Livvie

“You heard her,” Heather said, sliding down me, kneeling on the ground between my feet. “She wants me to celebrate my boyfriend’s birthday.” She tugged on my belt, unclasping my fly.

Tracey

She’s nervous, studying the small table between us, our beers sitting there, foam swirling in the amber liquid. “Tracey, look,” she says, “Obviously this isn’t something I’d ask just anyone, and if you say ‘no,’ that’s ok. I’m not even sure if this is a good idea. But you just seemed...” she gestures at me, at my floral print dress, my slender torso, “I don’t know, like you’d be cool with it.”

Brooklyn

Brooklyn eyes herself in her bedroom mirror, making sure her nipples poke through the thin pink t-shirt, that her red hair spills just-so down over her shoulders. She bites her lip and mediates on the basic white panties she has on. She decides to remove them. She replaces them with tight gray shorts, pulling them up taut, and is pleased to see how they hug her legs and cling to the shape of her puffy pussy, letting its outline show through.

Shayla

Cedric notices my regard and winks at me. He pulls Shayla onto his lap, his groping taking a more direct turn. His one hand pinches her nipples while his other slips under her waistband, making the crotch of her pants bulge and flutter as his fingers work on her.