“Your boobs are like mine, so I get it.” My ears perked up and I lost my place in the book on my lap. Emily was adjusting her bra in her costume, trying to get comfortable. She was small and perky with short brown hair. Not that hot but funny as fuck, and with some pretty big tits she loved to show off. I looked over at the person who just spoke. Dark brown hair cascaded down onto a green turtleneck shirt. It was Fiona, or the back of her head at least. Wait, she has big boobs? Is she hot? I had never much considered her. Honestly during the cast meet and greet Zoom call she was kind of annoying.

“They’re Ds right? Mine too.” My dick twitched and started to harden, luckily hidden by the book. Fiona has D cup tits? I properly took her in for the first time. Her oversized top didn’t reveal much, but I knew she was slender. It drooped down over her butt, covering it. Considering the tight black yoga pants she was wearing, I desperately wanted to see that ass. They continued to speak but I didn’t listen. Fiona turned and I saw her face.

Her lips were plump and darker than her tan skin. Her Taiwanese eyes were brown and full of life. Her hair was dark and voluminous and her nose was small and expressive. Her tongue slid over her perfect white teeth as she spoke. Damn this girl is stunning. I never noticed. All it took was knowing she had big boobs to make me want her so bad, funny how that works. And I couldn’t even see them! Her shirt was baggy and non-revealing. I wanted to rip it off her and reveal her titties and bend her over and spank her ass and pull off her bra and fuck her senseless as her tits filled my hands and her nipples rubbed against my fingers. But of course I didn’t. Under my book, my dick continued to grow. I had to slightly push the book down to keep it in the same place. It felt good.

Emily noticed me and came over, immediately teasing me. “Are you even memorized for our scene?” Fiona followed behind but didn’t speak. Our eyes briefly met and my cock bulged. I need you on your knees, sucking me dry. She smiled and looked down to the floor. Wait does she like me? Fuck. I had been ignoring her because, well, she didn’t appeal to me. I realized then it must have seemed like I was playing hard to get. Do I have a chance with this girl? I need to see those boobs. 

“Oh fuck off, Emily,” I said, with love. “You probably don’t even know it either.”

“Aha! So you don’t know it!” She smiled big as if she won something. I noticed Fiona couldn’t help but smile too.

“Fiona,” I said. She looked up at me, surprised. “Do you think I know my lines? Please tell me somebody has faith in me!”

She stared deep into my eyes. I withheld a growl. She relented and half-smiled. “I guess we’ll see.” She turned and left and I watched her go as Emily continued to talk to me. Scratching her arm, she slightly lifted up her green shirt, revealing her ass to me. Two perfect orbs behind thin black material swayed as she moved her hips, getting farther and farther away from me. I wanted to run after her and tackle her to the ground and shove my tongue down her throat, but I didn’t. Did she lift it to show me that gorgeous butt, or was it just a coincidence? My well-hidden dick was getting pretty hard, and I knew I needed those tits that I still had yet to see.

I did the scene with Emily and knew all my lines. Fiona watched carefully from off camera. We made eye contact a few times, but she would always look down to the floor, her allegedly large boobs still well covered.

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“Hot tub!” Emily, wearing a black one piece bathing suit, ran through the living room and out onto the porch. I was sitting at the kitchen table talking to Dan. He leaned over to look out the open door and his eyes widened. I heard a small splash as Emily presumably lowered herself into the hot tub.

“Bro do you think Emily is into me?” He stared at the hot tub just out of my view.

“Dude you’re the man. I think she’d fuck you.”

“But will she go out with me? I really like her.” Dan was such a sweetheart, and I guess I’m just a horn dog.

“Duh. Who’s out there?” I asked, not playing my hand. I hoped he’d say Fiona, and that she was in a bikini, and that her tits were spectacular. 

“Just Emily, Grace, and Ryan.” My heart sank but my dick twitched. Grace was the girl I had wanted most that set, until earlier today. When I had met her a few days ago at the first dinner, I recognized her immediately but I couldn’t place her. She said to me, “Hi, I’m Grace!” and I just stared at her face. And she stared back and smiled. I could have sworn we had known each other, that we had had a relationship, but I just wasn’t sure. She was cute, though. Smiley and mousey haired and she looked good in the wife beater and jeans she had on.

Oh shit. I matched with her on Hinge. As I stared I had realized that she was the Hinge girl I had masturbated to a couple of times. Her ass was incredible and she had such a cute smile. Girl next door vibes. I awkwardly looked away, but willed myself to look back and play it cool. I put my hand out and she shook it. We flirted all dinner, and for the past few days I’d been hoping we’d find ourselves alone together. But it hadn’t happened yet–and then Fiona happened.

Dan turned to me. “Did you bring a suit?” I shook my head. He shrugged and went off to find his.

I stood up and walked around the kitchen table, craning my neck to finally get a view of the tub. Emily was a head floating in the middle, frantically and drunkenly and loudly whispering to Ryan. They giggled. Grace sat off to the side in a white bikini, leaning back and rolling her eyes. Honestly she was kind of bitchy, but super hot nonetheless. Her perky tits sort of floated and I could see her smooth armpits. They all drank wine.

“Do you smoke?” I turned my attention to the kitchen and Fiona was there in her emerald turtleneck holding a bag of weed paraphernalia. She wore thin orange short shorts and sat criss cross on a chair. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun and her eyebrows were raised as she stared back at me through her big brown monolid eyes, awaiting my answer. I looked down to her dark thick lips and thought about her secret titties. This chick has big tits? This thin, gorgeous Asian hottie who loves showing off her ass has a couple torpedos under there?

I smiled and locked eyes with her. “It may make me weird, but ya I’ll smoke some pot.” She smiled and pulled out some flavored joint paper, a grinder, and a jar of weed, and began to roll on the table. It was on.

“Who the fuck calls it pot anymore?” She held back a smile, taunting me as she crafted a joint with expertise. Oh she’s gonna tease me, is she? Well I’ll tease her right back. I’ll tease her and tickle her and she’ll fall to the floor laughing and I’ll tickle her some more and she’ll beg me to stop tickling and to start fucking and I’ll rip her shirt off and slap her big tits and drag my swollen cock over them with enough force to move them around and they’ll cascade and slap against each other and I’ll fuck them and fuck her face and I’ll fuck her pussy and cum deep inside her.

I snapped back to reality with a bitchy comeback. “Adults do, honey.” She scoffed, taken aback, still holding back that smile. I motioned to the rolled but unglued joint between her dark slender fingers. “Let me lick that. I have a technique.”

Her smile couldn’t help but break out. “Oh you have a technique. Is that so?” I nodded. She gave me the middle finger. I leaned over and plucked the joint from her hand, spilling none of it. She instinctively grabbed at it and under her turtleneck shirt her tits jiggled. I could only make them out for a split second, and sure she was leaning forward, but goddamn I was pretty sure she had some big fucking boobs. My cock started up again so I leaned forward and pushed my crotch into the granite countertop, hiding it from Fiona but also stimulating it a bit. I looked down and pulsed my dick. It looked like nothing but it felt great. I returned my eyes to hers across the table.

“If you hadn’t given me the finger, maybe you’d still have this. Two hands on the joint at all times, missy. Like this.” I slowly held up the unfurled paper to my lips and stuck my tongue out inch by inch, making a show of it. I stared into her eyes as I sunk closer and closer, goading her to react.

“Wait!” I froze with my tongue out all goofy. “I have a technique. Please. I need to finish what I’ve started.” She feigned innocence and fluttered her eyelashes. She was leaning forward and I wasn’t sure if her breasts were pressing against her shirt or not. I was much taller than her and could see over her head, so I looked and saw her ass bulging out of her short shorts as she sat on her knees on the chair and arched her back. For a second it felt so sexual. It was the kind of view you only usually get when someone is sucking your dick. My cock grew into the granite and I stifled a moan.

My eyeline moved from her butt up her back and over her head. She looked up at me and pouted her lips. They were dark, sure, but the inner skin was pink. I hadn’t noticed that. She looked so fucking sexy.

“Fine, you can lick it.” She smiled and reached out. “But!” I interrupted her and she frowned. I love that sexy mouth of hers.

“But what?” she whined.

“But I get to hold it. I hold, you lick.” She rolled her eyes and leaned forward, opening her mouth. She stuck her tongue out and slowly licked it starting from the base, her eyes shut the whole time. While she dragged her tongue across the paper, I inhaled and her hair smelled like autumn. I stole a glimpse of her ass again, inviting as ever, and imagined somehow fucking her from behind and getting my dick sucked by her at the same time. Weird. A string of saliva stretched and broke when she pulled her tongue away from the tip of the joint. With one hand she grabbed the middle of the joint and finished the roll. A perfect joint. I let go and she held up her perfect creation.

“Beautiful.” She didn't know it, but I was talking about her.

She got up quickly and walked to the door with joint and lighter in hand. “Soo… hot tub?” 

“Did you bring a suit?” She laughed. “How did everybody know to bring a suit??” I was pissed. She laughed and turned around, placing the joint and lighter on the table. She slipped her fingers into the waistband of her shorts and dropped them to the ground. They slid down her long dark hairless legs. A red bikini bottom tastefully covered a bit of her gorgeous butt. At this point I was rock hard and my penis was applying a good amount of pressure to the table, and vice versa. I gulped.

The red bows on either side of her hips fluttered as she turned to face me, grabbing the bottom of her green turtleneck and slowly pulling up.