Her breasts were crushed against my chest and I wanted to free them, to lick them and play with them. My hands ran up her back, fingers dancing along...her skin. I found her bikini tied behind her neck, so I pulled on it and the knot came undone. We still kissed, and feeling my hands beginning to reveal her caused her to kiss and grind with a newer even more vigorous passion. I found another knot tied in the middle of her back and that one also was undone.Then she leaned back, her eyes pure. I was getting hard with just this amount of body contact. I knew he was staring at me and wondering whether I was touching his leg with mine intentionally. Suddenly he pushed his leg against mine and broke contact. I immediately spread my legs wider still so that my leg pressed against his again. Now he understood that it was intentional and I wanted my leg to press against his. Still, I pretended to be sleeping. Several minutes passed and suddenly I felt his hand on my knee. He kept it. It was awfullytight, and yet it somehow managed to tent out against her incrediblecurves. It didn't conceal much, but it wasn't very different to what shehad been wearing before.The top was a different matter.Missy looked around at the girls trying to squeeze themselves into it.None of them were quite as busty as her, and they were all havingtrouble.She sighed, remembering that she would have to forego a bra if shewanted any chance of fitting herself in. Fortunately the material wasvery. She and I ended up chatting several times, and I did admit to her that I found her very attractive, to which she was very modest and just said thank you. A couple of weeks went by and I was on MySpace looking at the various posts that my friends had posted, and here was one posted by her that definitely caught my eye: "Fuck Buddies". I had seen this post many times before from other friends, but not from her. The post said something along the lines of: "everyone has someone on their friends.