Extra Credit - Brianna - Sex Stories

Extra Credit - Brianna

... plump lips, they made a heart shape when her lips were closed and pressed. I always thought she must feel like she was permanently on novocaine with lips like that. Overall she had an angelic face, and how she got her skin like that I couldn't fathom. It was completely smooth, not a crack, not a divot, not a blemish. Perfectly panted face accentuated by perfect makeup work. She was Playboy material and I always wondered if she would someday pose for one of the nudies. She would sell. She had a graceful neck and two slenderly distanced shoulders that had only the straps of her bra, hot pink like her lips. On top of that, but off the shoulders was an open tube and folded older sweater like top, the drape over portion ending at the top of her breasts, meticulously outlined by the light pink sweater collapsing to a elastic bottom just above her belly button that sported a diamond with a tear drop crystal dangling from it. Her skirt was the hot pink of her bra, and had a short waist on it then to pleats that almost made it down to her mid thigh. There was a slit on the lift up almost to the top. Her firm trip thighs were traced by garters holding pink translucent stockings ending into pink heel high leather boot like lace ups. Her stomach was impossibly flat for how large, at least for her frame her 34 Bs. "Well, can you make it quick Brianna, I--I n--need to get moving soon." I stuttered, like I usually did when one of the scary Vattos or extra attractive vixens talked to me. ...

... Let's just call it subpar self confidence. "It's okay, I'm sure it will only take a few minutes." She walked over to the desk in front of mine and sat back onto the desk connected to the chair. She had her hands back, her breasts pressing against her top. I could smell her perfume, what is it about a pretty girl who smells good? I don't know either, but let's just say I felt completely intimidated by her, like any hot woman, it didn't matter her age. "What is it?" I asked, already noticing my dick getting a chubby, and I stole a glance then another at the thighs flexing to hold her in her half sitting posture. I wondered what it felt like to know you looked like that. To know others wanted to fuck you the second they saw you. I have no idea what it is like but it explains the attitudes. Hard to not be confident when you know you look as good as anyone. These girls matured early and the culture was completely in favor of expressing sexuality from the females. I remember back in freshman year I head a friend and her talking about her upcoming quinceanera. I had Facebook stalked her and she only shared a few photos with non-friends but the few were winners. Two face close ups with different hair styles. a picture of her hugging her best friend and one of her party. She had looked amazing in her quinceanera dress, and I won't lie, I have jacked off to that picture a few times. "Well, um, my progress report says I have a 58%." "That is probably because you never turn in homework or ...