1. Graffiti Ch. 04


    Date: 8/16/2024, Categories: Fetish, Author: byHolister 

    Megan looked at herself in the mirror, freshly out of the shower, wet and naked. Her dark hair was damp and clinging to her neck and torso, leading ringlets and beads of water down and over her breasts.

She was smiling; content in a way that she had never felt before.

She didn't have to rush today, her first class wasn't until late morning. As lazy as today was, her mind was still reeling about the events of yesterday. It was with this in mind that she grabbed her phone, propped it against the mirror, set the timer and crouched down to capture a view of her spread arse cheeks, her pussy and arsehole beautifully presented for an audience.

She took a few of these shots, and then selected the perfect one. Then added the caption "breakfast?" and sent it to Clair.

Yesterday had changed Megan. It had definitely changed their relationship. The swift reply from Clair suggested that it had changed things in a good way for her too.

Clair's reply was her sitting on the edge of her kitchen counter, short plaid skirt strung between her separated legs. She was not wearing any panties, and was proudly displaying her cunt for Megan to enjoy. Her caption said, "are you thirsty?", followed by a winky face emoji.

Megan knew that she was joking, but in truth, she would in a heart beat close herself in on Clair's bald mound once again to drink that salty, warm stream.

***

They had organised to meet at an off campus cafe this morning. Megan had chosen it, remembering that ...
    ... it was the nicest cafe nearest her house and the toilet stall that had been the turning point just a few days ago.

With the sun streaming, the day had not yet heated up, so the temperature was just right to sit outside. Clair had arrived first, which was a little unusual, but provided a welcome sight for Megan as she approached the cafe, seeing her friend in the same plaid skirt as this morning's photo.

Her legs were apart just so, not so much that anyone could see her snatch, but enough that Megan knew it was bare and that she was enjoying the wisps of the subtle breeze that blew every now and then through the cafe's front courtyard. Megan had elected a similarly accessible dress, a light sun dress, yellow with splashes of a vibrant magenta, her panties were the smallest ones she owned, and closely resembled something a little girl might wear. They made her feel a combination of innocence and lust whenever she slid them on, but she was never quite sure why she was drawn to them.

She glanced at her watch, and was happy to see that they had plenty of time for a leisurely breakfast and a start to their day. Their first class would not start for an hour and a half yet.

Megan approached the table and sat down, placing her bag at her side and her phone on the table. Clair was smiling at her, still beaming from yesterday.

"Did you get a reply yet?" Clair asked as Megan sat down.

"Nothing yet, unfortunately," Megan replied, having lost all but the smallest part of ...
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