I could see her beautiful C-cup breasts – impossibly firm and perky – but her areolas and nipples were hidden. I groaned. I already knew what they looked like. I had seen them so many times that the image of them was burned into my brain – but I longed to see them once again.
She worked her tight shorts off of her hips to reveal a matching pair of blood-red boy-shorts. Her mouth-watering ass cheeks peeked out of the bottom. God, how I wanted to gnaw on her ass!
Although I never saw Lilith lying in the sun, she always had the most amazing tan. I knew from experience that she had no tan-lines. Wherever it was that she sunbathed, she did it nude.
She stood before me in her sexy panty-set and her matching socks. She waited until my eyes had fully devoured her luscious form before she proceeded. Johnny didn’t notice the delay, his eyes (and brain) remained lust-fogged.
I knew, from talking to the others, that he would remember this day as the most enjoyable of his life. He would forever insist that Lilith was the most amazingly beautiful woman in the world. He would fondly refer to their joining as the best pussy he’d ever fucked.
My temptress effortlessly reached behind her back to unhook her bra. She bit her lower lip as she eased the straps off of her shoulders and I finally got to see those captivating nipples. They always looked hard enough to cut through steel.
I found myself licking my lips. I looked up to see her smiling. It almost looked like she wanted me to bite them as much as I wanted to bite them. I wondered if it was just lust-fog, coloring my thoughts. I was sure that my eyes looked just like Johnny’s.
Her fingertips worked at the waistband of her boy-shorts, teasing them down, slowly revealing her bare mons and her tight slit. She was always shaved bare. Always. No stubble. No razor-burn.
I knew, also, how flawlessly pink she was inside. I knew how impossibly pristine her inner lips, her clitoris, and her vaginal entrance looked. After fucking a dozen of our classmates, her vulva and pussy looked like they had never been touched. My breath caught in my throat as she stroked a fingertip down her slit while pulling her panties away.
I wanted to touch her, to taste her, to devour her, to mount her, to fuck her. I wanted it so badly. She was slowly tearing my resolve away. Each time we went through this – as she fucked another of my friends and classmates – she wore me down a little more. I knew I couldn’t resist her much longer – no matter how much I had promised myself that I would wait for my true love.
She snaked a fingertip through her trench, once more, brought it to her mouth, and sucked it clean.
“I wish this was your cock,” she told me, quietly, as she pulled the glistening digit from her lips and held it in front of her face.
I nearly came in my pants.
Still looking at me, she removed Johnny’s clothes. She turned him sideways on the bed and got him onto his back – with him looking away from me. His cock was standing tall, anxious for what was coming. Johnny didn’t know what that was – but I did.
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