talesforsluts:“Jay… what are you doing?” “What do you mean, what am I doing?&rdq

talesforsluts: “Jay… what are you doing?” “What do you mean, what am I doing?” Lena blinked. Her best friend sat at her desk, tapping away a the keyboard, his eyes locked on the screen. He’d turned up to pick her up right when he said he would, looking much sharper than she’d ever given him credit for in his rented tux. She’d smirked, come up with some crack about him scrubbing up well, but found her legs folding underneath herself to sit on her bed, hands on her knees primly. Jay had barely spoken a word to her, just sat down at the computer and plugged a flash drive into it. She tugged a long strand of hair out of her eyes. “Uhm, you’re doing something to me.” Her hair had been long - she’d been proud of it, the only real feminine touch about her. But it had never been this long… had it? “We’re going to prom, remember?” Jay reached over to toss the bag he’d brought with him over onto the bed. “There’s your dress. Looking forward to it?” Lena reached for the bag. Inside was something folded. She couldn’t tell too much from a quick check, but it was some kind of shiny black material, and there wasn’t much of it. “Uhm… I thought we were going to wear suits to match?” “Nah. I don’t like chicks in suits. Besides, you wouldn’t fit yours.” Jay leaned back on the chair to watch her, arms folded, a smile on his lips. She couldn’t help feeling that something was… strange, here. It was on the tip of her tongue. He’d brought her her dress, right. Now he was staring openly at her, and Lena’s eyes glanced down to follow where his greedy expression focused. “Oh!” Her tits had… her tits? Lena shook her head. Her hooters. Her rack. Her….. she bounced a little, her top stretched out in an attempt at support. Through her bra she could see thick nipples poking outwards, as if meeting Jay’s gaze. She transferred her gaping - no, she was pouting - face to meet her friend again. “Jay, I’ve got huge tits!” “Yep!” A frown furrowed his brow for a moment, and he reached up to tap a few keys with one hand. “Maybe not huge….” This time Lena could feel it, a slight warmth as she expanded, the neckline creeping closer to her nipples. "Jay! You’re… you’re changing me.” It was a statement of fact, rather than the surprised exclamation she’d expected. “Yep.” Grinning, he’d dragged his eyes away from her cleavage and back to the glowing screen in front of him. “You didn’t think I wanted to go to prom with some geek chick, right? I mean, you’re cool and all, and it’s fun watching anime and making fun of it with you, but if I’m going to prom I don’t want to go with your brain, you know?” “My…” Still oddly calm, Lena looked down at herself. At some point she’d changed position, leaning back on the bed, her hand propping her up, back arched. Her brea… her bre… her melons heaved on her chest. Below them, what she could still see of her legs stretched away from her, her toes curling. She tried to move. One leg came up, folding gracefully in front of the other. “Sorry about that. I’m still working on the movement over here.” Reading from a sheet of notes he’d pulled out of a pocket, Jay’s fingers danced over the keys. The movement? Lena tried to shift over to swing her legs down off the bed. Her butt rotated in a circle, grinding against the air. She tried again. Flipping her hair back over one shoulder, she slowly sat up, only touching the floor on tiptoes. “You’re… you’re changing my mind?” Jay winked. “Nope.” She relaxed with a sigh - though that came out as a jiggle of her chest and a low moan - but then noticed his never-dimming grin and the finger hovering over the keyboard. “This is changing your mind.” Lena cocked her head to one side. Nothing seemed different. If anything, it was Jay who was acting oddly. A guy staring at her tits like this, and hadn’t suggested she blow him? She pulled the neckline of her top down a little, one nipple peeping over the top, and she sighed as the fabric teased against the little roadblock. Still he simply watched. She giggled. Whatever he’d done, it had backfired on him somehow! “You alright there, Lena?” “Yeppers!” Falling elegantly off the bed into a crawl, she smiled up at him. The rough carpet rubbing at her one free nipple felt delicious, and she could already feel her panties moistening from the sensations. Lena barely had time to feel confused as to why she was even wearing panties in the first place, before the thought vanished from her mind as Jay stood to reveal the thick bulge in his smart trousers. She giggled again. “Ready for prom, Lena? She licked her lips. That dress he’d brought was going to look soooo good wrapped around her curves, but she knew the answer to this one. Reaching up, she pulled his zipper open, reached for the bounty inside. "Nooooo, Jay…..” -- source link

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