I had to go naked. My heart pounded faster and faster. My chest crushed down on my lungs. I couldn't breathe. My blouse felt so tight around me, my hi...s wiggling. I was on fire. I was terrified. I was horny. Scared. Excited. Anxious. I was so many emotions.“It'll be okay,” Candice said, her hand resting on my shoulder. Giving me a squeeze. “Okay.”I glanced at my nerdy friend, the futa's blonde pigtails swaying about her face. Her blue eyes were soft behind her glasses. She had a supportive. Her left hand started stroked across my chest. She seemed to be enjoying the feel of my skin.I lasted maybe to minutes before telling her “I’m going to cum.” She stroked more firmly and I started shooting white stuff into the air. It landed on my chest and then four more spurts followed landing on my tummy. Pat was grinning like a kid with a new toy. She gradually slowed her stroking and stopped.“Will it get soft now?” she asked. She grabbed for the tissues and began cleaning up the. We went to an all-male review club and got drunk and crazy. I really got horny from all of the lap dances they kept getting me. My two best friends and I were staying at one of their parents' lake cabin. It was a small house with a pool. It was very secluded, and my fiancé and my friends' boyfriends would not be in town for three more days. We'd had a few good parties there before and would often lay out nude at the pool. The next day, my two friends and I went to the mall shopping. We've been. I had seen her last week sitting in what I thought might have been the very same stool by the bar. Then ... she'd been wearing a tight fitting, deep cut "V" neck tee shirt that had hinted at a considerable amount of cleavage, along with a tight pair of white slacks that likewise hinted at very long legs. She had smiled at me, and I had smiled back. But nothing came of it. Even when she finished her drink, walked to the door, she had stopped for a moment looking back at me, smiling again. And.