Arching her back and raising herself up slightly, she was offering me her breasts. I instantly grabbed one of her nipples in my mouth, feeling its firmness and its enticing length. I could also smell her, fresh from a shower but already coated in a fine sheet of sweat, and it was delicious. I had forgotten how delicious girls were, how good they smelled. She smelled like youth, like health, like spring. No perfume, just her. Her all over me, in my face, against my body, around my cock.

Pushing my head back, Carol switched position. She had been kneeling until that point, her long legs on either side of...