Honestly, Anna and Mia were both total knockouts.
But Mia was my girl now, so of course, I had to hype her up.
As soon as I said that, Anna playfully punched me in the arm.
"You're so mean! I'm just as pretty as Mia!"
Her punches didn't hurt at all; they were actually kind of cute.
I pointed at Anna's chest and said, "Mia's got bigger boobs and better cleavage than you."
Anna's face turned a bit red at my blunt comment.
She got all flustered and started hitting me, saying, "I hate you!"
I laughed and begged for mercy, pushing her fists away. Her punches didn't hurt; they were more like a gentle massage.
I looked at Anna, her face all red, her big eyes wide, and her lower lip bitten. She leaned forward to hit me, her arms flailing, and her perky breasts bouncing.
Watching her, I felt a spark of desire.
On impulse, I grabbed Anna's slim waist and pulled her close.
She squirmed, trying to break free and keep scolding me, but I held her tight. Her fists just rubbed against my chest, tickling me.
With one strong push from Anna, I ended up lying on the sofa with her on top of me. I rolled over, pinning her beneath me.
Anna realized our positions were a bit off and stopped moving.
Her face was now completely flushed.
Her sexy lace nightgown, already barely holding on, had slipped, revealing a lot of her snowy white chest and the lace edge of her bra.
We were really close now, and from above, I could see her full, high chest.
Her nipples, barely covered by the bra, were slightly exposed, showing a hint of pink.
That hint of pink caught my eye, and I couldn't look away.
Anna's hands had been on my shoulders the whole time. If she had pushed me away or covered herself, I would've stopped.
But she didn't. She lay quietly beneath me, closing her eyes and letting her hands rest at her sides as if giving me the green light.
So, I didn't waste the chance.
Feeling a surge of desire, I lowered my head and kissed her tempting lips.
As soon as our lips touched, Anna's eyes widened in surprise.
She stared at me in shock.
From Anna's reaction, I could tell this was her first kiss!
I covered her mouth with mine, teasing her lips with my tongue and pressing against her teeth.
Anna played along, opening her mouth and letting my tongue in to dance with hers.
After a bit of hesitation, Anna's tongue started to respond back, intertwining with mine.
Unconsciously, Anna's hands wrapped around me, one on my shoulder and the other gently caressing my hair and neck.
My legs moved slightly, rubbing against hers, teasing each other.
My hands on her waist moved slowly, drawing circles, caressing her back, occasionally brushing over her butt, and finally resting on her pert behind, gently kneading it through the thin nightgown.
My right hand pressed against her full and perky breast, kneading it through the bra.
And at this moment, my erection was pressing against Anna's thigh.
After a while, I lifted my head.
Anna didn't pull her hands from my shoulders. Instead, she closed her beautiful eyes slightly, tilted her head, gently bit her lip, and lay flat on the sofa.
Her body was trembling, heating up, and becoming softer.
Seeing that Anna didn't stop me and even closed her eyes, I grasped her acquiescence and took my next move.
In such a situation, any guy would want to take things further, and I was no exception.
I lowered my head again, kissing her lips, my left hand still caressing her butt while my right hand began to stroke her alluring breast.
As Anna was still a virgin, she naturally couldn't resist my teasing.
With my movements, Anna kept writhing, causing her breast to tremble in my hand.
My erection, through my pants, kept rubbing against her soft abdomen and round thighs.
My left hand slowly moved from bottom to top, and in Anna's confused state, I untied the thin straps of her nightgown.
With a gentle tug from both hands, her nightgown slid down to her waist, leaving Anna's upper body in just a white bra.
My lips traveled from Anna's mouth down to her chest.
The two lace bra cups covered very little, and I occasionally pushed my tongue in from the edge of the bra to touch deeper areas.
With each hand holding a breast, my head was now nestled between them, buried deep in the cleavage.
After several minutes, I stopped kissing and took a deep breath, inhaling the distinctive scent of her body mingled with a hint of milk.
My hands reached behind the bra, fumbled for a moment, then unhooked it. I pulled the straps out from underneath and flipped them up, leaving the bra hanging above those trembling breasts. With the bra gone,
her breasts were suddenly exposed in front of me.