Hey guys, here's Chapter 48! I hope you enjoy it. Comments and feedback are always appreciated! I read every single one. Also, please let me know if you spot any mistakes. Errors bug me, and I make sure to upload revised editions whenever I find any. Please note that this story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real person is purely coincidental. As always, this is a world without STI's, and everyone involved in sexual activity is at least eighteen years old.
-Witty
~Stacey~
Radiant. Perfect. Flawless. Just three words of many that go through my head when I see her. April Heidele. My college roommate. My best friend. I think about our relationship; meeting as roommates, becoming friends, finding out about her crush on me. The two of us growing apart is one of my biggest regrets, but everything is so much better when we finally make love.
Now April looks beautiful, all dressed in white. Even with heels she barely manages to break five feet in height. Her green eyes are sparkling behind her glasses, and her wavy blonde hair flows freely about her face and down her back. The flowing dress is very tasteful, with only the top slopes of her small breasts visible.
I can't help but smile at her as she approaches me. April's eyes find mine, and I see the pity in her gaze. The sexy nerd continues walking, right past me as she continues down the aisle. Finally she reaches her destination, standing to face Steven, who is dressed in a black tuxedo.
April. Just the latest person to abandon me. First Steven, now April. Both of them are moving on with their lives, leaving me in the same dumpster I'm always tossed in when someone is done with me. I'm just shocked they're together, despite the odds. I guess anyone is better than me?
Tears fill my eyes as the ceremony begins. I blink my eyes, but it only causes the tears to start running down my cheeks. The words, the declarations of love, they echo in my ears. Yet, I can barely hear them over the heavy breathing. Wait. Is that snoring?
My eyes slowly open, allowing me to see the white ceiling of my bedroom. I'm laying naked beneath the covers, and there's a warm body pressed against me. April's head is resting on my right breast, her mouth hanging open as she snores cutely. I can't help it, I start giggling.
April marrying Steven? What a fucking absurd dream! My girlfriend is still considering labeling Steven a sexual predator, and Steven will never leave Lexi. April is still upset with Steven for hurting me, and she doesn't know how to process her lust for him with her knowledge of him and Kayla. April and Steven getting together? No fucking way! The dream probably demonstrates a fear of being abandoned, of being alone.
I don't have much time to reflect, as my giggling wakes April. The adorable blonde grumbles as she slowly sits up and brushes her hair out of her face. She looks down at my titty, smirking when she sees her drool on it. Her small hand brushes across my breast, teasing my nipple.
No good morning, no affectionate kiss, nothing. She's just playing with my boob. Fuck, she's adorable. It's a nice Saturday morning, and I'm glad she's in bed with me. At this point, I don't try and have April sleep on the couch. We spend every night together. Now, I'm laying in bed while her finger traces around my areola.
"What are you doing? Stop!" I laugh, playfully slapping her hand.
"No, thank you," April replies cheekily while playing with my breast. "I understand why guys are so obsessed with titties. They're fucking great."
"Play with your own boobs!" I insist, attempting to cross my arms over my chest.
"Yours are bigger," my girlfriend reasons as she gets up on her knees and struggles to pry my arms off my tits.
"Yours are perkier!" I counter, lashing out to lightly slap her hanging right breast, making it jiggle.
"Stacey!" April gasps, falling onto her side as she uses her arms to protect her breasts.
"You loved it," I snort, smiling at her fake horrified look.
"You want a titty fight? Fine!" April snarls, lunging at me. "You got a titty fight!"
April and I start up a round of naked wrestling. The covers get kicked away as we roll around on the bed, struggling for dominance. She buries her face in my breasts and motorboats my titties while I grab her ass. Then I manage to roll her onto her belly and repeatedly spank her while she cries out, her little feet kicking in the air.
"I win!" I declare, smacking her butt with one hand while pushing her face into the pillow.
"No way!" April growls into the pillow, her voice muffled.
"I'm the best, deal with it," I giggle, laying down beside April and pulling the blanket back on top of us.
"Jerk," she grunts as she snuggles up to me again. "Fine, you get this round. Your ass is mine next time."
"You're the one who loves it up the butt," I roll my eyes.
"Cock belongs in every hole," April shrugs, looking up at me with interest. "By the way, what were you giggling about when we woke up?"
"Oh, it was nothing, just, ah, a bad dream," I answer with a sigh.
"Why would a bad dream make you giggle?" she frowns in confusion. "Weirdo."
"I was just laughing about how ridiculous it was," I explain. "It really sucked. I don't wanna think about it."
"Maybe I can distract you," April perks up, lifting her head to grin at me.
"How do you plan to do that?" I ask.
"I plan to do this," she declares.
A smirk crosses my face when April ducks her head beneath the covers. I whisper her name, giggling as April stops briefly to lick my nipple. The blanket keeps shifting as April crawls down the bed. I adjust myself, laying on my back and spreading my legs so the little blonde nerd can get between them.
"Mm, April!" I coo when April starts licking my slit.
My breasts rise and fall with my breathing as I lean my head back against the pillow. Reaching beneath the blanket, I bury my hands in April's blonde locks as she continues eating me. Her hands grip my thighs, keeping me spread open so she can munch away. I can feel her lips on my labia while her tongue darts inside me.
April is enthusiastic and eager. In addition, she knows my body very well at this point. As a result, she's able to play me like an instrument. Within minutes, I'm holding her face to my crotch as I buck my hips and beg her to keep eating me. I have no doubt that April's face is absolutely drenched in my love juices.
"Mm! Mm!" April moans, shaking her head back and forth rapidly as she stays between my legs.
Releasing April's head, I grab my tits with both hands, mauling them roughly as I feel the pressure building. My sexy girlfriend pushes two fingers up my twat, curling them against my g-spot. I tug on my nipples as I arch my back and start gasping, my orgasm taking full control.
April sits up, flinging the covers back so she can hover over me. Morning light streams through the window, outlining April and making her blonde hair shine. I smile up at her, thinking that she looks like an angel. A nude, sexy, nymphomaniac angel, but still an angel.
I giggle when April grabs my right ankle and raises my leg over her shoulder. Scooting closer to me, April throws her right leg over me so that her foot is planted on the mattress beside my waist. I grab her right ankle as I watch her position herself so that our pussies are touching.
Hugging my leg to her chest, April hovers over me as she grinds her vulva down against mine. I hold her ankle with one hand while squeezing my own breast and looking up at the cute nerd. April's eyes show her lust, her love. She's breathing heavily, her lips slightly parted as we make love.
"Fuck, this feels good," I moan, bucking my hips to press my pussy against April's slit.
"I love you, Stacey," April whispers passionately, looking at me intensely.
I echo her feelings in a throaty voice, our slick pussies rubbing together as we both moan and pant. It's really amazing sex, and my toes curl when April and I cum at the same time. Seeing me orgasm inspires her to make one more position change. With April on top, the two of us sixty-nine until we both cum one more time.
"You are very good at distracting me," I giggle, holding April close as we cuddle.
"You're welcome," she smirks while brushing the tip of her finger across my nipple.
"I'm hungry," I say, changing the subject. "Eat breakfast before showering?"
