X: Blake
Blake sat with Chloe in their corner booth, nursing her drink—just a cherry coke, as she had forgotten her fake, not that it worked very often—as she stared absently at all the people writhing on the dance floor. She and Chloe had only arrived a short time ago, and she wasn’t in the mood to dance just yet.
“So why did you want to come out tonight if all you’re going to do is sit there and space out?” Chloe asked, breaking Blake out of her trance.
Blake turned and stuck her tongue out at her friend. Part of the reason Blake had been staring at the dance floor was so Chloe didn’t catch Blake staring at her. She wasn’t head over heels or anything for the older girl or anything, but Chloe was Blake’s type to a ‘T’. Both were athletic, but where Blake was slim and girlish, Chloe was curvy and womanly. Her big, soft tits were the perfect size, and Chloe’s outfit displayed a generous amount of the pillowy flesh while managing to make them look two cup-sizes bigger than they were at the same time.