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Thursday, July 28th 2016: 10:35 PM:

These feelings were completely out of control; my skin felt hot, I felt so giggly and my heart felt as if it was pounding right out of my chest! I didn't know what I was doing - I mean, I knew that it was wrong and I knew that I was probably going to regret doing something so stupid, but at the same time, this was probably the most fun I had in a long time, if ever! You know that feeling that the weight of the world was off your shoulders? Well, I felt like that! I giggled like a schoolgirl when this notorious college senior took me by the hand, and guided me upstairs. People of course whistled, seeing me the bombshell blondie in just my polka dot white panties and orange top. "You ready to get silly, my big titty Vikki?" he said with such a hot grin and I couldn't help but grin too. He was soooo hot...but I'm saying that in a platonic way of course! I wasn't about to cheat on my boyfriend; I just wanted to get a little more loose.

"Uhuh!" I answered simply, smiling as he closed the door behind us and guided me towards the bed. With that video camera in hand, he lied down on the tidy mattress before motioning me to get on top of him. I didn't mind and I quickly got to it, grinning to the point where my cheeks were hurting. His free hand caressed my thigh, feeling my soft skin and squeezing it so slightly. Mmm...oh Lord that felt so good!

...

"So, what's your name?" he asked simply.
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"You know who I am, silly!" I replied with a giggle.

*SPANK*​

He gave me a quick slap to my tush and I gasped loudly, ignoring how that made my butt cheek tingle. Again, he grinned as he played with my underwear, tracing along its edges...

"Answer the question, sexy!"​
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"Vikki! Vikki West!" I answered quickly. His hand tapping my right butt cheek, making the supple flesh jiggled so slightly.

"So, Vikki West...Do you have a boyfriend?" he then asked, with another smile. Slowly, his fingers pinched at the material in between both my butt cheeks. He pulled it slightly, making me feel the material accumulate between them, giving me a bit of a wedgie and forming it into a thong! It felt so naughty....that the sheer rush I got made me give out a soft moan while my mouth formed an perfect 'O' shape.
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"Y-Yes!" I said quickly, trying to snap out of these thoughts...
"Have you ever let a guy touch you before?"
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"N-No..." I admitted hesitantly. I swear, if Johnathan were to see this video, he'd freak! Good thing that this sexy man said that it was just for him!
"Are you going to go wild right now?"
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"Yes!"
"Great! Now bounce those big titties for me!" he practically yelled!
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Sure, I made funny faces while doing it, and sure, I tried to convince myself that it was just for fun...but I knew that look he was giving me. I knew that look in his eyes that were brimming with pure, sinful lust while his gaze was fixed on that big pile of underboob that this short top gave out. At this moment, I knew where this was probably going to end up...

...and I sure hoped that these walls were soundproof!

...

So how did a good girl like me end up in this situation? Let me take you back a few days ago when I just moved to these parts...

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http://i.imgur.com/K1b8Kee.jpg

Name: Vikki West
Age: 18
Height: 5'7"
Cup size: 38G

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Sunday, July 24th 2016: 11:00 AM:

I didn't know what to expect when I moved to Chicago. I didn't know anything about college life, or about big city life. After all, I came from a simple small town down in Georgia, where the town population was probably just a fraction of this place. Thank God that I wasn't alone; my sweet boyfriend Ryan was moving to the same city as me and although we were going to different colleges (he was accepted to the University of Chicago and I was accepted to the City College of Chicago), there was comfort knowing that I wasn't alone.

...Well, except for today, which was moving day. Unless you can count the countless other Freshmen moving in as company. As if.

I'm not going to give you the impression that Ryan didn't want to help - it just so happened that he was moving in on the same day as me, and his dorm was all the other way of the city. So, given that I don't have a roommate yet, I was kind of stuck trying to move all my belongings by myself.

So here I was, trying to bring a box upstairs when suddenly an older guy decided to help me.
"Let me give you a hand." he said simply, his hands touching mine as he helped me carry that box into my room.
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Grateful as I've ever been, I quickly answered "Oh my god, thank you!"

Although I didn't know it at the time, he was also helping himself with a view down my top or that he was already planning his next move...


Out of character: Heya! I need a very dominant, perverted male to co-write with me. If you're interested, please let me know with a quick PM. Thank you! :)
 
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I strolled down the sidewalk past the freshman dorms. As expected, there were dozens of parked cars stuffed to the gunwales with clothes, books, and bedding. Freshman moving day had arrived.

Most of the student body wouldn't arrive till next week. The University always moved the first years in early for orientation. Those of us upperclassmen already in town generally gave the area a wide berth to avoid all the traffic and clueless freshmen.

Not me, though. I always showed up for freshman move-in. For my oversexed libido, it was a target rich environment.

The method was so easy that I was always surprised more guys didn't try it. Girls always brought a ton of stuff to college, so all I had to do was offer to help. Carrying a few boxes made me seem like a good guy and the bulge of my biceps didn't hurt either. The first day in a new city made them eager to make a connection, so I'd soon talk them into meeting up again later. I'd do a friendly tour of campus plus a bit of playing on that loneliness of being away from home; next thing you know, she's opening up everything to me.

Of course, you had to know what to look for. Any girl moving in with guy helping her was a definite write-off; dads, brothers, and boyfriends would smell the predator in me immediately and move to intercept. Girls with just a mother or sister were hit or miss: some encouraged their daughter/sister getting attention from a hunky upperclassman, while others just wanted to cockblock me.

The best were the ones on their own. A girl emptying a car out by herself was both lonely and tired. That made for easy pickings.

I could scarcely believe my luck this time, though. Most freshman girls are plenty cute enough, but the blonde wrestling a cardboard box out of her car a dozen yards in front of me was a stone cold fox. Her shapely ass strained at her shorts as she bent low into the trunk and hauled out the box. It was all I could do not to leer as she half-turned towards me and revealed a truly mammoth pair of beautiful breasts filling out her top. This one I had to have.

"Let me give you a hand," I opened, hefting the box easily out of her grasp. I smiled as she tilted her chin up to meet my gaze. "I'm Travis. Welcome to campus. Which room are you in?"
 
"Let me give you a hand," the stranger said, easily taking the box out of my hands before introducing himself with a smile "I'm Travis. Welcome to campus. Which room are you in?"

"Oh my god, thank you!" I replied, before matching his smile with one of my own. I struggled a bit, only this time not with the weight of my things, but not knowing what to do. I mean, it felt rude not helping with my own things, so I tried to find things to carry over with him; feeling my tight khaki shorts hugging my butt as I bent over to do so. I carried maybe one small box with a lamp sticking out awkwardly, as I finally introduced myself "I'm Vikki, it's so nice to meet you Travis!"

Now we were heading up the stairs and after not too long, we reached the third floor. That's when I added "My place is right to the third door to the right. Room...3221, I think."

I didn't sound too sure because I stopped by my room maybe like...once. Thankfully, we didn't barge into another stranger's dorm room. Now with my things placed in my small room, I thanked this jock looking man. "Thanks again, you're a life saver. Do you like around here?"
 

“I live at the Tri-Delt house," I replied. "You should definitely drop by later this week. We always throw a party for the incoming first years."

Ordinarily I steered my prospects away from the frat house. Much as I liked my fraternity brothers, I didn't need the competition. I liked to keep my own little harem to myself.

But I already had a sense about Vikki. There was a hint of vulnerability about her. If I could only find a way to exploit it. . . .

I pondered on the idea while assisting Vikki with another trip to the car. I also used the opportunity to admire her shapely form. She had curves for miles from pretty much every vantage point. I could feel my libido start to strain at its leash just watching her ass sway back and forth as she climbed the stairs ahead of me.

Whereupon it hit me: what were the odds of this beauty being single? Pretty damn low in my estimation. So why was she here all by herself?

"Seems like a lot of work for you to do all this moving by yourself," I observed. "Didn't your boyfriend want to come help?"

 
“I live at the Tri-Delt house. You should definitely drop by later this week. We always throw a party for the incoming first years."

A frat house? I thought about it for a second, but I wasn't sure if it was such a good idea. Those places normally had lots of alcohol and it would be really awkward for me to go to that kind of place if I wasn't going to drink much. But then again, I doubt anyone would be shoving drinks down my throat if I go after the party, right?

"Thanks, I'd love too." I said with a smile.

Travis was really nice to help me with all of this; I mean, how often does a random stranger come by and help you move? Thankfully there wasn't too many things left and we made just a few more trips.

"Seems like a lot of work for you to do all this moving by yourself," he said, before asking "Didn't your boyfriend want to come help?"

I paused for a minute, hoping the fact that I wasn't single wasn't about to make things awkward. I finally replied "Oh, well he's busy moving to his place right now. We can't exactly help each other out because we go to different colleges and all..."
 
I resisted the urge to grin. That she was into guys was a definite plus; most girls found my chiseled physique and baby blues appealing, but even my powers of seduction failed against lesbians.

That she had a boyfriend was hardly a concern. If he didn't attend this school, then he might as well he on a different continent.

"Oh, that's too bad," I demurred. "Relationships are tough when you're apart like that. You're here on your own and he's off doing who knows what with who knows whom. . . ."

I trailed off to give her doubts time to surface. I'd given her just the slightest hint that her relationship might not be rock solid. A little crack in her confidence was all I needed.

"Of course, I'm sure you guys will be fine," I continued. Having planted that seed of doubt, I didn't want her to dwell on it. Let it tug away in her subconscious for a few days.

I kept Vikki focused on the move, chatting about random tidbits for the next half hour till her half of the room was stacked with boxes. "Well, that's everything," I declared. "Guess I better leave you to unpack alone. I'm sure a pretty girl like you has all sorts of frilly unmentionables you don't want me getting my hands on . . . unless, of course, you do." I ended my words with a mischievous wink to let her know that I was (mostly) kidding.

"Here, I'll leave you my number," I continued. "When you get settled and have some free time, give me a ring. I'll show you around."
 
"Oh, that's too bad. Relationships are tough when you're apart like that. You're here on your own and he's off doing who knows what with who knows whom. . . ."

Now what was that supposed to mean? He didn't know Ryan and had no idea what our relationship was like. I mean...sure he hadn't texted me or anything, but that was just because he was busy. I guess that I should call him later or something...

"Of course, I'm sure you guys will be fine," he continued, making me relax a little. I nodded in agreement and tried to push the worry that maybe this wouldn't be good for our relationship out of my head.

For the next half hour or so, we continued moving my things. I had to admit, Travis was pretty well built. I mean so was Ryan, it's just that this guy looked like he went to the gym a whole lot. Some of these boxes would have taken me forever trying to carry them to my place.

"Well, that's everything," he said, snapping me out of my thoughts "Guess I better leave you to unpack alone. I'm sure a pretty girl like you has all sorts of frilly unmentionables you don't want me getting my hands on . . . unless, of course, you do." he said staring at me with his deep blue eyes, before giving me a wink.

I giggled and playfully slapped his arm. "Yeah, right."

"Here, I'll leave you my number. When you get settled and have some free time, give me a ring. I'll show you around."

"Will do!" I replied, typing down his number on my cellphone. "See you around, Travis!"

...

Well, that left me cleaning up my small room by myself - which honestly didn't take too long. I was kind of exhausted from the stress, moving and all. That being said, the rest of my day was pretty uneventful. I was sure to call my boyfriend and ask how he was doing - of course, he didn't answer until like four hours later (which didn't help the slight worry I got from Travis' comment). I tried to push my worries aside and got some sleep instead.

..I woke up the next morning feeling a bit more energized. I did my usual morning routine (albeit in a completely unfamiliar place); I ate, took a shower and changed into fresh clothes. That's when I remembered Travis' offer and called him at around 12PM.

"Hey Travis? It's me, Vikki." I said through the phone "Are you still free to show me around campus?"
 
After my morning efforts with Vikki, I continued my assistance of single freshman females in the other dorms for a few more hours. I returned back to my room dusty and sweaty after making dozens of trips carrying boxes.

Still, my efforts had not been in vain. After flirting with a baker's dozen of cute first years, I figured about five of them were strong prospects. Of those, two led the pack: Vikki and Nari. Both had slamming bodies, though Vikki was a tall blonde straight out of a Beach Boys song while Nari was a petite Asian who barely topped 5'. More importantly, both had a subtle vulnerability to them. Vikki wasn't nearly as confident about her relationship with her boyfriend as she wanted to be. Nari was a student from South Korea; despite a strong command of the English language, she definitely was feeling a bit lonely being away from home. Each of these was something I could potentially exploit for my libido's benefit.

Vikki was the first to call me the following day, so she edged into the lead. "Hey Travis? It's me, Vikki. Are you still free to show me around campus?"

"Let me see," I replied. I did actually have a few things to get done, but mostly I found it helpful to signal that I was not at her beck and call. It's always good to convey dominance early.

"Sure," I replied after a short interval. "I could hook up with you around 1. Meet me by the fountain in front of the liberal arts building." I paused, then added. "Dress lightly. It's going to be pretty hot this afternoon."
 
"Let me see," he said, pausing himself as if he was thinking about it.

Well, I was thinking about it too. I wondered if this was a good idea; I didn't tell my boyfriend that I was about to spend some time with another guy. Hell, I didn't tell Ryan about Travis at all. I figured that it was normal that I would hang out with new people but, I don't know, that I was somehow keeping something away from him?

"Sure I could hook up with you around 1. Meet me by the fountain in front of the liberal arts building."
"Sure thing!" I replied.
"Dress lightly. It's going to be pretty hot this afternoon."
"Yeah, I noticed. Will do!"

Well, looks like my long sleeve wasn't the best pick. So, I went ahead and wore a light blue top and a pair of denim shorts. The top was a bit too revealing for my taste (it showed some deep cleavage and a hint of my pink bra), but he said it was hot right? That being said, I hurried off and arrived at the building at about 12:55 to wait for him. Better early than late, I always say.
 
I met Vikki on time as we had arranged. She was there already, rocking slightly on her heels as she waited. I wore the standard college summer attire: T-shirt with the school logo on it and khaki shorts. I waved hello as I approached. "Hey, Vikki."

I made sure to give her a thorough looking over after my greeting. Girls that hot expect guys to notice them, so I'd have been conspicuous had I tried to ignore her.

I allowed myself a little mental grin as I noted her choice of outfits. Her neckline was a bit low for her choice of bras, showing a hint of pink from each of the cups. I doubted the subtle display was accidental; Vikki didn't strike me as a woman who dressed in the dark. Moreover, the bit of pink looked like lace, so this wasn't some well-worn sports bra; she'd picked something from the fancier section of her underwear drawer. A girl wouldn't dress this way around "just a friend"; on some level - perhaps not even a fully conscious one - Vikki wanted me to be attracted to her.

"Let's start off with the academic buildings," I suggested. I put my arm behind her and guided her forward. I kept my hand low, at the small of her back. That close to her lower body was obviously more intimate than a hand between her shoulder blades, but it wasn't like I was copping a feel. I edged up the line just enough to be potentially flirty without actually being aggressive enough to cause offense.
 
"Hey, Vikki." he said, nonchalantly as he approached me.
"Oh hey Travis!" I replied back, trying to seem as nonchalant as him.

Truth be told, I was kinda excited to see him. Maybe it was the fact that I didn't know anyone, or maybe I just sorta found him attractive. I mean, don't tell Ryan that. But it was natural to think that someone was good looking right? I wasn't doing anything wrong. We were just...hanging out! As I was sure Ryan was doing with some people at his dorm room.

"Let's start off with the academic buildings," he suggested. He started to guide me around campus with his hand on my back. I wondered if his touch meant something? We could have just as easily guided me without making any sort of physical contact, so was this flirting? Maybe I'm just overthinking all of this.

"So, um...where should we start?" I asked simply, smiling at him. "Most of my classes are going to be in the arts building, so maybe we should start there?"
 
While our university was not a particularly large school, our campus tour took two hours and change to complete. I took Vikki past the academic areas, the various places to get food, the dorms, the athletic facilities - everything. Even my legs were feeling a bit tired from all the stairs when we finished.

I made sure to save a trip to "Greek Street" - the row of fraternity and sorority houses - until the end. "And this one here is mine," I said pointing to the Tri-Delt logo over the main entrance. "Let me show you inside."

Unlike the usual stereotype from the movies, our house didn't look like a bomb had gone off. Part of the standing rules required through common areas to be kept reasonably tidy. Of course, it helped that only a few of us were currently in residence; most of the brothers wouldn't be arriving till tomorrow.

I led Vikki through the house and into the backyard. "It's pretty plain right now," I explained. "But we'll make it look nice for the mixer at the end of the week. You'll should definitely stop by."

"You know, after all that walking, I bet your legs could use a break." I nodded my head in the direction of the the jacuzzi just off the back porch. "How about a soak in the hot tub? I bet I can even dig up a swimsuit for you."
 
After a whole lot of walking around campus and doing some sight-seeing (well, not so much for him, I guess Travis knew these parts like the back of his hand), we ended up in front of his fraternity building. It wasn't too shabby; at least, not as shabby as I thought it was going to be.

From the outside, it seemed fairly renovated (although maybe not as modern as my building, but hey it was a fraternity house). "Let me show you inside." he said, leading me inside. There wasn't too much to see in the house; a few plain rooms, bedrooms, staircase - you know, ordinary house things. I followed him through the backyard, right as he said:

"You know, after all that walking, I bet your legs could use a break."

That was true. The walk around campus was pretty exhausting - and the heat most definitely didn't help. My long legs ached slightly and some resting sounded pretty good. But the resting I had in mind wasn't exactly the same as the kind Travis was thinking of.

"How about a soak in the hot tub? I bet I can even dig up a swimsuit for you."

I bit my bottom lip at the thought; just us two, in a hot tub? Wasn't that a little too much? Then again, maybe it would feel good...for my legs, I mean. There was nothing wrong with going in a hot tub with a guy...right?

Hesitantly, I nodded and said "Sure, if you can find a swim suit for me. But how?
 
"Sure, if you can find a swim suit for me. But how?

I tried to keep the predatory intent out of my smile. Vikki had acceded to my suggestion with nary an objection. If I could get her out of her clothes and into a bikini, I was considerably closer to seeing her body in all its glory.

"Follow me, sweetness," I beckoned. "I'll show you just how hospitable the Tri-Delts are."

I escorted Vikki back inside the house and led her to a utility room off the den. "We have a lot of parties here, so we attract a lot of female visitors." I opened a cabinet and pulled out a sizable plastic bin. Popping the lid, I revealed a jumbled collection of swimsuits. "Sometimes, they leave things behind."

"It started out as just a Lost and Found," I explained, "but we found it useful to keep these on hand for situations like this. We don't want a female guest to be unable to do something just because she doesn't have a swimsuit with her. So anything that gets left behind, we wash it and put it in the box."

I reached into the chaos and pulled out a few examples bikini tops and bottoms, each a different style, size, and color pattern. "Now it's definitely a mishmash," I cautioned. "I wouldn't bother trying to find a top and bottom that matches; I doubt most of these are complete sets. But no one here cares, so don't worry about being fashionable. Just wade through here till you find a combination that fits."

I handed Vikki the box. "I'll give you some privacy so you can find something. Just meet me outside when you're ready."

I left the room and headed upstairs to get my own swimsuit. I couldn't wait to see what Vikki came up with. While we'd had plenty of tall, slender beauties in the house before, I doubted we'd ever had any with so glorious a bustline. Hopefully there'd be a top big enough for her to squeeze into.
 
"Follow me, sweetness," he flirted "I'll show you just how hospitable the Tri-Delts are."

I followed Travis back inside and while we walked I started getting second thoughts about all of this...again. Was I wrong? Was this wrong? Sometimes, I was way too naive for my own good...

"We have a lot of parties here, so we attract a lot of female visitors." he said, opening a cabinet and then opening the lid of the plastic bin inside. Just what did he mean by them attracting 'a lot of female visitors'? Were they a bunch of sleaze bags or something? Did I need to be careful? Was hanging around Travis something dangerous and I needed to get out of here before he tried to put some moves on me? Did I want him to? I...I didn't know but I needed to be careful. "Sometimes, they leave things behind."

"It started out as just a Lost and Found"

Oh.

"but we found it useful to keep these on hand for situations like this. We don't want a female guest to be unable to do something just because she doesn't have a swimsuit with her. So anything that gets left behind, we wash it and put it in the box."

Okay, so many I was overreacting. I mean, Travis seemed pretty nice; I don't think he was some womanizing jackass and maybe it would be okay if I dipped into a hot tub with him. After all, it was just a lost and found...right? I simply nodded in response as I watched him show me the content inside the box - most of the things there didn't even match.

"Now it's definitely a mishmash," he warned, going through the clothing "I wouldn't bother trying to find a top and bottom that matches; I doubt most of these are complete sets. But no one here cares, so don't worry about being fashionable. Just wade through here till you find a combination that fits."

He handed me the box and quickly left the room - well, not without saying "I'll give you some privacy so you can find something. Just meet me outside when you're ready."

I stared into the box for a few seconds, before telling myself 'well now you have no choice right? He was nice enough to look...' and putting the box doing and going through it. He was right - not many of these matched (except for a few which were too small for someone with my kind of chest...). I did settle for a black bikini top with a dark grey bottom with stripes.

The problem? Well the black triangle bikini top was probably the most supportive but I felt as if there was too much sideboob going on. I wasn't used to wearing something so revealing before; not to mention, while it was supportive when I sat down or stood up, it made my tits bounce too much the second that I took a step.

...But it was the best that I could do at the moment.

"Okay, I'm done." I said, before heading outside to meet Travis, my heavy tits bouncing and jiggling in the top with every step I took.
 
Vikki took a long time to return. I'd only needed a few minutes to change into my swimsuit and return to the jacuzzi, but another five zipped past with no sign of her.

I began to worry that Vikki couldn't find anything to fit. While our campus had a fair percentage of busty girls, Vikki looked to be way more than a DD. If she couldn't find anything suitable, she might bail on me.

Fortunately, the patio door slid open and Vikki emerged. As expected, she'd found a bottoms that covered almost too well. While our swimsuit collection included plenty of high cut bottoms and thongs, she'd found something modest that provided near full coverage.

Her upper half was a slightly different story. On the original wearer, it had probably covered most of the breast; on Vikki, it was probably closer to 50%. That left a lot of sideboob on display. Excellent.

I climbed out of the jacuzzi as she approached. "Let me help you in," I greeted, offering her my hand.

My true intent, however, was to put on my own little display. I figured my bare chest and the ridges of muscle would look pretty good glistening with moisture in the afternoon sun. I also spotted her eyes widening as they swept over my Speedo-clad crotch. I'm packing quite a bit between my thighs and the wet spandex only highlighted that fact.
 
I went over to the hot tub, with Travis now inside waiting for me. As I got closer, I noticed more about the college student's body - he was buff. I mean...he looked pretty fit. It was almost as if his abs and muscles were practically sculptured onto his body. But...yeah, like I mentioned to you earlier, Ryan was pretty fit too...but maybe he wasn't as well, you know, big.

Especially in that speedo.

"Let me help you in," he said, offering his hand. I was a little shy at first, but took his hand and I slipped in.

Yes, believe it or not, I must have slipped on the surface. I didn't fall with the back of my head hitting the hot tub or anything, but it was almost as embarrassing.

I fell right on Travis' lap.
 
I kept a careful eye on Vikki's face. The reaction when a girl first got a glimpse of my package was an important bit of information as to how to proceed.

Unfortunately, her reaction didn't last long enough for me to figure out if it were positive or negative. The momentary distraction caused her to carelessly place her next step and lose her balance. Vikki toppled towards me.

Fortunately, I still had my grip on her as she tilted forward. I was able to shift her momentum such that she fell against me. It was enough to unbalance me as well, but I managed a controlled descent to a sitting position in the jacuzzi. Vikki wound up on my lap.

"You okay? Almost took a tumble there."

As Vikki recovered from the brief shock, I pondered how to proceed. Vikki's presence on my lap did mean her nearly bare torso was right up against my bare chest. I could also now feel that one of her round ass cheeks was resting atop my Speedo-clad cock. This position might be a stroke of good luck.

"No, you're fine," I directed when she attempted to shift off my lap. I had an arm resting across her thighs and I gave her a slight squeeze. "I actually rather like having you there." If Vikki really wanted off, I wouldn't stop her; however, I suspected she didn't dislike sitting on my lap as much as she worried about the implications if she actually liked sitting in a jacuzzi in the lap of an attractive guy in a Speedo who was definitely not her boyfriend.

"So tell me about your class schedule? Who did you get for your First Year Seminar?" I inquired. Perhaps getting her talking would distract her till she felt more at ease sitting atop me. In the meantime, I was definitely enjoying her butt atop my crotch.
 
"You okay? Almost took a tumble there."
"Yeah...I think so."

I was a bit shocked from the fall, but soon realized that I wasn't hurt. In fact, I found myself pretty comfortable at the corner of the hot tub...it actually took me a few seconds to realize that I was currently sitting right on Travis' lap! In my shock, I sat there, feeling his speedo on my butt and not knowing quite what to do.

"Ex-Excuse me, I should probably -"
"No, you're fine," he said simply, holding me in place for a second. I didn't try to get off his lap a second time - not even when I felt his hand squeeze my thigh "I actually rather like having you there."

I sat there, trying to shake off the feeling that his speedo, with the package inside, were right underneath my butt cheeks. While the Jacuzzi was realizing, my thoughts were anything but; what would Ryan think of this, to see me on some other guy's lap? To make matters worse, a guy that I haven't even told him about.

"So tell me about your class schedule? Who did you get for your First Year Seminar?"

"Oh I uh..." I said, trying to get the words out of my mouth "Mr. Thompson, I think. I haven't really gone over his reviews yet."

Of course, that wasn't really on my mind. Thankfully, the warm bubbles and water movements from the hot tub began to ease my muscles and my mind. Soon enough, I started to forget where I even was.
 
Fortunately, Vikki seemed only temporarily reluctant to remain on my lap. After a slight bit of hesitation, she remained on my lap.

I invited her to talk about her class schedule. I hadn't the slightest interest in it, of course. Still, focusing her mind on something would distract her. I figured the longer she stayed here, the more comfortable she'd get.

Her position on perpendicular on my lap also meant a lot of incidental contact. Her torso kept brushing up against me in the water. Since Vikki's upper half was dominated by her glorious tits, I felt her bikini grazing my pecs quite a bit.

The stimulus plus the warmth of the water soon had my own arousal manifesting. The Speedo trapped my cock a bit, so its expansion was somewhat constrained. Still, I figured it wouldn't take forever for Vikki to realize that the hardness was not my muscular thighs.

Time to distract her a little. "I don't mean to interrupt," I said, obviously interrupting her description of her class choices. "But it seems to me that your bikini top seems way too snug on you. I sure don't want you to be uncomfortable just because we didn't have a swimsuit that fit."

"How about you take it off?" I suggested. "Your boobs are mostly below the water and all the bubbles hide everything, so it's not like anyone can see anything. Besides, it's just me, and I won't tell if you want."

I gave Vikki a moment to think, but then decided that to make the decision for her. Before she could respond to my suggestion, I tugged at the knot in her bikini at the back of her neck. The black strings slipped free and dropped into the water as her breasts surged forward. As predicted, the jacuzzi bubbles hid her partial nudity; still, we both knew that she was now sitting on my lap in a hot tub while topless.
 
Oh god.

So, remember that bulge that I was talking about? The one that I was sitting on? Well, it grew bigger. I mean, don't me wrong, I was pretty naive when it came to these sort of things. That's what Ryan and the others tell me anyway; but the point is that even I knew that Travis here was getting excited...which made things seem so much less innocent than I was pretending it to be. Maybe I needed to get off - I know that I was still talking about my classes, but really my thoughts were on anything but that.

"I don't mean to interrupt," he said, snapping me out of my thoughts yet again "But it seems to me that your bikini top seems way too snug on you. I sure don't want you to be uncomfortable just because we didn't have a swimsuit that fit."

Okay, yes that my bikini top was a bit snug; that was the point, with my bust size I wouldn't even try any bikini that didn't feel like they were holding my breasts tightly. I was going to tell Travis that I simply preferred it this way but...

"How about you take it off?" I suggested. "Your boobs are mostly below the water and all the bubbles hide everything, so it's not like anyone can see anything. Besides, it's just me, and I won't tell if you want."

I thought about it and I entertained the thought for way too long; my hands actually went to my bikini top before I thought to myself 'wait what am I doing?! This is completely wrong...'

And then, just like that, my top came off. I wasn't sure who did it - whether it was Travis, the jacuzzi's bubbles on my back or even myself, it didn't matter. I quickly found my big breasts swaying with the bubbles massaging it all around each hefty orb.

"Ah...AH....oh my god..." I gasped in surprise.
 
Amazingly, Vikki's boobs seemed larger now that they were free. Even though the bubbling foam of the jacuzzi jets concealed most of them, the rounded tops visible above the surface were truly impressive. I couldn't wait to see more.

"Ah...AH....oh my god..." Vikki cried, shuffling off my lap away from me. Instinctively she reached for her bare breasts, but that seemed almost futile. Her palms weren't much bigger than the bikini's triangles and that had barely concealed them as is.

While she was distracted, I snared the bikini top as it floated away. I promptly tossed it on the wooden decking surrounding the hot tub before she could make a claim for it. "Now, now, you didn't need that. It was obviously too small for you and that couldn't have been comfortable. Can you honestly tell me that you don't feel better without that swimsuit digging into you?"

"Plus," I continued, "it's not like I've seen anything. The bubbles hide everything. Why, you could be naked from the neck down and no one could tell."

A sudden devious thought occurred to me. "Let me demonstrate." I moved towards the center of the hot tub where the water was deepest. Remaining half-crouched in the water so that only the tops of my shoulders were visible, I reached down with both hands and slid off my Speedo.

I grunted softly as the spandex cage on cock was opened. Unrestrained, my thick shaft swelled dramatically. In the buoyancy of the water, it pointed almost straight up, the fat head brushing against my abs. But looking down, the sunlight bounced off the swirling bubbles, providing no clear view of what lay beneath the surface.

I floated closer to Vikki and then held my swimsuit above the waterline. "See? Now I am naked, but you can't tell from above the water, can you?" I inched to within a couple feet of Vikki, looking her in the eye before repeating the question. "Can you?"
 
While I was busy trying to cover my breasts up, Travis took the opportunity to grab my bikini top away from me. Before I could even protest, he threw it away onto the wooden decking about three to four feet away from the hot tub. I couldn't see his expression, but from the tone of his voice he sounded pretty pleased of himself: "Now, now, you didn't need that. It was obviously too small for you and that couldn't have been comfortable. Can you honestly tell me that you don't feel better without that swimsuit digging into you?"

Well, that was true. The bubbles did feel pretty nice all around my boobs...

"Plus," he continued, "it's not like I've seen anything. The bubbles hide everything. Why, you could be naked from the neck down and no one could tell."

"Okay..." I said, letting go of my big breasts and letting them flow with the hot tub. I signed in relaxation...well, after making sure that you couldn't see much from the top of the water.

"Let me demonstrate." he said, moving towards the center of the hot tub. The water was deeper there, so he sank a bit - making me quickly cover my breasts again, just in case that he was trying to get a better view. I looked at him, both admiring again his body and wondering just what the hell he was doing. Then, just like that, he removed his Speedo right in front of me.

"Oh my god!" I said out-loud, almost laughing in disbelief "What are you doing Travis?!"

He came in closer, holding his Speedo in front of me "See? Now I am naked, but you can't tell from above the water, can you?" he said, moving in closer and closer to me. I tried to back away but you know, how much space did I have? "Can you?"

"N-No but..." I said, backing up a bit - not quite noticing that the more I moved away, the less that I was submerged in the water. In fact, from where I was standing, Travis could probably help himself the view of a hint of my pink nipples submerging from the bubbles.
 
"Exactly," I continued, not letting her have time to think. "It's perfectly fine for us to be enjoying this hot tub together, isn't it? Nothing wrong with it at all."

" So tell me about your family. Any brothers or sisters? Are you the oldest kid?"

I'd closed the distance between us considerably. The hot tub wasn't particularly deep, so bobbing along with your shoulders above the water meant bending your knees in sort of a duck walk. Consequently, I was close enough for our knees and thighs to bump as we floated in the swirling bubbles.

Except now it wasn't just my knees and thighs that proceeded my torso. A couple times, I felt Vikki's knees glance off my swollen shaft. I almost chuckled aloud wondering if she had any idea.

After distracting Vikki with more small talk, it was time to up the ante. "You know," I began slyly, "it seems almost a shame for me to be in here naked and free if you aren't. Why don't you take the rest of the bikini off, too? It feels great!"
 
" So tell me about your family. Any brothers or sisters? Are you the oldest kid?"

...

We tried talking a bit about that, and I told him how I'm an only child. Of course, the entire time I was thinking "oh my god, he's naked. Oh my god oh my god oh my god...", trying to ignore the fact that his privates were in the water with nothing covering them up! There's no way that my boyfriend would be okay with this, there's no way...

And yet...

How did I find this so sexy? There was an excitement here that I never experience before but it was wrong. I knew that much...But...Come on, snap out of it.

Wait, when did he get so close? Our knees keep bumping.

"You know," he began "it seems almost a shame for me to be in here naked and free if you aren't. Why don't you take the rest of the bikini off, too? It feels great!"

Was he asking me to get naked too?! It was bad enough that my bikini top was out of the pool and that I was half naked. I couldn't take the rest off! How lewd would that be?! ...Right?

"I don't know..." I answered back reluctantly "I...I would rather keep it on, I think."
 
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