprite and cute and for only an 18 year old girl, she was kind of sexy in her own way. Especially with all her adorable physical features he told himself and that did include her tits too.
He had to admit, for a girl as skinny and curvy as she was, she sure had a nice body. She sure had a set of really, really nice boobs too.
“I’ve got a question,” she said. “I mean, while were waiting and all. Do you think I have nice looking boobs?”
The question floored him. It caught him off guard. He never would have said a word about them seeing as she is Angela’s cousin. He wasn’t sure how to answer her.
“Uhhhhhh, I’m not sure uhhh how to answer your question” he replied.
She smiled, cupped her boobs without touching them at all, and looked down over them. “Do you think I have nice looking boobs?”
His eyes dropped. She was smiling when they did. He quickly looked at them but without delay looked right back into her eyes. Hell yes you have nice tits, he thought. I mean they are big and when I say big I mean big. They’re huge Becki.
She liked her tits. She always liked her tits. She knew they were big and she was proud of them too. She always wore a top which enhanced their features. Singlets or even tight sweaters, it didn’t matter because whatever she wore she always intended to enhance her body’s attributes.
“I guess so” he replied.
He watched her react and once she did he saw the huge smile increase even more.
“I like them too” she added.
All he did was nod his head.
“Guys always want to feel them” she went on to tell him.
“Hmmm, do they?” he asked.
“Yep, they sure do,” she said. “Do you? Would you like to touch my boobs too?”
He switched gears, promptly. “Soooo Becki, what do you want to major in?”
“Awwww, you don’t want to talk about me or umm my tits anymore? I’d show them to you, kind of if you wanted to see them. I mean I’d leave my bra on but you’d still be able to kind of see them better” she went on to say, without any reservations.
He felt warm, a lot warmer in fact as she sat across from him, and smiled right into his eyes. He felt as if he could easily do what she asked of him once he heard her tell him to do it.
Did he want to see her boobs? Hell yes he wanted to see them! Hell yes he wanted to touch all over as well! What guy wouldn’t? Her boobs were healthy. Her boobs were well rounded. Her boobs were easily two big ass tits he told himself. He knew he wanted to do more then see them.
He knew it for sure.
“No, I uh, I can’t do that Becki. I mean it. I’m, I’m not like that at all” he lied.
“Oh, sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to uhhh put you on the spot or anything. I’m sorry.”
“Ohhhhhh no, no that’s okay,” he said as he swiftly looked at them again. “It’s alright. I mean it. Girls will do that sometimes, I think.”
She giggled and said she understood. She was one of those girls. She knew it and he did too. He would happily do it with her. She wished he would. All of a sudden the doorbell rang. The pizza was there.
Thank god, he told himself.
They sat and ate and talked, a little, but he wished it was closet to eight in the evening. It was only six. He had two hours to kill but then she said something interesting.
“You know something.