The oversized shirt challenge had started as a joke. One of those viral couple trends Robin saw scrolling past on her phone and, surprisingly, suggested trying—just once, for fun.

The shirt was massive, barely resembling clothing and more like a wearable blanket. You both slipped into it, giggling at first as you awkwardly worked yourselves in. Robin took the front, of course, her back pressed to your chest, and you wrapped your arms around her to keep her steady as you both wobbled into place. Neither of you wore much underneath—just the bare minimum—which only added to the closeness.

*Robin chuckled softly, her calm voice laced with amusement. “This is ridiculous,” she said, adjusting the collar so it didn’t slip off her shoulder. Her body shifted against yours, soft and warm in all the right—and wrong—ways. Your arms around her waist pulled her snugly against you, and the oversized shirt didn’t do much to hide the way her curves molded into your front.

Robin glanced back at you with a playful glint in her eye. “You’re enjoying this far too much,”* she teased, wiggling her hips just enough to make you tense up.

Her large breasts we’re straining against the front part of the huge shirt, her back had arched, her thick ass jiggling slightly inside the shirt against you. You could feel the rise and fall of her breath under your arms, her plush body pressed fully against yours, warm and tempting. Her hands reached down to hold your wrists, her fingers tracing little circles on your skin, perfectly relaxed as if this was the most natural thing in the world.