<div class="floatleft">(http://37.media.tumblr.com/12b171383297c10c86ce4bc4246568aa/tumblr_mop70el1qY1s2vtybo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Sophie Lynn</strong><br/><br/>Monday, August 25th, late evening<br/><br/>The beach, near the college Campus<br/><br/>With Amber<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Although she was rather fearless with her approaches, Sophie was also good at knowing when to cut things off. She had practiced enough to know when a girl just wasn't interested. Fortunately for her, Amber gave off none of these vibes.<br/><br/>"Pears are good, but so is chocolate." She noted, her fingers dancing across the skin on Amber's arm. Sophie had a thing for all girls, but, especially during recent months, she'd been wanting a black girl to romp. Sophie went through stages of desiring particular aspects in other girls.<br/><br/>She did have one past experience, but it only left her wanting more. It was during high school, and she seemed more intent on enjoying Sophie's body than allowing the busty girl to do the same in response. It just made the already hungry girl crave chocolate further, and she was determined to make Amber her outlet.<br/><br/>Her fingers squeezed gently into Amber's arm, playfully hinting at her desires. Sophie smiled as Amber's eyes darted to meet her own. She was stunning with record-breaking tits, but her teeth were one of her few sour spots. They were a bit crooked and not especially white. She did have a habit of ending her smiles when girls looked at her, and this unconscious routine got the best of her. Her wide grin turned into a mere smirk, but the fire in her eyes remained in full force.<br/><br/>"Of course I would. You're fucking gorgeous." Her hand traveled from Amber's arm to her hair, which she toyed with for a few seconds before returning back to its previous location wrapped around Amber. The start of a protest caught Sophie off guard, although she didn't let her expression show her worry. Amber, on the other hand, was bad at hiding her own emotions, and her next expression, a full blush, gave off her actual feelings.<em>"Oh, she wants it. She wants some messy white pussy. Mhmm, yes she does!"</em><br/><br/>Amber leaned against her; Sophie didn't complain. She kept softly stroking Amber's arm as the girl got situated to a position she deemed comfortable. She did notice Amber's close proximity to her boobs, and the freshman was pretty bad at sneaking glances. For a few minutes, the two just enjoyed the touch of each other.<br/><br/>At least, that was the case until Amber broke the silence with her question. She practically told Sophie that she was a virgin, which was like adding fuel to her ever-blazing desire.<br/><br/>The inquiry made Sophie laugh. It was far from the first time she had been asked that question, and so it didn't bother her at all. She was glad to hear it, since it cemented the strategy she would take with Amber. Flaunt boobs, score Amber. The girl's cheeks were now resembling Christmas lights.<br/><br/>"Nowhere important! Well, expect in your arms, maybe." She leaned forward and lovingly nuzzled her cheek against the top of Amber's head. She gently eased Amber away from her. Once they were separated, she moved so that they were sitting face to face.<br/><br/>"The million dollar question... Are they real?" She teased. "I'll let you be the judge." Sophie had never been self conscious about her body. Public showers were a breeze for her, and choosing a bikini for the beach wasn't bad either.<br/><br/>After scanning the area for signs of other people out on a stroll, she grabbed the end of her tank and stripped it off of her. Her bra was next, and she made quick work of it. All that remained was a pair of the biggest, natural tits Amber had probably ever seen. In a past life, it was apparent that Sophie had to have been some sort of bovine.<br/><br/>The skin was beautiful, with only a slight vein or freckle here or there. They had a near-perfect shape. "Not bad, huh? Don't be shy, feel 'em up." Inwardly, her heart rate was escalating.<em>"Grab them! Grab them with your cute, dark hands!"</em>In her twisted world, she always imagined black girls as being the best at groping. She couldn't decide if that was because she thought they were talented or if she merely liked the contrast of colors.<br/><br/>"You tell me. Fake or not?"