[Jon Grey]

Whatever nerves I'd developed faded as I opened the door. Sabrina was wearing a long-ish coat, which was appropriate for the chill night, but as she stepped inside, going ahead of my girlfriend, Tiffany pulled it open, exposing the black-haired girl's full tits to me. Sabrina looked surprised for a moment, and stepped forward, reaching up to cover her chest with her hands. It allowed me the opportunity to explore the rest of the exposed woman, who was wearing both the maid outfit that we'd bought at Halloween and the collar that Tiffany had made for her.

Her stomach was tightly wrapped in the outfit, a stretching fabric that showed off a toned abdomen. The skirt barely was decent, with her fishnet stockings, lining them from her thighs to her high-heeled shoes. I watched the sculpted lines of her legs meet the floor and nodded my approval. Her hair was kept well, and as I looked at her eyes, I could see her impatience in my appraisal of her uniform.

Her big boobs hung gently over the cloth beneath her tits. They, like my girlfriend's big orbs, remained high on her chest, her olive skin topped with darker nipples. I stared brazenly at her chest before looking behind her to see my girlfriend moving into the room. She was wearing a similar coat, but when she pulled it off, she revealed only a tight white t-shirt with no bra. Her thick tips poked through the fabric as she glanced at Sabrina.

Tiffany closed the door and looked at me. "Here she is," she told me. I glanced at Sabrina then moved to Tiffany and kissed her. Tiffany wrapped her arms around me, and we shared a passionate kiss. I could feel Tiffany try to work me up, getting me ready for the night as well as she could. But I also sensed a small hesitation on her part. In under a minute we broke the kiss, and I turned to Sabrina.

Her face registered some concern, but she was dutifully standing there, her big tits bared. Tiffany looked at me and nodded, then pushed me gently toward the couch. I moved that way and Tiffany grinned.

"Yeah, sit down, Jon," she told me.

"Some ground rules," Tiffany told me. She looked at Sabrina, who nodded. I glanced at her tits again, but tried to pull my eyes away to look at her face. Sabrina's face didn't change as Tiffany continued. "First, if either of us gets at all uncomfortable we stop. We don't have to do this, and I don't want anyone getting too hurt." I nodded vigorously.

"Told you he'd agree, Rin," Tiffany said, looking over her shoulder. Sabrina smiled briefly before. "Did you want to set your rules first?" Sabrina nodded.

"No anal," Sabrina stated without hesitation. "I'll be honest, I'm okay with a lot of stuff, but neither of you is going there. Clear?" I nodded again. Neither Tiffany nor I had ever expressed interest, and Tiffany's creativity always surprised me.

"Tiffany has final say over what happens," Sabrina said. "If I don't hear from her about something, I'm assuming it's okay."

"What do you mean?" Tiffany asked. "Sorry, I just want us all on the same page, and maybe we'll all enjoy this." Sabrina glanced at her, but decided to continue.

"If I'm doing something with Jon, and you don't like it, say something. But if Jon says something and you don't confirm or deny, I'll just keep going. You're the one in charge for the most part. This may not come up, but I want to let you know where the buck stops. And if you see Jon doing something," she added suddenly, "just tell him to stop. You good with this, Jon?"

I nodded, unsure of what behavior Sabrina had imagined.

"You have any rules, Jon?" I looked at both women.

"Tiffany, I know you'll tell me if something's not right. Sabrina, please do the same. All the ownership aside, I don't want to make you uncomfortable at all. If I step over a line, tell me." Sabrina sighed in relief.

"Looks like we all have the same ground rules," Tiffany said. We all chuckled, and Sabrina looked at Tiffany.

"Bedroom?" Sabrina asked.

"Nope," I said, suddenly bold. "Tiffany had promised me something a while ago. Care to demonstrate, baby?" Tiffany grinned and knelt in front of me. I motioned for Sabrina to stand closer then reached out to gently cup her left breast. Sabrina allowed me to fill my hand and I softly caressed her firm orb. The dark nipple grew hard quickly.

Tiffany's hands worked fast, and soon my half-hard cock fell out of my pants (it had been fully erect until the rules discussion had made me nervous). Tiffany looked up to me and blinked her eyes.

"What would you like, baby?" she asked.

I was surprised to feel Sabrina lean over. I released her tit and she bent closer to my ear. "I'll help her suck you off," she offered. Tiffany grinned and slid over to the left. Sabrina walked to my knee and knelt next to her rival. Tiffany looked at me and grinned.

"He is so easy," Tiff said to Sabrina. Sabrina nodded.

"Can you blame him?" the black-haired girl teased. Tiffany reached up and held my quickly stiffening dick at the base. She looked at me and grinned again, then turned her gaze to her sorority sister. Sabrina felt Tiff's stare, looking between her and my cock. Sabrina leaned forward and suddenly my dick was in another woman's mouth again. Sabrina gently kissed and licked the head of my swollen cock, then slowly brought her lips halfway down my cock. I groaned as I felt her gently pull up with her lips creating a tight seal around me.

I glanced at Tiffany, whose left hand was cupping and squeezing her right breast. Her forearm pushed her left tit inward, as she pulled and tweaked her right boob. Sabrina's tits were out of my view, as she was pushing them into the couch. Her mouth, however, was sliding up and off my cock and she looked to Tiffany, who nodded.

I groaned as my girlfriend filled her mouth with my dick in a practiced move. Sabrina moved to the side a bit to allow Tiffany a more comfortable and accessible position. I watched Sabrina's tits jiggle as she moved back, all the while feeling Tiffany's tongue dance over some of the same places Sabrina had focused her attention. I wondered if Tiff had shared some secrets with her rival.

Sabrina surprised me by putting her heavy tits on top of my left leg so I could see her nipples. Her fingers danced over her boobs as Tiffany pulled off of me. Soon, my girlfriend's big tits were on my right leg, and I had four gorgeous breasts leaning on me. I reached out, filling both hands with the ample flesh, gripping Tiffany's firm left boob with my right hand, while palming Sabrina's heavy jug with my left.

Sabrina grinned, demurely, as I fondled her thick breast. I glanced at Tiffany, who smirked as I hefted her big tit. "More head?" she asked.

"Yeah," I grunted. "Sabrina, suck my cock," I ordered.

"Sure," Sabrina said, still grinning. "You know a good blowjob when you get one, Jon; I'll give you that." I would have said something, but Sabrina slowly began taking me into her mouth, and I made a slight gurgling noise. Tiffany rose and cupped her big tits, shaking them.

"She does give good head; I've heard her tell some nasty tales." Sabrina mumbled something and then cupped my balls. Tiffany leaned over to whisper something in her ear, and Sabrina slowly pushed her mouth down until I felt her tongue flicking my balls. "She's got you all, Jon. She sucks dick so good," Tiffany added. She began pulling at her tits more aggressively, distending them gently. I groaned again as Sabrina pulled away. She gasped and immediately slid her mouth back down, sucking just the head in. Some low slurping noises came from my cock as Tiffany's beaten rival began blowing me.

"C'mere," I motioned to Tiff. My girlfriend knew exactly what I wanted, and soon my mouth was wrapped around her turgid nipple as Sabrina kept her attention focused on my cock. Tiffany would pull out and alternate her big boobs for me, giving me all I could handle with a feast of her round, supple flesh. I shook her other breast freely, and Tiffany let me have my way with her. I pulled away gently and Tiffany leaned back on the couch to join my view of Sabrina's bobbing head. Her eyes flickered up to meet mine, then over to Tiffany's,  where the two women locked gazes while Sabrina's lips puffed out around my shaft.

I reached over to play with my girlfriend's big boobs with my right hand, then lifted Sabrina's big left boob and plopped it on the couch. Sabrina shifted to accommodate my desire, and soon both of my hands were again full. I glanced at Tiffany, who grinned, and gently pulled away to sit on the edge of the couch.

"Stop for just a second, Sabrina," she said softly. Sabrina immediately stopped, but slowly slid off of me, letting my wet cock slap against my stomach. "Stand up and lean over at the waist. I have an idea about what to do with you," Sabrina stood up and leaned over. I was impressed with her posture, and I loved the view as her tits swung beneath her.

"Jon," Tiffany chided. "Hold your cock so Sabrina can suck on it some more." I chuckled at the tone, but held my cock at the base as Sabrina leaned over even further. Her soft mouth descended on me again, and I leaned back fro just a moment. When I pulled my head back, I saw Tiffany gently squeezing Sabrina's hanging breasts. She shook them and Sabrina moaned just a bit around my cock. I grunted as Sabrina sucked me again, slowly and patiently. Tiffany swung Sabrina's right tit toward her left, letting the breast wobble as it pointed downward.

"Damn," I said, loving the view of Sabrina's shaking tits.

"You like watching Sabrina's big udders, baby?" Tiffany cooed. She swung them again. Sabrina groaned again and I nodded.

"Oh, yeah," I said. "Make 'em shake for me, Tiff." Tiffany bit her lower lip as she smiled, but soon Sabrina's tits were shaking as much as Tiff could make them. Sabrina groaned and grunted as Tiff played with her, sending waves of vibration up my cock.

Sabrina pulled off momentarily to look at her big tits wobbling on her chest before resuming the blowjob.

I felt a stirring, and realized that the night was still young. "I'm going to cum soon," I announced. Tiffany nodded but did nothing, save resume play with Sabrina's tits. Sabrina, however, pulled off.

"Where is this load going?" she asked, wiping her mouth. Her hand slid idly up and down my shaft.

"You told me a while ago that you swallowed," I said, breathing heavily. Sabrina nodded, and knelt.

"Sorry," she told me as she dropped to her knees. "That angle's not really great for finishing a blowjob." Tiffany shrugged and knelt beside her. Sabrina slid over just a bit as Tiffany leaned in to suckle on the head of my cock.

"Aw, that's sweet," Sabrina said. "You going to cum in her mouth, Jon?" Tiffany looked up at me and I felt myself left in the lurch. Sabrina reached over to Tiffany as I paused to shove Tiffany's tit upward, letting the top of her tits brush my balls. 

"No," I groaned. "Both of you push your tits into the other. Gently," I warned. Both girls nodded, reacting quickly to my command. Soon, Tiffany's right breast was gently pushing Sabrina's left, and vice versa. I stood up and stroked myself for a moment, but then Sabrina and Tiffany leaned in for a kiss.

"Oh shit," I groaned. Ropes of my cum began flying out of my cock, and I was at least a little proud in retrospect how much percentage wise landed on their tits. A few strands hit Sabrina's right cheek, and the left side of Tiffany's face as well, mostly early strands as I spasmed.

I sat down and leaned back, breathing heavily. Tiffany looked at me, then at Sabrina, who nodded. I wondered for a moment what they were doing, then Tiffany leaned over and began licking Sabrina's tits clean. I groaned as I watched my girlfriend carefully and meticulously remove all traces of my explosion.

Sabrina shifted so Tiffany's mouth constantly found her nipple, and soon Tiffany was hefting Sabrina's tits into her mouth. Sabrina motioned me to stand and as I did, she leaned over to suck my cock clean while my girlfriend licked her big tits. She let me fall out of her mouth with a sigh as Tiffany's mouth found her nipples again.

"Do you want me return the favor, Jon?" Sabrina asked. "Do you want me to suck your cum off of your girlfriend's superior tits?"

Tiffany hefted her tits for Sabrina. Sabrina turned to Tiff and leaned over. "Fucking hell," I heard myself whisper. "You're going to worship those better tits?"

"I owe it to them," Sabrina whispered. "She crushed my boobs with her better pair, Jon." It was a scene right out of a porno, and I couldn't believe the black-haired girl's willingness to submit. But as she leaned over, I saw her tongue trace a slick, wet line over Tiffany's left breast. Tiffany smirked as she watched the black-haired girl cleaning her big rack. I groaned as I heard Sabrina wetly slurp up the cum, knowing full well she was doing it for my benefit. Soon, Tiffany's tits were spit-clean, shining in the dim light of the room.

"What now, Jon?" Tiffany asked. Sabrina glanced down and raised her eyebrows as my cock began to slowly come back to life. I was as high as I'd ever been off watching two willing, gorgeous women continually asking for my wishes, so I made a request that some part of my brain doubtful flagged as out of character.

"I'm not quite ready for a whole lot," I said. "You two did a number on me," I told her. Sabrina leaned in to suckle on Tiffany's big tit again, and Tiffany groaned. I grinned as Tiffany looked down with her mouth half open to watch Sabrina skillfully manipulate her breasts. I leaned back on the couch to watch as Sabrina kissed her breasts, then slowly moved down to her stomach.

I said nothing, fearful that I'd destroy that moment. At first I wondered if Sabrina was just teasing my girlfriend, but the moment she reached Tiffany's waistband, her agile fingers dancing for a moment before she slid her pants down. "Rin," Tiffany whispered.

"Just like old times," Sabrina said. Tiffany surprised me by taking the initiative to slide her own panties down. "Why don't you sit down next to your boyfriend?" Sabrina asked.

Tiff sat next to me, throwing me an embarrassed glance as Sabrina knelt between her legs. Her attention was immediately pulled away as Sabrina dove in, head first, sending shudders throughout my girlfriend. Her hands immediately went to Sabrina's head, pulling the raven locks just enough to indicate her desire. Sabrina apparently obliged, and I watched, fascinated, as Tiffany's hands slowly left the rhythmic bobbing of Sabrina's head to cup her big tits.

Tiff's eyes were closed and Sabrina's hand snaked out to find my crotch. The oral display had brought me back to life fairly quickly, and Sabrina wrapped a soft, gentle hand around my cock. Tiffany was moaning loudly as Sabrina stroked me, and I watched the busy mouth of Tiffany's beaten rival. Sabrina pulled away for a moment, looking up with smoky eyes at my girlfriend, who smiled. Sabrina gently let her free hand slide between Tiff's legs while Sabrina stood. She took a step over to me and knelt.

Tiff gasped as Sabrina started fingering her. I noticed Sabrina's thumb staying in almost constant contact with Tiffany's clit.

"Well, Jon, it's your night," Sabrina whispered. "Do you want me to finish your girlfriend first?" I nodded.

"Yeah," I managed.

"So generous. I'll be right back," she promised.

"What about it, Tiff?" Sabrina teased. "You're not going to turn down this offer, right?" Tiffany glanced down at Sabrina.

"Start sucking," Tiff ordered. Sabrina giggled, but lowered her head. Tiff sighed as Sabrina's skilled tongue did its job. I reached over and began gently pulling Tiff's nipples. My girlfriend suddenly started grunting as Sabrina pushed forward. Her head began moving more rapidly as she began working over my girlfriend. I leaned over to Tiffany and enjoyed the reversal of roles for just a moment.

"Go ahead and cum, Tiff," I whispered. "Let her take you over the edge."

"OH FUCK!" Tiffany screamed, throwing her head back. She whimpered throughout the orgasm, and Sabrina continued applying gentle pressure with her mouth.

"Holy shit," Tiff breathed. "Thanks, Rin. I'd forgotten..." she let her voice trail off as she looked at me. Sabrina's smile grew into a look of confusion as I stared at Tiffany. Then it hit her.

"She never told you?" Sabrina asked. "This may the first time we've had a guy involved, but Tiff and I go way back, Jon. We weren't always dating guys."

"You two dated?" Tiffany sputtered and Sabrina laughed.

"No!" both girls said in unison.

"We just had a mutually beneficial system to relieve stress," Tiffany managed. She was still breathing hard from her orgasm. Sabrina laughed.

"As much as I'd love to make this a point of contention and strife, she's right. We fooled around a bit. Your girl is quite good at it," Sabrina whispered conspiratorially.

I closed my eyes and breathed in and out for a moment. When I opened them, Sabrina was on the arm of the couch, her hand on Tiffany's shoulder. Tiffany was looking at me, a half-smile on her face, almost hopeful.

"Wow," was all I could say. "Though I guess my passing judgment doesn't work since I have both of you at once, huh?" Tiff's face fell with relief. "Sabrina, I'm ready for my closeup," I told her.

"But let's go to the bedroom," Tiff interjected. "There's more room." I nodded and Sabrina got up. Tiffany motioned Sabrina to the room and caught me from behind.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you," she whispered. I looked at her.

"You will be," I promised. I reached down and let my finger dance on her sensitive clit. She leaned forward, catching herself on my shoulders. She looked up at me in shock as I slid my finger away and walked into the bedroom.

When I got into the room, Sabrina was standing by the bed.

"I'm going to lay down and let you suck me off," I told her. "While Tiffany repays the kindness you showed her," I said. Tiffany's eyes went wide, and Sabrina glanced at her sorority sister.

"You two have a complicated relationship already," I said, feeling confidence and even a sense of power. "This is just the next step."

"I'm game," Sabrina said quietly. Tiffany just nodded. I positioned myself parallel to the bed, with my head at the headboard. Sabrina lay her body perpendicular as she prepared to suck me off. Tiffany moved around the bed and knelt at the side, slowly rubbing Sabrina's open pussy.

"I'm going to apologize in advance if I get... distracted," Sabrina told me, opening her mouth and taking me in without hesitation. Tiffany heard the beginning, and the immediate groan around my cock told me that Sabrina was enjoying Tiffany's attention.

"Holy shit, Tiff," Sabrina said, pulling me out of her mouth. "I forgot how good you were at that," she whispered. Sabrina's mouth immediately returned to my cock. I looked to Sabrina's ass, watching my girlfriend eating her pussy. I reached down to pull at Sabrina's heavy breast. Sabrina kept sucking, but glanced up at me and grinned. After a few more passes, Sabrina got a wicked glint in her eye and pulled away.

"Do you play with Tiff's big tits while she sucks your cock? I always did when she was slurping on my pussy, Jon. Are you trying to picture us fucking each other now?" She sucked me into her mouth again. I shook Sabrina's tit and felt her tongue on my balls again. Sabrina stopped and pulled off quickly.

"She's already got me cumming, Jon. Your slut of a girlfriend is making me cum... Oh fuck!" Sabrina screamed. Tiff kept her head buried until Sabrina came down. As soon as Sabrina had regained her bearings, she went back down on me. Tiff stood, looking at me both lustily and meekly. Sabrina bobbed a few times when an idea hit me.

"How about we change some things up?" I asked. Sabrina stopped and looked at me quizzically.

"You don't want a blowjob?" Sabrina asked, slowly taking me to the root. Tiffany grinned as she watched my face, but I held my resolve.

"Not right now," I corrected her. "Right now, I want to take advantage of a very rare opportunity. Both of you kneel right here," I said, pointing to the side of the bed. "Put your tits together for me." Both girls grinned, but did as I asked. I slid over the bed and let my legs slide between them. They repositioned for me.

"You want a titfuck from both of us at once, you greedy fuck," Tiffany said, her mouth wide. Sabrina's jaw dropped as I reached down to heft Sabrina's left breast onto my right thigh, and Tiffany's right breast onto my left.

"I can honestly say I'll have the four best tits I've ever seen on me at the same time," I told them. I gave them time to mull the decision over.

"Well, it's not like neither of us have been on the receiving end, Rin," Tiff noted. Sabrina grinned and pulled her other tit up as did Tiffany. Sabrina grabbed my cock, and Tiffany held her tits open. I slid between my girlfriend's big, heavy tits once more, sighing as I felt her soft skin press around me. Then Sabrina moved forward. I had to close my legs in order to accommodate, but soon my cock was between the shared valley of their four amazing breasts.

I began fucking their tits, finally understanding paradise. I had been amazed at how well Sabrina and Tiffany had gotten along; the minor barbs were friendly at the least, I thought as I continued thrusting. Tiffany's tits were jiggling slightly, while Sabrina was holding her boobs more tightly given the angle. Both girls also seemed strangely in sync as they brought their tits up and down, and I fought the urge to ask Tiff if they'd done this before as well. Having learned my lesson, I simply continued enjoying the spoils of a war where I was the territory rather than the participant.

I was watching the two girls with obvious interest, even the fog of my reaction couldn't keep me from noticing the shared glances. They locked eyes at least four times while they were sliding their boobs across my shaft. I could tell that the position wasn't comfortable for any of us, though, and I pulled apart. Both Tiff and Sabrina sighed with relief, and I spread my legs, letting my swollen cock rest as comfortably as it was going to.

"Lovely, ladies," I said meaningfully.

"Were you going to cum on our big tits again?" Tiffany asked. Sabrina pushed her orbs towards me as I stood.

"No. I had another idea, girls," I said. "Why don't you both sit on the bed? I have something I want to see," Sabrina and Tiffany stood, then sat down on the bed, their legs dangling over the side. They both looked confused, which, honestly, I was fine with. I wanted this to come out of nowhere.

"Kiss," I said softly. They both paused for a moment, uncertain, then Tiffany leaned in to begin curling her head up and kissing her rival. Sabrina's hands immediately responded, gripping Tiffany's shoulders. I was surprised only by the passion of the kiss as they leaned back, free to explore each other's body. Tiff leaned back on the bed and Sabrina followed. I heard the gentle kisses between the two as they made out. I was about to call them off one another and join the fun when Sabrina's hand made its way to Tiffany's pussy. Tiffany's legs spread slightly as her rival/lover/sorority sister began gently manipulating my girlfriend's pussy.

Tiffany's hands, meanwhile, lay at her head as she let Sabrina take control. I tried to remain calm but I was watching stuff I'd only dreamed about. Sabrina lifted herself up on her arm gently to suckle at Tiffany's big tits. Tiff scooped up her breast and helped, pushing it towards Sabrina. The latter greedily licked and lapped at the nipple, then seemingly devoured the tit attached to it, it seemed. Sabrina was an aggressive lover, I learned, watching. She kept the tit trapped between her lips even as Tiffany came again.

"Fuck, Rin!" Tiffany yelled. "I'm cumming again; oh my god, I'm cumming!" I would have been more jealous had I not almost cum myself, not even touching my throbbing cock. She'd completely given herself to the orgasm and her freed tit flopped all over despite its firmness as she shook from pleasure.

As Tiffany came down, Sabrina kissed Tiffany again. Tiff's freed breast fell and shook as Sabrina let it go. She sat up and stretched, and looked at me.

"C'mon over, Jon," Sabrina said smoothly. I stood and walked over. Tiffany was still breathing hard. She also sat up, and Sabrina kissed her in front of me.

"You certainly seemed to enjoy that," Sabrina said. "And the only thing I remember hearing you say was 'Kiss.'" I nodded, grinning.

"We have a sordid past, don't we Tiff?" Sabrina asked.

"It would seem we have a sordid present," Tiffany quipped, recovering. Sabrina chuckled.

"So what do I do with this?" Sabrina asked. She turned her gaze to my throbbing hard on.

"Since you both liked kissing so much," I said, grinning. "Why don't you both give me a kiss?" Both women slid down to their knees and I stepped forward. "Suck me off, girls," I said.

Sabrina went in first, and Tiffany's hand circled the base of my cock. I was amazed I lasted as long as I did, but Sabrina had only made two passes before I came right into her mouth. Sabrina didn't seem to mind at all, swallowing dutifully as I groaned and grunted through another orgasm. She slid off and  Tiffany replaced her for a moment, then Sabrina stood.

Tiffany suckled my softening dick before standing up.

"I certainly feel like I know you two better," Sabrina said. I slid my hand down to fondle her ass. Sabrina looked at me and Tiffany grinned. My fingers quickly began teasing the outer lips of her pussy as she tried to speak. She was wet, and I had no problem finding my way around the folds of her pussy to her hardened clit.

"I need to... oh, fuck you, Jon. Fuck, fuck.." Sabrina didn't continue speaking, and groaned even more insistently as Tiffany's mouth found Sabrina's right nipple. I fingerfucked her gently, all the while gently flicking her clit. Soon, Sabrina was leaning over, and she looked down to Tiffany for a brief moment.

"Lucky bitch," Sabrina whispered. She came hard over my hand and I groaned as I felt her strong pussy contract over my fingers.

"What is it you needed?" Tiffany asked, releasing Sabrina's swinging tit from her heavy mouth. I cupped the freed orb, bringing my hand from her pussy to cup her left breast. I grunted as I squeezed the heavy gland, working my fingers to the nipple. Soon I was bouncing both boobs in my hand while Tiffany watched.

"I was going to say I needed to go because I have work tomorrow," Sabrina whispered.

"And now?" I asked, still juggling her big tits.

"I'll go in tired," Sabrina moaned as I pinched both her nipples at once.

"You will," Tiffany agreed. "We're not quite done here," she said. Sabrina moaned and this time Tiffany's hand slid between Sabrina's legs. "God, I'm so glad I won that fight. Now I just get to do whatever I want," Sabrina said nothing as her sensitive pussy was met again with skilled, dextrous fingers.

"Hold her up by her loser tits, Jon," I cupped her tits from the base, pushing them up as Tiffany worked her over again. I felt her tits shake as she began to respond to the vigorous manipulation.

"Dammit," Sabrina moaned, throwing her head back. She leaned against my shoulder, and I looked down to her tits from the top. I tried smashing them together, loving the way the interior curves of her breasts crashed into each other.

"I think we're almost done, Jon. Is there anything else you wanted to do?" I looked at my girlfriend, who was offering Sabrina like a toy that she'd gotten bored with. She'd pulled her hand away from Sabrina, and I saw it soaked

Sabrina smiled, though. "You bitch," she laughed, breathless. I shook my head. I was amazed at how much we'd fit into one night.

I continued playing with Sabrina's big tits, however, enjoying both the sight and feel of her jiggling breasts. I hefted them and dropped them, watching as the flesh wobbled gently on her chest. "You want to keep playing with those big, loser tits, baby?" Tiffany asked. I nodded, slapping them together again. Sabrina groaned she felt me using her tits for her pleasure.

"Do you mind if I make her cum one more time?" Tiffany asked in the same blasé tone she'd used just a moment ago.

"Not at all," I replied. I dropped her tits again.

"Oh damn," Sabrina moaned as Tiffany let her fingers back into the black-haired girl's pussy.

"Who owns you?" Tiffany asked.

"Fuck you," Sabrina whispered.

"That's exactly what I'm doing," Tiffany responded. "Jon, suck on her big, loser tits some more, would you?" I moved around next to my girlfriend, whose tits were hanging slightly away from her body as she leaned forward to finger her rival's pussy. I let Sabrina's right nipple into my mouth and sucked on it gently. Sabrina's tip responded, hardening, while Tiffany continued to taunt her.

"You're going to cum, Rin. Do you want to cum?"

"You fucking bitch," Sabrina said, her head lolling from one side to the other. I hefted Sabrina's left breast by the nipple and reveled in the groan that it caused.

"Mm-hmm," Tiffany replied. "I'll assume that's a yes. You'll cum, but how soon depends on you. I'm going to frig this hot cxnt until you can't take it. You'll tell me I own you soon," Tiff said, her matter-of-fact tone surprising even to me. "I could describe exactly what I'm doing, you know," Tiffany said. "Like how I'm using my index finger and ring finger to push those sopping pussy lips apart so I can do this," Sabrina bucked suddenly, and her boob popped out of my mouth.

"That's right, my big middle finger on your tiny, hard clit. Imagine what I could do..." I felt myself hardening despite myself as my girlfriend drove Sabrina to the brink.

"Please," Sabrina hissed.

"What?" Tiffany asked. "Let me close those lips to hear the question." I heard the squelching noise of removal from a wet pussy and looked down briefly to watch Tiff's glittering fingers reflecting the light of the apartment. Tiffany looked up at the struggling Sabrina.

"Please let me cum," Sabrina stammered. Her heavy breathing was interrupting her speech, and her breasts were heaving even as I suckled them.

"What do I need to hear for that to happen? We've been over this," Tiffany reminded her. I waited with a mouth full of Sabrina's big breast for the response.

"I'm going to get you for this, Tiff. You own me for now," Sabrina breathed. "You can do whatever you want with me."

"Like this?" I didn't see what Tiffany did, but I certainly felt it. Sabrina lurched forward, then yelped I wondered if I'd bitten her, but she was holding her other breast while she began moaning. I groaned as she then fell backward, and I released her breast to grab her shoulders, shifting a bit to stand at her side. I held her while she came and directed her to the bed, where she collapsed.

She was still moaning, and I shook her right breast some more as she came down.

"Now we're done," Tiffany said with finality. I felt her behind me and turned. She kissed me, hard, and long, her tongue dancing in my mouth the entire time. When she finally pulled away, I was stirring again. Tiffany felt me against her thigh. "I'll take care of you later," she promised in a whisper.

Tiffany passed me to look down on Sabrina. The two sorority sisters gazed at each other before Tiffany lowered her breast to Sabrina's mouth. Sabrina mumbled something but took the offered teat. After a few minutes of Sabrina's loud, aggressive breast worship, Tiffany stood.

"Thanks for an amazing night," Tiffany whispered. Sabrina couldn't help but smile. "You were such a good slut." The smile faded and Tiffany turned around to get her clothes.

"Over Christmas, you and I are going to tussle again," Sabrina called. Tiffany turned around, a knowing grin on her face. I stared at my girlfriend's breast, noticing that the right breast still shone with Sabrina's spittle.

"I kinda figured we would," Tiff said back, and of all the things that Tiffany had said or done, that one caught Sabrina's attention. Tiff grinned and left both Sabrina and me in the bedroom, our mouths hanging open.

After Sabrina had left (after a shower  to which I was not invited), she thanked us both and walked out. As I locked the door, I turned around to see Tiff on her knees. She pulled down my boxers and sucked my cock into her willing, wet mouth. I groaned and leaned against the door.

Saturday morning I woke up to Tiffany licking me a bit. I looked at her and smiled. "You like?" she asked. I grinned and nodded.

She continued, then slowly and luxuriously took me into her mouth. I watched her eyes meet mine and then close as she worked me over with her lips and tongue, taking just what she wanted or needed to extract the tingling pleasure from me.

"Thanks for last night," Tiffany said, still stroking me. "I had a really good time sharing that. Did you enjoy yourself?" I nodded back. "I thought you might. I know we were all a bit restrained last night, but I'm glad you liked it."

"It was new," I told her. "And I was a bit surprised about some of the information revealed. Do you mind if I ask you about it?" Tiffany leaned over and gently licked the head of my throbbing cock after I'd posed the question.

"Not at all. Do you mind if I keep blowing you while I answer?" She slid me back into her mouth again, licking and gently massaging me with her lips.

"I didn't mean just this minute," I tried to assure her.

"Oh, I did," she replied. "Go ahead and ask."

"Oh damn," I whispered as Tiffany positioned herself a bit more closely to me. She slid her face towards my cock and pulled half of me in, bobbing gently. I shook myself away from the sight and position to try and ask the question the least obtrusive way possible. I failed.

"So how long did you two fool around?" I groaned. Tiffany and Sabrina's revelation that they were make-out buddies (or more; I hadn't learned that yet) had been eye-opening, and I was still trying to process what that meant for everything that happened.

Tiffany's mouth pulled away from my cock. "Pretty much last year. Even during some of our tenser moments we were still friends. But we stopped really right at the end of the year."

"Was she jealous of me?" I asked sincerely. Tiffany stroked me gently, looking for a moment at her hand sliding up and down.

"Do you want her to be?" she asked back. I was taken off guard, but then realized it was a valid question.

"No," I told her. "I want this to be between us." Tiffany smiled. I was amazed as she slid her mouth halfway down my cock before looking back up, leaving me shining in the dim morning light.

"Ok. I think she might have been jealous, but for a while, she wanted to get at me; that power struggle started our little spats and you were the easiest way to get to me. Plus, we're generally competitive. I think Sabrina may have thought you were just some boy-toy to me," she said. Again, her head gently bobbed in my lap.

"And I'm not?" I teased. Tiff caught the tone immediately and slid her mouth down slowly to the root. I groaned and she pulled up.

"Nope. I don't want you around to please me. I want you around to please you," she whispered. She took me into her mouth again and gently pulled back up.

"Of course, if you wanted to feed me at some point this morning, I wouldn't object," she said. She must have caught the look in my eye or the shift in my shoulders. "And no jokes about protein shakes," she warned. I laughed but nodded.

"I'll finish up here, first," she whispered. She brought her head down to my lap again and returned to my morning treat.

I was able to whip up an omelet, avoiding any protein commentary as Tiff came in topless.

"I love you having this place."

"Me, too," I said ogling her. Tiff grinned.

"Such a predictable guy," she said in mock annoyance. I leaned in to kiss her and let my left hand grab her right breast gently. Tiff grinned.

"Breakfast," she said. We sat and ate, Tiffany avoiding any spills while I watched her big breasts resting on her chest. She would let her arm brush against them as she ate, gently shoving and jiggling them in a show meant for me. When we finished, I cleared the plates and washed them. When I turned around I saw Tiffany standing there with her biceps pushing her tits out.

"Thanks for breakfast," she whispered.

"Any time. Thanks for the wake up call," I returned. She grinned.

"That was fun for both of us, I think, but since I did most of the work, I'll take the credit," she said. I laughed. Tiff gathered her things and made to the door.

"My next fight is with Gloria next week. I know you and I are going to be pretty busy today, but we're still on for tonight, right?" she asked. I nodded.

"If there's something you want me to wear, just let me know," she added. I went to the mindless task of cleaning the kitchen to figure out what she'd meant. I studied most of the day, and headed over to the parents' house. I cleaned up some two day old leftovers and watered the plants, organizing and fixing the mail. I sighed as I realized I had forgotten almost nothing about living there.

On the way back from the house, I stopped to pick up some groceries. I decided that I'd cook a nice dinner for my girlfriend when she had time. I decided to study on the couch, and at about five o'clock I woke to hear my phone ringing.

"Hey," I grunted through the fog of sleep.

"Oh, I'm sorry, baby, did I wake you?" Tiffany asked.

"It's fine. Just been a bit tired," I assured her.

"Well, you did seem a bit drained when I left this morning," she joked.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Well, I was wondering if you'd want to go on a date with this hot young girl I know. She's about five foot four inches tall, weighs about... well, she's nice looking, and has the most amazing tits." I grinned.

"You have her number?" I asked. Tiffany laughed, thankfully. "I can be there in an hour to pick you up," I told her. "Where do you want to go?"

"It's a surprise. Already arranged. I'll be here." I was curious, but immediately went to shower and shave, and put on a nice, casual pair of pants and oxford shirt that my mom had gotten me.

I pulled up to the sorority house and knocked on the door. Cassie opened the door, grinning. "Thought it was you," she said.  She was wearing a conservative t-shirt, but her firm breasts still pushed against the fabric and I glanced down. "God, Tiff's right. You are insatiable," she laughed. I must have looked embarrassed, and she grinned.

"Oh I love the attention, Jon. Even if I know how tight you two are, it's still nice to know I get nice guys looking, too." She let me in, and I felt a bit lighter in my step from the compliment. I assumed most of the girls had gone out for a Saturday night.

I knocked on Tiffany's door and when I opened it, I first noticed the impish grin on my girlfriend's face. She leaned in to kiss me, and pulled me in, closing the door behind her.

"Missed you," she said. "You like my outfit?"

I hadn't looked at her outfit because she'd been so aggressive with the kiss, but as I took a step back, I realized she was wearing the bra and panty set she'd won the rights to from Sarah. It was black and sheer in just enough places so as to be distracting. Tiffany's flesh, while not pale, certainly stood out against the dark fabric. I could see enough because of her open shirt, a button up blouse that she'd left unbuttoned for me. Her jeans were hugging her round, firm ass, and I licked my lips as she began buttoning the blouse slowly in a reverse strip tease.

"Say goodbye to them," she whispered. "For now. Are you ready for your surprise?" I nodded and grabbed her by the waist.

"Do we have to go out?" I asked, kissing her neck, just below her ear. Tiffany's arms encircled my neck.

"Afraid so. If I promise you some fun when we come home, will you let me go?" she asked.

"What kind of fun?" I asked, proceeding down her neck to her shoulder.

"You fucker," Tiffany breathed. I'd known she was sensitive there for some time. "Whatever you want," she said almost desperately.

"Excellent," I told her. She looked up at me, wide-eyed.

"I guess you like the outfit," she joked, still breathing hard.

"I do," I agreed. "I can't wait to see what it looks like half off of you, though," I teased. I thought Tiff would laugh, but I saw her face flush and her breasts begin heaving through the cloth. I grinned and held her close. "I guess I know what I'll be doing, then," I told her. I pulled away, and shifted quickly.

"Ready to go?" I asked. She flipped me off, but pulled me close and we walked out the door.

She gave me directions as we drove, toying with the button in the middle of her blouse. At times it would be open, giving me an inviting look at her right breast, and doing a very good job of distracting me. I missed two turns before she buttoned up, shaking her head in disappointment.

We finally pulled into a parking lot of a small square building. There were curtains hung and closed, and the door seemed as though it only opened one way. I was shocked that we were there. There were two other cars, and I carefully got out of the car after Tiffany had opened the door and gotten out. We were alone in the parking lot, and Tiffany strode right up to the door and knocked. The door opened, and Tiffany beckoned me over.

Standing in the door was a young woman, probably slightly older than Tiffany and I were, wearing a sharply tailored business suit. The neckline drifted down slightly, revealing just the shadow of cleavage, and while I couldn't see a bra, there was a substantial perk to the nicely sized breasts beneath. While the suit hid several of her curves, her face was angular and sharp, and she smiled warmly when she saw Tiffany.

"Tiff! I saw you on the list! Is this the guy?" Suddenly very analytical and penetrating blue eyes bore into me. Her gaze slowly moved up and down and she nodded approvingly. "You're right. That new job is doing him some good. He's kinda hunky," she finished before turning back to her.

"And it looks like all that sex is doing you some good, too, Tiff. And you didn't lose any of that weight in your tits. I hate you." The two women laughed, and I knew I looked confused.

"Jon, this is Julia. She was a member of the sorority ahead of me. She was a senior when I came in, and gave me a few pointers."

"You're welcome, Jon, if I remember some of those pointers." And Tiffany blushed, but nodded to me. I know I still wore that confused look "Well, come in. This is a private club, but Tiff's membership in the sorority lets her in."

We entered into a small room and Julia opened a door that led down a narrow flight of stairs. We followed Julia down into a surprisingly long hallway. We made it to the third door on the left, and Julia opened it up. "Your waitress will be with you shortly," Julia said, and motioned for us to enter.

It was a private dining room, small, but quite large enough for a table and two chairs, with a rose and a candle in the center of the table. Two menus were in front of the seats, and the lights were dim, though they allowed enough light to see. The table was a dark, dark, wood, smoothly polished and stained, and each of the sturdy chairs were cushioned. I held out Tiffany's chair, and she glanced up at me as she sat down, unbuttoning two buttons on her blouse. She pulled the lapels apart to show some of her cleavage and smiled.

"Amazing," I whispered. I leaned over to kiss her. "You are a constant surprise, love," I told her. She smiled widely and cutely tucked her hair behind her ear.

"That's the first time you've called me that," she said softly. I grinned.

"I would have meant it a long time ago," I said sincerely. She smiled back at me. I sat down, and she locked eyes with me. She reached out and grabbed my hand. She seemed satisfied just holding it for a moment before looking down. When she looked back up, I saw her eyes sparkling.

"Thanks," she said simply. "I'm absolutely starving. What looks good to you?" She looked down at the menu, while I continued looking at her.

"All of it," I told her. She looked up and rolled her eyes.

"Can you keep your mind off of me for long enough to order food?" she asked, though I saw her smile breaking through anyway. She paused and I saw her hand wander down beneath the table. Her eyes fluttered for a moment, and she took a deep breath. "There," she whispered. "I'll be ready when we get home." My eyes widened. "Now order some food," she told me.

I was impressed with the menu. Some good food popped on it, including a nice leg of lamb, which I decided to order. As I looked up to ask Tiffany what she was having, the door opened and a slim young woman stood by our table. We both ordered (Tiff had the lobster), and the waitress slipped away.

"I have to ask," I finally said. Tiff's eyes never left mine, but I saw her unbutton another button on her blouse, putting her bra back on display for me.

"No, you don't," she said. "I'll tell you after. I just want you to enjoy this. And maybe the view," she told me. I laughed.

"Ok. Thank you, then. This is great." Tiffany grinned from ear to ear and the waitress walked back in. She gave us our drinks and some bread.

We had a wonderful dinner, and chatted about school. Tiff occasionally pulled her blouse down "accidentally" and I took advantage. Tiffany took care of the check and we made our way back to the car.

"Can we go to your place tonight?" she asked. I nodded. "Ok. There's something I want to ask you."

"Can I ask you about that amazing meal?" She giggled.

"Oh, it's no big deal, Jon. That's an exclusive little restaurant that I have a few ins for, that's all." She saw the look on my face and nodded. "Fine, fine. What does my dad do?"

"He's a lawyer," I responded.

"Yup. A very good lawyer. And he's very good at getting to know people. So he has frequented this establishment. Discretion is the name of the game at that place. I was able to get us in dropping both his name and Julia's. Julia's actually running the place, as near as I can tell. Our events were always so much more organized when she was here."

I made it home as we chatted, and we continued talking as we got out of the car. As soon as we sat down on the couch, Tiff changed the subject.

"Can I ask you something?" she asked. Her tone had changed, so I just nodded.

"Would you mind having dinner with me and my parents? Dad apparently didn't know we were dating. I guess Dan kept it a good secret. But of course he knows, and he likes to meet the boys that I'm serious with." I was a bit surprised, but it seemed reasonable.

"How many times has he asked?" Tiffany looked down, shifting a bit.

"This is the first," she told me. That really surprised me, and it was apparent on my face. "You are a silly, silly boy, Jon. I've never been this serious with anyone. I've dated a few guys, and yes, you weren't my first, but I've never really been so attached to anyone before."

"Me either," I whispered.

"That's because you're a total dork," Tiffany said in the same quiet tone. I scowled at her and she giggled.

"You can't stay mad at me," Tiffany said confidently.

"How's that?" I asked, still scowling.

"Well, next week you get to watch me put that bitch Gloria in her place, and tonight I'm going to let you have your way with my young, nubile body," she said matter-of-factly. I shook my head, grinning. "So will you have dinner with us?"

"Of course, Tiff. I know how much this means to you." Tiffany grinned at my response.

"Thanks," she said softly. She leaned up to kiss me, letting her lips linger on mine. I took advantage and pressed her back against the couch until she was leaning back. I began opening her blouse, and Tiffany sighed.

"Oh, good. I was afraid I'd scared you off with the meeting my parents, talk," she said.

"I believe I was promised dessert," I told her, sliding down her body. I looked up to watch Tiffany put a finger to her lips while she watched me unbuttoning her pants.

The next morning was Sunday, and I left a sleeping Tiffany in my apartment to go get doughnuts for breakfast. When I came back, she was sipping a cup of coffee and smiling.

"Hey! You look like you're in a good mood," I told her.

"I knew you were coming back," she said, standing. I set the donuts on the couch. She was wearing an old t-shirt of mine, and her big boobs pushed against the fabric. The protruding nipples pushing through told me she was not wearing a bra. "It was a nice feeling, knowing that someone was coming back," she shrugged. "I guess I'm really sentimental today," she said.

"No. I know what you mean," I assured her. "It was nice knowing you'd be here." She grinned and we ate our doughnuts leisurely.

"What are your plans for today?" I asked.

"I have no idea what's going on at the house, so none yet. I imagine that there will be a few fires to put out, but it's getting to be crunch time, and I've got to start studying. Which probably means I won't be able to come by as often," Tiffany added with a sigh.

"Yeah. Everyone told me the last month was going to be the hardest, but I didn't realize how bad it was," I told her. She grinned.

"You'll be fine. Just study and you'll be fine. And remember. You'll still have your place over Christmas Break, and I'll need a place to escape Dan and Connie's constant sexcapades."

"Oh, wow," I said. "I could have totally gone without ever thinking about that."

"We're a couple; we share stuff now. That includes my brother hooking up so loudly that I can make out sentences the last time I was home. Being trapped with him during winter break doesn't really make my day," she shuddered, and I laughed.

"Ah well. I'm going to get dressed and head out. I'm going to work out this morning, so you might not hear from me for a bit."

Tiffany changed and gathered her things, and I met her at the door with a slow, passionate kiss.

"I'll miss you," she promised. I smiled.

"I'll miss you, too." She patted my chest.

"Go learn stuff," she ordered. I nodded and closed the door.

The next week went by quickly, with studying, and my father's return. We had a lot to clean up and reorganize. Tiff's life at the sorority began picking up as they planned for initiation at the beginning of the spring term, and so we would share a text or a quick call. On Friday, Tiff was off work and had taken two tests. She called just after she finished it.

"Why am I going to college?" she moaned.

"For the hot young coeds?" I offered. I heard her laugh and grinned.

"That's you, asshole," she said, chuckling. "I'll make it worth your while if you take me out tonight," she offered.

"Actually, I was going to ask if you wanted to come over for dinner."

"Oooh, I like home cooked meals. Plus, I don't have to get all dressed up." I laughed, realizing she'd had a rough week.

Tiffany came over as I was still cooking. I opened the door and grabbed her coat, and she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Go, sit on the couch," I told her. "Tonight I get to treat you," I told her. And I did my best. I'd baked some cod in a lemon garlic sauce and put it over a bed of rice.

As I served her dinner on the coffee table, she looked at me. "This looks amazing, Jon." I grinned.

"Hopefully it matches in flavor," I said. She looked at me and grinned. We ate in silence and fast.

"Wow," Tiffany told me. "That was great. Thanks, baby," she told me. "You know what they say about food, right?"

"It's necessary?" I guessed. She leaned into me.

"It's the quickest way to a woman's heart," she said softly. I kissed her forehead. She snuggled into me, and we just lay on the couch for a moment.

"Gloria tomorrow," Tiffany whispered.

"Are you nervous?" I asked softly.

"A bit. I think it'll be an interesting fight, though, and I know Gloria's a tough girl. So she won't go down without a fight. But she'll go down," she added.

I grinned, and we both were quiet, simply holding each other.

The next morning, I woke up with Tiffany still nestled in my arms. I glanced at the clock and shrugged. I did my best not to jostle my girlfriend but she shook awake.

"Oh, wow," she said. "Did we fall asleep?"

"Yup," I told her. "It's seven in the morning." Tiff groaned.

"Early," she muttered. I leaned down and kissed her on the head. We sat for a few minutes before Tiffany spoke.

"I liked just sleeping with you, though," she said quietly.

"I did, too. It felt really nice and normal," I told her. She wrapped into me even more firmly.

"I don't wanna get up," she whined.

"Go back to sleep," I told her.

"I should go study," she said softly, but I could tell she was nodding off.

"You can do that tomorrow," I said. "Get some rest." She sighed and rested her head on my chest.

We both woke up again at nine, and Tiffany pushed off of me, stretching. I couldn't help but notice her breasts pushing against her t-shirt, and she grinned as she caught my eyes.

"Pervert," she whispered. We puttered around, and she eventually stood to go shower. When she came out, she gave me a quick kiss.

"I do have stuff to get ready for tonight, but thanks for last night," she told me, kissing my cheek again.

"No problem," I said. "Glad you had a nice time."

"See you tonight at 5?" I nodded.

"Early isn't it?"

"There's going to be a bit of a party afterwards, apparently. You wanna go?" I shrugged.

"I'm caught up, so we can probably make it there, if you want to go," I responded. Tiff nodded.

"We can stop by; it's not like it's required. Not even a sorority thing. Just some friends, and our space is usable," she said. "We'll see how things go," she added. "See you tonight," she promised. "And thanks again. I needed last night." She kissed me again, and walked out.

The afternoon went by quickly, as I spent most of it cleaning my place and reorganizing my books (a collection, I was surprised to find, that was growing larger with each passing month). I wondered about the fight, and found myself getting a bit more nervous than I'd expected. The fight between Gina and Amanda had been an entertaining one, made more so as I got involved.

I showered and dressed as appropriately as I knew (jeans and a polo shirt seemed pretty standard for the guys that might show up). I drove over, and Tiffany actually answered the door. She was wearing a v-neck white t-shirt, with an obvious red bra underneath, and I watched her legs reach to the floor from the bottoms of her cutoff jeans. I smiled as she grinned.

"Oh, neat," she said, and leaned in to kiss me. I expected a chaste kiss, but soon realized that she wanted more. When I pulled away she looked at me and grinned. "You make a really great pillow. I need to keep you around so I can sleep more," she teased.

"I was just back up to my room. You care to join me?" I nodded, and I followed her curvy ass up the stairs, making low wolf-whistles. Halfway up, she looked down at me and grinned.

"No matter how many times you check it out, I'm not going to let you fuck me there," she whispered. Her voice had dropped to a sultry whisper and as she bent over she displayed her impressive cleavage. "Besides, we know what side your bread is buttered on, baby," she hefted her magnificent globes and shook them for me. She stuck her tongue out at me and clambered up the stairs.

When we got into the room, she closed the door behind me and kissed me, much more deeply than she had at the entrance to the house. I felt my hand slide to her ass and pull her to me, loving the feel of her bra-clad breasts smashing into me. When she pulled away, she had a very aggressive look in her eye.

"Amanda beat Gina," she said to me. "I am going to own Gloria, Jon. And whether I say anything about it or not, you'll know the moment her tits start giving way, I did it for you. You want the best tits in the house?" I reached out and cupped her big left breast. She let me shake it for a moment, enjoying my attention.

"I can't wait to see it," I told her.

"Then come on downstairs," she said.

We walked downstairs, my hand resting on her hip the entire way. When the door to the "arena" opened, I saw a large crowd. Most were the sorority sisters I knew, or at least knew of. They were seated on the first row for the most part, and I let my eyes circle the room to identify them. My eyes were first drawn to Sabrina, who was wearing Tiffany's collar and a white button up blouse halfway undone without a bra. The interior curves of her gorgeous tits held firm as she moved, shifting only slightly as she leaned left to whisper in Gina's ear when we walked in. Behind Gina was a tall guy, well built and wearing a baseball cap. He looked at me strangely, almost aggressively when I came in, and I realized it was likely Gloria's boyfriend. He was the only guy in there beside me. I returned his stare with a smirk as I walked in with Tiffany.

Gloria was on the mat, stretching in a sports bra and gym shorts. Her bra held her boobs close, but I could definitely see some density and size as she moved. I scanned the rows again, and noticed Amanda and Connie sitting beside one another. Cassie was beside them, a bit further away from the freshman girls, her red hair shining. She nodded to me as we entered, and I returned the greeting.

Tiffany moved to the center of the mat immediately, and I strode toward Amanda, who motioned me over to her.

"Tiff's supporters are over here," she whispered. I nodded, then looked to the two girls behind Amanda. One was the blonde, Bianca whom I'd seen over the summer, and the other was a girl I hadn't seen before. She looked older, and I took a moment to see if I could place her. She had dark hair, and blue eyes, with a soft, rounder face. I did notice she was wearing glasses, and had a book in her lap. She wasn't tremendously endowed, but the purple sweater she was wearing was baggy, limiting my perception of her tits' size.

"These are Jessica's tits," she told me as I got caught. Connie snorted, and Amanda giggled. She was smiling though and put out her hand to shake it. I took it, and hoped I looked as chastised as I felt.

"Jon," I said, introducing myself and reaching out to shake her hand. "Sorry," I added. Jessica shrugged and took the offered limb.

"I can't imagine that in a room full of women whose tits you've seen you'd be so distracted," she pointed out a bit more sarcastically than I thought completely necessary. I grinned regardless, and she smiled back. "So you're the one that's tamed our girl, huh?" I turned to the mat, where Tiff and Gloria were about ready to get started.

"This is tame?" I asked. Jessica laughed, loudly, and shrugged.

"Nice, Jon. You're a funny guy. I was of course referring to her party days. She had a few rambunctious dates, you know." I wondered if the new girl was trying to get under my skin.

"She's told me," I said and felt Amanda pat my arm. I turned, enjoying the look of surprise crossing the girl's face. Amanda grinned at me, and I let my gaze flicker down to her chest for just a moment. Amanda rolled her eyes, but didn't move away.

"The challenge laid down by Gloria will be answered this evening, under all the purviews and rules by the girls of Beta Omega Omega Beta sorority. Do all members and pledges in attendance stand in accord and understanding of these rules?" Sabrina intoned.

The entire room, now completely hushed, slowly filled with "I do's."  I remained quiet, and noticed Gloria's boyfriend doing the same. Our eyes met, and at the very least, we shared the uncomfortable feeling of not knowing what to do.

The moment was over quickly, and Tiffany met Gloria at the middle. Tiffany reached behind her to unclasp her bra, and I grinned as I saw her big, firm tits fall just slightly on her chest. My girlfriend ran her hands over her tits. I couldn't believe that I still marveled over her size and firmness, and the soft skin. Knowing her more intimately, I knew her skin was soft and smooth, but the flesh beneath was anything but.  Gloria moved next, and I wasn't the only person who turned eyes to Gloria.

She pulled the bra up and over, and more and more of the underside of her darker boobs were revealed as she stripped. I watched as she finally got the bra over her nipples, and both tanned orbs dropped down, jiggling as they settled on her chest. Size wise, they seemed to be right on par with one another. Given the way Gloria's tits rested on her chest, I wasn't sure she was as firm as Tiffany. I grinned as I looked to my left, where Connie and Amanda were sitting. Few girls in the room were, I realized, proudly.

Gloria's nipples were long and thick, looking brown against her dark skin. Gloria hefted her breasts in her hands and gently pulled at the nipples. They were already hard, and I knew Tiffany's were probably stiff, too. Both girls were staring daggers at each other, and I wondered if there had been anything else said between Gloria's text and the fight.

They took a few steps toward each other and I noticed that Gloria was a couple of inches taller than Tiffany. I was certainly glad they weren't boxing, as Gloria looked pretty well toned, and the added reach would have been a problem. But when they lined up, they almost lined up nipple to nipple.

"You need to stop fucking with people, Tiffany," Gloria said suddenly. "Getting Gina into that match with Amanda was not your call."

"Either one could say no, Gloria," Tiffany responded, never looking away. "You've never helped arrange a fight?" Gloria's eyes narrowed and she stepped forward, making contact with Tiffany's tits. Despite the anger between them, I could tell both women felt something. Gloria let out a quick breath, and Tiffany made a soft hum for just a moment.

"That was different," Gloria said.

"How?" Tiffany asked, incredulity straining her voice. Gloria paused, and Tiffany shook her head. "Just admit that you're doing this because you're pissed Amanda beat her."

"Fuck you," Gloria snapped. "I'm going to crush your precious tits and feed them to you, you bitch," Gloria growled. A few murmurs rose from the crowd, but Tiffany smiled.

"Is this how you want it to happen?" Tiffany asked.

"You're going down, Tiff," Gloria promised.

"It's far more likely you will after we lose. It depends on how good you are at it," Tiffany said flippantly. A few laughs came from the crowd. Sabrina was trying not to laugh, and Gina hid her smile immediately.

"Bitch!" Gloria shouted. She swung her tits from the side, fast. Tiffany's left boob took the blow, shaking wildly as Gloria's left tit connected. Gloria brought her right tit over the same breast, and as soon as they had lined up again, Tiffany thrust forward, sending her firm tits into Gloria's breasts. Gloria winced, and both women pulled apart. Tiffany's eyes didn't leave Gloria's face as they circled one another. I looked to Amanda and Connie, who were absolutely engrossed. I turned back to Tiffany, and watched as Gloria made a quick thrust at Tiffany, coming straight on. Rather than dodge, Tiffany met it, and both pairs of boobs shook. Each breast compacted at impact, sending light waves rippling through their tits. Their breasts seemed to flow back into place as they pulled apart. Neither now-jiggling pair gave too much ground. Gloria was obviously experienced; her aim was impressive, and the speed with which she moved was striking.

The two women pulled apart quickly, thrusting again. The light smack of titflesh accompanied the compressing breasts, and I watched as they stayed together slightly longer, each shifting their shoulders through the contact. I felt myself begin to slowly stiffen, and I shifted quickly to escape notice. Every pair of eyes was on the fight. Another straight on blow sent more rippling flesh between the two toned women's bodies, and I glanced at Tiffany's ass again as I watched the fight. Neither pair seemed willing to give, and I realized that Tiffany may have been right about this being a grueling fight for her.

Gloria, angry as she was, seemed to be a smart tifighter. She never went too far back, nor too far forward, keeping the distance the same, and preventing Tiffany from taking an advantage as they met tit to tit. They circled a bit, going a quarter of the way through a loop before Tiffany reached for Gloria's shoulders. In a very surprising show of speed, Gloria's hands shot out and caught her wrists, immediately pulling them to Tiffany's side. Before Tiff could react, Gloria swung her big jugs from the right, slamming her right breast into Tiffany's tit. Tiffany's heavy breast was pushed inward, the nipple pointing at a diagonal away from the invading breast. Tiffany groaned, and while Gloria winced, it was apparent that my girlfriend had been on the worst end of the blow. Gloria pulled away, keeping Tiffany's wrists trapped. The leverage taken from her, my girlfriend could only wince as Gloria's big left jug slammed into Tiffany's left tit. Again, Tiffany's flesh, shaking was shoved inside.

This time, Gloria slowly brought her big boobs across my girlfriend's tits, lining them up so her big nipples scraped across my girl's hardened peaks. Tiffany groaned as she felt the pressure, and tried to twist away, but Gloria was pretty strong. I realized I hadn't known because I'd only seen her at Halloween; there was a lot I didn't remember about that night because I met so many of the girls. Now I realized why Tiff had said Gloria was going to be tough.

I looked back and forth between Gloria and Tiffany's face as the former scraped her nipples across my girlfriend’s tips. I couldn't see what was going on with so much of their breasts compressed together, but I knew that Tiffany wasn't enjoying being trapped. Gloria pulled away for a moment, and looked down between them to gaze at Tiffany's big breasts.

"They are really great tits," Gloria commented. "Sorry about having to crush them." Gloria slammed forward, and this time, Tiffany felt the full blow of the head on slam. Her tits compressed, as did Gloria's but the only groan was from my girlfriend. I watched her tits mold back into shape again, wishing I could help.

Gloria pulled away, still not releasing Tiffany's wrists. This time, though, Tiffany twisted her hips and slung her big, heavy jugs. Gloria obviously had not expected the move, or at least not so suddenly. This time, Tiffany's left breast collided into Gloria's left breast with a loud smack, sending the latter's breast jiggling. Gloria gasped, apparently stunned by the speed of the move, but kept her hands on Tiff's wrists. She did let go after Tiffany reversed course, and delivered a big shot with her right breast into Gloria's big right orb, sending the latter's breast across her chest.

Tiffany slammed forward as soon as she felt Gloria release her, and the blonde almost feel backwards. Rather than overextend, Tiffany pulled back, her eyes darkly following Gloria as the latter regained her footing. "Neat trick," Tiffany said, grinning. Gloria stepped forward, and Tiffany met her in the middle. Gloria tried again to grab Tiffany's wrists, but Tiffany moved her hands behind her and swung her chest up from below. As Gloria leaned forward to follow Tiffany's wrists, her tits swung away from her chest, and were completely unprotected as Tiffany landed a huge uppercut with her tits. The most impressive was the way Tiff's left breasts through Gloria's right tit up, shaking and wobbling in mid air. The left breast had taken only a glancing blow, but still quivered as Gloria stood up.

"Shit!" she shouted. Tiffany pressed her advantage this time, reaching up to grab Gloria's shoulders while she was incapable of grabbing at her wrists, and slammed forward, sending her firm orbs into Gloria's still-shivering sacks. Gloria groaned, this time, and Tiffany pulled away, readying another strike.

Gloria's hands shot up between them, and she put her palms on Tiffany's biceps. I saw her fingers tighten as she tried to push Tiff away. While Tiff's arms didn't move, she couldn't move forward, and the fight suddenly became a test of strength. Tiff moved back and forth, trying to push Gloria down, but the leverage actually seemed to belong to Gloria, as she was also controlling part of the muscle that Tiffany was using to try and keep her in control.

The stalemate lasted for probably just over a minute, but as Tiffany let go of Gloria's shoulders, the latter pulled Tiffany into her. Gloria's hands shot to Tiff's shoulders, and Gloria turned around quickly, forcing Tiffany to follow along and avoid falling.

"Damn," I breathed. Gloria's first shot came from the right, a strike that sent Tiff's tit slightly down. Tiffany grunted and dipped her hip forward just a bit so that her tits only received the glancing blow from the other back swing. As Gloria's tits flew by her own, she slammed upward again, sending her big tits into Gloria's from beneath again. While it lacked the visual impact, the physical impact was apparently very real.

"Holy fuck! Are they fucking iron?" Gloria wailed, releasing Tiffany. Cassie guffawed, and I even heard Gina snort. When I looked at Tiffany, I thought I might see a smile, but she had never let her eyes leave Gloria. She let Gloria go after the comment, and moved to wrap up the blonde, but Gloria stepped back. Tiffany's eyes flickered down to the blonde girl's hips for just a moment, and I wondered what she was going to do. Tiff feinted forward, and Gloria stepped to the right.

Gloria cursed as she realized the move was a fake, and she stepped back. Tiffany slowly moved forward, and Gloria struck quickly, sending a swinging blow from her right. Her big tits slung to her right, slamming into Tiffany's torso, setting my girlfriend's breasts to trembling over her chest. Tiffany groaned as she felt the blow take its effect, and Tiffany staggered back.

"C'mere, bitch. I want those tits," Gloria sneered. As much discomfort as Tiffany was obviously in, I was surprised to see the smile.

"You'll get them," Tiffany promised. Tiffany stepped forward again, but as Gloria moved, Tiffany revealed her second feint, moving to the left, and slapping her arms around Gloria, and trapping the blonde's arms to her side in a bear hug. Tiffany shifted so that her tits were laying atop Gloria's, and she grinned, whispering something into her opponent's ear. Gloria struggled even more mightily after that, but Tiffany held her ground, tightening her arms around her. Without the leverage, there was no stalemate, and Tiffany slowly began to grind her tits into Gloria's orbs.

"Oh, fuck," Amanda whispered. "You must love watching this," she said. "You pervert," she said, grinning. I wasn't so sure it was over, but I glanced over at Connie as well, who was leaning forward enough that her expansive tits were spilling over the top of her bra.

I turned back to the fight to watch Tiffany applying the hold. Gloria squirmed and struggled, and both women began showing signs of discomfort on their face. Tiffany was twisting Gloria as well, shaking the blonde so that their tits kept sliding over and around each other. I could see no pair gaining an advantage, but I did note the sheen of sweat becoming more noticeable as their chests began glowing in the light.

Gloria groaned as Tiffany began shifting more violently, rocking her body back and forth. After about a minute of the violent shaking, Tiffany grunted. "Ever seen a movie where a person gets impaled on those iron spikes?" Tiffany asked. I was as confused as everyone on Tiffany's side of the room. I glanced over to Sabrina and Gina, who were shaking their heads.

Tiffany answered our unasked question by lifting Gloria off her feet, sliding her arms down to the blonde's waist. I wondered what was happening until Tiffany loosened her grip, and Gloria slid down, impaling her tits onto Tiffany's. Everyone in the room was dead silent, and wide-eyed as Gloria gurgled in pain. Her tits were pushed up, and had I not seen Tiffany's arms tighten as she stopped, I would have thought that the blonde was being held up by her tanned jugs. Her long nipples were pointing away from Tiffany's tits, as if indicating their flight. As Tiffany held her, a few murmurs went up from the crowd.

Tiffany began to shake, letting Gloria's big boobs slide and slither over her firm tits. I was amazed at my girl's aggression, and as my completely stiff cock attested, amazingly turned on. Amanda looked down at me and grinned while Tiffany worked on grinding Gloria's titflesh into mush. She caught my eye and raised an eyebrow, and I gestured to her hardened nipples. Amanda actually leaned back to force her stiff flesh further against her shirt and smiled at me. I turned my attention back to the fight. Gloria was still struggling, and she looked absolutely helpless. Her legs jerked and kicked, but Tiffany held fast. Occasionally, my girlfriend would twist Gloria again, and after just a few minutes, Gloria's head was leaning forward, shaking limply as Tiffany rocked Gloria's body. Gloria picked up her face, and I saw her dazed, pained eyes look up before glancing down.

"Fucking hell, Tiff, I give," Gloria muttered. "Please let me go!" Tiffany set her down, sweat now pouring from her face. Tiffany held her gently by the arms and lined up their boobs.

"Jesus, Tiff," Gloria said. "Private," was all she said.

"Explain," Tiffany ordered, breathless.

"Tiffany gave me the choice of stakes. Private or public. I choose private, with whomever Tiffany wants to invite at whatever place she dictates."

"Your place," Amanda whispered. "It can only be your place," she said.

"As per our rules, private stakes will have no bearing on standing or sorority punishment. There will be no demerits given for Gloria's loss, nor will any sitting officer punish her for this," Sabrina's voice was clear and authoritative. Nods of assent went throughout the room.

"Hell of a fight," Tiffany said, loudly enough for everyone to hear, and patting Gloria on the shoulder. They embraced gently, and as Tiffany pulled away, I saw her left hand slyly squeeze Gloria's reddening right breast. Gloria winced slightly, but nodded and they both walked to their respective sides. Sabrina immediately comforted Gloria, as did Gina. I noted Connie and Amanda congratulating Tiffany, and Jessica stood.

"Your girlfriend is pretty impressive," she said to me. I didn't look at her immediately, enjoying my topless girlfriend as she turned to speak to her sisters.

I looked her directly in the eye this time. "Yes, she is," I said. Jessica grinned.

"So cute and defensive. Relax, Jon. I just wanted to say it was really nice to meet you. I'll see you both around." And she turned and walked away. I shook my head and turned to find Amanda and Tiffany next to me. Tiffany had thrown on her shirt, and was carrying her bra in her hand. Amanda's nipples were still poking through her bra.

"I figured we need a study break," Tiffany said, grinning. I leaned in to kiss her, and Amanda looked away as Tiffany began releasing much of the energy that she'd obviously worked up. "Amanda will be joining us. Your place okay?" I looked at Amanda, who smiled.

"Stakes will probably be this week sometime. She agreed to the private stakes as long as you just watch, Jon. Are you good with that?" I had no idea what Tiff had planned, but also had little choice if I wanted to find out. She spoke quietly, so only Amanda heard.

"Absolutely. My place?" I asked, looking at Amanda. Tiff nodded, grinning.

"I'll drive," I told them.

Several of the girls came over to congratulate Tiffany, and I looked at Gloria, who was still massaging her sore tits. Gina and Sabrina were giving her some encouragement. Sabrina looked my way, and I looked toward Amanda again, realizing that Sabrina had done the same. I wondered how awkward it was going to be to see her outside of the "official" sorority element. Apparently we hadn't gotten used to it.

We made our way to Tiff's room to get a few things while Amanda went to her room. We gathered a few things, including a change of clothes. "I can actually avoid a walk of shame," she joked. I grinned and we chatted until we heard the knock at the door.

I opened it, and Amanda walked in wearing a tube top with no bra. She flipped her hair behind her head as she strode in and stood in front of me. I reached up and pulled the top down for her, letting her boobs drop against the fabric. I stepped behind her and ignored the surprised and almost amused look on her face to cup both of her soft boobs gently.

Amanda tensed a bit, but immediately relaxed as I gently shook her boobs together. I looked at Tiffany, who seemed impressed with the blatant move I'd made.

"Put this on," Tiff said, handing Amanda a hooded zip up sweatshirt. "Are you okay with Jon enjoying you tonight?" Amanda glanced at me, and she softly shook her head. Tiff looked at her. "You sure?" she asked, sincerely.

"He's probably the nicest guy I've ever fooled around with," Amanda sighed. "I kinda just think of him as friends with benefits, you know?" I was taken aback. I gently dropped her tits. "I mean, I don't seek him out, but I was the one that agreed to the fight stakes," Amanda said. "And until something changes, I'm yours. I don't squelch on bets," she finished. She turned and put on the sweatshirt.

"So as long as he keeps being this ridiculously nice guy, I don't mind. And I'm sure Tiff has told you, Jon, that I actually kinda like you guys." I grinned. I reached out and squeezed her left tit through the sweatshirt.

"Thanks," I said. "I can't wait to play with these tonight," I told her. Tiff walked up and kissed my neck slowly.

"We need to get to your place before I fucking explode," she whispered.

The drive to the apartment was quiet and when we got into my place, Tiffany immediately took Amanda into the bedroom. I locked the door and walked in, amazed at what had happened. Tiffany had beaten Gloria convincingly, and Tiffany's first reaction was to bring Amanda home. My lust was easily winning over my logic, and the only pride I could take was that I had at least thought that was odd.

By the time I'd grabbed some requested drinks and made my way into my room, there was no room on my bed for me. Not that I was complaining. Tiffany was laying sprawled, spread eagle, her blouse open and tits exposed for all to see. I saw some hints of bruising already, but Tiffany's face was not of pain. Amanda's blonde hair was fanning over both of Tiffany's thighs while her head bobbed and shook in Tiffany's crotch. Tiffany's hands were resting lightly on Amanda's head while the blonde did what seemed to be very solid work.

"Amanda's gonna need that water," Tiffany said, struggling to grab her breath. I set the water down on my clothes bureau and sat down next to Tiffany to watch Amanda. The blonde looked up when she felt the bed shift and was smiling when Tiffany's hands forced her head back down.

Tiffany was engrossed in the experience, and it was not long before Amanda's skilled tongue brought her to orgasm. I watched and did not interfere as Tiff's boobs shook while she came, long and hard. Amanda pulled up, breathless and grinning. She looked down at Tiffany's relaxed form before leaning over and kissing Tiffany's thighs. She gave one last gentle kiss then pulled away.

She was still wearing the hoodie, and I knew that under it, Amanda's soft, bare tits were scraping against the fabric. Tiffany looked up at me, a satisfied smile on her face.

"So you beat Gloria pretty good," I said casually. Amanda stood and sauntered over to me as I stroked Tiffany's face. Tiff grinned.

"Do you remember why?" she asked. She knew how to fire my lust.

"You said you did it for me," I remembered. I felt myself stiffen even more. Tiffany sat up slowly, wincing as her tits fell slightly.

"And I did. I crushed those big wobbling tits right in front of you. I hope you liked it, Jon." I groaned my acknowledgment. Amanda glanced at Tiffany, who nodded.

"Tonight, I'm exercising my rights over Amanda, Jon. She's yours. And as your girlfriend, I want you to enjoy her as much as I just did." Amanda looked at me, and I let my eyes drop to her chest. Rather than look away or upset, Amanda pulled the sweatshirt down to emphasize her hardened nipples.

"What's gotten into you?" I asked the blonde, staring directly at her breasts.

"Your girlfriend," Amanda said. "Now, do you want to unwrap your present or not?" she asked. She looked down at my crotch and grinned. "Okay, I guess I should ask if you are going to. You obviously want to," she pointed out.

I felt something twitch in my mind, and I reached up and groped both of Amanda's tits. "I like to shake it, first," I told her. "I want to know what I'm opening." Amanda grunted as I shook her tits beneath the sweatshirt. Feeling her jugs wobble beneath the shirt made me smile, and I looked at Tiffany.

"Don't look at me, Jon. Play with your new toy," she whispered. I kept my eyes on Tiffany as I unzipped the sweatshirt, exposing Amanda's young, soft tits.

Amanda looked down at her bared breasts and looked back at me. "They won't suck themselves, you know," she whispered.

The rest of the night was one of me satiating my every carnal lust. When I woke up, Amanda's head was in my lap. I groaned and let her finish, unwilling or unable to stop her. The fog of morning left as she pulled away, licking her lips.

"Good morning, Jon," Amanda said, her tits swinging as she pushed up off the bed. She looked at Tiffany, an active participant in the preceding night's activities.

"Sleep well?" she asked. I grinned at her.

"Yes. Thanks," I finally replied. I leaned over to lightly pull her tit forward, watching it swing as I released it. "What do you like for breakfast?" Amanda looked stunned, but followed me out. She slid on the tube top again, and I watched her tits shake as she adjusted it.

"Didn't get enough last night?" she asked. Her eyes looked tired, and I chuckled as I turned on the coffee pot.

"I still like looking," I told her. Amanda looked at me, and I saw a smile flicker.

"Ok," she nodded. She pulled the top down, letting her tits flop down over the tight shirt. I felt a more rational mind than I had been using last night consider what was going on.

"I have to know," I began, grabbing ingredients for pancakes, "why did you go so far last night?" Amanda looked surprised that I'd asked the question, though I doubt the answer was far away from her conscious mind. She still looked up at me, but no answer came immediately. I poured her a cup of coffee and handed it to her.

"Tiff told me not to tell you," she whispered. My eyes narrowed in curiosity. "Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm totally on board here. I had so much fucking fun last night, Jon," her eyes sparkled. "And this morning," she added.

"I'm glad," Tiffany said as she came into the room. She was looking at Amanda sternly. Amanda looked up at Tiffany, who had come in topless. "Go on. He's going to bug me until I tell him now. I'd rather he hear it from the little birdy herself."

"Tiff agreed to let me free from her service if I paid my dues through Christmas break by basically..." she paused as she fought for the words. Sighing, she continued. "If I was your sex... friend," she shrugged.

"Wow, was that awkward," Tiffany said. "She's right, though, Jon. I told her I'd let her off the hook if she'd just be our little plaything for the rest of the semester." I looked up at Amanda and then at Tiffany. I found myself embroiled in the logic, and neither girl seemed, at least on the surface, to mind.

"And you're okay with this?" I asked evenly, shifting my gaze to Amanda.

"Well, it's better than the life sentence," she joked, feebly. "I'm not dumb, Jon. I want to be in the sorority. But I don't want to be under Tiff's fingernails for any longer than I have to be. I'm not going to beat her. She's too good. But she has the right to release me from those dues."

"Then why don't you release her?" I asked turning to Tiffany. My girlfriend looked at me, unfazed.

"It was my idea, Jon," Amanda said softly. "I don't squelch on bets. You like football, right?" I nodded, stunned.

"Think of this as the GM helping me out by restructuring my contract. We all get what we want," Amanda grinned and leaned over, letting her tits hang. "Whenever you want it," she added. I would have said something, but Tiffany came up behind me and gently let her tits push into my back.

"You okay?" she asked. I nodded, sighing.

"Yeah," I told her. "We'll need to talk."

"After breakfast?" Tiff asked, hopefully. I looked to Amanda, who was nodding vigorously, jiggling her tits.

"I don't know why I even thought about arguing," I said, chuckling. I began cooking breakfast, thoroughly confused, and not entirely looking forward to the conversation with my girlfriend.