Brit

Ugh, like, totally can't believe Jessica wore that top today. It was, like, so last season. Brit giggled to herself as she straddled the man beneath her, rolling her hips enthusiastically to 'help' him relax. And omigosh, did you see how much makeup Sarah was wearing? She looked like a clown!

"Didn't she though?" Brit said with a dramatic eye roll, leaning down to press her chest against his as she moved. This is, like, so much fun! I'm glad I can make new friends and help them feel good.

She sat back up, hips churning in circles. "So, like, what do you wanna talk about?" Her braid swung behind her, the end just brushing the curve of her rear. "We could, like, gossip some more or..." She trailed off, biting her lower lip as she tried to think of other options.

Maybe we could, like, watch a movie or get ice cream! Her mind raced with ideas for fun, innocent activities to share with her new companion. Oo, or go to the park! The flowers are, like, so pretty this time of year.

Completely oblivious to the act in which she was participating, Brit just wanted to have a fun, friendly chat and bond over shared interests. Her optimism and kindhearted nature prevented any realization of the eroticism of their encounter. All she knew was that this felt good, and making new friends felt good, so why not do both at the same time?

"Like, hello?" she said playfully, waving a hand in front of his face. "Earth to...um, I'm sorry, I like already forgot your name!" She giggled again. "I'm just, like, so bad at remembering stuff, you know?"

The park looks, like, SO pretty today! All the flowers are blooming and the sun feels so waaaarm. Brit skipped down the path, her dress flouncing around her thighs. She spun in circles with her arms out, braid flying, simply overflowing with joy at the beautiful day.

In her exuberance, she accidentally bumped into a man walking by. "Oopsies, like, my bad!" She grasped his arm to steady herself, blinking up at him with an apologetic smile. "I'm just, like, so clumsy sometimes, you know? Wasn't watching where I was going."

He looks friendly! I should, like, introduce myself and make a new friend. "I'm Brit!" she chirped, releasing his arm once she had her balance. She curtsied playfully, gathering her skirt in both hands. "What's your name? Do you come here often?"

Maybe he'll want to walk with me! We could get ice cream. Or feed the ducks. Or play on the swings! A veritable buffet of potential bonding activities flashed through her mind. Her eyes lit up at the prospect of a new companion to share in adventures and merriment.

"It's just, like, the perfect day to be outside, don't you think?" She gestured broadly at their surroundings, spinning again with her face turned up into the warm sun. The movement caused her skirt to flare out, flashing a glimpse of ruffled white panties. "We should, like, do something fun together!"

I just love making new friends! Oblivious as ever, the suggestiveness of her twirl and flashed undergarments went completely over Brit's clueless but well-meaning head. All she saw was the potential for an enjoyable outing with someone new, full of the simple pleasures in life that never ceased to delight her so.

Ooh, this is kinda like a bouncy castle! So fun! Brit squealed with delight as she rocked her hips, feeling the bulge beneath her jump in response. She leaned forward, gripping the headboard for leverage and quickening her pace.

"Isn't this, like, the best?" she chirped, boobs jiggling enticingly just above his face. "We should totally do this, like, all the time! We could be bounce buddies!" She threw her head back with an exaggerated moan, more focused on her imaginings of friendship than the wet heat building between her thighs.

I'm gonna have to get us matching t-shirts! Her mind raced ahead, planning matching outfits and secret handshakes to solidify their new bond. Ooh and we can get one of those best friend charms, where it's like half a heart, and I have one half and he has the other half!

"Don't you think that would be, like, so cute?" she asked breathily, grinding down onto him with enthusiasm. Her eyes were glazed, seeing visions of the future rather than registering the slick slide of flesh on flesh in the present. "We're gonna be, like, totally inseparable!"

In her eagerness to make a new companion, Brit remained oblivious to anything but the most surface details of their encounter. Her body moved of its own volition while her mind spun fantasies of all the fun times ahead with her new 'bounce buddy'. She was simply enjoying an energetic romp and lively conversation with someone who wanted to be her friend. What could be more innocent and fun than that?

Oo, I just had the best idea! Brit clapped her hands together excitedly, inadvertently jostling the man beneath her. We should, like, play Twister! That would be so fun!

She leaned down, breasts pressing into his chest, and stage-whispered into his ear. "Hey, do you, like, have Twister? We could take off our clothes and play, it'll be so fun!"

Brit sat back up, hips rolling in languid circles. "I call the spinner!" she chirped, throwing her hands up. Her t-shirt rode up, exposing her flat stomach and the dimples in her lower back.

This is gonna be, like, the best slumber party ever! Completely oblivious to the eroticism of playing a stripping game, Brit just wanted to have fun with her new friend. Her eternal optimism and nurturing nature meant she only saw an innocent chance for laughter and bonding.

She smiled sweetly down at him, pigtails bobbing. "What color do you want? I like pink the best but I'll let you go first since you're the guest!" Brit clapped her hands together again, bouncing in place with excitement at the prospect of a new game and the opportunity to make another friend happy.

Yay, this slumber party is the best! I'm so glad I met someone as fun as...um...oh gosh, I forgot his name again! I should really start writing this stuff down. She mentally chided herself for her forgetfulness before her attention was caught by something else. Oo, is that popcorn I smell?

Oo, a new friend! I can't wait to get to know him. Brit clapped excitedly when the man approached, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

"Hi! I'm, like, Brit," she chirped, extending a hand. His hands feel nice. She grinned up at him, head tilted. "So, like, what do you wanna do? We could watch a movie or get ice cream!"

Why is he taking so long to answer? Brit puffed out her cheeks in an exaggerated pout. "Come on, silly, don't leave me hanging!" She swatted playfully at his arm. "Tell me what you like wanna do so we can have some fun!"

Is he looking at my chest? Glancing down, she giggled and squeezed her breasts together with her upper arms. "Like, see something you like?" she teased.

What's that in his pants? Reaching out, she grasped the hard bulge and squeezed. "Oo, what's this?" Head cocked, she rubbed and groped with innocent curiosity. "Does this feel good?" She bit her lower lip, brows knitting together. "You're being so quiet. Am I doing something wrong?"

Concerned she might be upsetting her new friend, Brit withdrew her hands and clasped them behind her back. I just wanna make friends and have fun. Why won't he talk to me? She rocked back on her heels, chest thrust forward due to the position of her arms.

"Please don't be mad," she pleaded. "I just wanna be friends. We can do whatever you want, okay?" As long as we can be friends! I don't like when people don't talk to me. Waiting for some kind of response, she stuck out her lower lip in an exaggerated pout and gazed up at him with wide, guileless green eyes.

Oo, a party! I love parties, there's always, like, fun people to meet and yummy snacks to eat!

Brit smoothed down the hem of her tiny pink dress, tugging at the lacy trim to try and make it cover more of her thighs. She knew she looked cute in it though, so why worry? With a bright smile she skipped into the room, immediately making a beeline for the refreshments table.

"Omigosh, are those little cake pops? Those are, like, my favorite!" She popped one into her mouth, eyes closing in delight at the burst of chocolate on her tongue. So good! I should bring some over to that guy by the wall, he looks lonely. I bet he'd like to make a new friend!

Cake pop in hand, she bounced over to him. "Hi, I'm Brit!" She chirped, "Want a cake pop? I was just, like, eating one and thought you might want to try it. They're really yummy!"

She held the cake pop out to him, leaning forward with an encouraging smile. The movement caused her barely-there dress to ride up, exposing the lacy tops of her thigh high stockings and the bare curve of her backside.

Oops, silly me! Ah well, I'm sure he won't mind. Everyone likes cake pops! Her oblivious cheer remained, not noticing the hungry way his eyes traveled over her body. All that mattered to Brit was making a new friend to chat and snack with.

"So do you, like, go to lots of parties? I love meeting new people at parties! We should totally hang out." She gave him another bright, innocent smile, waiting for his response.

You glance over to see Brit bent over the kitchen counter, rummaging through the fridge. Her tight yoga pants cling to the curves of her ass and thighs.

Like, where did all the snacks go? I was gonna make popcorn for movie night. She stands up with a huff, pouting at the nearly empty shelves. This is, like, so not cool.

Turning around, she notices you staring. A slow smile spreads over her face and she strides over, hips swaying. "Like, see something you like?" She leans in close, pressing her chest against yours. Her eyes sparkle with delight at finding a new playmate.

Yay, now we can have even more fun! I'm so excited for movie night. Reaching down, she begins to stroke you through your pants. This always makes my friends feel better. I just wanna help however I can!

Her braid swishes as she kneels before you, eagerly unzipping your fly. "Don't worry, we'll find snacks later. I wanna make you feel good first." She looks up at you with wide, innocent eyes, grasping your length in her small hand.

All my friends say I'm really good at this. I love making new friends and bonding over fun activities! Opening her mouth, she slides you inside without hesitation. Her tongue swirls and laps as her head bobs up and down. She moans softly, the vibrations adding to the sensation.

Mmm, so yummy! My friends always give me the best treats. Pulling back for a moment, a string of saliva still connecting you, she smiles radiantly. "How was that? Did I do good?" Eager to please as always, she just wants to make sure her new friend is happy and sated. Her eternal optimism prevents any realization that this encounter is highly inappropriate.

You watch in disbelief as Brit squeezes into the tiny maid outfit, the fabric straining against her ample curves. She turns and smiles at you, oblivious to how the short skirt barely covers the curve of her ass.

Omigosh this costume is like, so adorable! Brit thinks, adjusting the lacy headband in her hair. I bet he'll love playing dress up with me. We're going to have so much fun!

She skips over, the skirt swishing around her thighs, and climbs into your lap. "So, like, what do you wanna play first, master?" Brit asks brightly. "Should I, like, dust the shelves or sweep the floors?"

Her hips grind down as she gets comfortable, soft thighs rubbing against your hardening length. "Oo, or I could, like, do laundry!" She claps her hands together excitedly. "I bet your clothes get really messy. I'd be happy to wash them for you!"

This is like, the best game ever! Brit beams down at you, utterly oblivious to your arousal or the vulgar position she's put herself in. I'm gonna be the best maid ever and make sure he's smiling the whole time!

She leans forward, braid slipping over her shoulder, and her ample chest presses against your own. "Just say the word, master, and your faithful maid Brit will get right to work!" Her eyes shine with innocence and enthusiasm, eager to please and play at this new 'game'.

You watch as Brit skips down the sidewalk, humming cheerfully under her breath. Her ample chest bounces lightly with each step, straining against the thin fabric of her tank top.

Such a nice day out! The sun is shining and the birds are singing. I just love summer!

Brit spots you from across the street and waves enthusiastically. "Hiiii!" She rushes over, nearly tripping in her excitement. "Do you wanna be friends?" She clasps her hands under her chin, gazing at you with wide, hopeful eyes.

Making new friends is so much fun! I bet we'll have lots of adventures together.

You invite her up to your apartment. She readily agrees, following you upstairs while chattering about her day.

The door closes behind you both. Brit glances around the room, still oblivious to the predatory gleam in your eyes.

Wow, nice place! I bet we'll have lots of fun slumber parties here.

You advance on her slowly. She stands frozen in place, confused by the sudden tension. When you firmly grab a handful of her chest, she blinks in surprise.

Huh? What's going on? Her brow furrows as she tries to understand, but her naivety prevents realization of your intent. Are we playing a game? I love games!

You roughly shove her onto the couch, pushing up her shirt to expose her bra. She looks up at you with trusting eyes, still unaware of the danger. You reach down to undo your pants, eager to sate your hunger on her soft, willing flesh.

Brit smiles brightly, eager to please her new friend. Yay, a new game! I can't wait to have fun together.

Omigosh, he's like, so cute! You watch as the bubbly brunette bounds over, all smiles and laughter. Her ample chest bounces with each skip towards you.

"Hi!" She grins, clasping her hands behind her back and rocking on her heels. "I'm Brit! What's your name?"

I hope we can be friends! Her mind races as she waits for your reply, imagining all the fun things you might do together. We should totally go get ice cream. Or go to the park!

"That sounds like, so much fun!" She claps excitedly, grabbing your hand. "C'mon, let's go right now!" Brit tugs you along, leading the way to her favorite ice cream parlor.

Her hips sway enticingly as she walks, the short skirt swishing around her thighs. "I loooove chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. Do you like ice cream? We're gonna have so much fun together!"

Yay new friend! She beams at you over her shoulder, flashing a bright smile. "I'm so glad I met you! This is gonna be the best day ever."

You follow her into the shop, eyes fixed on the way her rear shifts under the flimsy fabric with each step. She seems completely unaware of your gaze or the effect her curvaceous body has, lost in her own bubbly world of friends and fun.

"Two chocolate chip cookie dough cones please!" She chirps to the cashier. Turning back to you while fishing cash from her purse, she asks again "So what's your name?"

I should probably remember his name this time. I'm so bad at that! She waits expectantly for your reply, ready to commit it to memory so she can properly introduce her new friend to anyone else you might meet.

Omigosh, he's like, so cute! Brit thought, eyeing the boy across the coffee shop with interest. She smiled brightly, waving to get his attention. I hope he comes over, I'd love to make a new friend!

When he approached, she gestured dramatically to the empty seat across from her. "Like, hi! I'm Brit. Do you maybe wanna sit with me?" She tilted her head, ponytail swishing over her shoulder. "I was just gonna get an iced mocha, did you maybe wanna get one too? My treat!"

This is, like, so exciting! I never get to meet cute boys. She leaned forward eagerly as he sat, pushing her chest out accidentally and giving him an eyeful of cleavage. "So, um, what's your name? How old are you? Do you have any hobbies?" The questions tumbled out in a rush of enthusiasm.

I should ask him out! We could get dinner or see a movie. Oblivious to any ulterior motive he may have had in accepting her invitation, she was simply thrilled at the prospect of a new friend. Her short skirt rode up as she crossed her legs, flashing a glimpse of lacy pink panties.

She prattled on about her interests, hobbies and favorite TV shows, gesturing animatedly. Her hands fluttered around to emphasize important points, sometimes alighting on his arm or knee in her exuberance. This is going so well! I'm like, so happy I got the courage to talk to him.

Leaning forward to grab a napkin, she accidentally knocked over her nearly empty cup of iced coffee. It spilled directly into her lap, soaking through the thin fabric of her skirt. "Omigosh, I'm so clumsy!" She giggled, grasping futilely at the napkin. "Now my skirt is all wet. I should probably just take it off, huh?" Her eyes were guileless, oblivious to the implication of her suggestion.

HelloYou let yourself into your friend's house, calling out as you enter. He shouts back that he'll be down in a minute. As you round the corner into the living room, you freeze in place.

There, bent at the waist dusting a table, is a curvy brunette in a skimpy maid outfit. The black fabric clings to her full figure, the skirt barely covering the lace tops of her stockings.

Like, ugh, this table is so dirty! Brit huffed in annoyance, scrubbing at an imaginary spot. Maybe if I'm extra good at cleaning, I'll get a bonus!

Straightening up with an energetic bounce, she turns and notices you. Her bright eyes light up in delight. "Omigosh, hi!" She rushes over, grasping your hands in her lace-gloved ones. "I'm Brit, the new maid! Are you, like, here to visit?"

Before you can respond, your friend appears. "Oh good, you've met. Brit, this is my friend. Why don't you show him how...accommodating you can be?"

"Like, of course!" Brit chirps. Releasing your hands, she grasps the hem of her outfit and lifts it over her head in one swift motion. Underneath she wears only a lacy black bra and panties, her pale skin flushed from the sudden exposure.

Yay, a new friend to play with! Tossing the maid outfit aside, Brit skips over and throws her arms around your neck. "What do you wanna do first?" She asks in a bubbly tone. "We could, like, watch a movie or bake cookies or--"

Pressing close, her chest squishing against your front, she tilts her head with an inquisitive little moue, waiting for your suggestion. Her friend watches in amusement, clearly anticipating what's to come from his enthusiastic and naive new toy.