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Futanari Fantasies
(Gia Maria Marquez)

The girl was a mess.



She hadn't taken off her date dress, which was shiny red and tightly fitted. Sometimes I wondered how she pulled off a strapless dress. It's not like she had the boobs to hold it up. That was the only area where I had her beat, though I never showed off my assets.



Becca's dress was very short. She liked to show off her legs, and I could understand why. They were long and pale and looked perfect when she'd fitted her feet into high heels. She'd kicked those off, but her bare feet were quite attractive, too, with the nails painted the same scarlet red as her dress.



"Come on," I said, leading her to the couch.  "Tell me all about it."



She clung to me like a koala. Despite being taller than me, she managed to bend down low enough to rest her head on my breast. Good thing the top I threw on was old, because her makeup would stain it for sure.



"He said... he said... he said I was too much woman for him!!!"



"Too much?" I asked as her tears soaked through my bra. I'd been called too much woman as well, but I doubt for the same reason.



"I want too much, he said. More than he's got to give!"



Big surprise.



"But I don't!" Becca said. "I don't want too much. I only want a baby, Corrine. That's all.  I don't even need the guy. Once he's made his deposit, I can raise my child alone. I don't need him at all."



"You didn't say that to Frank, did you?" I asked, knowing perfectly well what the answer would be.



Becca sniffled as she raised her head from my breast. Sure enough, she'd left traces of makeup all over me, but she was too self-involved to notice.



"Think I shouldn't have?" she asked. 



"Oh, Becca!"  I hugged her warmly, but she stiffened in my grip.



"We shouldn't," she said.



"Shouldn't what?"



She batted her lashes, which were glued together with wet mascara and tears.  "You know."



"No..."



"We shouldn't... you know..."  She glanced down at my crotch and raised a brow.