If you like long form, almost like short stories that are 5-10 pages, this is for you. I’m going to go into extreme detail in this three-part series, based upon a request from a redditor I told the story to in a PM a few days ago.
I’ve been dating my girlfriend, Cassi, for just more than a half year. The 6-foot-2, long legged blonde strutted her way into my life last Spring Break with a body that could heel and a booty that could make me kneel, begging for another round.
Push up bras are unnecessary with her C-Cup breasts, but she likes to play with boys’ minds when we go out. I don’t mind. She stood atop a platform with a mixture of my other friends on the beach a year ago, bouncing to “those club remixes” everyone seems to like.
I saw her from behind, her ass spilling out of her cheeky bikini. And despite wanting to drool over her from the moment I saw the girls standing around her giving playful spanks as guys taunted them with free beers, I wouldn’t lay my mitts on her body for another six months. It would be more original hookup that week, my friend Mandy, that would later get us together. Thus, the story begins with our wild first night in Panama City.