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Kayley was nearly skipping with joy as she and her friends walked into the music festival, huge grins plastered on their faces.

"Are you feeling it, Kayley?" her roommate Emily said with a knowing grin, eyes sparkling, brushing her dirty blonde hair behind her ear with a forearm wrapped in bright plastic kandy raver bracelets.

"I think so, yeah!" Kayley said, beaming. "The music sounds AMAZING all the sudden... and my skin feels all tingly... and every time I stretch a muscle it feels... oooooh!"

She closed her eyes in delight, letting out a sigh of pure bliss as she raised her arms above her head, "Soooo gooood!"

Emily laughed and darted over to hug Kayley tight. Her touch felt like an electric shock of pleasure, tingles reverberating from her warm arms around Kayley's neck. "I'm so glad you came, Kay!"

Kayley clasped Emily in her arms and the two friends hugged tight. "I'm so glad I came too, Em."

She almost hadn't. Kayley had always been shy, never one for loud concerts or crazy parties. Growing up in a small town in the midwest, in a religious family, these things weren't really part of her culture. You were expected to graduate high school, get a working class job, and pop out a few kids by your mid-twenties.

But Kayley wanted something different, something more. And that's why she was so excited to get to go off to college, flying across the country to become a freshman at UCLA.

Before moving to Westwood, Kayley had resolved herself not to do a lot of drinking or partying. She was here to study, after all, to prepare herself for something better than the life she'd left behind.

But her roommates were so fun to hang out with that her resolve began to weaken. She got so envious when they all came back from Bruin Bash or a frat row party drunk and happy and gushed to her about how much fun they'd had, the friends they'd made, the cute boys they'd kissed.

Kayley had kissed a boy once. But nothing more than that. She was eighteen now, and it felt like she was only one she knew who hadn't had sex yet.

She was 5'5" and chubby, and she didn't have a lot of self-confidence about how she looked. She was big but not flabby, her chub filling out smooth curves nearly free of stretch marks or cellulite, blessed with those rare and exceptionally fertile genes that distributed her fat disproportionately to her thighs, breasts, ass, and beautifully tumescent little round tummy. Her wide child-bearing hips, thick thighs, and pudgy little belly jiggled as she walked, but she kept them hidden behind loose high-wasted jeans. Her enormous, round 38DD melon breasts were surprisingly firm and perky, with light areolas and thick pink nipples pointing upward, but she habitually hid them underneath a one-size-too-big dark blue UCLA sweatshirt. Even her long, silky brown hair was locked into a ponytail most of the time.

She just couldn't believe anyone could look at her fertility-goddess body and feel desire. That just wasn't what the hot boys wanted these days.

She yearned to be like the cute skinny girls she bunked with. Emily and Hannah we so fun to be around, and unlike the bitchy cliquey girls at her high school, they were actually nice to her.

This could be a fresh start, she'd thought, if only she could muster the nerve to put herself out there.

And so, even though it was only her second week of classes, Kayley had decided to cross the Rubicon and tag along with the others at her coed dorm to a music festival, and she'd nodded along when they'd asked her if she wanted them to pick her up some ecstasy pills. She'd gone out shopping with her roommates and bought the tight black lacy top they recommended, and the daisy duke jean shorts. She'd gulped the thick pressed ecstasy pill, a pink Snapchat logo stamped into it, in the backseat of Emily's old Hyundai halfway between Los Angeles and San Bernardino. And as the roll began to kick into high gear, she walked arm in arm with them through the music festival gates.

Kayley's hips swayed and her bulging breasts strained against her black lace top in the dim light of the distant stages, and the sweat glistened on her gently bouncing curves. She'd felt awkward in this sexy outfit that showed off her big boobs at first, but the rising MDMA roll was making the nervousness start to melt away. A big smile formed dimples in her cute chubby cheeks. Her eyes were wide open and sparkling, pupils obscenely dilated to dinner-plate width.

Oh my god, she thought, this is it. I'm rolling.

Hard. Really... fucking... hard.

As the group arrived at one of the main festival stages and began to post up toward the back-middle of the crowd, a surge of warmth rose up through her spine and cascaded across her skull. Taking her place in the circle of dorm friends, she tilted her head back, closed her eyes, inhaled deep, and then exhaled. Tingles of pleasure reverberated up and down her body.

Walking up beside her, a boy leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear. It was Chris, one of the guys from the adjoining suite in her dorm. He'd tagged along with the group.

"Hey Kay! You look like you're rolling!"

She smiled wide. Wow! He was... soooo... cute? How... how hadn't she noticed before?

They'd only talked briefly, once or twice... and now he was... singling her out, talking to her, his hand on the small of her back? Her mind was sloshing with serotonin and spinning with a surge of emotion.

"Hey Chris! Yeah, it really feels... amazing!" she blurted out, cheeks flushed and eyes bright.

He grinned back at her warmly. "Yeah I think so too!"

For a moment they just looked at each other. He was a little awkward, she thought, but then again, so was she. It just made him cuter, she thought.

"So," he blurted out, "you... want a massage?"

Wow, she thought. Chris was cute. Like... really really cute. At least five foot ten, dark brown hair, thinner but athletic build. He could have been a popular kid at her high school. And here she was, this little chubby girl. And he wanted to give HER a massage?

That was so kind, so sweet of him. I mean, of COURSE she had to say yes to this cute boy who wanted to make her feel good.

A thrill of fear and hope rose in her chest. What if this... led somewhere? She'd never had a boyfriend before... maybe that could change.

For some reason, it felt like tonight was a convergence of destiny. Like it would change the course of her whole life.

"Oh my god, YES," she squealed up at the tall boy, her jaw vibrating uncontrollably and her pupils wiggling in anticipation, "I bet that will feel SO good!"

She grinned as she spun around and brushed her brown hair away from her shoulders.

Chris smirked. "I think you'll like this then, Kay. Just relax," he said.

His strong hands rested on Kayley's shoulders and began to slowly, deliberately knead her shoulder muscles.

Kayley gasped sharply.

Ohhhhh fuuuuuuuuuck...

this felt so...

fucking...

incredible...

The speakers blared a low rumble as the house music bass drop kicked in, and another fat load of serotonin gushed into her overstimulated synapses. An unbearable, undeniable gravity made her want to touch him, to trust him, to surrender to the feelings of love welling up inside her.

It felt so natural, so good.

As Chris's fingers dug into her back, the music swelled. Kayley closed her eyes, sighed in contentment, and leaned back against Chris's chest. Her breasts straining against her blouse, heaving as she panted with pleasure, her nipples hardening through the thin material.

As the music pulsed across the crowd, Kayley and Chris swayed to the beat, their bodies intertwined. As he worked her shoulders, she brought her hands up to idly play with her torso, running her fingers across her belly, tracing lines around the button. The dim light of the stage lights against the night sky highlighted the sweat glistening on her skin.

Finally, her finished and then said, smiling, "How was that, Kay?"

With a sigh, she spun around and beamed up at him.

God, he was cute. And he was SO nice to give her a massage, it felt SO SO good.

He was incredible. And beautiful. A trail of cunt juice began to lazily drool from her engorging labia and pool in her panties.

"Oh my god, thank you so much, Chris! That was AMAZING. Jeez, I'm rolling so hard." Kayley exclaimed, her voice barely above the music but full of excitement.

Chris grinned. "I know, right? This is so great!" He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear.

Kayley hugged him, her face inches from his. He was so warm. God, it felt so good to be pressed against a hot boy like this. Her thoughts were spiraling in his arms. This might really be the start of something special.

"I'm so glad we're here together," she said softly, her eyes shining and glazed over.

Her lips were parted slightly, and her eyes darted to his lips briefly. She could feel their hot breath on her face. It made her shiver with delight, with possibility.

Chris's hands rested on her hips, guiding her movements as they swayed, dancing close like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"It's like nothing else matters but this moment," she breathed softly.

Their lips got closer and closer.

They were almost touching now.

She could feel his hot breath.

She parted her plump lips and began to close her eyes, and--

Suddenly Emily's face appeared next to Chris's. "Heeeeyyyyy girllll!" she said, smirking, and Kayley blushed. "You guys look like you're enjoying yourselves!"

"Y-yeah," Kayley blurted out, face against Chris's shoulder, cheeks flushed a deep red. "This stuff is... amazing! You guys are, like, seriously my best friends."

Emily grinned. "Okay well, me and Hannah and the boys are gonna make a bathroom run! We'll be back before...." she looked down at her iPhone with wide, dilated eyes, smack-smack-smacking her chewing gum, "...um, 12:30, when Tiesto comes on. Then we can all raver train to the main stage!"

Chris smiled. "Bet!"

"Can't wait!" beamed Kayley.

"Awesome!" Emily said. "Okay, so you two..." she winked, "...don't go anywhere until we get back, mmmkay? We'll meet you back here."

"Sure thing," said Chris, and Emily skipped off to join the others, who had already set off for the Port-a-Potties, grabbing another girl's am to become the caboose of the raver train and disappearing into the crowd.

All alone together with Chris now, Kayley turned to him and clutched him closer. As the music swelled, another wave of reverberating pleasure swept through her. Her soft curves pressed urgently into his tall, lanky, athletic form. Her whole body felt like it was floating, vibrating with bliss.

She closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh. "That massage was incredible, Chris. You have magic hands."

Chris chuckled. "Thanks, I try my best. But I think it's the molly that's really making everything feel so good."

Kayley's eyes snapped open, and she smiled widely. "Definitely. I feel... so.... connected to you right now. Like we're... on the same wavelength or something?"

"Yeah! Damn, I know exactly what you mean," Chris said, his voice filled with empathy. "It's like we can read each other's minds. This is what I love about molly, dude. It makes everything feel, like, so real. Like this is who I really am."

As they danced closer, their bodies almost touching, Kayley felt an overwhelming sense of trust and connection. "It's weird, we just met, but... I feel like I can tell you anything," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Chris's eyes locked onto hers, filled with warmth and understanding. "Yeah, I feel the same way. Like we were meant to come here and be together."

She gazed into his dilated pupils, her vision closing in, his cute face the only thing she could see. Her thoughts, her desires, were focusing in on this moment.

"Like tonight is fate," he said.

A hot flood of serotonin-laced desire cascaded through her brain. The music reached its climax, and without thinking, Kayley bounced up to kiss Chris on the lips, hard.

The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the intensity of their moment, wrapping their arms around each other tight as they sucked each other's lips with the urgency of two desperate lovers suddenly released to each other. The festival crowd seemed to fade away around them.

As Kayley's plump, wet lips slurped Chris's mouth and tongue, shivers shot down her spine. Still locked onto her face, he brushed her hair away behind her ear like a gentle lover and cradled her head in his hands. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as she tilted her head to the side. Their kisses were deep and urgent. With a slight moan Kayley's tongue slid against Chris's. Her big breasts squeezed against him and she could feel his heartbeat against her chest. It seemed to synchronize with her own.

She thought she could feel an erection growing in his pants, pressed against her crotch, which made her heart skip with joy. The world around them was a blur of sound and light melding into a singular glow that cocooned around them as they lost themselves in the moment, utterly consumed with sucking each other's mouths and squeezing each other's warm bodies.

Feelings cascaded through Kayley's brain: trust, empathy, deep connection, excitement, promise. For some reason, it didn't feel like just kissing any boy, it felt like kissing The Boy.

Like she had found her person.

Like this moment was the fulcrum of her entire future.

Was this just the molly? Or was this the beautiful, ultimate truth that shedding her inhibitions had unlocked? Was she really meant to spend the rest of her life with this hot boy?

A peak of MDMA crashed over her, her jaw vibrating manically as her lips softly gnawed his with a demanding insistence.

After several minutes (or maybe an hour? It was hard to say) they finally let go of each other for a moment to catch their breath. Kayley slowly realized that she was in the middle of the crowd at a music festival. She'd forgotten, so focused had she been on Chris.

Kayley's eyes locked onto his, tears of joy welling up inside them.

"Wow," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the music.

Chris smiled back. "I know," he whispered, his breath warm against her skin.

Kayley spun around to face the stage, breasts protruding through her lace top, and leaned back against him. She turned her head to look back up at him over her shoulder and their lips met again.

It felt like this moment could last forever.

Chris held her waist tight, his hands clasped together against her chubby little tummy. Her soft, round butt cheeks pushed against his throbbing hard cock through her jean shorts.

He turned to kissed the back of her neck slowly and gently, leaving a trail of wet kisses. Each careful press of his lips against her tingling skin was like electric fire. Her eyes wiggled and her pussy clenched insistently with each wet touch of his lips against her, and she let out a few grunts and squeaks involuntarily as she spasmed with pleasure against him.

He raised his head next to her ear. She could feel the scruff of his stubble dragging against her soft cheek as he growled, "You taste so good, Kayley."

She spun around to face him and without missing a beat he crouched to put his strong arms around her thick thighs and lifted her into the air. She locked her legs around him as he pressed his face back into hers, lips sucking hard against her puffy, panting mouth, her tongue darting into his without even thinking about it.

As he held her up, she was moving her hips against his waist without even thinking about it. Humping him subconsciously. She was getting so, so fucking wet, so goddamn horny for this hot boy.

"C-can we sit down?" she panted, "like in the grass? I... I wanna cuddle."

He grinned and turned to push through the crowd, carrying her as she clutched him like a sweaty, chubby koala. He walked them over to a grassy spot by the side of the stage, then let her go and sat down.

A wild gleam of desire in her eye, she dropped to sit on his lap, facing him as she straddled him, hungrily leaning against him to continue their desperate makeout session.

"Mmmmf... mmmph.... unngh, Chris... mmmm..." she moaned over and over, dragging her fingertips down his back as he worked her scalp, digging in his fingers so hard against her skull it should have hurt.

Only... it didn't. It felt fucking orgasmic.

As they clutched each other and groped each other and sucked each other's moaning faces, she ground her dripping-wet cunt lips against his fully erect penis, rock hard and poking a tent through his shorts. Only the shorts and thin lace panties separated their engorged, throbbing reproductive organs.

"Uuungh! Unngh! Mmmmmnfff... fffuck..." the thick girl moaned, eyes closed and lips wide and trembling, as he moved his head to the side and began kissing and sucking a trail down her slim, vulnerable neck.

He moved his hands down from her head and slid them under her lacy top. A sigh of relief shuddered through her as the strong, warm fingers slid up to cup her round, heaving tits, hot with need.

"Fuck yes..." she breathed with contentment, chubby body shaking and jiggling as her roll peaked once again.

His breathing grew ragged and his eyes wide as he roughly kneaded and squeezed the fat mountains of hot, soft boob flesh. They were so warm, so unbelievably soft, like giant squishy pillows with big light-pink areolas and little hot-pink nipples. The most perfect toys imaginable when rolling really, really hard. Each squeeze sent a mini orgasm shooting up her spine until it was too much, and a real orgasm that had been bubbling up inside her overflowed and exploded. Her mouth was wide open, eyelids flickering and eyes rolled back, as she emitted a low guttural moan punctuated with uncontrollable high-pitched squeals of pleasure.

This was happening. It was really happening.

She was cumming.

She was cumming on this beautiful boy's lap, his cock grinding against her soaking pussy, his hands on her big boobs.

She'd never had an orgasm before. This was the first time she'd ever cum.

As she came, shuddering wildly, Chris grunted with a singleminded focus on working the overflowing chest of the sweat-gleaming fertility goddess grinding and squealing above him. Her trembling chub sent flecks of sweat flying everywhere as she vibrated violently on top of him. She squealed herself hoarse as he rolled and played with the rock-hard nipples poking straight out, sending the orgasm cascading into wave after wave after unimaginably pleasurable wave.

"Fuck... you're so... fucking... hot, Kayley..." he growled as she began to come down from the molly-soaked orgasm, between lip-smacking sucks of her trembling neck. His lips and teeth left a line of blotchy red hickies behind. Each time he bit into her neck, breaking a new set of capillaries, it felt like a delicious tickle of utter ecstasy.

"....y-yesss... that f-feels... so f... f.. fucking... g-good, Chrissss..." she moaned, gradually regaining control of her vocal chords as she ground harder and harder against his cock. Her sopping wet cunt had gushed so much pussy juice it had soaked through their shorts, coating his arrow-straight fuck rod in gushing cunt honey.

"Did... did you just..." he ventured.

She nodded vigorously, smiling wide. "Yeah. That... that's never happened before."

His eyes widened. "Like... NEVER never?"

She grinned. "Mmm-hmmm."

He grinned and began sucking harder as his hands moved down from her scalp to begin slowly peeling her lace top up and off the fat, sweaty tits it was clinging to.

A surge of horny excitement shot up her spine.

He was so bold. But it felt so right? She just... wanted to be under his control right now. Wanted to let him do whatever he wanted. Wanted to be subservient to his desires.