James decided that he would speak to Roxanne next, who was fortunately the closest girl to him at this point. She was busy laying on her back underneath the warm, synthetic sun, the sound of most of the other girls laughing and talking echoing ever so slightly throughout the modestly sized beach-classroom.
James regretted that he only had enough time to speak with two more of the girls, as almost all of them seemed thoroughly interesting. And he felt bad that not all the girls would wind up being as understanding as Meghan or Alexandra: what if they noticed he hadn’t spoken to them? Would they take into account that he only had time to speak to four? Would they even realize that? Would they feel even more bitter given the fact that he didn’t use that limited time on them?
James’s fears subsided slowly, as walking over to Roxanne proved an incredibly pleasant sight. Her massive breasts gently flopped onto either side of her, their weight unable to kept them stationed vertically upon her chest. While her bikini was by no means modest, James felt a part of him desiring her to be in a piece of dental floss not unlike Alexandra.
Roxanne opened her eyes and looked over, smiling at James, who was currently trying to make it seem like he hadn’t been staring at her hypnotic titties. It was a crass thing to do while she wasn’t looking, he knew, but he was spellbound by them. Roxanne, though, didn’t seem to mind.
“You like them?”, she asked slyly, putting her hands behind her head. James nodded casually, caught off by the bluntness of her inquiry and unable to keep himself from lying. After all, he figured that doing so on the given subjects would be considered rude of him.
Roxanne chuckled, and followed up her question with another one: