Stacy 5 - Sex Stories

Stacy 5

... only seen her in her swimming costume, mostly, but if she ever goes all out to impress I don't think any man could resist. She has such a perfect figure, all lean and slim, with curves that the word 'dangerous' was invented for." Her voice quavered a little, "Everything I'm not, and will never be. Guys just think I'm a little girl, or at least look too much like one. Jack's not the first to say I look like a f******n year old. Bernie Morris said if you put a bag over my face, people wouldn't be able to tell if I was a girl or a boy!" Kim sounded angry when she spoke. "Bernie Morris is an asshole who insults every girl he sees because he thinks it makes him seem big. Anyway, I don't reckon he's ever had a single girlfriend - well, not one that didn't need a foot pump and puncture repair kit, at least." Stacy gave her friend a half-smile. "So anyway, why she isn't a model I've no idea. And you've got to have seen the way she and Jack are always looking at each other. Puh-lease, get a room, much?" "But Liam's his friend. He wouldn't do that to a friend, would he?" "You'd be surprise at what Jack would do. He's not the saint you seem to think." "I don't think he's a saint, Stace. . ." As she spoke, she lowered her arms, and with them the towel. Her small breasts came into view and they were lovely. If Stacy's were little peaches, then Kim's were little apples; slightly bigger, but just as sweet. They sat firm and high on her chest, perky with youth. Her nipples were darker ...

... than Stacy's, but didn't look as long. ". . . I just think he's cute. A hunk, truth be told." She let out a sigh. "I think it would feel fantastic to be pressed against him, feeling my softness against that hard wall of muscle, feeling his huge arms wrapping around me. Oh, to look up over those perfect pecs to gaze into his steel-grey eyes must make you melt inside." Her voice sounded dreamy with longing and for a second I felt wonderful because I had that effect on her. That feeling turned to ice when her tone dropped to interrogative as she added, "Does it?" Stacy met her gaze, but I couldn't see more than the side of Kim's face. My s****r frowned for a second, then shrugged, nonchalantly. "Dunno. I'm the last person to ask. The last time he put his arms around me I was fifteen and we were having a tickle wrestle on the rug in the living room." She made a show of shivering and looking disgusted, "Urgh. The thought of that sweaty, beer-soaked oaf putting his paws on me is sickening. I'd rather kiss Cooper's ass." "Liar," Kimberly said, but with enough of a laugh to leave me uncertain if she meant it. "Okay," Stacy chuckled. "Kissing Cooper's ass is going a bit far." "Do you really think Jack is fucking Emma?" "I don't know. Maybe. He's got a history of cheating on his girlfriends, so he might be doing it now." I froze. I don't think she realised what she had just hinted at. Kimberly picked it up, though. "Cheating on his girlfriends? So he's got one at the moment, huh?" Even ...