“It is indeed,” Cin said, keeping that smile plastered on even as her heart hammered in her chest.
“How sweet,” Bandanna Top cooed, with a smile that would have been sweet, if it wasn’t so fucking sexy. It was the eyes. Half lidded, smoky eyeshadow, and that delicious caramel.
She reached up, sliding her fingers accidentally-on-purpose over Cin’s on the glass.
Her touch felt like fire, and not just because Cin’s fingers were chilled from the ice.
Then she pouted, tapping one long fingernail on the back of Cin’s hand.
“Mind taking a drink for me first, big girl? You look sweet, but…”
Smart.
Cin grinned, bringing the drink to her lips and taking a sip.
Damn. I love me a Honeybee.
“Don’t mind at all,” she chuckled, tinkling the ice in the glass as she handed it to Bandana Top. “So who did I buy this for?”
The girl turned the glass in her hand, making sure Cin saw her cover the marks her lips had left with her own. It was a childish thing to get excited over, but Cin’s pulse found another gear to race in as she took a long sip, keeping her head low and those big eyes up.
“Ahhhh,” she said, parting lips from glass, tongue flicking out to catch a stray drop. Unnecessary, but definitely having the intended effect. Then she smiled adorably. Like she hadn’t just made Cin imagine an hours long oral session with that pretty face.
“Becca,” the girl said, giving glossy black wavy locks a little toss, as she held her hand out towards Cin.
“Cin,” she responded, taking that hand and shaking it. She could damn near close her own around it. It was good to be big.
Nothing ventured.
Becca squeaked as Cin tightened her grip, then pulled her close. She rested her free hand on Becca’s waist, and let out an internal sigh of relief when the girl giggled, and rested her drink against Cin’s chest.
“Wanna be my first dance of the year?” Cin asked, but Becca pouted once again. Goddamn those lips. Painted deep red against skin only a shade or two lighter than her eyes, this was the kind of girl cowboys wrote songs about.
“I might if you were drinking with me,” she said, then got as close as she could to Cin’s ear, which wasn’t very, and continued; “otherwise you might take advantage of me.”
The tone of her voice, and her tits pressing into Cin’s stomach, made Cin think maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing for Becca, but fuck it, she had ordered that drink for herself after all.
She turned, taking her eyes off Becca’s a herculean effort, to try and catch Lu’s attention. The barkeep was busy, but not too busy to shoot Cin a wink over the fresh Honeybee waiting in exactly the same spot the first had sat.
Lina was also there, but her approval was less subtle and more ‘big dumb smile with two thumbs up’.
Cin rolled her eyes, but swept up the drink and looked back to Becca.
She caught her lacking, eyes devouring Cin’s abs.
“My tits are up here,” Cin said, and Becca’s eyes shot to her own, plump red lip still stuck between her teeth.
Becca just shrugged, threw back her drink, then raised an eyebrow in challenge.
A shame, the drink was too tasty to down in one go, but needs must. Cin gulped down her own, and let herself be pulled into the press of flesh, like a sailor following a siren.
There wasn’t any room. Clothes, skin, blurred faces, walls of all of that pressed in on them from every side.
But from the second Becca’s hips began to sway Cin didn’t see any of it.
Cin didn’t even know if Becca was a good dancer. Not really. Or if those soft curves, wrapped in coverings that only really served to enhance, would hypnotize her doing anything.
She realized she was staring like an idiot when Becca rolled her eyes, then spun, pulling Cin’s hands to her stomach as her ass pressed back into Cin’s hips.
Cin’s heart fell as two fantastic latina cheeks swallowed her cock, and Becca gasped.
“Dios mio…” Becca breathed, pressing back into Cin like she was testing the water. Cin’s hope skyrocketed when she let out a little purr of satisfaction, and began to grind back into her.
One of Becca’s arms rose from where it held Cin’s hand to her stomach, tracing the arm up to wrap around Cin’s neck
Cin’s eyes hadn’t left her body once, so when she tilted her head back, she found Cin was already making eye contact.
“Quite the surprise…” she cooed, leaning her head against Cin’s breast as she stroked Cin’s cock with her ass. Even through two sets of jeans, Cin was in danger of needing a wet floor sign, especially with her pussy soaking through her panties.
But fuck, it wasn’t like she was ever going to be handed a better first chance to practice scoring casual sex, so instead of responding, she brought her hand up to cup Becca’s chin, holding her in place as Cin kissed her.
It was the right move.
“Mmmmph,” Becca moaned into the kiss, pushing back harder into Cin and pulling hard enough on her neck to hurt.
“Rrrah!” She hissed, biting Cin’s lower lip as the kiss finally broke. Her caramel eyes weren’t soft any more, they blazed.
“More of that mami,” she said and pulled Cin back down with surprising strength. Cin appreciated the hunger, but Becca didn’t need to force it. She tasted like honey, and coke, a little lime, and years of waiting.
Cin hoped she was a naturally good kisser, since she hadn’t kissed anyone since she was 12. Lina, the one time Cin’s parents had allowed her to sleep over.
She wasn’t sure it mattered.
Becca kissed like she was drowning, and Cin’s mouth was air. Fire and heat and intensity.
Cin’s hands had wandered. She wasn’t even sure when. One was enjoying the way the muscles in Becca’s neck moved against its grip while the other…
Well, Cin had dreamed about tits like Becca’s since she knew before she even knew she liked them. Her own just weren’t the same.
She wasn’t sure if Becca was a professional level tease, or just lucky, because her ass brought Cin to the edge of bursting five times over the next hour, always backing off just before they’d both need a change of clothes.
There was a big part of Cin that just wanted to bust on the dance floor at this point, her balls ached and her pussy was starting to chafe from panties that were completely soaked through.
The only real option, to her lust addled brain, was to stop playing with Becca’s tits, and try to slip her hand down between her legs.
She made it past her waistband, before Becca pulled away, turning to face her.
Cin was worried for a moment, but the look on Becca’s face wasn’t angry.
“Yes please,” she purred, after a kiss Cin felt in her throat, “but maybe you take me home, first?”
Cin’s heart hammered the whole walk home.
It was less than a mile, a few minutes really, and she still had to pull a laughing but very game Becca into an alley for a make-out top-up.
As she pushed open the door to her and Lina’s dorm, Becca pushed her in, and Cin giggled as she backed her up onto her bed. Lina’s bed, actually, but she wouldn’t mind. Or rather, Cin didn’t give a fuck if she minded.
Becca’s eyes transfixed Cin’s. Intense, entrancing enough that they almost held Cin’s gaze after she pulled that red bandana over her head.
Almost.
Cin heard the whine escape from her throat before she could stop it. She wouldn’t have anyway. Those tits deserved worship, but a whine was the best she could do until Becca came a little closer.
But Becca wasn’t done with the show. Cin’s face fell when she turned, making Cin’s new favorite sight a fond memory, but Becca quickly gave her a new one.
Jeans that tight were not easy to get off an ass that big. Or at least Becca wanted it to look that way, as she pouted back over her shoulder when they got ‘stuck’ at the swell.
Cin thought she might need some help.
She shot up, one hand cupping as much tit as it could hold, while the other yanked at Becca’s jeans.
They were easy to get down.
Becca laughed at Cin’s enthusiasm, until Cin’s teeth found her neck, fingers pinching at the soft tip of her nipple.
“Hah!” She gasped, an adorable sound.
“Tease,” Cin scolded, kissing the tender spot she’d left before moving her teeth to Becca’s ear. She could feel Becca’s heart pounding through her breast, then through her pussy, as she snaked her hand between Becca’s legs.
She found she wasn’t the only one who’d been dealing with a downtown flash flood.
Becca shivered at her touch, leaning forward into Cin’s grip on her breast.
Cin had a better idea for a handhold.
Becca’s breath caught against Cin’s hand as it wrapped her throat while her other rubbed slow, firm circles around Becca’s clit.
She moaned, pressing back into Cin’s hips again, even less between them than at the club.
And Cin realized there could be even less.
She grabbed Becca’s hip, spinning her around, and pressing her to her knees.
Becca didn’t need instructions. Cin gasped as she bit and licked at her abs while her hands worked at the buttons of her cinched overalls.
Cin’s cock sprang free, long since having pushed her panties aside. They just didn’t make anything cute that accounted for size shifts like she dealt with.
Becca’s eyes crossed as she looked up at it like a nun looks at the crucifix. She might not love Cin, but she loved what she was seeing.
Fair enough. That pretty face in the shadow of her member was the greatest thing Cin had ever seen.
Becca hmm’d in satisfaction as she got even closer, nestling into where Cin’s shaft met her balls and beginning a tongue bath that Cin thought might kill her. You couldn’t survive your dick exploding, right? It didn’t seem like you could.
That tongue would be worth dying for though.
It occurred to Cin that this was the first time anyone had touched her cock for anything other than medical purposes.
It… probably wasn’t normal to have the first body part that touched your dick be a tongue, but Cin was happy to beat the odds on that one.
In fact, that tongue, and seeing Becca’s pretty face use it, felt so goddamn good that Cin momentarily forgot she was even less normal than your run of the mill futanari.
One of Becca’s hands ran up Cin’s inner thigh, and Cin tensed when she felt that hand meet the river of arousal dripping from the surprise behind her balls.
Becca froze too, but at least it was a nice tableau. Cin’s shaft resting on her tongue, sharp eyebrow cocked in curiosity and confusion.