I reheated some leftovers, and sat there in my easy chair, trying to occupy myself watching the news, but my mind was elsewhere. I was being torn up i...side, questioning the wisdom of this decision.My imagination was operating in overdrive. What were they talking about? Did they just skip dinner and go for the main course? Was he rough or gentle? Was he hung? A million thoughts flooded my brain. Regret was certainly on my mind. How could I be so stupid to risk the most important thing in my. "Oh no!" Alex's mind blitzed, his breathing stopped, and he dropped to his knees as he nearly passed out.Eventually, he came to his senses, got up, and inspected them closer.There they were. Perfectly formed breasts, areolas about two inches in diameter with pert, crinkly nipples. He reached behind his back and tried to reach one, and after some grunting, pushing, and straining, he was able to trap a nipple between two fingers and pull on it."Aaah..." Man, it was sensitive. When he brushed. “Ugh. Ugh,” I grunted almost in synchronicity with her soft, sexual breaths and her moans.“Uhh. Yeah. Uhh.”To keep her from being too loud, I put my finger around her mouth. She looked back at me and sucked my finger.“Turn around. Let me look at you.”She turned around, showing her bare breasts. She was beautiful. I kissed and sucked on her black nipples. I kissed her again, working my way down her neck. I could feel her breathing hard. I fondled her again, feeling her wetness, when I said:“You. With your curly dark hair past your shoulders, your skin tanned from the Florida spring sun, your jean shorts hugging your ample hips, and your bikini top struggling to cover your heaving, c-cup breasts, my eighteen-year-old brain - which was currently located nowhere near my head - would have followed you anywhere. You took me by the hand and led me down the path that ran along the shore, but with about twenty-five feet of trees between us and the lakeshore. Not totally secluded, but certainly.