The names have been changed to protect everyone involved but the event did happen.
#20: Cheryl
A long time ago, back in college, I met Cheryl (not her real name) at an off campus house party on Del Playa street. That's the street in Isla Vista, right on the ocean. She was with some other girls that I knew and we started talking while drinking keg beer and doing an occasional shot of tequila. Cheryl wasn't normally my 'type'. I found myself most attracted to slim, almost skinny girls with a tight ass and slim legs. Cheryl was maybe five foot five and definitely had real curves, she wasn't fat, but she didn't have an athlete's toned muscles and she certainly had tits. Big, round, full tits that were impossible not to marvel at, and tonight they were on full display as we chatted at the party.
Cheryl wasn't Delta Gamma hot, she probably weighed about twenty pounds more than the blonde DGs I knew, but the pounds were well distributed, especially on her chest. She was pretty, with a round shaped face round, full lips and a little nose. She had blonde hair that fell below her shoulders and mostly matched her eyebrows but looked to be lightened a little. She was also very fun and flirty with a big personality. It wasn't hard to keep up a conversation between the two of us and we seemed to stay near each other while mixing with the eighty others crammed into the kitchen, living room and balcony of the duplex house we were at.
Two hours later, we were dancing in the living room to a party mix playing from the stereo and then kissing on the front balcony as we waited our turn to pump the keg and refill our red cups. After that beer, we left the party together, slipping away from her friends and a few of my lacrosse teammates and walking down the street towards my house.
We stopped a block away from my house and joined another party, this one just eight houses from my duplex and on the oceanside of the street. A long, bowling-alley shaped two story duplex hosted an open keg, about 70 college-age students on the precariously perched balcony that overlooked the ocean and inside the house. We sat down at the kitchen table and joined in a quarters game for a bit.
Cheryl was one of those girls who rolled the quarter off her cute little nose, letting it bounce off the table and into the shot glass. She was good, even when drunk, hitting 4 or 5 into he glass on each turn and handing out commands "drink. drink. drink" to others around the table. Her technique required that she lean forward over the table and that gave everyone else a great view of her big, luscious tits. I think it could have been why she adopted the technique because it put all the focus on her best physical asset.
She was wearing an off-the-shoulder top that scooped low along her chest and went down over her ass, paired with a pair of black leggings and flats. When she leaned over to run the quarter down her nose, the top exposed her cleavage and the top bit of her white lace bra.
My quarters technique was more conventional, I held the quarter with my thumb and index finger and bounced into the glass. I was also very good since my roommates used playing quarters as a way to down a few beers before heading down D.P. for a night out. I was on good form that night, making several shots each time my turn came up.
We left that place after going outside for a beer refill and geting distracted by making out on the balcony as we waited for our turn at the tap.
Someone said, "Get a room". And I broke the kiss and grabbed her hand, taking the stranger up on his excellent suggestion and also realizing that neither of us really needed another beer.
As we left the Zanadu house, she asked, "Where next?"
"My place, it's just down from here and I pointed past the cracked asphalt parking lot we were standing in at a big tree down the street that stood in front of the duplex I lived in.
"Ok." was all she said and we walked a half block down the street past tens of other students doing same thing, party hopping on D.P.
When we got to my place, I opened the unlocked front door next to the driveway and let her go first up the inside flight of stairs that led to my second floor duplex. It was a two bedroom place upstairs with the identical layout downstairs, a square floorplan with a living room and kitchen facing the street and two bedrooms and bathrooms behind the stairway that bisected the upstairs duplex. I shared it with three other guys but when we got back at midnight, none were home yet.
I took her into the living room, got us plastic cups of water from the Sparkletts water cooler and led her back to the bedroom. I put a sock on the door handle to let Tom know i had a guest, and closed the door, set the waters down on the night table and started to kiss Cheryl as we fell onto my double bed.
Cheryl was a great kisser and we were making out heavily on my bed as our hands roamed every place we hadn't yet gotten to while kissing at the party. Cheryl's ass was bigger than I like, she was a size 8 or 10, but she had a huge pair of tits that more than made up for her chunky caboose. I grabbed her ass and she moaned as I ran my hands all over her butt as she squirmed on top of me while sucking on my tongue that I had pushed into her open mouth.
She kissed hungrily back at me, using her lips to capture my bottom lip and gently sucking on it before moving her mouth over mine again and accepting my tongue as i pushed it into her open lips. My hands left her ass and traveled up her waist and to her back, then forward to her big, grapefruit-sized tits. They were the biggest ones I'd ever handled, probably 38E and I cupped them and fondled them through the lose top and she ground her pelvis down onto my hard cock, still stuck inside my jeans.
"Will your roommate be back soon?" she asked in my ear.
"Maybe, but he will sleep on the couch." I said.
"Are you sure?" she said, looking at me hopefully.
"Positive. We have this room to ourselves." I said, squeezing both her big, round orbs for emphasis.
"Good.." she said as she scooted up slightly and pulled her top away from her front where it was caught between her legs and my pelvis. That made it easy for me to get my hands up her oversize top and squeeze her big melons and run my hands over her lacy, underwire bra. I moved my hands under her top and she sat up and tilted her hips back as she steadied herself with her hands behind her and let me play and massage her tits.
"mmmmm, feels good!" she said as I pulled gently on her nipples.
When I cupped her tits again I felt the plastic clasp between her bra cups and I got both hands on the clasp and unhooked the front clasp and let her bra fall away from her body and land on my thighs behind her. I grabbed onto those big, round tits after they came free and massaged them with my palms under her top. I could feel her fat, erect nipples on my fingertips as I worked my hands around her massive orbs.
I pushed up on her shirt and then grabbed the bottom of it and began pulling it up over her tits. She sat up and took hold of her top and pulled it over her head, and her big, natural tits stood out proudly and hung suspended high on her chest like only youthful tits can. She scooted up onto my stomach, leaned over me and pointed her tits down at my face, stopping her body with her bent arms so that her nipples were just a few inches from my nose and mouth.
I tilted my head back to look into her eyes and said, "They are perfect, round, big and hard." and she smiled.
"Yes, I know. Guys have been asking to touch them since I was fourteen"
I got to work, sucking, kissing, caressing and fondling her big, soft chest-pillows as she cooed and moaned encouraging noises.
