Johanna was ready. She had studied for her finals, and the results were in, straight As in everythin

Johanna was ready. She had studied for her finals, and the results were in, straight As in everything, save for a B in Nicomachean Ethics. Now it was time for a bit of hedonistic fun.She licked her lips, a little nervous as she dialled the number. Her finger hovered there above the call button. She had never done this before, was this… Johanna’s finger mashed down hard on to the plastic rectangle. She hardly had time to think before she heard a polite voice call out “Good evening.” She quickly lifted the phone to her ear and uttered a tremulous reply.The warm baritone was liquid over her, coaxing from here as they conversed her very secrets. It was all done in a matter of five minutes, with the call charges being paid by the company to boot. She gently placed the receiver down and waited.At seven o’ clock the doorbell rapidly buzzed and she answered it quickly, dropping her copy of ‘Beyond Good and Evil’. Standing in the doorway was a girl chewing gum and carrying a box. Johanna eyed her up and down, a little confused. She was pretty certainly enough, with a brown, pixie haircut framing a delicate face. The overcaked eyes blinked at her before she opened her mouth and said “We gonna be here all night?” The terse tone befuddled Johanna even more for a moment before she saw the box. Of course! She had ordered pizza for herself and- “Well? It’s not getting any warmer out here. We can’t all hang around dressed in our big sister’s jumpsuits, some of us have jobs!” The girl spat her gum and started a fresh, pink wad. Johanna, the colour draining from her face, fumbled in the hallway with her purse while the pizza girl fired off further commentary, her eyes wandering the hallway. She found the right change, then the pizza was in her hands and wheels were screeching away.She sat on the sofa, mortified. Of course she had ordered food, but when she’d got up to answer the door she been expecting someone else. She twisted the receipt in her hands, Other people were out on the last day of term, with friends or on dates, and here she was, waiting for Godot. Her fingers twitched at her loose green outfit, straightening the seams of the outfit she wore. It was a holly green leotard with red and white striped trimming on the sleeves and on the front, the latter of which dangerously plunged, or would have done so if Johanna had had any contours to create the incline. As the pizza girl had so astutely pointed out, it was oversized, and the lower part sagged around her narrow navel. At least her thick tights clung a little bit to her thighs, and the boots and hat fit! The boots were struggling a little on her thin legs, but she could not complain about the hat! She had styled her hair elaborately, curling her pride and joy into long swathing tresses that descended to just below her ribcage in a gorgeous cascade of honey. She had always definitively liked her hair, she thought as she played with the ends.And then the doorbell rang once again. Once, and slowly, as whoever pressed it released the button again only after hearing the last toll.The boy’s smell was intoxicating as she offered him a seat in her living room. As she left the roses in a vase and gingerly placed herself beside him, even the scent of the hot pizza on the coffee table could not mask his scent. The film, Casablanca, has started to roll, and as they talked and slowly munched their dinner, his dry, sweet musk pricked her nostrils. It was infectious. By this point, he had nudged closer to her, his arm around her, and she eased herself into the crook of his arm, wishing she could keep him. He was charming and sweet, and she could not believe that was all an act for the service. They chatted and laughed, and he held her hand at the climax of the film, wiping the dampness from her cheek.The pizza and a bottle of red wine were gone. In the back of her mind she was still nervous, and her pulse ticked and thumped at every movement. It had all rushed by and suddenly the credits were rolling, and she knew what that meant. And yet, he made no move. Certainly, he had closened in the course of the movie, but he moved no further. His big, strong hands felt so close and yet like they were still before the edge of more. The tension within her grew during this, and she inched closer as the music played in the background. The log crackled in the fireplace, and her Christmas tree sparkled and then he was kissing her passionately, his hand pulling her in close in a firm but gentle grip. Her body felt small in that elf costume, and it seemed as if he would almost crush her, and she wanted more.Her arms, which like the rest of her had gone limp in his embrace, now threw themselves around him. As lips locked and tongues intertwined, feeling only one another behind shut eyes, the passion begin to burn in her, overcoming her completely. Her heart beat faster in her chest, which then began to rise almost imperceptibly. His hands stroked her hair, and the distance between them slowly closed as her breasts expanded further. Johanna did not notice at first, so consumed was she by the urgent wanting, but as her breathing increased her nipples began to brush against the cloth of her leotard. She gasped and panted for a moment, looking down astounded at breasts the size of grapefruit that peaked from beneath the fold. She watched as two hands rose to touch them, pressing lightly into their firmness beneath her garment and beginning to stroke, first the sides, and then beneath them, occasionally brushing over the nipples which stood taut against the green. Johanna could hardly stand how good it felt as she grew, and kissed his neck over and over, savouring every moment as the circles he made on her breasts, now beneath the outfit became smaller and smaller, slowly closing in upon her pale, thickening nipples as her breasts became bigger and bigger.Finally, she could take the teasing no longer, and pushed his fingers shut to latch upon her teats, which elicited a cry from her as she twitched at the raw sensitivity which threatened to drown her in its wake as it rushed downwards to her lower half. Adjusting the cap on her head, she snaked towards him on the sofa, swinging a leg over his, all the while kissing his hard lips, feeling his stubble brush her soft cheek.As she climbed on to him, her hips widened to accommodate the things to come. His hands slid from her shoulders down to the thinnest part of the hourglass and motioned her towards him. She smiled, settling herself atop the man while the material of tights slowly stretched across her ass, thinning over her thighs as she ground into him, pulling his hair and burying his face in her burgeoning bosom. The heat from the fire was crisp in the air, and the wine they had shared was in her blood, wanton and red. She could feel his hardness as the costume audibly tightened and bulged, and she could feel his mouth lavishing burning kisses upon her ever more exposed enormous breasts. The air was now thick with their combined aromas, and their hands twisted over one another, groping more and more intimately. Her outfit was tight now, even straining as curve upon curve swelled from her. Her vast cleavage pressed tightly in the divide at the front, showing breasts each about the size of her head, and below was a capacious rump carried by thick, buxom legs which filled her thigh-high suede boots. In fact, the laces had loosened there, and as a few stitches popped on her outfit, he stood, lifting her with Atlas-like effort, his hands tightly grasping her sensitive buttocks as the slowly began to shred through her laddered tights.The bedroom door shut behind him as he placed her atop the bed. The candles had burned low from the hours that now seemed like years ago, and he began to undress, trying not to be too hasty in his fervour in a last ditch effort to tease her… but from the ravenous look in his eye as he watched her body undress itself, filling out to rip obscenely through the little elf getup, she could see just how badly he wanted her. Then he was over her, and she felt the heat of his hard member between her legs, closing in upon his prize.“Merry Christmas.” he said.And it was. -- source link

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