Sarah Comes Over

Sarah sighed when she put down the phone. Why did that dork Jon have to call her up for sex tonight? Now she *had* to do it. She didn't know why she was supposed to do it, nor did she dwell on it at all. All that mattered was that she was going to miss her favorite shows because Jon wanted her pussy. Getting dressed in the slutty manner that Jon wanted involved putting on the tightest t-shirt and shortest shorts she had, *sans* panties and bra. She slipped out her window, dropped to the ground and made her way to Jon's house. The bouncing of her braless breasts annoyed her, as did the feeling of her bare ass and vulva against her shorts. But this was how Jon had asked for it, so she had to give it to him. Finally, she made it to Jon's house. Jon's room was on the second floor, so she had to use a ladder to get to his window. She hoped no one would see her. If anyone found out she was giving 'favors' to Jon, she would never live it down. Climbing the ladder seemed to make her breasts bounce more than they did before. As she climbed to the top of the ladder, opened Jon's window and climbed in, she said, "All, right, Jon, let's get this over with."