Sam came into the gas station holding Lauren’s hand affectionately, already walking towards the register. Both were wearing skimpy shorts from my apartment, Sam wearing one of my undershirts and Lauren a tank top. Their hair was disheveled and it was quite clear that neither were wearing a bra or panties; Lauren’s perky erect nipples pointed out of the thin cloth with her C cups spilling out the sides of the top. From a profile view her tits bounced and swayed, easily visible. Sam’s choice of undershirt proved to be tiny on her larger body, barely covering her smaller but equally surreal tits. Both of their asses spilled out of the shorts, and the outline of their pussy lips were defined, sticking as if already moist.
“You didn’t think I would do it, and that’s exactly why I fucked your girlfriend gay, Chris. I drove all the way from Georgia just to humiliate you. Ever since that conversation, I have been talking to your girlfriend behind your back. First, we became friends and then I slowly started bringing up my bisexuality. It was actually pretty easy to convince her to try it,” Sam said matter-of-factly, taunting me: “you must have been pretty fucking pathetic in bed.”