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Bosom Buddies Ch. 01

By: bosombuddies



(Author's note: This is going to be a multi-part story. This first chapter is relatively light on sex, but there will be a lot more action in subsequent installments. Everyone in this story is at least eighteen years old)

(And a quick shout-out to ErikaKane for her editing assistance with this story. Couldn't have hoped for better.)

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I turned eighteen a month into my senior year of high school. Skinny, shy, good at math; I was last pick for the basketball team and last pick for the opposite sex. But by Christmas, I had gone from being terrified of girls to living the cliché as the official "sexually non-threatening platonic guy friend" of the five hottest chicks in school.

As nice as it was to have popular friends and beautiful women to look at all day long, I was also anguishing in a special circle of Hell, where my penis and I were at a constant state of war with each other. The argument went something like this:  

MY PENIS: "Fuck her! She's hot!"

THE REST OF ME: "No, we're friends, it'd be weird..."

PENIS: "But... tits!"

Needless to say, it was a confusing time for me.

It all started with Corrine -- a bodacious blonde who was clearly destined for the Playboy centerfold. For a late-blooming nerd like me, she was also the most intimidating person on the planet. Every detail about her seemed specifically designed to twist my tongue into knots. First off, she was the tallest girl in school. I was 5'11" and she had maybe half an inch on me (Corrine liked to joke that this was due to her "Viking ancestry"). She also had a dazzling smile that belied an impish, teasing spirit, and a natural hourglass figure. But what really made my head spin were her tits. Her absolutely gigantic tits. The day those things had grown in, every guy in school promptly forgot his name. Seriously, her tits could stop traffic.

She and I became friends when I sheepishly asked her to be in an amateur horror movie I was directing with some buddies. Asking had not been an easy task for a guy like me—Corrine had always been a merciless tease. But nonetheless, as soon as the class bell rang, I stumbled over to her desk, feeling mortified but knowing that all the other AV club guys were counting on me to succeed for the sake of our film. I tried to play it cool, but my cheeks went crimson and my voice sounded like it was coming from inside a box:

"Hey Corrine, I'm making this horror movie and we kind of need someone to play the, like, buxom bombshell in distress. I was just wondering if you might think that was fun... or something."

She raised an eyebrow and grinned wickedly, leaning so far forward it took all my willpower to keep my eyes away from her pendulous breasts. "Sure, Ian," she said simply, "What do you want me to wear?"

It turned out my nervousness had been completely unfounded. While Corrine was definitely a tease, she was also really easy to get along with. She and I hit it off the first day of filming. We made each other laugh, hit an easy rhythm of conversation, and she even made fun of her own intoxicating hotness—happily donning the increasingly skimpy outfits I asked her to wear. She totally got the movie's trashy sense of humor, too, and would throw an extra bounce into each step as she fled from a lifeguard-turned-werewolf (Yeah, the movie was crap).

Even after we finished the film, Corrine still called me every day after school, just to chat. We had almost nothing in common besides our sense of humor, but that made our talks all the more interesting. I would keep her on the phone as long as I could, inwardly glowing at the thought of such a gorgeous creature enjoying my company.

Knowing Corrine even got me invited to some real parties for a change. I wasn't deluding myself that it was love—I certainly wasn't in "love" with her—but a part of me hoped that against all odds she had started finding the scrawny nerd kid mysteriously attractive. That was all dashed to pieces four weeks into our friendship, when I finally got up the guts to ask her out.

It was at a party Corrine had invited me to. I threw down a couple beers and headed through the dim lights, finally finding my girl in a dark corner, speaking quietly with her equally hot friend, Talia. They didn't see me in the dark, and I was just about to speak up when I overheard Talia say: "You and Ian seem to be getting pretty tight, would you ever think of going out with him?"

The timing was ridiculous, but what can I say? That's how it happened. I froze, not wanting to eavesdrop but too close to avoid it. Corrine thought for a second and then answered, "You know, I don't think so. It's nice having a guy I can talk to who doesn't treat me like I'm just a pair of boobs, but he's not really that attractive. I bet he will be one day, maybe when he's thirty or whatever. But he's a GREAT guy." Soon as she said it, Corrine realized I was standing there and she reflexively apologized. I assured her it was no big deal. We were just friends, anyway. I gave her a quick hug, inwardly groaning at the feel of her tits squashed against my chest, and headed outside to get some air.

Thirty?! I thought, Some consolation prize that is. I'll be fuckable by the time I'm ready to settle down. I needed another beer. It wasn't that I was devastated to be rejected by Corrine -- hell, I'd been expecting that. It was how her words had confirmed my worst fears: I was doomed to be "just friends" for the rest of my life.

An hour later, I was reclining on the hammock in the front yard, wallowing in self-pity over my bad luck with women, when a body dropped on me and snapped me out of it, a stray elbow clocking me in the face. "Oh, I'm sorry!" Talia laughed, clearly blazed out of her mind, "I totally didn't see you there!"

I assured her it was no big deal, and she mumbled something incoherent about me being such a "great, great guy" or whatever. We were both too wasted to bother getting out of that hammock, so we just lay there together.

Talia and I barely knew each other. We'd shared a few classes over the years and I had seen her at one or two of Corrine's parties, but at that moment there were only three things I could recall about her:

1. She was insane. I don't mean the Ted Bundy/Ed Gein/Glenn Beck BAD kind of insane, I mean the GOOD kind of insane. Like a female Jack Sparrow, I guess? The kind of insane that livens up any party and provides you with a lifetime of anecdotes.

2. She was gorgeous. A raven-haired, smoky-eyed, exotic beauty (half Korean, half Colombian; a winning combination, if you ask me) with full, perky breasts and a fabulous ass she liked to show off with the skimpiest clothing she could find. And —  

3. Talia was dating a twenty five-year-old drug dealer named Steve, who weighed about a hundred pounds more than me.

Regardless, I was horny, frustrated, mortified, and confused. And drunk. So I wasn't exactly thinking straight when Talia started making out with me in the hammock a few minutes later. She was completely faded and her breath stunk of weed. Her kisses were awkward and sloppy, barely making contact with my mouth. It was about the least romantic scenario I could have hoped for, but I gave it my all, desperate to prove Corrine wrong about my ability to attract a mate. My hands roamed her amazing body, daringly squeezing her firm, athletic ass--yes!

Then she passed out. With a disappointed sigh, I rolled away, leaving her to sleep off what was sure to be one hell of a hangover. Talia's affections had been nothing more than the result of drunken pity, that much I knew. And knowing it made the shame of the evening all the worse. Corrine's words replayed over and over again in my mind: "Maybe when he's thirty." It felt like some gypsy had put a curse on me.

Gloom hung over me the next day at school. Talia bumped into me towards the end of lunch and took me aside, clearly mortified for what had happened between us. She was on the verge of tears as she whispered, "I'm so sorry about last night."

I put a comforting hand on her shoulder and assured her that I understood completely. "It was just a party thing," I muttered, "Don't worry about it." She nodded and hugged me close, her words spilling out with machine gun speed:

"I'm so sorry I fell asleep—it wasn't you—I swear—I was just so wasted--I swear I am never ever going to smoke weed again in my life! Can we just—Oh, and thanks for being cool about it and, you know, leaving me alone after I was out."

She was so earnest, I couldn't help but smile. "Look, Tal, you know you're gorgeous, so don't take offense when I say that the whole non-consent thing just doesn't do it for me."

She laughed through her tears, and awkwardly added, "And could you please not tell Steve, if you see him?"

"Right, like I'm gonna tell your huge scary boyfriend I made out with you." That got me another laugh from her, as well as a playful punch to the shoulder. Then for some reason I just blurted out, "Do you think Corrine was right last night? That I really won't be attractive until I'm like thirty?"

Talia had enough of a heart to let me down gently: "She was exaggerating, Ian. What she meant was you've got the potential to be really cute, but right now you aren't living up to it. You've got a cute face and, like, really amazing eyes, but girls want a guy who takes care of himself. Get a better hair-cut, stop just wearing those baggy comic book t-shirts, and maybe start taking PE a little more seriously. Just a suggestion."

Unexpectedly, our brief conversation over lunch soon led to me becoming even better friends with Talia than I had been with Corrine. She was always a ton of fun, despite her ADHD, and nowhere near as intimidating. Unlike with Corrine, I never even considered making a move on Talia. Sure, I admired the way she looked in the microscopic clothes she always wore, but we got so comfortable with each other so quickly that thoughts of dating never even came up. Even when she finally broke things off with that loser Steve, we just stayed the course as buddies.

The tighter I got with Talia, the tighter I got with her friends. And what friends they were...

Amy was a naturally beautiful tomboy with strawberry blonde hair and a lithe, lean body. She was far more frank about her sexuality than anyone else I knew, even guys (a bit of what my grandmother would call a "floozy"). The first time Talia introduced me to Amy outside of school, she was wearing a t-shirt with "YES THESE ARE MY TITS" printed across the bust. Amy was the biggest jock I knew, but her real passion was ballet. She poured every bit of herself into her dancing and all that effort had sculpted her body into a thing of beauty. I saw a few of her recitals and she was incredible. There was a graceful, feline sensuality to her movements.

But one thing kept her dreams of dancing professionally in check. Well, two things I guess. Apparently most professional dancers don't have Amy's tits. She joked that nobody in the world would hire a C-cup dancer, "Unless it's on a pole." I promised her that, if I were to ever own a ballet company, I would ONLY hire dancers with C-cups or bigger.

Then there was Stephanie, who embodied classical Hollywood glamor. Perfect golden ringlets framed a soft, round face and big, piercing blue eyes. She had the kind of zaftig, pinup-type figure that fighter pilots liked to paint on their planes during World War II. Va-va-voom, as the chairman would say. She was feisty and flirty, and a bit neurotic about her hair and makeup. Whenever we all went somewhere she would, without fail, be the last one ready. Our school's resident "drama club diva," Steph had played the lead role in every school play since she was a freshman, pissing off the older girls in drama club to no end.

Ever since pre-school, Stephanie had been BFF's with Elizabeth. Like all great pairs, the two of them were different in almost every way. While Stephanie was only a few inches shorter than I was, Elizabeth barely reached 5'2". Steph was blonde as they come, but Elizabeth had luxurious dark hair and very fair skin. Steph loved the spotlight, Elizabeth was shy as a mouse.

About the only thing they did have in common was their bra size, 34DD -- a running joke that tended to make Elizabeth blush whenever it came up. While the taller Stephanie rocked her curves in groovy proportion to the rest of her frame, on short little Elizabeth those boobs looked positively humongous. As a life-long "breast man," Elizabeth's tits made me practically drool, but she was really self-conscious about them, choosing to dress much more conservatively than her friends.

Despite being beautiful enough to merit a statue in the Parthenon, Elizabeth's quiet, good-girl nature caused her to often be overlooked by guys more interested in outgoing easy types like Talia or Amy. This lack of attention gave Elizabeth the ridiculous notion that she was "the ugly one" in the group, something that drove me insane. Aside from being a regular feature in my sexual fantasies, she was the kindest, sweetest, most thoughtful person I knew and she had no business being insecure.

Before that year, all of us had been in separate cliques, but when we started hanging out together things just worked. We found that rare, perfect group dynamic. If you ignored the gender ratio, we fit every high school cliché: the nerd, the tease, the basket case, the jock, the diva, and the shy kid. Me, Corrine, Talia, Amy, Stephanie, and Elizabeth. But you know what? Our differences made every conversation more interesting. I always say that the longer a person spends with people exactly the same as they are, the dumber they become. It's like inbreeding your personality.

To my great surprise, I learned that, of my beautiful new friends, only Amy and Talia had any serious sexual experience. Even professional cock-tease Corrine had never gone further than letting a guy feel her up, and Elizabeth had never even done that. My adolescent assumptions about these gorgeous women with their wild, wanton sex lives evaporated when I got to know them all as a group of regular, cool people with the same frustrations and anxieties about sex as every teenager.

Pretty early into our friendship, Amy took it upon herself to get me into shape, and I must say she made the typically miserable task of exercising a lot of fun. Running laps around the park actually became a treat when I was running behind her, watching that impossibly fine ass stretching her tight little shorts. Over time, my body filled out with some nice, lean muscle definition.

I asked all five girls to take me shopping so I could replace my wardrobe. Instead of dropping the money from my summer job on video games, I saved up for some decent clothes. After some female advice and a few trips to the mall, I started to look like a grown man.

As the only male in our group, the babes teased me incessantly. But it was always good-natured and no sane man would complain. Occasionally, however, the line between platonic friendship and sexual curiosity would blur ever so slightly. Somehow, the stars had aligned to make all five girls somehow single during those early months of our friendship, so when I'd be hanging out alone with one of them there seemed no harm in us snuggling up on the sofa to watch a movie, our hands gently roaming each other's bodies, always careful to avoid direct contact with the naughty bits. It was pleasantly arousing, but never overt enough that things felt weird between me and the girls afterwards.

One time, this innocent snuggling led to me giving Corrine a prolonged massage. I worked my hands up her back until she asked, "Could you undo my bra? It would feel better."

I swallowed, throat tight. My hands were actually shaking a little bit as I blindly reached beneath her shirt and fumbled with the hooks. My awkward fumbling must have been pretty obvious, because Corrine sat up wearing a Cheshire grin.

"Have you never taken a girl's bra off before?" she asked. I shrugged, wishing it could be anyone else in the world having this conversation with me. Corrine turned away from me, helpfully lifting up the back of her tank top to reveal the heavy-duty strap beneath her shoulder blades.

"Here, let me show you." She demonstrated the clasp for me a few times, then said, "Now you try."

My mouth turned to cotton while I imitated what she had done, unclasping the garment from her back. Suddenly unsupported, her substantial breasts dropped to their natural slope, and my eyes dropped with them. Corrine cast aside the enormous bra and turned to me, tits the size of cantaloupes swaying braless, hidden beneath her tank top. I wanted her so bad it hurt.

"There, now you're an expert."

My eyes were glued to the fabric tugging across her curves. Corrine glanced down at her boobs, cocking her head to the side. "Ian?" she asked coyly, "Why do you like my boobs so much?"

"I don't know," I sighed, raising my gaze to her eyes, "Why do you like teasing me so much?"

Corrine opened her mouth to say something smartass, but the seriousness in my tone of voice must have changed her mind. Instead, she lowered her voice to a whisper and answered, "I don't know. I guess because I'm not really good at anything else. I'm not good at art, I'm not good at sports, and my GPA's such a joke I might not even graduate."

Corrine was usually the most confident person I knew. Even that small show of vulnerability couldn't have been easy for her. I brushed a hair from her eye and pulled her close for a hug, saying, "You're good at tons of stuff, Corry. You're funny, you're friendly, and you're really easy to get along with. And yeah, you're excruciatingly hot. Look, don't worry about graduating! School is the one thing that I'm really good at, and I'm not gonna let you flunk out."

Corrine hugged me back as tight as she could, letting out a deep sigh. "Sorry I got all serious like that."

"Anytime, Corry, you're my friend."

"Is it cool if I keep teasing you?"

"Yes, Corry, it's very cool."

She grinned, wicked as ever. "Good, then you can finish my back rub!"

With that, she laid down on her stomach and hiked her shirt all the way up to her neck, revealing a slender back and a pair of magnificent breasts splashed out to the sides of her body.

I believe I actually groaned at the sight.

As the school year progressed, I made a real effort to prove myself wrong about my presumed zero percent chance with the opposite sex. I asked other girls in my class out on dates, and a few of them even said yes. That's when I started experiencing some of the downsides to hanging out with the hottest babes in school.

My handful of relationships never lasted more than a couple weeks. It was always the same story: no matter how much I liked a girl, she just couldn't get over feeling intimidated by my bevy of gorgeous friends. Girls always got weird about my social circle before I could even get past second base with them. One truly awful girl broke things off with me on New Year's Eve, leaving me dateless when midnight rolled around. It may sound silly, but I had never had a chance to ring in the New Year with a kiss and I had been really looking forward to that milestone. My five beautiful friends all tried to cheer me up by kissing me after they had kissed their own dates, but it wasn't the same. I wanted to be somebody's first choice, not a charity case.

The situation pissed me off, but deep down I could understand. On some level, that girl was right to be jealous. Even though I wasn't romantically interested in any of my five friends, I hardly ever fantasized about anyone else. It didn't matter if I was dating another pretty girl, or if I had just bought pornography—whenever I was in the mood, I would inevitably picture myself with one or more of my friends, pounding away while they wrapped their supple legs around me—or better yet—squeezed their massive tits around my cock and tit-fucked me into oblivion.


Bosom Buddies Ch. 01



I felt schizophrenic. One second we'd be happily bitching about homework or whatever, and the next second I was trying to hide the erection that sprang up whenever one of my girls stretched out and yawned. It was humiliating.

The fact that I mainly hung out with girls also got a rumor started that I was gay, which made it even more difficult to convince other chicks I wanted to date them.

By the time Valentine's Day rolled around, I didn't even bother finding a date. Talia and I were lazily watching TV in her room, killing time for a few hours before the Valentine's party she was throwing. Then, without warning, she suddenly got very anxious, nervously fidgeting with the random stuff on her nightstand. I asked her what was going on and she hurriedly blurted out "I've gotta go downstairs for a second. Just stay here, okay?"

I crossed my heart and sat alone in that room for ten long minutes, wondering what the hell was going on. Unable to keep still, I got up and paced (a nervous habit of mine), only to glance out the window, where I noticed that Talia's car wasn't alone in her driveway. Four others were squeezed in behind it. Which meant that all five girls were downstairs...

Suddenly, some hilariously cheesy porno-style synth song started blasting from outside the room. The door swung open to reveal my Valentine's Day present: a parade of goddesses.

Red-haired Amy entered first in an orange t-shirt about ten sizes too small for her. It clung to her skin like paint, those sizeable breasts tugging up the majority of the fabric to expose her sexy toned midriff. Below, she wore nothing but a white thong, which she showed off by sensuously twirling around, slowly rocking the globes of her firm, practically bare ass from side to side in front of my shocked face. Damn. She really was a talented dancer.

Behind her was Talia, dressed in a black lace corset and thigh-high fishnet stockings clipped to frilly black underwear. Her tits jutted out proudly from within semi-transparent lace cups, hinting at the darkness of her erect nipples. She raised her knee and placed one black stiletto heel on my thigh, holding my gaze with her incredible, hypnotic eyes. Then she scratched her nails across her fishnet stockings, the frippp sound dropping my mouth hung open with desire. Talia smirked at my reaction, unable to stay in character for even a second longer.

Stephanie strode inside the room, dressed in pink bikini bottoms and a matching pink tube top. The stretchy fabric clung enticingly to her huge, braless boobs, which were only half covered by the fabric. There couldn't have been more than a millimeter between her exposed cleavage and the two perky nipples denting the fabric of her top. She shook her chest deliberately in time with the music, so I felt no shame in openly staring at those epic, jiggling tits.

Then, with a bit of timidity, Elizabeth followed her friends, utterly sidelining me with the amount of skin she had chosen to reveal for me. She was dressed as a Victoria's Secret Angel--white wings flaring out behind her. The only clothes on her body were some frilly white panties and a matching white bra holding her enormous bosom on proud display.

Stunning as she was, the fact that shy Elizabeth trusted me enough to do this was almost more gratifying than the titillation of the whole fashion show. I held her eyes with mine, letting my smile tell her that I thought she was incredible.

I knew what was coming next, and I wasn't disappointed: Corrine sashayed into the room, the big finale, dressed in a faux fur cave-girl bikini. The outfit was a joke, to be sure, but it nonetheless revealed more of Corrine's unbelievable body than my eyes had ever seen before.

She stalked slowly towards me with her long, smooth legs. Her breasts were almost bare: mountains of soft flesh swelled outwards in all directions, and an impossible line of cleavage stared at me where the skimpy top squeezed those tits together.  

She leaned over me, her boobs swinging back and forth from the movement. Corrine traced a finger down my chest, scratching a bit with her fingernail. She must've been able to feel my heart, beating away like a sparrow's.

An evil smile crossed her face, and she kissed me--full on the lips. I was on fire, brain swimming with arousal. She backed away, holding my gaze like a snake charmer. Before I knew it, she was replaced with Amy, who also kissed me, her lips tasting of sweet fruit. Then came Talia, who slipped me a bit of tongue and left me with a wink. Stephanie actually straddled my lap and sat there with a smile, waiting for me to take the initiative. I did, enjoying the cotton candy lip gloss she had worn for the occasion. Emboldened, I reached down and gave her ass a playful squeeze--and she did the same to me.

Then, at last, came Elizabeth, looking flushed and nervous about her kiss. The other girls encouraged her, and she moved in close—but stopped at the last second, staring at me with those beautiful green eyes. Reassuring, I gently wrapped my arms around her and whispered in her ear, "It's okay if you don't want to kiss me, you've already given me a wonderful Valentine's Day."

Somehow that made up her mind, and Elizabeth grabbed hold of my face and furiously started frenching me. She was wild, her kisses impatient and inexperienced, but also incredibly passionate. Her enormous, bra-clad breasts squashed against my chest and she moaned into my mouth.

It was by far the hottest moment of the day. After all the visual stimulation of the last few minutes, the surprise of Elizabeth's passionate kissing practically pushed me over the edge. Then, as suddenly as she had started, she stopped. Pleased with herself, she backed away from me, sighing, "Happy Valentine's Day, Ian."

I gave them a standing ovation. Then, realizing they were all giggling at my outrageous erection, I changed it to a sitting ovation. Mission complete, the girls went downstairs and changed back into their party clothes. My poor penis was more confused than ever.

Later that night, I got Elizabeth alone for a minute and told her how surprised I was that she had gone along with everyone's plan. After all, she usually shied away from flaunting her body like the others. Her good mood suddenly soured. Without a word, she turned on her heel and made a beeline for the exit.

"Wait!" I chased after her, "What did I say?" She got in her car, but I made a point of blocking the driveway. My words had clearly hurt her for some reason and I was determined to make it better. Frustrated, Elizabeth got out of her car and started walking home in a huff.

"Don't leave!" I shouted. She stopped, took a deep breath, and turned angrily back towards me.

"I'm not some sickly sweet goody-good girl prude, you know," she pouted, "I want to act fun and sexy and stuff just as much as everyone else! I do have hormones, you know! I'm sick of all the girls always treating me like their super-innocent kid sister. It's bullshit! Steph and Corrine have barely gone further with a boy than I have and they still talk to me like a child because I don't dress like I'm in a rap video."

I took a step towards her, smirking, "Liz, I don't think you're a child. The angel who walked into that room earlier today with those beautiful big boobs of yours was ALL woman."

She blushed at my response, suddenly self-conscious about her little outburst. "It's nothing you said, it's just starting to really get on my nerves the way the other girls tease me. I'm sorry I took it out on you."

I held out my hand to lead her back to the party. "And I'm sorry I just assumed the other girls had to put you up to that fashion show. I should have known better when you started kissing me like that."

Elizabeth's cheeks turned an even deeper shade of pink. "I'd never French kissed a boy before, so I figured, what the hell? You've gotten pretty cute, and I knew it wasn't gonna go anywhere."

There was something about the way she said those final few words that crushed my spirits. She sounded so damned certain! She "knew" it wasn't gonna go anywhere? Why couldn't it go anywhere? What had started off as one of the hottest nights of my young life suddenly felt very cold.

A few weeks later I encountered what was, by far, the worst side-effect of my new social circle. I had spent the last several months fending off constant requests from every asshole in the school who wanted me to hook him up with one of my friends. Football players who had been tossing me in trash cans less than a year ago were suddenly buddying up to me, sometimes even trying to bribe me if I would help them nail a girl. I couldn't blame these guys for trying, but I refused to take part in their idiotic attempts at conquest with five people I legitimately cared about. Give a mouse a cookie, I figured. When one of the girls actually liked a guy, I'd always get out of their way, but my unilateral refusal to aid and abet utter douche bags didn't make me any friends.

Quite the opposite, unfortunately.

On my walk home from school, I was ambushed by no less than five guys on the football team whom I had refused to help out with the girls. The worst of the bunch was the team captain, Charles. Everyone in school knew he had raped a freshman girl over the summer, but she was too ashamed to ever admit it to the police. As far as I knew, his buddies had never gone quite that far, but they were backing him up which made them just as bad in my book.

I had hated all of them since elementary school. I'd even fantasize about somehow miraculously attaining Tony Jaa level ninja powers and beating the shit out of the whole group while my classmates cheered me on. But no matter how many times you see it in movies, one guy just can't hold his own against half a dozen.

At least I didn't make it easy on them. Charles went home with a black eye, and when one of his friends tried to grab me I stomped on the guy's hand and broke a finger. But nobody would say I won the fight. I spent the better part of a week in the hospital.

Still, karma got the better of my attackers in the end. One of Charles's genius friends had filmed the whole attack on his parent's camcorder, everyone's face on clear display. He then dubbed some copies of it for them all at the school's AV lab, not realizing that all my nerd friends ate lunch there. By the end of the next day, the police had a copy of that tape and my five assailants were going to jail for assault. I didn't have to do a thing.

My week in the hospital was made a bit less miserable by merit of having five hot girls as my best friends. There was an endless stream of cards and care packages, plenty of good company, and that one time Stephanie showed up after visiting hours...

I was due to leave the following morning, and feeling pretty decent aside from a few lingering aches and pains that were keeping me up at night. I had my own room thanks to a bit of lucky musical chairs with other patients being escorted around, which meant plenty of peace and quiet but also a fair amount of boredom.

I was just about to try for some sleep when the door opened and a nurse walked in to check on me. A nurse with golden ringlets and 34DD tits bulging under her scrubs.

Stephanie gave me a quick wave, stifling a giggle at my shocked expression. "I know you're kind of an insomniac, so I figured you must be bored out of your mind after we all go home. Figured I'd sneak in and pay you a visit."

She had bought a pair of scrubs from a local provider, and kept a straight face walking into the hospital--which was apparently all it took to make it past security.

"Wow," I stammered, "You really are a good actor."

She just smirked at the compliment (Steph always did have a bit of an ego) and quietly slipped under the covers with me, snuggling up nice and close. It wasn't the first time she and I had laid down together, but the fact that she was going so out of her way to be close to me this time made our snuggling a bit more intimate.

Sure, she was wearing scrubs--not exactly the sexy nurse costumes of yesteryear--but I still enjoyed the feel of her warm body stretched out against mine. And I was just wearing that damn hospital gown under the covers, allowing Stephanie to tenderly trail her fingers up my bare leg.

A week in the hospital also meant a week without jacking off or any kind of sexual relief, and her tender touch on my thigh was all it took to get my young penis throbbing hard. Her lips brushed my ear: "You know I feel really bad about what happened. We all do. If we'd been there, we would have backed you up. Helped even the odds, six on five."

I slid my hand up from her hip, beneath her scrubs, caressing her bare back. Looking her in the eyes, my words just slipped out:

"I love you guys."

Stephanie stiffened a bit at that, so I quickly clarified, "I don't mean, like, romantically. Honest truth is I don't exactly have, like, 'a crush' on any of you."

She let out a little sigh, somewhere between relieved and disappointed. "You know," she said, "We sometimes wonder about that amongst ourselves. Like, 'Is Ian head-over-heels for one of us and he's just too scared to admit it?' We feel bad about teasing you sometimes, worrying it might be hurting your feelings if you really were in love with one of us. We don't mean to lead you on or anything, it's just fun seeing your reactions."

"No, I've never felt like that," I assured her. "You're all just my friends, and I like that you're all just my friends. I don't know if I've ever gotten along so well with anybody. But I am a guy and you are all so unbelievably gorgeous, it can get confusing. At least for certain parts of me."

Stephanie laughed out loud, quickly cupping a hand over her mouth to block the sound, not wanting to give away her presence to any passing hospital staff.

"Does that make sense?" I asked.

"That actually makes a lot of sense," she answered, "You've really cleaned yourself up in the past year and I sometimes I look at you and I can't help but have, you know, certain... thoughts."

She snuggled up even tighter against me, head nuzzled to my shoulder and her hand continuing to drift absent mindedly up and down my bare thigh. From this position, my mouth was less than an inch from her neck and my breath made her shiver. "What kind of thoughts?" I asked.

"Just, you know, like rolling around with you on a big bed without any clothes on. Stuff like that. It's like you said, I don't like you as a boyfriend or anything. I've had crushes on plenty of guys, that's not what I mean I don't want you to freak out or anything. It's just confusing sometimes, like you said."

I gave her neck a gentle little kiss and she closed her eyes, clearly a bit nervous to be discussing this with me. Her hand slid up a daring few inches, grazing the bottom edge of my bare ass. I'm sure she could feel my erection in her hip. "Do you have those thoughts about me?" she asked.

I slid my hand down and full-on squeezed her ass, prompting a smile. She still didn't open her eyes. "Of course, Steph. All the time. It drives me crazy." I playfully nibbled the skin of her neck, which forced her to gasp.

"What about the other girls? You have those thoughts about them too?"

"What do you think?" I nibbled her ear.

"Mmmm... I think you fantasize about having a big porno orgy with all of us at the same time."

"Sometimes," I answered, "But the truth is, more often than not, I fantasize about being with you girls one-on-one. I admit I get totally turned on by everyone--Talia, Amy, Corrine, Elizabeth, YOU- " I groped her ass again, pulling her against my erection for emphasis. Stephanie sighed in pleasure.

I continued, "But most of my dreams are of hot, intimate sex between two people. I've never had even that, so I wouldn't even know where to start with a six-some."

"Me too," she whispered. "I don't want to lose my virginity to just some guy I don't even care about, but I get so horny I can't stand it sometimes. I don't know if I can wait for mister perfect. I mean, I've never even touched a real penis before."

Unconsciously, she was dry humping me beneath the covers. It was starting to get difficult for my brain to censor the inner monologue. "God, I wanna fuck you so bad right now, Steph. Is that weird?"

Her eyes shot open at my boldness. But she didn't pull away. Her skin was flushed with desire. "I want that too, but... I don't know..."

I nodded, trying to get myself under control--then she dropped a bombshell on me: "Maybe just not SEX. Let's do other stuff."

Sounded good to me.

Stephanie and I kissed ferociously, filled with hot desire. I dove my hands beneath the waistband of her underwear, madly groping her bubbly bare ass. She immediately reached straight for my hard on, easily accessible through the hospital gown, gripping me a bit hard at first, but then relaxing her hand into soft, explorative strokes. I was in heaven.

Impatient, I released one of Steph's fine buttcheeks and unclasped her bra (it was easy, thanks to Corrine's tutoring). I reached up under her dangling bra cups and squeezed those huge delectable melons, instinctively thumbing her nipples. I had gotten this far with other girls before, but none of them had tits anywhere near as spectacular as Stephanie's. Those things felt incredible in my hands: warm, heavy, and unbelievably soft. Her pert nipples burned into my palms.

Stephanie moaned in pure ecstasy, wrenching her mouth away from mine just long enough to desperately whisper, "Put your fingers in me."

Not needing another invitation, I released her right breast and stabbed my hand down into her underpants, playfully slipping my fingers across the outside of her warm wetness.

"Mmm--mm! Inside!" she demanded, letting go of my cock long enough to aggressively yank off her shirt and cast aside her bra. No longer concerned with being caught, Stephanie rolled on top of me, her glorious, naked tits fully revealed above the covers.

Her right breast swung loose and unfettered, an inch above my lips. I craned my neck and Stephanie crushed her chest down to my face, smothering me with her huge tit as I scraped my tongue across her nipple.

She let out a gasp, and started rubbing my cock with wild abandon. I took that as my cue to finally insert a pair of fingers inside her tight warmth, my thumb instinctively playing with her clit. We went at it like we were trying to win a race or something, our hands a blur between each other's legs—

That was all it took. We were young, and excited, and it was our first time having another person touch us like that. Stephanie went off like a firecracker, the sound of her orgasmic moans bringing me over the edge as I blasted spurt after spurt; a week's worth of spunk into her hand, never prying my lips from her tit.

Finally we calmed down, and she gingerly removed her breast from my overactive mouth, explaining that it was starting to get a little raw.

Outside, we heard the sound of hospital staff approaching, no doubt in response to Stephanie's screams. In a panic, she hurriedly slipped her top back on and gave me a quick kiss goodbye.

She was gone by the time the real nurses arrived. I made a show of how they had "woken me up" and they quickly left me in peace.

In the darkness of my hospital room, I suddenly felt very alone. I desperately wanted Stephanie to come back so we could talk about what had happened, but she never did. In fact, I didn't see her again until I was back at school. Was she ashamed? Was she okay? As I tried to calm down and go to sleep, my mind reeled at the ramifications of what Stephanie and I had done:

Would Stephanie and I have to start dating now? No, she had made it clear that she felt the same way I did--sexually frustrated but not romantically interested. Would the other girls get mad when they found out what we'd done? Or worse, jealous? I knew none of the other girls were interested in me, but chicks can be weird when one of them does something the others haven't. And if they are jealous, what does that mean for us all as friends? Predictably, I briefly entertained the idea that all the other girls would be jealous, and that they would all take turns screwing my brains out in increasingly absurd ways to even the score. Then a final thought entered my head: What if Stephanie doesn't tell anyone? Do I have to keep this a secret?




Bosom Buddies Ch. 01



Half worried, half psyched at what the future might hold, I found it impossible to sleep that night.

(To be continued)



Bosom Buddies Ch. 02



(Author's note: Everyone in this story is at least 18 years old)

(Another shout-out to ErikaKane for her help editing the story to make it more reader-friendly, thanks!)

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Turned out my last thought had proven correct: Stephanie kept our little dalliance a secret from everyone, even her BFF, Elizabeth. Was it shame? Or was she just concerned about upsetting the apple cart? In any case, much as I wanted us to, Steph and I didn't have the lust-filled reunion I had hoped for after I got out of the hospital. It drove me nuts.

We had been so completely comfortable with each other for so long, it was a shock to see the anxiety on Stephanie's face when I returned to school. The other girls even noticed something was up with her, but she just made something up about being nervous for an upcoming test. The whole situation was starting to freak me out.

Worst of all, there was nobody I could talk to. If Stephanie hadn't told the others about what happened, that meant she didn't want them to know -- and I wasn't about to break her trust.

Listen, I know what you're thinking: "Why didn't you just text her?" Well, kiddies, this all happened in an ancient, long ago time called the "nineties," and back then nobody but drug lords and stock brokers had cell phones.

When I got home, I did my best to focus on all my makeup work, but it was hard to think about anything else than Stephanie. I was so hungry to play around with her beautiful naked body, I thought I was gonna have an aneurism--but at the same time I was desperate to fix a problem I feared could ruin the perfect group dynamic between my friends and I.

I phoned Steph after my family had gone to bed, but the call went to the answering machine, and I couldn't exactly leave a midnight message of "Hey, Steph, it's Ian. When you get this, could you call me back so we can discuss that time we fooled around after you illegally broke into my hospital room?" I hung up and suffered through another unsuccessful night of attempted sleep.

The next day, I took out my frustrations with exercise, putting everything I had into my after-school run with Amy. I was punishing myself to the limit, especially considering how recently I had been let out of the hospital. Amy didn't say anything, she just upped her own pace to match mine and we ran in silence.

I was a mess of feelings. Fears about my friendship with Steph, insecurities about my first sexual experience, and an unrelenting, unbearable state of arousal. Every time I stopped to think, my head overloaded with memories of Stephanie. Her orgasmic moans, her soft fingers on my hardness, her buttocks in my hands...

At the end of our runs, Amy and I would race to the finish. Without fail, I would always fall behind my beautiful friend. No matter how hard I tried, Amy was always the better athlete and she would always outrun me.

That race started like any other. Amy pulled ahead of me, as always. And my eyes locked onto the incredibly toned ass in those tight cotton shorts, as always. I had fantasized about that ass constantly for the better part of a year, but on that day I was so frustrated, so insecure, so goddamn horny that I couldn't stand it. I was filled with the sudden impulse to tackle Amy to the grass and tear those shorts off with my bare hands. I wanted to hold her down and bury my face between her legs, licking and teasing her into a state of absolute bliss while my hands grabbed onto the amazing ass she had tormented me with for so long.

She would scream in pleasure, begging me to make her cum, oblivious to all the other people gathered around, watching in stunned surprise. She'd slide her hands up under her sports bra and aggressively tug at her own nipples in an attempt to bring herself to the orgasm I denied her. She would shout out every known obscenity, bucking her hips against my face, slathering my cheeks with her hot juices. Her red hair would toss back and forth like wild fire--

FUCK! She's your friend! You're JUST friends! What is wrong with you, Ian? Why does everything have to be about sex?

I ran as hard as I could. Ran until I was cold and my legs felt numb. For the first time, I actually outran Amy; put her behind me just so I wouldn't have to see her ass anymore. By the time we reached the end of our run it hurt to breathe. I collapsed onto my back and let the sky above spin in my vision. Amy caught up a few seconds later, positively shocked--maybe even a little angry she lost.

"What is up with you today?" she panted, flopping to the grass beside me.

I couldn't have told her even if I wanted to. I was fighting just to get air in my lungs, so talking was out of the question. She pulled her knee up into a stretch that accentuated that goddamn motherfucking perfect ass of hers. She thought for a moment, then asked, "You got blue-balls or something? No chance to rub one out in the hospital?"

"You have no idea," I managed.

"Come on, up," Amy ordered, socking me in the shoulder, "I've got something to show you."

Amy's house was just up the block, but my legs still barely made it there after that run. Amy lived alone with her police officer dad, and he was on duty that evening, so we had the place entirely to ourselves. She led me inside her smallish bedroom, adorned with macho action movie posters, a litany of athletic trophies, and a frilly pink bed. The girl really lived the contradiction.

Amy ducked beneath her girlish bed and pulled out an old VHS of The Little Mermaid.

"Why is that under your bed?" I asked.

"Because it's not a Disney movie," she answered naughtily. She slid the tape out of its case and I saw that it was actually labeled Cum-Drenched Wet Fucking 5 or something. I don't remember exactly. I just remember thinking it was hilarious that the franchise was popular enough to merit a fourth sequel.

Amy pushed the tape in her VCR, explaining, "I know girls aren't supposed to be into these, but I call bullshit. My theory is it's because so many of the guys in porn are gross looking, I don't know. You just have to know what to look for."

She fast-forwarded through the opening credits until a handsome stud with a six pack walked onscreen and robotically announced to nobody in particular, "Oh crap I am late," and ran out the door.

"You see that guy?" Amy asked, "HE is the reason I stole this from my dad. I've watched this one like a thousand times. I showed it to all the other girls and they all got off watching it."

I swallowed at the implications of what she'd just said. "So, you lent it to them and they told you they liked it?" I asked.

Amy fast-forwarded through another boring part as she answered, "No, they were all here for a sleepover. We were crashing on the living room floor in our PJs and I put the tape in to prove to everyone that porn could be hot for girls too. Sure enough, everyone started getting really turned on, until Talia finally crawled under her blanket to cover up--and announced that she was so horny she was just gonna get herself off and would everybody just please not look."

My mouth went dry, and it wasn't from the run. Amy hit play just as an actress with huge fake tits began tugging the guy's jeans down to reveal his monster of a cock. Amy sighed in arousal, "Some girls could care less what a guy's thing looks like, or how big he is, but for me it's the most important part. Like how boobs are, for you."

The woman in the video worked that beast of an erection into her mouth, but I just wanted to hear more about what happened at Amy's sleepover--

"So, Talia fingered herself in front of everyone?"

"No, it wasn't like that. She had the blanket on, we could barely even see her hand moving. It was a little weird at first, but she was real quiet so I just to ignored her and watched my movie. What do I wanna see Talia getting off for, anyway? But then Corrine was like, 'What the hell,' and crawled under her little blanket and started touching herself, too."

On the TV, the guy leaned down and began softly licking the girl's pussy.

"Ooh, okay, this is the good part. Get under the covers with me." Amy insisted, and crawled into her bed.

My mind suddenly connected my current situation with Amy's story.

"You mean, you want me to--"

"Like I said, the rest of us all got off watching this movie together. It would be wrong for you to be left out of the club. Now get under the covers so it won't be weird."

I obeyed, feeling her slender hip against mine as I slid into bed. On the TV, the guy rolled the girl onto her stomach and slowly entered her from behind, building speed until her ass was slapping against his pelvis with each hard thrust.

I detected motion beneath our blanket as Amy's fingers slowly worked away at her clit. Emboldened by her example, my hand slipped beneath my waistband and grabbed hold of my erection. "Then what happened?" I asked.

"At that point, it would have been more uncomfortable if the rest of us had just sat there watching the two of them. So Stephanie, and me, and even Elizabeth pulled up our blankets and started rubbing ourselves, too. It wasn't too awkward--we were all watching the guy in the movie, not each other. It was actually kind of fun, like a group activity, you know?"

I couldn't help but picture the five of them, spread out across the living room carpet, frantically frigging themselves beneath those blankets.

Beside me, Amy let out a little moan that snapped me back to reality. I studied her beautiful face as she bit her lip in self-induced pleasure. My rigid cock throbbed in my hand.

On the TV, the actors repositioned so that the girl was riding her man reverse cowgirl, fake tits bouncing wildly as she impaled herself again and again on his gargantuan phallus.

"Who came first?" I whispered.

Amy's voice was turning breathy and ragged with arousal: "Mmm--Stephanie did. She made kind of a little whimper then went still. Talia was next. She made this adorable meowing sound when she came."

The porn actors built towards their climax; the guy feverishly groping the girl's enormous gravity-defying breasts as she urged him on. Amy sped up the hand on her clit, panting with pleasure. My jaw clenched tight. "Then who?"

"Ohhh... then Corrine. Then Elizabeth."

On screen, the guy dove his hand down and violently rubbed at his costar's clit while she bounced up and down along the whole length of his cock--

I kept focused on Amy's enraptured face; on the mounting ecstasy written across her lovely features. I timed my own strokes with the frantic sloshing sounds coming from her hand.

"Then what happened?"

Amy's head rolled back and her mouth dropped open as she sucked in huge, desperate mouthfuls of air. She was so close--

"You're about--to see--for yourself..." Her breathing changed into sexy little squeaks as she reached the point of no return. I felt my own climax rushing towards me--

In the video, the big-titted porn actress finally convulsed in orgasm, her hips writhing uncontrollably as she stirred her lover's giant cock around inside of her.

"Ah!" Amy panted, "Ah, FUCK YEAH!" She reflexively grabbed my thigh with her free hand and the whole bed shuddered as she went into overdrive on herself. "Cum!" she shouted, "Hurry!"

In the movie, the guy pulled out and jammed his monster between those big fake tits, using the girl's own juices for lubrication as he pounded away at her cleavage--

I burst, right next to Amy, moaning loudly as cum splattered across my belly. The sight of my climax pushed her over the edge as well, and I watched as her nimble athletic body twisted and contorted in orgasm. She kept rubbing herself for a whole three minutes, cumming several times in quick succession. Her other hand clamped down painfully on my thigh until she was through.

We lay there for a long while afterwards, catching our breath.

"That was so hot," she panted.

"So hot," I agreed.

"Good workout," she added.

"GREAT workout," I corrected.

She gestured to the box of Kleenex on her nightstand and I cleaned up. Then she asked me to close my eyes while she got out of bed and changed into something a little less "sticky." I promised to be a gentleman, but given the situation I had no intention of keeping my word.

Through half-lidded eyes, I watched as Amy hopped out of bed and slid those tight little cotton shorts down off her hips, revealing her unbelievable naked butt to me for the first time. Smooth, tight, perfectly rounded, flaring out enticingly from her tiny waist. I grunted as the sight brought one final spurt of cum from my dick.

Amy pretended not to notice. She slid on a pair of simple cotton briefs from her dresser and then, keeping her back to me, pulled off her sports bra, massaging her full breasts back into their natural, comfortable shape. I silently prayed she would turn around and show me all the goods, but Amy tugged a top on over her braless tits and that was it for the nudity.

The next day, Amy told the others that I was now a member of "the club," having watched her stolen porno and gotten off while a friend was in the room with me. Talia and Corrine cheered me for this "momentous achievement," but Elizabeth turned deep red when Amy brought up her involvement. Stephanie didn't say anything at all.

My masturbation session with Amy had been a great way to end an afternoon, but it obviously hadn't fixed my situation with Stephanie. For the rest of the week, Steph avoided my every attempt at a private conversation and barely acknowledged me.

I didn't get a chance to confront her until Friday. Elizabeth, Steph's usual walking-home buddy, was busy, meaning Stephanie would be hoofing it all alone. I offered to walk with her and there was no way she could turn me down without arousing suspicions from the other girls.

For about half the walk, neither of us spoke. I finally couldn't stand it anymore, so I broke the silence:

"Stephanie, whatever you're worrying about regarding me--please stop. I didn't realize what happened the other night would upset you so much."

"It didn't upset me!" she shouted. But she was shouting out of frustration, not anger. She calmed herself and continued, "I don't know what we're supposed to do now and it freaks me out. I don't know what you think of me for doing that with you, what you expect from me, what we're supposed to tell everyone else--I haven't even told Elizabeth about that night! Do you realize that? I'm the worst best friend ever; she and I talk about everything!"

"Well then, we all need to communicate, Steph," I sighed. "We need to figure that stuff out or things'll keep being awkward, because I don't think either of us is just gonna forget about what happened. I know I'm not. Hell, I still have mental images of you from that night painted on the inside of my eyelids when I try to sleep."

She blushed a bit, then faintly whispered, "Do you think I'm a slut?"

"No!" I pulled her into a reassuring hug, "Honey, you're still a virgin! How could anyone think you're a slut?"

"But... Do you think Elizabeth will think I'm a slut?"

So that was what this was all about. Steph wasn't worried about me, she was worried she had ruined her relationship with her sweet and innocent best friend. I met Steph's eyes--

"No. Not at all. And I think you'd be surprised about how open-minded Elizabeth is about sex. I think everyone would be. She's not the little girl people think she is. I mean, come on, she actually got herself off in front of the rest of you."

Stephanie dismissed my comment, "That doesn't count. She doesn't have to reach outside her comfort zone around other girls. But she's terrified of boys, Ian. Liz has never even let a boy feel her boobs."

"That doesn't mean she doesn't want to."

Stephanie sighed, "If she wanted to, then it would have happened. It's not really that difficult when you've got a pair like these. You walk up to any boy in the world and say, 'Hey, feel my boobs.' Done."

"Come on Steph, that's not the point. Liz is gonna take things at her own pace, but she doesn't expect you to do the same. She cares more for you than she cares about anything else in the world. She has since you were both babies. You being a tiny bit more sexually experienced than her is not gonna ruin that!"

Stephanie nodded, knowing I was right. It was as if a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She apologized for treating me strangely the past few days, but I was so relieved to learn she didn't hate me I had already forgiven her.

We walked the rest of the way home in much better spirits, finally discussing what had happened. Yes, she really had an orgasm that night. No, she wasn't jealous about my afternoon jerking off beside Amy. And, most importantly, yes she wanted to keep experimenting with me. That more or less made my year.

We talked about what had felt the best, and what we might like to try in the future. We both agreed that we would have to stop fooling around if either of us got into a relationship, but for now we were both single and there seemed no real harm in it. We would be fuck buddies that never actually fucked.

We reached her front door, I waved hello to Stephanie's mom, and headed home on cloud nine.

Things got better from there. My mom mentioned that she and my dad had to head out of town for a last minute work thing, and I would have the house to myself all weekend. I immediately called Staphanie to tell her the good news.

"We can be alone together for two whole days!"

I heard her chuckle at my enthusiasm. "Ian, it's going to be a hundred degrees out tomorrow and you're the only one with a pool. I think it would be cruel if you didn't invite everyone over."

She must have psychically sensed how much that disappointed me, because she quickly added, "Don't worry, I will make sure to stay later than everybody else so we can hang out, just the two of us."

I had to admit, having all those girls over for an un-chaperoned pool party wasn't exactly the worst idea ever.

The next day was just as scorching as Stephanie had predicted. All five girls arrived promptly at my empty house carrying beach towels. Talia had brought enough beer for everyone, and Elizabeth had brought supplies for s'mores after the sun went down. I offered some sliced watermelon to my beautiful guests, but with the awful heat nobody wanted to wait a second longer before hopping in the pool.

Elizabeth peeled off her shirt first, her prodigious breasts proudly supported within a dark scarlet bikini top. The contrast of the dark fabric against the pale swell of her exposed cleavage was nothing short of eye-popping. Her bottoms, on the other hand, were somewhat modest board shorts. Every girl has a part of her body she thinks is ugly, even supermodels, and world-class beauty Elizabeth didn't like people looking at her sensual, Botticelli hips.

Talia had chosen to wear what appeared to be a relatively plain teal green one piece. I say "appeared to be," because as soon as Talia got that suit wet it turned thin as tissue paper, clinging and stretching across her every curve. Her C-cup breasts got no support whatsoever from the fabric, swaying weightless in the water just as nature intended. Best of all, the wet material was practically see-through.

I stared so hard at her I dinged my shin on the patio table. "I think he likes your choice of swimsuit," Amy laughed from behind me. She peeled off her clothes to reveal her rather utilitarian swim team one-piece and dove in.

"You're such a showoff, Tal," Steph chided, tugging a yellow sundress over her head to reveal a very brief black bikini with a tie in the back that did almost nothing to support her huge breasts. Hypocrite. Steph strutted past me, making sure not to get in the water until she was damn sure I had taken in every inch of her hotness. Perhaps most exciting was how her eyes met mine for a fleeting moment, a private acknowledgement of what she and I would be doing later that night.




Bosom Buddies Ch. 02



The four of them started splashing around in the water, finally relieved from the punishing heat. I looked around for Corrine, but she must have still been in the house, changing. Just as I was about to descend into the blessed cool water amongst the four frolicking nymphs, Talia asked me to be a dear and fetch her a beer.

Not wanting to waste another second out in the heat and away from my girls, I charged into the house, raced to the kitchen--

Where I found Corrine standing at the sink, filling a large juice pitcher with ice water. For some reason I felt emboldened enough to give her a friendly little smack on the ass as I made my way to the fridge. She jumped at the impact, more surprised than hurt. My recent experiences with Steph and Amy had started a sea change in my confidence level, and Corrine was taking notice. Even a few weeks ago, I would have been too timid to go for something as harmless as that pat on her bum.

"You thirsty?" I asked.

"No," Corrine replied, dropping her towel, "Just hot."

Beneath the towel she was wearing a costume I had picked out for her the previous summer for my horror film. A skimpy, powder blue bikini that revealed nearly as much of her tanned skin as the microscopic cave girl outfit she had warn for me on Valentine's Day. It looked even better on her amazing body than I remembered (but then, every day I saw Corrine she looked better than I remembered).

Keeping eye contact with me the whole time, Corrine poured out the whole pitcher of ice water onto herself. She gasped as it splashed across her breasts, disappeared down her cleavage, and dripped down her legs. The sunlight streaming through the kitchen windows reflected off each droplet of water clinging to her skin, making her appear to sparkle before my eyes. "Oh fuck that's cold but I feel so much better," she laughed.

I didn't bother trying to disguise where my eyes were pointed. "I do have a pool, you know."

She grinned impishly in response. "But your pool's not ice cold."

I adjusted my thickening cock through my suit and hurried after her.

We all horsed around in the water for a few hours, then Talia announced that she wanted me to give her a piggy back ride to the deep end and back. We all knew it was a thinly veiled excuse for her to tease me by squishing her tits against my back, but I was having too much fun to risk calling her on it. She climbed aboard and rested those magical orbs across my shoulder blades, a whiff of fabric the only thing between me and her sexy wet body. My hands gripped her firm thighs and I raced around the pool as fast as I could, listening to Talia's delighted shrieks of laughter. Her suit was so thin I distinctly felt her perky nipples rubbing across my back as we went.

Perhaps a tad jealous, the others insisted I give them all turns as well, a task which I was only too happy to accept. I got harder and harder each time I had a new pair of thighs in my hands and a new pair of tits against my back. Thanks to the buoyancy of the water, I was even able to effortlessly give a piggy back ride to Corrine despite her being as tall as I was. When Corrine's soft tits splashed across my shoulders I smirked, realizing that they were each practically as big as my head.

Dinner time rolled around, and I started up the BBQ for some hot dogs and hamburgers. Despite spending all afternoon in cool water, I was sporting a massive tent in my swimsuit when all the girls climbed out of the pool, trailing water from their glistening skin. Talia was a special treat in her mostly-transparent suit. No longer distorted beneath the water, her body was on full display. The barely-there material creased invitingly between her pert buttocks and stretched in such a way that it even clung to the undersides of her swaying breasts. It had more in common with a wet t-shirt than a functioning swimsuit. The only part of her not completely visible through the fabric was her crotch, where the suit seemed to be reinforced by actual material.  

When she walked up to the BBQ to receive her burger, I was openly gawking at her figure. She glanced down at the shape of my shorts and proudly observed, "I take it you like my swimsuit."

I could hear the other girls giggling, so I quickly shot back, "I take it you like my swimsuit too, Tal. Otherwise you wouldn't have noticed."

She turned red and hurried back to the patio table. I sat down to join them, happily adding, "I like ALL you girls' suits. You know why? Because I have THESE." I pointed at my eyeballs and everyone broke out laughing.

"It's not fair, you know," Stephanie said, "When a girl puts on a swimsuit everyone can see exactly what she has. If you're self-conscious about your tummy, or your boobs, or your butt, or whatever--there's nothing you can wear to hide it. Guys just wear big baggy shorts and there's no way to know what he's packing."

"Trust me girls," I said, "None of you has anything to be self-conscious about. You're the five most beautiful women on earth and you all know it."

I got a shower of boos in response. "That's not the point!" Corrine laughed, "The point is, it's not fair. You get to see us, but we don't get to see you! Even when you're hard it still just looks like a tent."

"Are you saying you want me to wear a speedo or something? Because no thanks."

Talia pulled the foot-long hot dog off Corrine's plate and held it up to me, mischievous, "Here's how we make it fair: You point out on this hot dog how big your thing is. But you have to tell the truth!"

The others cheered, and, giving into peer pressure, I did my honest best to point out the length of my dick on the piece of food--somewhere around seven inches. A bit larger than average, if the online statistics I'd read were telling the truth. The girls nodded in approval.

"I think that'd do the trick," Amy laughed.

Corrine took the hotdog back from Talia and gave it a long, slow lick. "Mmmm, fuck I love hotdogs" she moaned and we all cracked up.

Elizabeth leaned forward in her chair, curious. "Have you ever done that before?" she asked, "Like, with a guy?"

Corrine blushed, prompting oohs from the rest of us. We all pressed her for details, and after a few beers she finally relented.

"Okay, fine! I went out with this college guy a few weeks ago, right? He was really, really hot; taller than me, which is always a plus. He had those big, big muscles, you know? Like the yummy ones you just wanna lick? Wasn't exactly relationship material, but I was dying to make out with him and maybe let him take off my top so I could feel those muscles against my skin."

I mentally frowned, knowing it would never be me who turned her on like that. I had a fair bit of muscle definition, thanks to Amy's coaching, but I'd never have the kind of body Corrine was describing. I didn't have the proper genetic materials or the patience to spend thirty hours a week at the gym.

"Anyway, we were going for a night walk on the beach, just the two of us. No moon, so I could hardly see anything. There was just me, him, the stars, and the sound of the ocean. I had my arm under his jacket, where I could feel his back muscles through his t-shirt. He didn't make a move, so I tried tickling him a little bit -- hint, hint, right?

"He took total control of me, pulling me to the ground, kissing and pawing at me like a wild animal. There's not a lot of guys who make me feel dominated when we make out, but this guy was good. He grunted that he wanted to see my tits, so I pulled off my shirt and arched my back, sticking these big ol' boobies right up in his face."

To demonstrate, Corrine stuck out her chest, presenting those bikini-clad mountains to my hungry eyes.

"Then I took off his shirt and man-oh-man was he cut. I made a game of tracing my tongue along all the grooves between his muscles. He pulled down my bra and sucked on my nipples so hard I got hickeys the next day. We rolled around in the sand and made out for HOURS; it was everything I wanted it to be."

Corrine closed her eyes, holding onto the memory for a moment. Then she sighed and continued in a much more matter-of-fact tone of voice:

"We made out until he basically said, 'This is it?' He made me feel really stupid for not going down on him. Anyway, I figured, I'm 18, it's about time I do this. So I unzipped his jeans and pulled them all the way down. Then I snuck my fingers up the leg of his boxers and felt his thing--"

"Big?" Amy interrupted.

"Perfect size," Corrine answered, "Same as Ian's, assuming he was telling the truth about the hotdog."

I blushed as I felt everyone's eyes on me. Corrine went back to her story:

"He was already hard as a rock. I was nervous, so stroked him a few times while I got up the guts to go for it, then I pulled down his underwear and stared at his erection. It was kinda hard to see in the dark, even right in front of my face like that, but somehow that made everything even hotter. I put my hands on his hips and licked my way down that muscular line--you know, that sexy line some guys have on their pelvis? That line that, like, points down to their penis? At that point, that was the absolute furthest I had ever gone with a boy."

"How was it?" Talia asked.

Corrine took another sip of her beer for courage. "Not good. I had no idea what I was doing! I tried kissing it, then licking the main part, then licking the tip. I mean, I was having fun, but after a few minutes he got impatient with me for 'doing it wrong.' He told me I sucked at sucking and pulled his pants back up and that was it."

I literally could not believe it. I called bullshit on her story but she insisted that was what had happened until I finally just accepted it. She tried to play it off like no big deal but she had clearly been hurt by that guy's behavior. Who the hell would turn down a blow-job from Corrine? What a loser! I guess it takes all sorts. Some people are turned on by farm animals.

"I bet Ian would be happy to give you some pointers," Amy chided.

I gave them all a smile, "Yeah, it's gonna be my new start-up business. But I don't come cheap."

The rest of dinner went down easy, with a lot of laughing, drinking, and good times.

After a while, I realized Amy was starting to get annoyed that I wasn't ogling her quite as much as the other four girls in their skimpier swimsuits. I hadn't intended it that way, of course, but there's no getting away from the fact that swim team suits just aren't designed to turn heads.

"I say we all go skinny dipping," she stated bluntly. Everyone else went suddenly quiet. I felt my heart jump up into my throat. I wasn't exactly ashamed of how I looked naked after a year of working out, but I would be lying if I said the concept wasn't intimidating.

The girls seemed at odds with how to proceed: "I think that sounds fun," Talia added, though with her swimsuit it wouldn't really have been much of a change. Corrine was clearly in need of some reassuring ogling after reliving her humiliating date for us, because she said she'd be game as well.

Elizabeth remained silent, not wanting to be teased but clearly a little bit uncomfortable.

"Come on," Corrine encouraged her, "We lay out naked around each other all the time."

"But not around Ian!" Stephanie insisted, coming to Elizabeth's defense.

"Ian's one of us," Amy teased, "We're all just friends, right? We should be comfortable around each other."

"How about just some of us go skinny-dipping?" Talia suggested.

"No," Amy insisted, "That's not how it works. Either we all do it, or none of us do it. Otherwise it's not fair."

Amy was usually a great friend, but when she got it in her mind to be competitive about something she could be ruthless.

Stephanie put a protective arm around her BFF and stood firm, "Elizabeth doesn't want to."

Nobody besides me noticed, but Elizabeth's eyes shot daggers at Stephanie. Her words from Valentine's Day months earlier echoed in my head:

"I'm sick of all the girls always treating me like their super-innocent kid sister. It's bullshit!"

Even if Elizabeth didn't want to go along with the skinny dipping, she was far more upset by the fact that Stephanie was making the decision for her. Our fun day in the sun was getting a little tense. Everyone turned to the only person who had yet to enter the discussion--me.

I weighed my options: if I sided with Amy, then I'd get the pleasure of checking out all my sexy friends in the buff--a tempting offer. But Elizabeth might feel like I was pushing her into a corner. If I vetoed the idea, on the other hand, it would frustrate the more adventurous girls and, even worse, might confirm Elizabeth's fear that I still saw her as an innocent little kid the way Stephanie clearly did. I knew full well how much it sucked for people you liked and respected not to take you seriously as a sexual creature and I refused to do that to her.

I needed a third option, where I wouldn't be the bad guy. I shot for the path of least resistance:

"I have a better idea, let's play Truth or Dare."

Amy made some crack about how it would be more than a little one-sided to play that game with five girls and one guy, but I could tell that everyone else was happy to have a less-intimidating alternative to getting naked. Best of all, Elizabeth wouldn't feel like I thought of her as a little kid.

With the sun starting to set and our skin starting to crinkle, the six of us decided to move the proceedings inside. Elizabeth took me aside and whispered, "Thank you for that. I want you to know, it's not that I didn't want you to see me naked. I trust you. I just didn't want the other girls to make a big deal and tease me about it." She gave me a peck on the cheek--all the reward I needed.

Everyone lounged around the living room. I did my best not to stare at the towels the girls had halfheartedly tied above their breasts, slipping low enough to expose acres of glistening wet cleavage. Though my imagination was running wild with fantasy outcomes for the situation, I reminded myself that such thoughts were absurd and that this was just going to be a silly game between friends.

Stephanie demanded to go first and called out Elizabeth: "Truth or Dare?"

"Dare." Elizabeth shot at her, the look in her eyes clearly begging for something wild that would shut Amy up.

"I dare you... to give Ian a hug."

Elizabeth deflated at the lame request. Fed up with her BFF's patronizing attempts to protect her, Liz's eyes went ice cold. It was the same look I was accustomed to seeing in guys' eyes right before they'd start throwing punches. She walked over to me and gave me a quick hug to fulfill her dare, then immediately turned back to Stephanie: "Truth or Dare?"

Stephanie hesitated, caught off-guard by the impatience in Elizabeth's voice. "Um, dare?"

"You and I have exactly the same bra size, so let's switch bikini tops. In front of Ian."

Blinking in disbelief, Stephanie followed Elizabeth over to where I was sitting. Elizabeth dropped her towel and stunned everyone by pulling my face into her bikini-clad cleavage. For a brief moment, I was in pure Heaven, drowning between those soft tits. But as awesome as the sensation was, I knew she wasn't doing it for me. Liz was doing it to make a point to everyone else that she wasn't to be treated like a little girl anymore. Stephanie smiled, finally getting it.

She followed Elizabeth's example and dropped her own towel, leaving me face to face with two bikinis stretching across two matching pairs of 34DD breasts. Shivering with nervousness, Stephanie reached back to untie her skimpy black top--

But Elizabeth caught her hand, flatly explaining "No, we'll undress each other. He'll like it better that way."

I watched in stunned silence as Elizabeth pulled loose the tie on Steph's black bikini and let the garment drop forward, exposing the glorious pink melons I had been missing ever since I got out of the hospital. I had only briefly glimpsed these breasts before, but here they were for me to stare at; to lust after. They looked warm and succulent, with very faint nipples--so faint they almost blended in against the rosy shade of Stephanie's skin. They were close enough to reach out and suckle, but I wasn't about to do that in front of all our friends.

Then Elizabeth turned her back to me, encouraging Stephanie to unsnap her scarlet bikini top. It slipped it away, letting the sides of Elizabeth's swelling breasts spill into view. Liz turned to face me, draping an arm across her boobs to cover up and extend my agony.

Satisfied that I was about to lose it, Elizabeth raised her arm away and let her ample bosom swing back and forth, fully exposed for my viewing pleasure. Without the sturdy cups that Liz typically used for support, her full, heavy breasts looked even larger than I had imagined. A red flush of excitement shaded her fair skin, trailing from her cheeks, down her neck, to the tops of her 34DDs. Two thick, burgundy nipples poked out like gumdrops.

Talia teasingly called out, "I think he likes what he sees."

Yeah, you could say that. For an encore, Elizabeth grabbed Stephanie by the shoulders and pulled her close, mushing their bare boobs together in a thunderclap of flesh.

"Whoa." The word escaped my mouth completely unbidden. The great pyramids at Giza could go fuck themselves, I had just witnessed the TRUE wonders of the world.

To my dismay, the girls then covered up with each other's tops and returned to their seats. But Elizabeth didn't put her towel back on, choosing instead to show off how she looked in Stephanie's skimpy black tie-on. I had a feeling her days of being labeled the "innocent one" were securely behind her.

When she had finally recovered from the ordeal, Stephanie realized it was her turn to call someone out: "Talia, Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

"Have you ever gotten yourself off while fantasizing about Ian?"

Everyone "oohed" scandalously. The usually confident Talia looked at me, then down at her toes, blushing. The suspense was killing me. "Yeah," she finally muttered, "Sometimes, I guess."

Corrine let out a cheesy howl at Talia's confession. Talia rolled her eyes, "Right, like I'm the only one."

Amy teased, her sing-song voice chanting "Talia loves Ian... Talia loves Ian..."

Talia called Amy out in retaliation: "Truth or Dare."

"Truth."

"Describe, in detail, the horniest you've ever been."

As the most sexually experienced girl in the group, Amy was all too happy to brag.

"Well," she began, "a few months ago, this college guy Mike took me to a concert--which was awesome, by the way--and on the way home there was this crazy traffic jam. Like, full-on, freeway-became-a-parking-lot traffic jam.

"We had been grinding against each other all night, and we were both anxious to get to his dorm room and get busy, but we weren't going anywhere anytime soon. Mike started talking dirty to me, telling me all the sexy things he was gonna do to me once he got me back to his dorm room. How he was gonna go down on me for hours and give me pleasure like I'd never imagined. How he was gonna tie me up and force me to worship his cock with my mouth and then cum all over my tits. Typical horny guy stuff, but I was already so hot I couldn't handle it. It was like he had turned on a faucet between my legs, I'm telling you. I grabbed the gear shift and slid it into park. We weren't moving, and I NEEDED some.

"We started making out in full view of everyone else on the road: him squeezing my boobs, and me rubbing his crotch through his pants. He got impatient and fished out his erection, and I immediately started sucking on it. God, he had a beautiful cock. It was long, and curved like a boomerang, with lots of little ridges for me to play with. Knowing that everyone passing by could see what I was doing lit a fire under me."




Bosom Buddies Ch. 02



I glanced around the room--all the other girls seemed as turned on as I was.

"After a couple minutes, Mike lifted my mouth off of him and pulled me onto his lap. He reached up under my miniskirt, pulled my thong aside, and he just slipped right into me. I've never been so wet in my life. His big, curved, dick went all the way inside me in one try. So easy, I couldn't believe it. I started bouncing up and down on him, right there in the traffic jam. The curve of that thing felt incredible, stretching me out in all different ways with every thrust.

"I looked out the window and saw that everyone in every car around us was watching me bounce on his pole. In one car I spotted these two totally cute guys who were clearly beating themselves off while they looked at me. The hotter those guys got, the hotter I got, so I decided I'd give them even more of a show. I twisted at the waist so I was facing them, then I pulled my dress down off my shoulders and pressed my boobs up against the cold car window."

Amy shivered as she told the story. Her thighs rubbed together beneath her towel.

"Argh! It gets me all worked up just thinking about it! It was so hot. I couldn't stop cumming, and neither could Mike. He would cum, and stay hard, and then just cum again like a machine. I felt possessed; I was so turned on I wasn't even me anymore. We finally made it back to his dorm, but there was no way we were going to top the sex in the traffic jam. We went out one more time, but it just wasn't the same. He started acting like a jerk so I left. Still--that sex in the car was by far the horniest I have ever been."

The rest of us sat frozen, speechless. Satisfied with the effect her story had on us, Amy turned to me: "Truth or Dare?"

As the only boy playing, I knew I was in for some rough and possibly humiliating waters ahead. But I also knew the obvious choice: "Dare."

"Come over here and get inside this towel with me."

That sounded pleasant enough. I got up and crossed the room to Amy, relishing the thought of cozying up to her after that sexy story. But I realized the dare was going to be a bit more than I bargained for when Amy tucked an arm inside her towel and pulled down her swimsuit, leaving it lying on the floor at her feet.

Which meant, when I got inside that towel with her she would be completely nude.

Whether she was showing off her lack of inhibition to her friends, or she was horny as hell and just wanted to feel a guy's body pressed up against hers, I didn't know. All I knew was that I was in for a good time.

Scarcely able to believe my luck, I tossed my own towel aside, laid down across the couch, and gestured for Amy to get on top. Wearing a painfully naughty grin, she stretched out above me and untied her towel just enough to wrap our bodies up together.

Her nude skin felt electric against mine. Every inch of Amy's body was lithe and lean--except her exceptionally soft breasts. Her nips were hard nubs poking my stomach. Given how forward her dare had been, I felt no compunction whatsoever about giving Amy's tight round ass a playful squeeze--and she let out a yelp which made the other girls laugh.

But I didn't take my hand away. With the towel hiding my actions from the other girls, I slowly kneaded Amy's incredibly firm butt cheeks with both hands—God, her ass felt good. She met my eyes, shocked at how forward I was behaving.

I felt Amy's bare slit on my leg: warm, slick with desire and completely smooth shaven. She inched forward up my thigh, discreetly rubbing herself on me. The damn towel was blocking my view, but I couldn't stop picturing what her naked ass and bald pussy must have looked like underneath.

The rest of the room looked at me to continue the game. "Well, there's only one person who hasn't gone yet, so: Corrine, Truth or Dare?"

While Corrine thought it over I slyly teased the tip of my thumb inside Amy's wet opening. She said nothing, but the fact that she started licking my chest told me I was doing something right. I don't think anybody else noticed what I was doing.

"Dare," Corrine finally decided. I slid a finger inside Amy as I spoke: "I dare you to make out with Talia for the next five minutes."

"W-What?" Talia stammered.

"You heard me."

Amused, Corrine just rolled her eyes, "Typical guy." She sat down beside Talia, towering over the other girl. My hard cock pulsed in anticipation for what I was about to see. Talia's breathing quickened as the stacked blond gently kissed her lips.

Amy looked back over her shoulder, watching along with the rest of us as Corrine and Talia tasted each other for the first time. Corrine was putting on quite a show, but it was just that: a show. She wasn't attracted to girls. Talia was another story altogether.

Though she had at first been the timid one, Talia grew more and more aroused with each kiss, eventually losing all self-control and really going for it. The lesbian makeout session grew intense, with Talia continuously pushing the envelope and Corrine going along for the ride, enjoying the rapt look of pleasure on my face as I spied them.

I tore my eyes from them to sneak a glance at Stephanie and Elizabeth, who watched from the other couch with palpable arousal. The two BFF's held hands in an iron grip, like couple unable to bear the suspense during a movie.

The erotic charge in the air inspired me to surreptitiously slip a second finger all the way inside Amy's hot opening. She moaned audibly as I ground my knuckles against her clit, and I felt her hand shoot up under the leg of my swimsuit and wrap around my erection.

"Don't stop what you're doing," she whispered.

Talia pulled down Corrine's towel and tentatively palmed those massive breasts, even tweaking Corrine's nipples through her bikini. Corrine returned the favor, testing the heft of Talia's boobs through that flimsy green one-piece--entirely for my voyeuristic benefit.

Talia slipped the bikini straps off Corrine's shoulders and slowly began lowering the cups--

Amy continued jerking my cock as she came, biting my shoulder to disguise her ecstasy from the others. I felt myself boiling over: The feel of Amy's lithe body stretched out against mine, the reflexive jerking of her hand on my cock as she came, and the sight of Talia and Corrine's makeout session was enough that I felt my own inexorable release coming forth--

Talia pulled away Corrine's top, FINALLY revealing those gargantuan tits to me in all their glory. Years of fantasies, and there they were, out in the open. More spectacular than I could have imagined. Impossibly full and round, tan skin capped with beautiful pink nipples. It was like staring directly into the sun.

Talia gently squeezed the soft flesh between her slender fingers...

Corrine looked right at me as I exploded into Amy's hand. Caught. I think I controlled my expression enough that Amy and Corrine were the only ones who noticed I came.

"Geez, you really do love her tits, don't you?" Amy whispered to me.

"Not as much as you loved the feel of a dick in your hand," I whispered back. Amy squeezed me in agreement.

Across the room, Corrine slowly pulled Talia's hands from her bare breasts. "Time's up," Corrine stated, throwing me a smirk that said she was quite pleased with herself. Talia blinked back to reality, mortified at her behavior.

"Oh my god!" she shouted, "Corry, baby, I am so sorry! I didn't realize it would feel so--Oh my God!"

Corrine hugged her reassuringly, "Hey, no need to apologize to us, we're all friends."

"I thought it was hot," Amy helped.

"But I think," Talia stammered, "I think I'm bi! Oh my God, my parents are gonna kill me! They're old-school about this kind of thing!"

The incredibly erotic charge in the air from a minute ago was completely forgotten in light of Talia's life-changing epiphany. We all got up and sat down around our friend, comforting and encouraging her as best we could. Talia was a mess of emotions--not "ashamed" exactly, she was too open-minded for that--but definitely a bit scared. She told us she had been confused about her sexuality for a long time, but that makeout session with Corrine had just confirmed it.

Talia looked around at the rest of us, desperate for some kind of commiseration. She asked, "Are any of you-? Or do you think you might be?" We all shook our heads. Stephanie and Elizabeth admitted that they had both played around with each other's' bodies throughout puberty, but it had just been curiosity--neither of them were attracted to other women.

The rest of the evening was dedicated to Talia. She needed people who cared about her to listen to her concerns, and to let her know that this didn't change the nature of our friendships at all. Talia was worried that her being bi meant the other girls would suddenly feel self-conscious or uncomfortable around her, but they all promised that they knew her way too well for that to happen.

Eventually Talia got dressed and headed home to think. Corrine followed next, then Amy, who took me aside on her way out the door to whisper, "You need to come by my house sometime when my dad's not home. I have more stuff to show you."

With her departure, only Stephanie and Elizabeth remained. Liz asked if she could shower before heading home, which I of course assured her would be fine. It was getting late, but I was still holding out hope that Steph and I would get a chance to fool around.

I had come a few hours ago, sure, but between a full day of staring at the girls in their suits, Steph and Elizabeth's sexy bra swap, Corrine and Amy's vivid sex stories, and the fresh memory of Corrine's glorious breasts, I was still in desperate need of relief.

Never in a million years would I have expected things to turn out as they did.



Bosom Buddies Ch. 03



(Author's note: Everyone in this story is at least 18 years old)

*

I could hear the shower running upstairs, and the muted music of Elizabeth's sweet voice singing something from Phantom of the Opera. I briefly enjoyed the mental image of her belting out those high notes into the detachable nozzle, oblivious to the spray of hot water cascading down her beautiful breasts. Water droplets clinging to her wine-dark nipples...

My attention shifted back to the beautiful blonde sitting beside me. Neither of us spoke, we just sat there, awkwardly shifting back and forth. This was not how I'd pictured things turning out. While Elizabeth was off soaping up her curvaceous body in the shower, Steph and I finally had some time alone together. I had been looking forward to this all week long.

But nothing happened. Now that we finally had the opportunity, neither she nor I knew how to make the first move. Hooking up in the hospital had been spontaneous and unexpected. The fact that we were now PLANNING on doing it made everything awkward. We both made lame attempts at conversation that totally avoided the elephant in the room.

I tried to steer the conversation where it needed to go: "That was really sexy, when you and Liz switched bikini tops with each other like that."

Stephanie lit up, "Yeah, I couldn't believe she did that! She's always telling me how nervous she is around boys! She must really trust you."

That redirected us to talking about Elizabeth for the next few minutes, and by the time I realized we had once again gotten off the topic of screwing each other, the shower had turned off upstairs and we were no longer alone. Damn that girl for taking such quick showers.

Elizabeth, the Mediterranean goddess, descended the stairs wrapped in her bath towel. Much to my chagrin, Stephanie decided to head upstairs to rinse off now that the shower was free.

I moved to give Elizabeth room on the couch beside me, and she gave me a coy look I couldn't quite explain--until I noticed her bare shoulders. She had decided not to put Stephanie's swimsuit top back on after her shower. I couldn't help but wonder if she had likewise "forgotten" to put her board shorts back on.

The towel shifted as she sat down, just enough to show off some porcelain smooth cleavage. "It's been an interesting night," she said.

I nodded in agreement, "I don't think the others are going to tease you about being the 'innocent one' anymore."

Liz shrugged, pleased with herself. "I just wish I hadn't had to tease you to do it. Not that I thought you'd mind, exactly. I figured it'd be a kick for you, too, obviously. I just hope you didn't feel like... I don't know..."

"Like you don't take me seriously?"

She sighed, "Yeah. Please don't think I don't take you seriously. You're just the only guy who doesn't intimidate me. I know you too well. I know you'd never hurt my feelings, or laugh at me, or say mean things about my big fat hips."

"Your body is a work of art, Elizabeth. Anyone who doesn't appreciate every inch of you is an idiot."

She blushed, glancing down at her exposed cleavage. After a moment of silence between us, she quietly asked me, "What's the furthest you've ever gone with a girl?"

I thought about Stephanie, and then about what me and Amy had done under the towel a few hours ago, just a few feet away from Elizabeth. But if neither of them had said anything to the other girls, than that meant I wasn't supposed to either.

"Hands," I answered simply, making a gesture with my fingers to clarify.

"You've never had a girl do, like, what Corrine was talking about with the hotdog?"

"A blowjob? No. But I fantasize about it all the time. I bet it feels awesome."

"That's like my worst fear you know. Not actually doing it, I don't mean. I think it's probably actually kind of fun and sexy to do it. I mean the way the guy treated her. It would just kill me if a guy did that to me. Made fun of me for doing it wrong. How am I supposed to do it right on my first try? I think that's why I've always been too scared to try anything."

I took Elizabeth's hand in mine. "That guy Corrine told us about? He's a moron. And not just because he turned down a blowjob from a beautiful woman. I mean because he missed the point of it entirely. I'm obviously not an expert, but I really feel like sex shouldn't just be about getting off. It should be about sharing ourselves with someone, and about how great it is when someone wants to share themself with us. That's what's so exciting about it. Doesn't have to be true love or anything, but I feel like there should be SOME kind of connection going on. Otherwise you're just using another person's body so you don't have to waste energy jerking off. I guess that's okay, but it's so much less than it could be. If you're with a guy who doesn't realize that, then he's the one doing something wrong, not you."

She smiled sweetly and took my hand. Then, nervously, she placed it on her breast. I saw the trust in her eyes, and I gently cupped my hand around her, feeling the fullness of that marvelous bust. Elizabeth closed her eyes and leaned her head back, sighing, "That feels nice."

She looked unbelievably beautiful at that moment, powerfully aroused but also relieved; finally at peace with something that had been giving her anxiety for years. I leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips, continuing my tender ministrations to her bosom.

Ever so slowly, the towel around her loosened, revealing Elizabeth's soft warm body. Her breathing intensified, and the flush in her cheeks again travelled down her collar to the tops of those pale breasts. The towel finally untied in the center, and I moved my hands to the space between her tits, caressing them from the inside out. My thumbs sought out her thick, gumdrop-shaped nipples, delicately swirling around them.

That got her motor running. No longer at peace, more like an animal in heat, Elizabeth kissed me back passionately, frenching me with wild abandon just as she had on my birthday. She grabbed my hands and crushed them to her tits, her whole body shaking with desire.

Then, suddenly conflicted, she wrenched my hands away from her boobs and her face contorted with uncertainty as she tried to shake the fog of desire from her brain.

"Elizabeth?"

"I'm just—I don't know if—I just don't know why I'm shaking so much. Is that normal? I can't stop shaking. Why am I shaking? It just feels so—it just--"

Liz stopped talking mid-sentence and threw herself at me, kissing me so suddenly and so hungrily I couldn't hope to keep up. Her large, bare breasts clapped against my chest, red-hot to the touch. She whimpered into my mouth--

We both jumped as the bathroom door opened upstairs. Elizabeth hurriedly pushed me away and re-tied her towel just as Stephanie appeared at the top of the stairs, dressed in a towel of her own.

"That was fast!" Elizabeth panted, still in a daze. "You take fast showers!"

Stephanie quirked an eyebrow but at her BFF's suspicious behavior, but let it slide. "Ian, the shower's all yours while we dry off."

Elizabeth nodded that I should go, so I hurried upstairs and slipped off my trunks, profoundly aware of the engorged cock swinging heavily between my legs. I couldn't believe all that had transpired in the past few hours. Sense memory assaulted me as I washed off: the feel of Amy's smooth shaven pussy straddling my thigh, the sounds of Talia's lusty breathing as she reveled in her first lesbian kisses, my brief glimpse, at long last, of Corrine's mouth-watering chest, the smell of Elizabeth's arousal and the lingering taste of her lips on mine.

Though my standard shower takes like thirty minutes, I hopped in and rinsed off at record speed. I didn't want to be away from those girls for one second longer than necessary (though I did pause long enough to make sure I got rid of all the cum that had dried on my thigh). I stepped out and went to slip on some boxers--

Which is when I noticed Stephanie and Elizabeth's bikinis sitting on the bathroom floor. And not just their tops, either: Liz's board shorts and Steph's brief black bottoms were there as well. For an instant, my mind refused to accept the beautiful truth that both girls were buck naked under their towels. I could only guess at what form of merciless teasing they had in store for me tonight.

Figuring three could play at this game, I decided against the boxers and simply tied a fresh bath towel around my nude waist before heading back downstairs.

The girls weren't where I had left them. In fact, they were nowhere to be seen. All I found downstairs were their two towels, abandoned on the couch. With a twinge of disappointment, I realized that they must have already changed back into their street clothes.

Then I heard giggling coming from my bedroom.

My cock grew heavy again between my legs as I opened my door and stepped inside, finding both girls smiling at me from my king-sized bed. The curves of their incredible bodies were clearly visible beneath the thin bed sheets.

"I finally told Elizabeth about our night in the hospital," Stephanie said.

"And I told her about what we did while she was in the shower," Elizabeth added.

Stephanie grinned at her beautiful friend, continuing: "Thing is, we both want to keep doing this stuff with you, but neither of us wants to go home. So we called our parents and told them we were spending the night at each other's houses."

My jaw hit the floor. "Wait, you mean that I--with both of you?"

Elizabeth trembled at my undisguised desire, explaining, "I want to do sexy stuff. I want it so bad I actually cry sometimes. But I'm still really nervous about it, even around you. With Stephanie here I know I'll feel safe no matter what."

Stephanie smiled at me, "Elizabeth told me what you said to her; how sex should be about sharing yourself with other people. If that's the case, then why shouldn't we share you? We're all single, we're all friends, and we all want to."

I felt dizzy. This can't be real, I thought, this kind of thing only happens in movies, or to rock stars, or to jet-setting billionaires. Not to me. Real girls don't do this, right?

But nonetheless, there they were: My friends. In my bed. Beneath my sheets. Smiling at my erection.

I took a step towards the bed, so giddy I scarcely felt the floor beneath my feet. I cast my towel aside, watching their eyes immediately swerve down to the engorged phallus hanging between my legs. The two girls instinctively grabbed each other's hands in suspense.

I climbed onto the foot of the bed, crawling slowly forward, feeling their naked bodies beneath me through the sheet. I lowered my hips so that my dangling cock slid across Stephanie's legs.

"Oh my God," she sighed, squeezing her friend's hand even harder. I changed direction, crawling over Elizabeth, dragging the head of my penis across her belly.

"I can feel it on me," she shivered with excitement, "I can actually feel it."

I reached up to the sheet concealing my two beauties and yanked it down in one lighting fast tug. Their supple young bodies lay there before me, completely exposed.

I marveled at the expanse of flesh for what felt like an eternity, first drinking in the sight of Stephanie: long legs, perky butt, toned stomach, soft golden curls between her legs and long wet tresses of golden hair plastered to her swelling pink tits.

I gazed down at Elizabeth: fair skin flushed with excitement, curvaceous hips, the promise of a nice, juicy butt on the other side, a neatly trimmed strip of dark pubic hair above her puffy, glistening vagina, a slender neck and shoulders, dark hair splayed out on the pillow above her angelic face like a halo, and her truly epic tits. How many short girls have 34DD's? Not enough, I tell you.

Like a parched man stumbling across an oasis, I dove in. The three of us groaned as we made out, rolling around my bed in a mess of bodies. Since Elizabeth was closer, I kissed her first--ravenously matching her passion. Stephanie wrapped her arms around us both, licking my neck and rubbing her whole body against me.

Not wanting to neglect anyone, I turned my face away from Elizabeth, still fondling her tits while Stephanie and I wrestled our tongues together. I felt Elizabeth's fingers slowly reach down my back, towards my ass, too nervous to go ahead and just grope me--

So I grabbed her hand and finished the journey for her, firmly planting her palm on my butt. She squeezed it happily and bit me on the ear in gratitude. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd be in this situation. My dick was screaming for some physical stimulation.

Stephanie pressed her shaking hand to my groin, feeling the hot skin with her palm. Nervous, she slowly played with me--not furiously stroking like she had in the hospital, just testing, exploring. Gently cupping my balls just to see what they felt like.

I guess Steph's curiosity got the best of her, because she tore her mouth away from mine to give herself a better view of what she was doing to me down below—for the first time she beheld the sight of a man's dick in her hand. Her gentle stimulation was incredible.

"What's it feel like?" Elizabeth asked, likewise transfixed by the sight of Stephanie playing with me.

"It's warm," Stephanie answered. Elizabeth reached her small hand down towards my penis, her eyes silently asking my permission before she touched it. I nodded and her hand joined Stephanie's, feeling my length with drifting fingertips. Elizabeth shuddered with arousal at the forbidden sensation.

While the two beautiful naked girls caressed me down below, I reached out and squeezed their matching sets of huge heaving breasts, gently grazing my hands across their pert nipples.

"It gets me so turned on when he touches me like that," Elizabeth sighed to her friend. Stephanie nodded in agreement, helpfully adding, "You should feel what it's like when he puts them in his mouth."

Elizabeth turned to me, "Would that be okay?" she asked.

"Lizzy, baby, I'm yours. You don't need to ask my permission for a thing, you can have all of me right here, right now."

She released her hold on my penis and crawled towards the head of the bed, laying down comfortably on her side with that voluptuous chest beside my face, her thick, wine-colored nubs perfectly aligned with my hungry lips. Ever so gently, I took her breasts in my hands and flicked out tip of my tongue, moistening the tips of those nipples.

Elizabeth moaned in pleasure.

Below, I could feel Stephanie pick up the pace on my hand job, excited by the image of me tasting her friend's boobs. I suddenly felt Stephanie's tongue on my own nipples, matching me lick for lick.

I gasped sharply in response, sucking Liz's tit into my mouth harder than I'd intended. The effect on Liz must have been pretty powerful, because she instinctively pulled my face fiercely into her chest and bit her lip in ecstasy.

I'd heard of girls with super-sensitive nipples having orgasms with no clitoral stimulation whatsoever, and given Elizabeth's reaction to my tongue, I began to wonder if she might be one of them. Determined to find out, I renewed my oral assault on her breasts, reacting on a purely animal level to her breathing and body language to determine my intensity.

Meanwhile, Stephanie stopped licking my nipples and was slowly swirling her tongue lower and lower down my chest. The teasing sensation was driving me wild with lust; energizing me to attack Elizabeth's delicious nipples with everything I had. A pure flow of sexual energy--from Stephanie, through me, to Elizabeth--

Whose screams of pleasure were music to my ears. She writhed uncontrollably in my arms, her thighs squeezing together in expectant agony, her voice almost incoherent as she chanted "Don't stop... don't stop... DON'T STOP!"

I didn't stop.

All the while, Stephanie's tongue swirled ever lower, across my pelvis, threatening to slather across my criminally neglected erection.

Elizabeth came very suddenly, fingernails clawing at my back. I'd never even touched her below the waist. I maintained suction on her tit as every muscle in her body tensed--she went stiff as a board--then I gently released her and she collapsed limp beside me, rolling her tender breasts away from my mouth. The air in the room was pungent with the smell of her arousal.

"That was... that was..." Elizabeth dreamily trailed off, choosing instead to give me a grateful kiss so intense it managed to momentarily distract me from the fact that Stephanie's tongue was moving down into my pubic hair.

Satiated for the moment, Elizabeth glanced down at her friend and realized: "Holy shit, Steph!"

I felt a lightning bolt of pure pleasure shoot through me as Stephanie sunk her warm lips over the head of my cock. Holy shit indeed! Then it was my turn to moan as naughty Stephanie went to work on her--and my--first ever real-life blowjob.

I couldn't believe how hot it looked: My dick standing at maximum hardness, pointed right up between the softness of Stephanie's pouty, movie-star lips. Her cheek stretched out lewdly each time she descended on me. The heavy swinging flesh of her breasts slapping against my thigh with every movement. The word "Yes!" flashed like a neon sign in my brain.

For a long while, Elizabeth and I watched, utterly hypnotized, while Stephanie tasted me and teased me. Elizabeth slid down the bed, towards my crotch, for a front row seat of the action. Finally able to bear it no longer, Elizabeth whispered to Stephanie, "That looks fun, can I try?"

Smiling at her "shy" friend's request, Stephanie let my dick slip free of her mouth and gestured for Liz to go ahead. "Actually," Elizabeth clarified, "Could we do it at the same time? It's less scary if you do it with me."

I almost came just imagining what would happen next. Both girls lowered their heads to opposite sides of my erect shaft and slowly began licking me, tasting and savoring the texture of every ridge and vein. They wrapped their wet lips around either side of my column, kissing the sensitive skin. Occasionally their lips would brush up against each other and they would exchange a playful kiss with my dick in the middle.

"That feels unbelievable, you guys," I moaned, "You have to let me use my mouth on you, too."

The two babes exchanged a telepathic glance the way only teenage BFFs can, nodding in silent agreement with each other. "I'm still recovering from what you did to my boobs," Elizabeth said.

"I'd love to," Stephanie whined, "But I'm having too much fun doing THIS--"

She pointedly sucked me into her mouth. I moaned, struggling to speak, "Why don't we--oh wow--why don't we do both at the same time?" It took Stephanie a second to figure out what I meant, but as soon as she got it, her eyes lit up with desire. She crawled over me, those big pink tits dragging along my chest as she went, then she twisted around and carefully straddled my face.

Elizabeth let up on my blowjob to watch as her best friend's hot honeyed core pressed down onto my waiting mouth. In this position, my whole universe became Stephanie's pleasure. All I could taste were her slippery-smooth vaginal lips. All I could smell was the scent of her arousal. All I could hear was the splashing as I lapped away at her, and the moans of her pleasure in response. It was intoxicating. Unlike anything I had ever experienced. I loved it.

I couldn't really see from my position, but I knew the two BFFs well enough to know that they were looking each other in the eye while my tongue was discovering the flavor of Stephanie's pussy. I didn't have any experience with other girls to compare it to, but Steph was almost unbearably sweet, like pancake syrup dribbling all over my face.




Bosom Buddies Ch. 03



Her hips squirmed back and forth, and I grew more and more adventurous, teasingly tugging at her labia with my lips. I raised my hands and squeezed her perfectly round ass, hovering right above my head.

After that initial shock of pleasure, Stephanie took a deep breath and went back to work, lowering herself down to inhale my cock, smushing her tits against my belly in the process. I felt Elizabeth's mouth move lower to make room, happily licking and sucking on my sensitive balls.

It was stimulation overload. I groaned loudly, finding it more and more difficult to hold back my pending climax.

Stephanie was getting close, too. She began rhythmically humping my face and I responded to her increased activity with powerful licks to her clit. Having two girls slurping on my junk made concentrating on Stephanie increasingly difficult, and I could tell from Stephanie's stilting sucking that she was likewise having trouble staying focused. But we both powered through the pleasure and picked up the pace, our ecstatic moans muffled by each other's bodies.

Stephanie shifted her weight on me enough to powerfully grab at her own tit, tweaking her nipple as far as she could. In my periphery, I could vaguely make out the image of Elizabeth's dark hair bobbing dutifully between my legs.

In a moment of inspiration, I released one of Steph's ass cheeks and wiggled a pair of fingers up inside her slippery wet twat as I latched my mouth onto her clit--

Oh man, did she ever cum. She wrenched her lips off of my cock and howled in pleasure at the moon. It was the sexiest sound I'd ever heard. Her pelvis spasmed against my mouth.

Seeing my poor desperate penis suddenly unattended, Elizabeth released my balls and leapt at the main course. She devoured me with her warm mouth and sucked like a vacuum.

It was too much for me to bear any longer. I wrapped my arms around Stephanie, squeezed those glorious tits--

And blasted my load into sweet little Elizabeth's mouth. She reflexively released me--cold feet, I guess--which meant my next blast splattered across her face.

Still delirious in the throes of her own orgasm, Stephanie attacked the spurting cock in front of her, slurping and swallowing every sticky drop that poured out of me. For a moment, Elizabeth was undecided what to do with her mouthful of cum, but after seeing Stephanie's example she went ahead and swallowed it like a champ.

Not even realizing what she was doing, Stephanie leaned forward and licked my gooey white cream off her beautiful friend's face. She was a fiend for the stuff.

Spots danced in my vision and every inch of my body tingled with electricity.

After a minute, Stephanie and I came down from our blissful high to find Elizabeth giggling uncontrollably: "I can't believe we just did that! My whole life, nobody ever even touched me, and then, all of a sudden—and I can't believe I actually came from him just touching my boobs! That was awesome!"

"Sweetie," Stephanie cooed to her friend, "You have GOT to let him try to this oral stuff on you. It's never felt anything like that when I touch myself; it was a whole 'nother level."

"Oh man, wow girls," I added lamely, "That was just... wow." Not exactly the most debonair of comments, but in my defense my brain was pretty much drained of blood at that moment.

The three of us snuggled up together in a mess of happy, sweaty bodies. We spent the next few hours relaxing together, exchanging sweet little kisses and softly grazing our hands across naked skin. I took turns spooning each of the girls, my recently relieved dick resting comfortably in the crease between their smooth ass cheeks while the other girl pressed her bare 34DD tits into my back and caressed my butt.

It was a perfect night, just lying there with the two of them and chatting excitedly about our recent escapade. There was no pressure, no fears, no weirdness, and no performance anxiety. We were all such great friends it was just easy. Exhausted, we agreed that we had been idiots for not doing this before and drifted off to some seriously sexy dreams.

I woke up in the middle of the night with a raging hard-on and a naked goddess on my arm. Faint moonlight shone through my window blinds, warping stripes of illumination around Elizabeth's every voluptuous curve.

I discreetly slipped off the bed, grabbed a pair of boxers, then headed downstairs to get a glass of water and see where Stephanie had disappeared to. I found her sitting on my couch, in the dark, all by herself. She jumped a bit at the sound of my footsteps on the stairs.

"Hey, it's just me," I whispered. Stephanie was dressed in one of my T-shirts, but with her being a scant few inches shorter than me it barely covered her up. The braless breasts beneath swung nicely when she turned towards me.

"Sorry," she said, "I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep. Too much on my mind. Tonight was amazing, but it's kind of a lot to take in. And I don't just mean what happened with you, I mean everything with Elizabeth, too. She was always so innocent! I took it upon myself to shelter her from things like this. Now that's all over, and I just can't wrap my head around the fact that we... well, that we basically had a threesome with you."

As I got a bit closer, I could see that her eyes were watering up. "Elizabeth will be fine," I assured her. "I think she did exactly what she wanted to." I sat down on the couch beside her and pulled her into a big, safe hug.

"I know, it's not that. I'm happy for her. For all of us. It's just a really big, really sudden change to how I thought things were."

"Nothing's changing," I promised, "We were all great friends before tonight, and we'll all be great friends in the morning. The only thing that's changed is how a bunch of this sex stuff; these things that were freaking us all out because we'd never tried them before; suddenly they don't have to be scary anymore. Like for example, before I went down on you tonight, I had no idea whether I would even like that. How it would taste, whether I'd be any good at it, all kinds of stuff. Now I'm not nervous about it anymore. I know what it's like, and I know I want more."

She lifted her eyes to meet mine and I kissed her. As her soft face pressed against mine, I felt her tears on my cheeks. "I'm not scared of it anymore," she panted, taking a moment to wipe away the moisture beneath her eyes. "I'm not scared of any of it when I'm with you."

We kept kissing in the moonlight for what felt like hours. I loved the feel of her warm body in my arms, the caress of her lips against mine. It felt reassuring; reminded me I was really there. She climbed onto my lap, her palms caressing my chest as she settled her bare pussy down onto me, the thin cotton of my boxers all that stood between us.

I could feel her warm wetness seeping through the material as we kissed, our pelvises involuntarily rocking against each other. With each slow, agonizing movement, my erection slid further and further out of my fly, the shaft rubbing directly against the her slippery outer lips. Skin on skin.

Stephanie moaned into my mouth as we slowly ground out genitals together. Her body penned my dick down to my pelvis, meaning I couldn't penetrate her. But that hot, sopping wet pussy felt incredible as it glided up and down my rigid length. I rolled my hips forward, grinding my swollen cockhead against her clit. My arousal was unbearable, but it was unbearable in the best way possible.

Then she said the magic words: "I want--I want you inside me." The sentence a guy spends his whole adolescence waiting to hear. "It's okay," she hurriedly added, "I'm on the pill." Good thing too, because I'm not sure either of us would have been able to stop at that point anyway.

Without further ado, I grabbed the T-shirt she had stolen from me and pulled it over her head, drinking in the sight of her enormous naked breasts in the moonlight. I rolled our bodies down to the couch cushions, her lying comfortably on her back, me on top. Steph's hands impatiently reached up and pulled my boxers down around my knees, letting my cock spring free mere inches above her nubile young body.

We waited one final moment, looking deeply into each other's eyes for confirmation—

I nudged my tip inside her delicate folds. Stephanie let out a sudden gasp at the sensation. I could feel her heart beating wildly through her breast. I froze for a second, worried I'd hurt her, but then I felt her pelvis pushing forward to take up the slack, drawing me in deeper. I matched her speed, wanting to keep her first time as comfortable as possible, feeling every blissful millimeter of progress.

Our mouths found each other, kissing tenderly. Hands caressing faces. Sharing something extraordinary with each other. Then, far more easily than either of us expected, I was all the way inside. I'd heard so many urban legends and horror stories about the pain of a girl's first time, but it simply wasn't an issue for Stephanie. We both glanced down to see that I had bottomed out and she let out a huge sigh of relief.

"Oh, thank God! I was so scared it would hurt!"

"Me too!" I laughed and held her close, still disbelieving that I was really inside her. I kissed away the fresh tears on her cheeks and she looked me in the eyes, earnestly suggesting, "Let's keep going."

Stephanie's hot, tight wetness squeezed around me, stimulating every cell of my penis as I slowly pulled out and then slid back home. I had come twice tonight, but that was hours ago, and I knew almost immediately that I wouldn't be going for a world record here. This felt way too good.

She arched her back, rubbing her erect nipples up against my chest. Her eyes rolled back in a trance of pleasure and I knew we were both getting close. Soft, adorable meows of happiness came out of her with every quickening breath—God, it sounded sexy--

Steph sucked my finger into her mouth and that was all I could take. There was no holding back, so I just let myself go and emptied everything I had into her, grinding my pelvis against her clit as I came. Through the haze of my orgasm, I felt every muscle of my lover's body tense around me, heard her breath catch in her throat, felt her fingers' death grip on my ass--

Then she relaxed beneath me, recovering from a very different orgasm than the "howling at the moon" one I had given her with my mouth a few hours ago. It was marvelous to witness: just as intense, but in a quiet, intimate way.

We collapsed together, recovering. I thought about what to say to her. What is a guy supposed to say in this situation? "Thank you?" A million possible phrases ran through my head. Cliches, things I'd heard in movies, read in books... None of it was real or right for the moment. Then I realized that the way I held her in my arms said all that I needed to, and I shut my mouth.

She rolled on top of me, her big breasts spilling out across my chest. That was the last image I can remember before we fell asleep.

............................

"Did it hurt?" I heard Elizabeth ask.

My eyes hadn't yet opened, but my brain was just alert enough to make out what the girls were whispering in the kitchen. Curious, I decided to feign sleep for another few moments.

"No, not really," Steph answered, "but I was super horny. If I hadn't been so turned on I think it probably would have hurt a lot more."

"Was it weird? I mean, doing it with Ian? Do you feel weird now?"

"I dunno! I don't think so. It wasn't like before, with the three of us. That was just, like, pure fun. When he was actually inside me, it felt more--I don't know, it's hard to put into words. It felt more special, I guess."

I felt a warm bolt of energy in my blood. She was special. She was my special girl. My first ever--well, my first ever everything, practically. We were more than friends now, I knew it in my heart. And I was sure she knew it too. A nagging voice in my head cautioned that I was getting carried away, but I quickly shoved it aside. Whatever emotion I was feeling for Stephanie at that moment, be it love or something more elusive, was the best feeling of my life. I didn't care what it meant.

"So," Elizabeth pressed hesitantly, "will you be wanting me to leave him alone, for the time being?"

"No way, sweetie! Not after seeing how much fun you had with him last night. I think it's great that we have a friend like Ian we can try this stuff out on without it being scary. Plus it was sorta sexy watching him play with you."

Elizabeth giggled, "Yeah, I liked watching you, too. I don't mean I liked it in a 'Talia' way, obviously. But in like--maybe like that time we all watched Amy's porno movie?"

Then they started talking about that porn, then funny porn they had seen online, then funny cat videos they had seen online. There was clearly nothing further to be gained by pretending to sleep.

Trying to be discreet, I "woke up" and waved at the two girls, conspiring in the kitchen. While I was still completely nude, they had been awake long enough to shower and slip back into the change of clothes they had brought yesterday. Both had their hair up in simple ponytails and no makeup.

Ever since that day, I've always found it incredibly sexy seeing a girl before she's done her morning ritual. Maybe because it's a sign of how comfortable she feels around me; willing to let me see her without any concealer or cosmetic distractions. Emotional stimuli trumps purely physical stimuli every time, in my book.

Both beauties gave me naughty, knowing smiles, quite obviously checking out the morning wood I was sporting. Elizabeth teasingly chided me, "Good morning, mister guy-who-left-me-alone-and-naked-in-bed-last-night."

I blushed, "Sorry Liz, I went downstairs to see what had happened to Stephanie and we—uh--talked."

Both girls burst out laughing at my choice of words. I promised Elizabeth I would make it up to her by fixing breakfast and went into the bathroom to do my thing. I took a quick shower, brushed the morning taste off my teeth, slipped on some clothes, and rejoined the two young women in my kitchen.

Since we had burned a lot of calories the previous night, I went the extra mile with breakfast: spinach omelets, hot tea with honey, sliced grapefruit, and lemon zest pancakes. I'm no chef, but I can typically put a smile on someone's face when I really put effort into a meal. I'd cooked for all five of my female buddies a few times in the past and they all considered it a special treat. This morning the three of us wolfed down the food.

Stephanie popped the last bite of pancake into her mouth and commented that it was her new favorite type of pancake, even better than her little sister's "chocolate chip" recipe.

Elizabeth's face brightened at the word "chocolate."

"I just remembered!" she laughed. "We never made s'mores last night! I brought everything for them, but with everything that happened we forgot about it!"

Me and Stephanie were a bit taken aback by her sudden, extreme enthusiasm. I guess the girl was really craving s'mores, because she didn't let the matter drop until I had a fire going in the fireplace and we were roasting marshmallows.

I felt a prickling of sweat on the back of my neck and thought to myself, this is why you don't make s'mores during the day. I was just glad it was still pretty early, and we weren't experiencing the full fury of the California sun, coupled with the heat from the fire. Still, not wanting to spoil the fun with a lot of complaining, I kept my mouth shut and enjoyed the girls' company.

"It's kind of hot," Elizabeth observed, reading my mind. "Maybe we should just take off our shirts."

So that was why she was so anxious to make S'mores. I stifled a laugh at the obviousness of her ploy and pulled off my shirt with exaggerated relief:

"Ahh, so much better."

Seeing that I was playing along with her little game, Elizabeth followed my lead, tugging off her tank top to reveal her 34DDs contained within a plain beige bra. Not the flashiest of lingerie, but there was no bra on earth that could make the enormous tits on that tiny girl look less than jaw-dropping.

Steph went next, revealing her curvaceous chest encased in a lacy green demi bra.

"Now my jeans are too hot!" Elizabeth sighed with mock sadness, peeling her jeans down past those Boticelli hips and over her juicy ass. Her bikini underwear was nearly transparent, and the shadow of the dark curls beneath brought me to full hardness before her pants even touched the ground.

Steph and I took our pants off as well, looking to our friend for the next move. "Okay, I think I'm good now," Liz said. I made a pouty face at that, prompting her to add, "Except my boobs are getting all sweaty in this fucking bra!"

She tossed her bra at me and I openly stared. Another bra landed in my lap and I looked over to see that Stephanie was also topless. I quietly whispered my thanks to the universe that had allowed this to happen.

Elizabeth continued to play innocent, skewering two marshmallows on a stick and leaning towards the fire, her breasts swaying as she roasted her treat. She glanced back over her shoulder and asked, "Stephanie, would you like the first one?"

Stephanie nodded, disarmed by the teasing tone of her friend's voice. Elizabeth took the marshmallows away from the fire and poked them with her finger, testing the temperature of their molten gooey centers.

"Perfect. Except I think we should skip the graham crackers today. Too many carbs."

Steph and I both laughed. Right, marshmallow and chocolate alone is the healthy alternative.

"So..." Liz continued, crawling towards me with those breasts, "I say that we use each other as our graham crackers."

Before Stephanie could react, Liz smeared the marshmallows all over her friend's glorious chest. Stephanie shrieked in surprise, and we all burst out laughing. "It's so sticky!" she complained.

But I wasn't complaining. I launched myself at Stephanie, playfully tackling her to the ground as I greedily licked the molten marshmallow off her tits. Liz cheered victoriously; her wicked scheme had succeeded.

"Stop, that tickles! That tickles!" Stephanie played at fighting me off until my roving tongue found her nipples. At that point, her efforts to make me stop became much less convincing.

Suddenly, Liz yanked me off of Stephanie—prompting a whimper of disappointment from the stunning blonde—and forced me onto my back, lathering warm roasted marshmallows all over my chest. Yeesh, it was even stickier than I'd imagined.

Elizabeth pounced on me like a jungle cat and began licking and kissing the delicious campfire dessert off my chest with wild, exaggerated abandon.

"Revenge!" Stephanie shouted, and hurried over to join her friend in devouring me. The sight of their hungry tongues licking off that marshmallow couldn't help but fill my mind with lewd images of these two topless bombshells fiendishly slurping up another type of sticky white goop.

"Hold on, I have to get the chocolate!" Elizabeth shouted. Instead of the traditional Hershey's squares, Elizabeth had brought a jar of homemade fudge which we had microwaved until it was nicely hot and filling the house with a delicious chocolate smell. She dipped a finger into the melted chocolate--again testing the temperature--then smeared it all over me with the enthusiasm of a finger-painting preschooler.

That completed, I just laid back and enjoyed being the entree while the two of them ravenously licked me clean. When they finally finished, I looked down at the pair of minxes, whose mouths were covered in fudge like a couple of children. Their voluptuous bodies and lusting eyes were all woman, however, and I amorously pulled their faces to mine, kissing all the chocolate from their lips.




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"Okay, me next! Me next!" Elizabeth chirped, skewering three more marshmallows. As she focused on roasting them, I approached from behind and cupped one of her substantial tits, whispering into her ear, "I wanna lick that stuff off your tits, and then I'm gonna eat your pussy just like I did Stephanie's, right here in front of her."

Liz shivered at my voice and I played with her breasts until I couldn't wait any longer. I took the marshmallow stick from her, placed it between her titanic breasts, and squished them together, smearing hot gooey marshmallow. Stephanie was right behind me with a handful of melted fudge which she generously rubbed into her friend's tits.

I grunted with desire at the double-D dessert displayed before my eyes.

I dove in, not caring about the mess, not caring about the chocolate I was getting on my face. Licking and sucking and licking some more. Consumed with gluttony.

"Mmm..." Elizabeth moaned as her delicious nipple popped briefly free from my suckling lips. "Mmm," indeed, I thought. Unexpectedly, I suddenly found Stephanie's face beside mine, licking Elizabeth's other enormous tit-s'more with equal relish. Elizabeth's eyes went wide at the sight of her friend's mouth on the mound of her breast, but she was clearly enjoying the sensation too much to say anything. Our two tongues swirled simultaneously around her two nipples.

"Lay down," I ordered Elizabeth, who was only too happy to comply. I kept licking away at her marshmallow chocolate tits as I slid my hand down the waistband of her panties and gently diddled her pussy. She was completely soaked down there and I was dying for a taste, so I pulled off her see-through panties and poured a trail of hot fudge down from between her breasts, across her navel, and then onto her glistening vagina. Her toes curled at the sensation.

I trailed my tongue down that line of chocolate (did I mention I'm a chocoholic?), getting a pretty crazy sugar rush by the time I had reached her pubic hair.

"Yes, please do it. Oh, please..." she moaned. Liz was positively writhing in anticipation: panting, fingers scratching at the carpet, thighs anxiously rubbing together--

I pressed my tongue directly into her sweet, chocolate covered pussy.

"Yesssss..." Elizabeth's groans grew louder and louder as I pushed my tongue as deep inside as it would go. Her own hot juices mixed with the coating of chocolate to make an irresistible cocktail in my mouth. I playfully shook my head back and forth, prompting Liz to reflexively pound her hands down into the carpet in wild ecstasy.

While doing this, I noticed Stephanie was distracted, still busily sucking away on Liz's nipple—

So I was able to catch her completely off-guard when I snuck my free hand up under her ass and inserted my fingers in her snatch.

"Oh fuck! Lizzie, he's got his fingers in me!"

Elizabeth was too far-gone to hear her. She just violently pulled Steph's face back down to her sensitive nipples. As soon as Stephanie renewed her sucking, Liz passed the point of no return and began rushing inexorably towards orgasm. I let the fingers inside Steph work on auto-pilot while I focused everything I had on bringing Elizabeth to a transcendent climax, rubbing my tongue against her clit--

"Oh God! Oh God!" Elizabeth's sweet voice went up several octaves in pitch, and it just spurred me on. I kept licking, Liz kept cumming, and my fingers kept pistoning in and out of Stephanie until, less than a minute later, she too exploded with pleasure.

When the dust had settled, I snuggled up against Liz, gently caressing her jerking, post-orgasmic body.

"Now I really am sweaty," she joked. She pulled me in for a fiery kiss, no doubt tasting a bit of herself on my chocolate covered lips. "Thanks, Ian," she mumbled. "That felt unbelievable. I think you've found your calling."

"Happy to do it," I answered, beaming.

Liz turned to Stephanie and the girls recovered from the ordeal in each other's arms, panting, their four big breasts folded together. "Steph," Liz sighed, "I can't believe you did that."

Stephanie blushed, "Well, at first I just thought it would be fun to lick off the chocolate and marshmallow, but then it seemed like you were really enjoying it so I figured, why stop? You're my friend and I want you to be happy."

Elizabeth chuckled contentedly. "Well thanks, I'm glad you didn't stop."

"It wasn't as weird as I thought it might be," Steph whispered, "I wouldn't want to do that to any other girl, but you and I are so close, it's almost like I'm just touching myself."

Simultaneously, they both glanced down at my boxers and saw that my dick was still hard enough to cut glass. A huge dot of pre-cum darkened the fabric.

"Oh no, looks like we forgot to take care of someone," Stephanie observed. Elizabeth sat up, her hair a complete adorable disaster. "I've got just the solution," she smirked. "Ian, you seem to be a 'breast man,' right?"

I nodded dumbly, unable to take my eyes off the four gigantic tits on display.

"Well," Elizabeth continued mysteriously, gently fondling her own breasts, "why don't you sit down on the couch while we use our boobs to get you off?"

"You mean like in Amy's video?" Stephanie asked. Elizabeth nodded excitedly.

Christ.

Tit-fucking had always been a major fantasy of mine, but at my young age I was ashamed to confide that fact in anyone. I worried girls would think I was weird or perverted. Now here was shy little Elizabeth, of all people, offering to fulfill that fantasy with not only her own glorious breasts, but her friend's matching pair as well. And at the same time!

With at least ninety percent of my blood now concentrated in my dick, I stumbled back onto the couch and forgot how to breathe while they scurried towards me on their knees.

They started with oral, trading my painfully hard erection back and forth from one warm pink tongue to the other; licking every inch of me until my shaft was slippery wet with saliva. Then they took turns licking each other's cleavage before my eyes, working away until the insides of their breasts were equally slick.

Then it was finally time for the main event. I throbbed in anticipation as Elizabeth placed her own tiny hands on her disproportionately enormous breasts, slowly pulled apart her epic cleavage, teasingly positioned my iron rod between those big, soft, wet titties, then, at long last, lovingly squeezed them together.

The physical sensation of the silky, bountiful flesh enveloping me was utterly fantastic, but the real joy of the moment was the visual stimulation: the image of those beautiful melons wrapped around my cock was forever seared into my memory. Elizabeth cupped her breasts, pumping them up and down around me.

Meanwhile, Stephanie kneeled on the couch beside me, nibbling on my neck while she presented her own sizeable endowments for me to occupy my hands with. I'd died and gone to breast-lover heaven. I squeezed away at Steph's smooth, malleable orbs while my eyes stayed glued to the hypnotic undulations of Elizabeth's bouncing bosom. With each downward stroke, the head of my erection would poke out through the top of her cleavage and her boobs would slap down audibly against my pelvis.

As my pleasure built, my hands squeezed Stephanie's tits with greater urgency, using them like 34DD stress balls. Stephanie picked up on this and increased her rhythm accordingly. I could sense my climax approaching...

"Switch!" Elizabeth shouted. She promptly pulled her luscious melons off of me, bringing my arousal back down to manageable levels. It felt like a sudden rush of cold air had blown across my unattended cock. Stephanie hurriedly took her friend's place between my legs, sensuously holding my gaze while she lowered her boobs around my cock. My God, those tits were so big my whole seven inch cock practically disappeared from view.

Liz took up Stephanie's old position at my side, teasingly draping her heavy breasts across my face. Steph worked away at me with her slippery cleavage, rising and falling, those glistening pink tits squished so tightly together I imagined that I was creating a perfect dick-shaped indentation between them.

It felt way too great. I knew I wouldn't last--

"Switch!" Stephanie shouted sadistically. Again the girls traded places, and again the brief respite from stimulation let me get my orgasm under control. They did this every few minutes: just as I was about to lose it, the girls would stop for a few seconds and I'd get a new pair of jugs around my cock. But I wasn't superhuman. Each time they traded, it took less time for me to reach the breaking point.

After a half dozen trades I was literally panting with desire. Stephanie's tits were pumping away on my cock while Elizabeth straddled my chest, her cunt riding my abdomen while I buried my face in her cleavage. I guess Elizabeth decided I'd finally endured long enough, so she slowly lowered herself to the floor—sliding those huge soft knockers down my body as she went.

I was completely unprepared for what happened next.

Once again communicating via the silent telepathic skills that only teenage girls possess, my vivacious lovers took up matching kneeling positions on either side of me. My pulsing time bomb of a cock stood at the epicenter as they leaned in and pressed all four of those magnificent, 34DD breasts together to form an entire ocean of succulent flesh for me to play in.

I had never seen this before, not even in pornography. These girls really were the best friends a guy could ask for.

They reached forward, softly groping the sides of each other's breasts to make sure the seal around me was air tight--then they started rising and falling together atop my dick. My mushroom head speared out the top each time they descended.

But I wasn't the only one enjoying the experience as they worked me over. The girls' sensitive nipples rubbed and twisted against each other, charging them both with erotic energy. Elizabeth's creamy white orbs took on their characteristic deep flush and she moaned, frantically increasing the pace of my double tit-fuck.

I screamed through clenched teeth, holding back as long as I could to prolong the sensation...

Aroused beyond reason, Elizabeth leaned forward and pressed her pouty young lips against Stephanie's--passionately kissing her beautiful friend--THAT DID IT.

Cum shot out of me like a geyser, spray after spray blasting up beneath their kissing mouths and raining down across the expanse of exposed cleavage. Every molecule I had left of the stuff evacuated my body and launched out into the open air.

Satisfied with their handiwork, the girls pulled apart, leaving sticky strings of semen trailing between their matching breasts. I collapsed into the couch, thoroughly spent.

"Best. S'mores. Ever." Stephanie joked.

(For obvious reasons, the next chapter of Bosom Buddies will not be submitted in the "First Time" category. If you like what you've been reading, keep an eye out for Ch. 4 under "Erotic Couplings.")



Bosom Buddies Ch. 04



(Author's note: Everyone in this story is at least 18 years old)

(Thanks again to ErikaKane for her help as editor, I really appreciate it)

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Come Monday, there was a spring in my step and a smile on my face. I mean, come on, who wouldn't be smiling? I even waved good morning to the spider that lived above my locker and just wouldn't die no matter what I did. As I grabbed a textbook for first period, I heard a voice calling to me:

"Ian, are you okay?"

I spun to see Corrine, looking sexy and radiant as ever in a sleeveless brown t-shirt that pulled enticingly around her enormous chest.

"Yeah, I'm great. Why?"

"You've been humming the James Bond song really, really loudly for the last five minutes."

"I was?"

She flashed me a knowing smile and nodded. I hadn't even realized I was doing it.

When the six of us met up for lunch, we all came clean about what had happened over the weekend. I, for one, was glad to have everything out in the open. It had been hard enough trying to keep my brief hospital rendezvous with Stephanie a secret; I don't know how I would have kept mum about all the insanity that had happened last night.

Amy teasingly told the other girls about how I had cum in her hand the moment I saw Corrine's breasts, but I wasn't exactly embarrassed given the context of the situation. The real shocker was when Stephanie and Elizabeth told the others about everything that had happened after they left.

Talia, Corrine, and Amy all listened in stunned silence. One by one, they turned to look my way, as if seeing me in a whole new light.

The next two weeks were maybe the best of my young life. Stephanie and I couldn't get enough of each other's bodies, stealing every second we could manage for a frantic blowjob or some frenzied, admittedly uncomfortable sex in the back seat of a car. On a couple occasions, Elizabeth joined in on the fun, though unlike Stephanie she had no intention of losing her virginity just yet.

I still remember how Liz's eyes had practically popped out of her head the first time she saw my shaft disappear within the folds of her BFF's pussy. It must have really got her going, because ten seconds later Elizabeth was riding my face in perfect sync with Stephanie's rhythmic bouncing on my cock. Steph's slender fingers grabbed hold of her friend's wild, storm tossed breasts and tweaked those big, super-sensitive nipples while my tongue butterflied on Liz's clit--and the three of us shared an earth-shattering, simultaneous orgasm.

Despite the fact that Amy had more or less offered to be my sexual tutor the next time her dad was away from home, I didn't take her up on it. Amy was beautiful beyond words, but I didn't want to do anything without Stephanie there too. After all, she and I were in love, right?

Right?

Steph and I taught each other a lot in those two weeks, and, as the days zipped by in a haze of excitement and discovery, I let my guard down. I started thinking of Stephanie as mine alone. I should have known better, especially after she and I were so clear about establishing our ground rules at the outset, but I was so damn happy, I just assumed those rules had gone out the window. After all, we'd really had sex! That sure hadn't been part of the plan.

There was a park near Stephanie's house where we'd found we could get relative privacy at night. As per our usual routine, we snuck out there, found a nice dark spot away from prying eyes, and laid down in each other's arms. But as I began kissing her, I noticed that Steph's heart just wasn't in it tonight. She kissed me back, but it was robotic; distracted. I should have stopped right there and asked her what was wrong, but I was so horny I frankly didn't want to stop. Instead of talking to her, I tried harder to get Stephanie in the mood, teasing her trigger points with my tongue and fingers. But that just made things worse. After only a few minutes, Stephanie calmly instructed me that she wanted to go home, and so we did.

I did my best to dismiss my rising panic during our quiet walk home: Stephanie isn't having second thoughts. Things are going great! Why, just last night she was all over me. So she's in a weird mood tonight, it happens. Nothing to worry about. We'll talk it through.

The next day, she dumped me. Well, not "dumped" exactly. We had never technically been a real couple. But between first and second period, she met me by my locker and apologized for her cryptic behavior at the park.

"I wanted to tell you something last night, but you were all over me and it just wasn't the right time."

My gut clenched. "Tell me what, Steph?"

"Remember how we said we'd have to stop if either of us started dating someone? Well, I never told you, but I've always had this really huge crush on Simon Rhee, and yesterday he asked me if I would go out with him."

My blood ran cold. "What was your answer?"

"I said yes. I know it kind of sucks for you, but I had to say yes. I really like him. Not that I don't like you, but I LIKE him, you know? Anyway, I don't think you and I can keep fooling around anymore, it wouldn't be fair to him."

But... But...

My eyes felt heavy in their sockets. I think my mouth did some sort of involuntary, sad little twitch.

"No!" Stephanie exclaimed upon seeing my reaction, "Please don't take it that way! You've been perfect to me, you really have! But you and I are just friends and I want to have a guy in my life who's more than that."

"I could be more than that," I whispered. Stephanie gave me a hug and reluctantly shook her head.

"That's not how I feel, Ian."

After a long, deep breath, I assured her I understood completely and wished her well. I even tried to sound like I meant it. I walked to second period in a daze. I wouldn't say I was heartbroken, or even jealous. I was just defeated. My blissful two weeks with Stephanie suddenly fell into perspective, and I felt empty. Insubstantial. A tasteless wafer of a man. Above all, I felt stupid for letting myself get so caught up in a relationship that I had known from the start entailed nothing deeper than "fooling around" with a friend.

On an emotional level, it was hard to accept that this was the way things were. I mean, Stephanie had let me inside her, literally. I couldn't help but feel connected to her. And I couldn't stop picturing the loving look in her eyes as we moved together that first time, our hearts beating like crazy.

Maybe I had just imagined that look. Seen what I wanted to see. Or maybe sex is never as simple as it's supposed to be.

Between second and third period, Elizabeth reluctantly informed me that Stephanie's decision meant she too would not be able to do "fun stuff" with me anymore, as it could lead to complicated feelings between her and her BFF. I curtly responded that, even if she was right, it still wasn't fair to me. None of this was fair to me. Why did things have to change?

Elizabeth looked hurt by my brisk, irritated response, and she left me without a word. I kicked myself for being so short with her when all she wanted was to keep the peace.

I'm not sure why I went to Talia's house instead of my own after school that day. I guess I subconsciously figured her manic energy would take my mind off my disappointment over Stephanie. Talia's mom greeted me with her heavy Korean accent and waved me inside, where I headed upstairs into my friend's bedroom.

Talia had not been expecting company. She was stretched out on her bed, Crystal Method blasting on full volume while she frantically fingered herself (it was the nineties, remember). Her eyes were scrunched shut in rapture and her back arched rigidly, perky C-cup breasts heaving beneath a thin silk camisole. She was naked below the waist, revealing her deliciously squeezable ass, her small patch of jet black pubic hair, and three slender fingers pounding away furiously inside her swollen pink pussy.

I froze--caught--unable to tear my eyes from the explicit sight before me. She was so caught up in her own pleasure, Talia hadn't even noticed that I was there. She came hard, legs shaking, hand glistening with her own natural lubrication. Still rubbing herself, Talia finally opened her eyes and saw me standing there, staring at her. She yelped in fright, hurriedly covering up with a sheet.

"I'm sorry!" I blurted out, "I just wanted to hang out. I didn't know you'd be--uh--like that."

Talia turned bright red and shouted for me to shut the door. A second later she opened it back up, now dressed in a tiny pair of pajama shorts that barely covered her ass. Modesty was relative where Talia was concerned.

"Well, that was embarrassing," she giggled, giving me a quick hug to show there were no hard feelings. "I could have sworn I locked my door. I haven't been myself, these last few weeks. Ever since I realized that I--" she dropped her voice to a whisper, "that I liked girls too, I haven't been able to stop getting myself off. It's like this dam burst inside me, and all these forbidden fantasies I never allowed myself to have are just hitting me left and right. Me with a woman, or women, or me with a man and a woman, or with men and women... I think I need to be institutionalized! It's unreal. I can barely make it through a whole class at school. I've been sneaking off to the bathroom to get myself off just so I can pay attention. I've never been this horny for this long."

"Wow," I answered, the thoughts of Talia's constant masturbation doing nothing to bring down the erection that had sprung up in my pants over the last few minutes.

"I'm kind of getting worried, actually. Like, is there an end in sight? Because I can't stop. I hope I'm not doing any permanent damage by over stimulating myself or whatever."

I shrugged and jokingly suggested she just needed to get laid before she went completely insane. Talia suddenly broke into a big, shit-eating grin and asked, "Do you think I could maybe join in sometime with you and Steph and Liz? I know they're not bi, but—Wow, Talia, inappropriate much? I'm sorry Ian, stupid question. But do you think they might go for it? Like, maybe if I just watched? Or touched them a little? I really want to touch another girl. Stephanie touches Elizabeth sometimes, right?"

My face fell at the mention of Steph's name. Talia prodded me for an explanation until I finally just blurted it all out, confessing how Stephanie had moved on to another boy while I had stupidly convinced myself that what we'd had was real.

Talia immediately calmed down. She pulled me into a hug and sighed, "Of course it was real, silly. Sure, it didn't end in marriage, or even happily ever after, but it was real all the same."

I shook my head, grumbling, "I'm just her friend. I don't mean anything to her."

"How can you say that? Stephanie adores you! She chose you to be her first lover!" I felt my eyes turn heavy in their sockets again, but Talia just hugged me tighter, her voice soothing: "There's not one particular 'real' type of love that makes everything else meaningless, you know. There are all kinds of love, Ian. I mean, look at me! Turns out I'm into everybody. I don't think any two people in history have ever shared the same kind of love. The five of us are your friends, but that doesn't mean we're 'just' your friends. We all love you, in our own ways."

Warmth radiated from Talia's arms, wrapped around my chest. I looked down into her incredible, exotic eyes as she continued, "You made her happy, Ian. And she made you happy. That's what matters."

Without thinking, I kissed her. Talia recoiled in surprise, but kissed me back, nonetheless. I quickly pulled away, shaking my head clear.

"I'm sorry," I stammered, "It's just been kind of a rollercoaster. I don't know if I'm going down or up right now."

She swallowed, holding my gaze. "Maybe you should do it again."

I hesitated, unsure of my feelings. A pang of loyalty to Stephanie rose up inside me, but with it came a grudging admission that she and I were over.

And Talia was so damn beautiful.

Our eyes locked, and some magnetic force pulled our lips back together. Talia wrapped her arms even tighter around me and we fell onto our sides, splayed across her bed in a mutual embrace. We kissed for over an hour, unhurried. Our kisses weren't really even sexual in nature. It was just a tender exchange of mutual affection. Reaffirmation. As Talia said, exactly what we'd both needed. Talia was able to take her mind off those unrelenting sexual fantasies, and I finally felt like solid matter again. Flesh and blood with a heartbeat.

Then, at some point, I realized I had started unconsciously caressing her luscious ass through her PJs. Talia cooed from the attention, running her fingers through my hair. Ever so gently, I squeezed the pliant globes of her ass, prompting Talia to hook one of her long, bare legs up over my hip so that our crotches were pressed directly together. The heat emanating between her legs was so intense I could actually feel the warmth through the denim of my jeans.

Hooking that leg over me also forced the hem of her tiny little PJ shorts to ride even further up, almost to the crack of her ass. I was suddenly groping smooth bare skin, and I allowed my hand to travel lower and lower as I squeezed, until my pinky finger could just feel the edge of her wetness.

"Mmm..." Talia teased her fingertips along the waistband of my jeans. "Wouldn't you be more comfortable without these?" I felt myself nod, though I don't remember consciously deciding to do so. The experience had turned surreal. This is Talia! I thought to myself, in disbelief. You're actually doing this with Talia! I had fantasized about my stunningly exotic friend so many times I couldn't even fathom.

Briefly, I flashed back to our first encounter, all those months ago, when she had landed on me in the hammock and passed out mid-kiss. But the two people in her bed right now were not the same two people from that night. She no longer saw me as a pitiable, unfuckable virgin, and I no longer saw her as an untouchable goddess on a pedestal. We had been through so much together, shared so many experiences; we meant so much to each other. She might never be my girlfriend, but in our own singular way, we loved each other.

I reminded myself to breathe.

The house was quiet. I could hear nothing but the faint hum of the TV show her parents were watching downstairs, the heavy sound of Talia's and my collective breathing, and the metallic unbuckling of my belt.

Her dark eyes stayed locked with mine as I felt trembling fingers lower my zipper and reach inside to grasp my hardness. She slowly and gently pumped her hand up and down my shaft, feeling the reassuring thickness against her palm.

I smiled at the palpable arousal I saw in her beautiful eyes, holding her gaze as I let my own fingers travel up beneath the silk of her camisole. I knew where I wanted to go, but I was in no hurry to get there just yet. I teasingly swirled a fingertip around Talia's bellybutton, staggering her breath, barely making contact as I brushed my hands along her flat, toned midriff, up past her slim little waist, and then higher still—feeling along the faint indentations of her ribs.

Talia's erotic panting quickened with desire the closer my hand got to her breasts, but I took that as my cue to slow things down. I moved my hand slower and slower—wanting so badly to fondle her breasts, but wanting even more to drag out the thrill of anticipation. Finally, achingly, I felt the give of her soft flesh against my fingertips as I came in contact with the underside of her fabulous rack.

The gentle pumping motion of her hand on my erection increased, silently demanding that I go further. She teasingly bit down on the side of my neck as I grazed my palm across one of her diamond-hard nipples.

That was about all the anticipation poor Talia could take. She took her hand off my cock and impatiently tugged my pants and boxers down past my knees. She wiggled out of her brief little PJ shorts and kicked them across the room.

Again she hooked a slender leg up over my hip, and again our crotches pressed up against each other—but this time we were both totally naked from the waist down. Her soft wetness burned maddeningly against my skin. Talia reached down between us, taking my cock in hand and angling it towards her opening. My tip slipped inside the heaven of her body.

I pushed into her slowly, quietly savoring the sensation as I penetrated deeper and deeper. Talia let out a long, ecstatic sigh as I filled her up. Our faces pressed together, kissing sweetly. Electricity arced between us as her tongue played along the inside of my lips.

As we rocked together, the bed springs began their rhythmic squeaking. I moaned audibly, prompting Talia to place a trembling finger to my lips: "Shhh," she whispered. "My parents are downstairs."

I nodded, silencing our mutual pleasure by pressing my lips to hers as I withdrew my length all the way to the tip, then gently slid it back inside. Without realizing it, our breathing had synced up with our slow, sensual lovemaking: breathe in as I pulled out, breathe out as I pushed in.

I whispered in her ear, "I wanna see your tits."

Wearing a coy smile on her face, Talia rolled on top of me and teasingly lifted her camisole up above her midriff, stopping just short of showing me the goods. I urgently bucked my hips up into her, salivating at the prospect of what she was about to do.

With an agonizing slowness, Talia raised the silk fabric above her bust, allowing first one, and then the other of those heavy C-cup tits to drop down into view with an erotic bounce. Her breasts were incredible; full, round, and impossibly perky. The perfect little nubs of her nipples poked out and screamed for attention.

My eyes went wide, drinking in the vision straddling my cock. Talia grinned at my reaction to her nude body, playfully biting down on the fabric of her camisole to hold it in place while we fucked. She rocked her hips from side to side like a hula dancer, purring as my cock stimulated new regions of her body.

I held her ass firmly with both hands and we gradually increased our pace—Talia lifting herself up and me pulling her powerfully back down onto my dick again and again. We grew frantic; her firm, healthy boobs bouncing crazily with each wanton thrust until they became a blur of flesh before my eyes.

Talia's fingers latched onto my hair for stability, pulling roughly while her lithe little hips slammed down against me. I felt my balls tighten with anticipation and I sat up, still holding her ass as I inhaled one of those generous tits into my mouth.

Our fucking increased to blinding speed, Talia's thighs gripping me like a vice. Her other, unattended breast kept bouncing, softly slapping against my cheek with each thrust. Talia grabbed onto her errant boob and mashed it against the side of my face as I sucked on its twin—

I blasted my load up inside her.

"God!" she shrieked, throwing her head back in ecstasy as her own orgasm overwhelmed her. I released her tit from my mouth and let my exhausted head collapse against the pillow of her breasts. We sat there for several minutes, catching our breath with my deflating member still inside her.

It was a huge relief, both physically and emotionally. The phrase "that hit the spot" popped into my head. As I sat there on her bed, feeling the creamy skin of her breasts against my face and the humming-bird heartbeat pulsing within her chest, I felt healed. I was a man again.

Talia's pussy clenched around me a final time and she went completely limp in my arms.

"You didn't pass out on me again, right?" I jokingly whispered. Talia just giggled and smacked me on the shoulder.

Suddenly, we heard footsteps on the stairs outside and, with supernatural speed and agility, we both somehow managed to get fully dressed and engrossed in our AP biology books by the time Talia's mom opened the bedroom door to bid us goodnight. Soon as the door was closed, we both burst out laughing and couldn't stop for the rest of the night.




Bosom Buddies Ch. 04



Though the sex had been incredible, post orgasm neither Talia nor I were feeling particularly lovey-dovey. We had been there for each other during a frustrating, confusing time, but we both knew we simply were not relationship material for each other, and that was perfectly fine.

I'd felt nothing resembling the avalanche of emotions I'd experienced after my first time with Stephanie, just a sense of overwhelming relief and a transcendent physical pleasure. A different kind of love, I suppose. Talia and I finished the night as "friends," but not necessarily "just friends," watching Happy Gilmore of all things and study-buddying for our APs.

It wasn't exactly fun seeing Stephanie at school the next day, but I had made my peace with the situation. I didn't really know what to say to her, so things were unusually "polite" when we bumped into each other between first and second period. We acted like two people who barely knew each other.

Between second and third period, Stephanie went out of her way to make sure we crossed paths again. I could see the deep worry on her face as she pulled me in for a frantic hug, words of contrition tripping over each other as they fell from her mouth:

"I couldn't sleep last night, I felt so bad about how I treated you yesterday. There must have been a million better ways to say what I said, but I just blurted it all out like some heartless bitch."

"Steph," I interjected.

"No, just let me finish! I'm trying to say I really, really screwed up, and I wish I hadn't. I never expected things to get so confusing. I can't stand the thought of this ruining our friendship, or whatever it is we have now. It's true, I don't like you in the same way I like Simon, but you still mean more to me than he does. If it'll make things ok between us again, I'll break things off with him. I will, I promise."

"It's okay, Steph, I don't want you to do that. You didn't do anything wrong, I did. Everything's been changing so fast, I lost perspective on reality for a bit. I talked with Talia last night, and she kind of put my brain on track again."

Steph let out a huge sigh of relief, thanking me for being so understanding. We both checked our watches; passing period only lasted five minutes and we were running out of time. "I know what you mean about things happening too fast," she finally added, "I feel like most couples I know spent months and months slowly working their way up to having sex. We jumped in the deep end with no idea how to swim."

"Yeah, I wasn't ready for how that first time would feel. Still, I'm glad it was with you."

"You too," she sighed, giving me a quick, sweet kiss on the lips. I knew that little kiss was probably the last she and I would ever share. "You made my first time perfect."

As we both hurried off to our next classes, I told myself that this was going to be okay. Simon Rhee was a good enough guy, and I knew he would treat my Stephanie like a princess.

Wait—I thought—rephrase: she isn't "my Stephanie" anymore. Just "Stephanie."

During lunch, Talia and I revealed to the others that we had hooked up. Most of the other girls shrugged it off as "one of those things," but Stephanie got very quiet.

"You okay, Steph?" Talia asked, genuinely concerned. "Are you mad at us?"

"No! Of course not," was the reply. But she faltered, reluctantly correcting her response to, "I guess maybe I'm a little mad. A little jealous. But I'll be okay. I've got no right to be, I just wasn't... expecting it."

I draped an arm across her shoulders and her eyes turned pink. I promised her, "I wasn't trying to hurt you. I just needed some—uh, well, I just needed some."

Talia blushed, adding, "Me too."

For a long time, Stephanie didn't make a sound. My insides tied in knots. Then she finally smiled and said, "You know, it's weird, but part of me is actually relieved? I was carrying around all this guilt about breaking things off with you, so it's sort of a weight off my shoulders. I'll be okay."

I thought that would be the end of the fallout from my sexy evening with Talia, but there was one more moment, later that day, that really threw me for a loop. When Amy and I finished our after-school run, my hot redheaded buddy gave me a congratulatory pat on the back and whispered, "Two down, three to go, stud."

"Hold on--What?"

"First Stephanie, now Talia. Two down, three to go."

"It's not like that," I insisted.

Amy just laughed, "What do you mean, 'it's not like that?' You expect me to believe you don't dream about fucking each and every one of us? I bet you jerk off thinking about one of us every single night."

No! I thought. Well, technically yes, but—

I wasn't going to stand for Amy's insinuation. I looked her dead in the eyes and said, "I do dream about you. Every single night since I've known you girls. And not just one at a time, either. I imagine myself fucking every combination of threesome, foursome, fivesome, or even fucking all of you at the same time. I dream of fucking you in the swimming pool, in the girls' locker room, in the great outdoors, and in the far reaches of space."

"Would you, could you, on a boat?" she joked, "Would you, could you, with a goat?"

"Exactly. Well, maybe not with a goat. But, pathetic and perverted as I may be, I have never, NEVER thought of you girls as a damn checklist. You're my best friends, and when I say it's not like that, I mean it's just not like that."

Amy was a hard person to ruffle. Even when she was genuinely upset, she typically just covered it up with bravado or sarcasm. But somehow, my little speech had struck an unexpected cord and shaken her. It took Amy a second to pull her thoughts together.

"You're a weird guy, Ian."

I shrugged, knowing it was Amy's version of a compliment. She thought hard about something for a second, then it was her turn to look me dead in the eyes as she added, "I'm gonna fuck you, someday. I don't know when, exactly, and neither will you. But I promise you, one of these days I am gonna blow your fucking mind."

For a moment, I felt small and timid in the face of what she had just said. Amy was aggressive, adventurous, and way more experienced than I was. Plus her lithe dancer's body was a scorching fireball of hotness. My throat tightened and my tongue froze up—

But only for a moment. I recalled the look on Amy's face when I had made her cum underneath that towel a few weeks earlier, and felt a sudden surge of confidence. Maybe I would blow her mind as well.

"You're on," I answered.

They say a watched pot never boils, but I was watching that damn pot for over a week, and I gotta say, I got pretty close to boiling over. Every time Amy made eye contact with me, I held my breath in anticipation. Was today the day?

Nope. I guess today was just Tuesday. Dammit! Sometimes, she would be able to guess what I was thinking, and in those cases, her response was always the same: "Not yet, stud. Not today."

Looking back, I should really thank Amy for taking my mind off having to see Stephanie and Simon Rhee holding hands everywhere I went. Though I admit this grudgingly, I could see why Stephanie liked him so much. Having moved to the United States from Korea three years ago, the then 15-year-old Simon had been friendless and alone in a country where he hadn't exactly mastered the language. Maybe because of that, he developed a sweet-natured, soft-spoken personality, almost like a male version of Elizabeth (which maybe explained why he was such a good fit for Stephanie). He had a swimmer's build, with impressive muscle tone I was a bit jealous of, and that triangular shaped torso you only get from a lifetime in the water. He was also tall for an Asian dude, maybe an inch shorter than my 5'11".

More than once, I overheard the girls giggling about how much they were looking forward to Spring Break, and getting to see a lot more of Simon in his speedo.

Much as I resented Simon for infringing upon the perfect little social utopia I had with my girls, I just couldn't dislike the guy. He was one of those rare people who is genuinely nice to everyone. The fact that he and I had pretty much the exact same taste in video games didn't exactly hurt his cause, either.

In the months I had known them, my girls had dated plenty of guys; some were assholes, some were awesome, but nobody before Simon had clicked with the rest of us. Our group of six became a group of seven. I watched with a mixture of jealousy and pity as shy, sweet Simon tried to survive the same gauntlet of flirting and teasing I had endured during the early months of my friendship with the girls. Stephanie protectively kept some of her friends' more overt behavior at bay, but there was nothing she could do to keep her man's eyes from wandering to Corrine's expansive, swaying bosom every time the stacked Nordic babe so much as leaned over.

One time, when we were all hanging out at Stephanie's, Corrine showed up dressed in a little pink knit vest meant for a much shorter woman. At nearly six feet tall and wearing literally nothing else on her chest, Corrine looked positively ridiculous. The garment pulled so tightly around her breasts that the knit stretched loose, hinting at the luscious skin and pink nipples beneath. Corrine's height also essentially transformed it into a belly shirt, and its plunging scoop neck revealed an obscene amount of mouthwatering cleavage.

Amy burst out laughing at the sight. "Oh my God, Cor, that's hilarious! Whose is that?"

"Mine," Corrine answered, grinning naughtily at our combined reactions. "From about six years ago. I found it in the attic."

I could think of nothing I wanted to do more than to rip that vest off with my bare hands and ravage Corrine's impossibly fine body, smothering my face with her huge tits.

Stephanie teasingly prodded an utterly stunned Simon, "What do you think of Corrine's outfit, honey?"

"Uh!" Simon jumped a bit, fumbling to respond, "I think it looks..."

He just trailed off, unable to tear his eyes away from her rack. We all cracked up at Simon's non-response, and the guy turned a deep scarlet, profusely apologizing to both Corrine and Stephanie. Old pro that I was, I took him aside a bit later and assured him, man-to-man, that this kind of thing was just a form of hazing for any guy that wanted to be friends with these girls.

"It will be both the best, and the worst thing in your life."

Simon just nodded, still embarrassed.

Elizabeth came over to me after Simon had rejoined the others. Ever since the night of our first threesome with Stephanie, Liz had started dressing a lot less modestly. Today she was wearing a sparkling purple top with spaghetti straps and a plunging neckline. Her cleavage looked fantastic.

"Giving the new guy some pointers on how to survive all the teasing?" she asked.

"Yeah, though I think he'll have an easier time of it than I did, what with Stephanie to take out his frustrations on."

Elizabeth gave me a funny look, then pressed: "Has Stephanie not told you?"

"Told me what?"

Elizabeth hesitated, but ultimately decided I deserved to know: "She's not sleeping with Simon. She wants to wait for prom night. Until then, she's not gonna let him get any further than making out with her and maybe feeling her boobs."

Steph had been such a nymphomaniac during our two weeks together, I couldn't believe it. All my jealousy towards Simon suddenly evaporated and was replaced with a swell of sympathy. To actually have a girl like Stephanie, but not be able to do anything sexual with her? Prom was still two months away! By then, I was sure Steph would have poor this guy so wound up, he wouldn't last more than two seconds.

"Why not?" I asked.

Elizabeth took my hand in hers, and quietly answered, "I think she's still getting over you."

I rolled my eyes. "Getting over me? Come on, that doesn't even make sense, Liz. I was the one that got dumped!"

"That's because she's liked Simon since forever. She wants to be with him, but just wanting to be with someone new doesn't mean she doesn't miss being with you. I know I do."

Her gaze trailed down my body, and I saw the physical longing in her eyes; saw her flashing back to the handful of hot nights the two of us had shared with Stephanie. I took a step towards Elizabeth, comfortably draping my arms around her waist. She had to lean back to look up at me, unconsciously lifting those spellbinding tits of hers up towards my face.

"You know, you and I don't have to miss that stuff," I whispered back.

But she held her ground: "Yes we do. Until Stephanie has really fully moved on, we do. Or people will get hurt."

I nodded, reluctantly letting her go, wryly thinking to myself that someone was already getting hurt--a certain part of my anatomy was hurting very, very much, thank you.

That night, under the admittedly false pretenses of needing help with some homework, I lured Talia up to my room. Soon as we were alone, it took her all of five seconds to deduce what my real intentions were.

"I'm sorry," she sighed, "but I think I've decided that the next person I'm gonna be with needs to be a girl."

"But—but--I thought we had a really good time together last week!"

"We did! And you helped me shake off all that horrible tension! It was keeping me so wound up, I couldn't even think for two seconds about what it was I really wanted. This whole bisexuality thing is a huge deal to me, and I need to go for it. The easy thing would be for me to just ignore it for now and go back to dating guys like I always did--but then I don't know if I'll ever have the guts to really try it out. And even if I do pursue it in college or whatever, it would be way too easy to just never tell my parents, which would be awful on all kinds of levels."

I guess I understood, but sometimes it sucks being the understanding one. When Talia left I was still so horny I wanted to die. The frustration had become unbearable. After a lifetime with almost no sexual experience, I had suddenly and without warning stepped into a world of never-ending arousal and no less than four gorgeous sexual partners in the space of a month. For a few weeks, I had gotten constant sex, and then it all just went away. Now that I knew what I had been missing all those years, it was torture to go without.

My dreams that night were an all-out assault of sexual imagery:

I saw Amy on all fours, her blazing red hair matted against sweaty skin, glancing back over her shoulder at me while her perfect ass beckoned. A single moist teardrop of arousal dripping from her cunt, down her inner thigh...

"I am gonna fuck you," she purred.

I stalked towards her, my aching, turgid member leading the way. I grabbed hold of her round, firm buttocks and, without preamble, thrust myself inside her from behind, pounding away furiously—doggie-style—the bare breasts I had long imagined swinging crazily as we fucked.

I reached forward to cup those beautiful tits and caught a whiff of Talia's perfume. Somehow, I was now inside Talia! I released one of her breasts and grabbed a handful of long, raven hair, pulling that exotic face back towards me for a fierce, angry kiss. My hips slapped loudly against her juicy ass--

We rolled over, never pulling our lips from each other. She was on top of me now, riding me cowgirl, and the epic tits bouncing against my chest were definitely bigger than Talia's. I looked into the face of my lover—now Stephanie--her eyes scrunched shut in pleasure as she moaned through the early stages of orgasm.

She threw her head back in ecstasy, presenting those beautiful breasts to my hungry eyes. I reached forward, squeezing them for all I was worth, watching the soft bounty of flesh overflow between my fingers—

My lover suddenly lowered her delicious breasts over my pole, looking up at me with Elizabeth's emerald eyes. Those angelic eyes sparkled lovingly as she squeezed her tits around my cock and gave me a world-class titfuck, playfully licking my cockhead on each downward stroke as it burst out the top of her amazing cleavage--

Then she was Corrine, laying on her back, and I was straddling her chest. She grabbed her own unbelievably large, oiled tits and squeezed them together lustily. I rudely shoved my cock into the cleave of that ripe, mountainous bosom, watched it completely disappear from sight with each thrust—felt the weight of my balls sliding across her chest--

My lover's unprovoked orgasm exploded in my mind like a kaleidoscope: Corrine screamed in pleasure. Talia screamed in pleasure. Amy screamed in pleasure. Stephanie screamed in pleasure. And Elizabeth screamed out my name.

"Agh!" I awoke with a cry, filling my boxers with hot, bubbling cum.

I got virtually no sleep that night. The next day at school I could hardly focus on anything. I barely spoke. I was a zombie in class. It felt like my body had rerouted so much blood to my cock that I was operating solely on my reptile brain: EAT. SLEEP. PROCREATE.

After school, I trailed behind Amy on our run, ragged with arousal. We finally came to a stop, the exercise doing nothing to calm me down. Why the hell did she have to wear a sports bra when we went running? Why couldn't she wear a parka or a cardboard box? Her nipples stared me in the face through the thin material.

"Are you busy the rest of the day?" she asked casually.

I swallowed. Was this going to be the day, at long last, when she followed through on her promise to blow my mind? I had a huge paper due the next day, but who cared?

"Nah, not really," I answered.

"Well, then maybe you could help me out with something. I guarantee you'll like it a whole lot."

That sounded promising. I shrugged, trying to disguise my absolute eagerness to follow her home. We got changed and started walking.

"So," I asked, "does this mean your dad is working the night shift again?"

"No, he's home."

I scratched my head for a moment, still operating off my reptile brain. "Then... we're not going to your house?"

"No," she answered matter-of-factly, "we're going to the mall."

Oh. Lame.

But it turned out not to be quite as lame as I had feared. Amy explained that, with Spring Break almost upon us, she wanted to buy a sexy new swimsuit to wear to the beach.

"I got the idea in my head when you had that pool party last month, and every girl but me had a fun suit to wear. I've always worn my swim team uniform as a matter of principal, I guess. You know, declaring to the world, 'I'm a jock, and I'm proud of it!' But this year I want to try something different. I want to wear something that makes all the boys at the beach sit up and go 'Whoa!'"

"And you want my advice?"

"Well, more like your reaction. You are a boy."

It was true. I had a painful reminder of the fact between my legs at that very moment.

The local mall had a special shop that catered to expensive women's swimwear, and Amy made an immediate beeline for them. As I watched her pick up various skimpy pieces of fabric to try on, I couldn't help but salivate at the prospect of what I was about to see. Some of those outfits were made with less material than my shoelaces.

When Amy was finally satisfied with her selection, we hurried back to the secluded area with the changing rooms—

But a stern-faced young woman stopped me from following my friend. "I'm sorry sir, no men allowed past here."

Amy wasn't gonna take any of that. She angrily placed her hands on her hips and got up in the woman's face:

"Listen, lady, these swimsuits are ridiculously expensive, and I need my friend's input on which one I look best in. You let him through, and I'll buy something. You keep being a pain, and you've just lost yourself a sale."

The woman glared intensely at Amy for about thirty seconds, then just gave up and wandered over to a customer on the other side of the store, pointedly not looking at us.




Bosom Buddies Ch. 04



We hurried inside the changing room area.

I fidgeted nervously, painfully aware of the cock trapped in my jeans as I watched Amy disappear into one of the changing stalls. Below the partition, I could see her pants drop down to the floor around her ankles, and a cute little pair of women's briefs follow suit. Amy stepped away from her discarded clothes, still wearing her socks.

My eyes flicked briefly over to the sign politely requesting that all women wear panties underneath the swimsuits they tried on, but hell if I was gonna point it out to Amy.

I watched as Amy's feet shifted position on the floor, clearly posing in front of the stall mirror in such a way that she could critique her impossibly perfect ass. I fought the urge to pull open the door and stare.

A second later, I watched her arms lift above the partition, tugging her shirt up over her head to be cast down to the floor beside her pants. I heard the distinctive snap as she undid her bra and watched as it too hit the floor at her feet. Inside that stall, Amy was buck naked except for those white cotton socks. Why was it that those socks made my mental image of her somehow sexier?

If I wasn't in public, I probably would have started touching myself right there. I was going crazy just imagining what was on the other side of that feeble changing room door--

It swung open and Amy smiled, looking proud and powerful in a sleek, electric blue two-piece. The fabric was not traditional swimsuit fabric, but some sort of stretchy rubber that gripped at her skin and clung to her tits. It was thick enough material that she looked a full cup-size larger than she really was, a factor which got me drooling from the get-go.

"What's the 'Whoa factor' on this one?" she asked.

I gestured for her to spin around.

Clearly getting a kick out of her little exhibitionist display, Amy turned to show off her derriere, which did a very nice job filling out that stretchy blue fabric. I couldn't help but admire the sculpt of her athletic body--the way her shapely legs flared out to that tight round ass, and then immediately curved back in to her tiny waist and toned midriff.

"Whoa factor is ten out of ten."

She pouted at my response. "You can't start with ten! You'll have nowhere to go if the other suits are better!"

"I call it like I see it. You look gorgeous."

With a tsk-tsk, Amy shut the door again and left me to imagine her beautiful lithe body once again stripping naked of everything but those silly socks. An eternity later, she opened the door.

I felt my knees go weak.

Her next choice was basically a dark green piece of dental floss. Her soft breasts swelled out in all directions around x-rated triangles of fabric, covered more by the wildfire hair flowing down off her shoulders than by the bathing suit itself. My eyes ran a marathon down her entire exposed midriff, past her sexy navel, all the way to the two square inches of fabric that covered her pussy. The smooth-shaven skin where her pubic hair was supposed to be was completely exposed, and somehow the sight of that exposed bare skin was the sexiest part of all.

"Holy shit, Amy! Twelve out of ten! Twelve!"

I must have made a really ridiculous face because Amy got this huge, shit-eating grin upon seeing my reaction and couldn't stop laughing. I gestured for her to turn around and show me the back, but she shook her head. I sighed with mock frustration--

"How am I supposed to make an informed decision without seeing your ass?"

"You already said twelve!"

"Pshh, that was just a preliminary estimate. Once I see your ass it might go up to thirteen."

She giggled, refusing to budge. "I am NOT getting this suit, Ian. It's way too small! I want to look sexy, not like a fucking clown."

"Show me how your butt looks!"

"My butt just looks like a butt, it's completely exposed."

I playfully torqued my head to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of her ass in the stall's mirror—but before I could really take it in she slammed the door shut again.

"Bad boy!" she called from the other side.

If the last swimsuit had been too small, the next suit was too big. It was an uber-sexy silver one-piece, with huge holes cut in the sides exposing everything from her bare hips to the sides of her large breasts. The neckline went all the way up to her throat, where it tied around her neck with a black choker.

"Twenty out of ten," I stammered.

Amy was starting to really enjoy my reactions. "Really?" she teased. "You like this one better? Why is that? Is it because the fabric is so loose around my boobs that they practically spill out every time I do this—"

She leaned forward, letting her loose-fitting swimsuit droop until I could see almost her entire breast through the window cut into the side. My eyes glazed over with lust, and the easy humor of our situation dropped from my mind. I was no longer just ogling my sexy friend as she tried on swimsuits, I was sizing up a body I was determined to fuck.

Amy must have picked up on my change in attitude, because she quickly straightened back up, breasts jiggling from the motion. "What are you thinking about right now?" she teased.

I don't know where it came from, but I boldy responded, "I'm thinking about walking up to you, reaching my hands inside those big holes some genius cut in the sides of your suit, and grabbing hold of your tits."

Amy's nipples grew visibly rigid beneath her suit. My frustration was really turning her on.

"You mean like this?"

She sensuously slid her hands up her sides, trailing her own slender fingers across the exposed sides of her breasts, then she darted those fingers beneath the fabric of her suit, cupping the full weight of her tits. I couldn't take this much longer—

"I'm not getting this one, either, it's way too big."

Somehow I suspected Amy had chosen those last two suits knowing they would look exactly the way they did, but I kept silent as she shut the door yet again and went back to work getting herself naked.

Seriously, how angry would she really be if I just opened that door right now and got a good look at the body she had been teasing me with all these months? The body I had once felt atop me while I had my fingers inside her and she had her fingers around me. The body I had glimpsed that one time she and I had masturbated in bed together and she had hopped out to change her underwear. The body she had promised to show me and share with me, the body I had fantasized about every single time we went running...

Don't be a creep, Ian. She'll let you know when she's ready...

Soon as Amy opened the changing room door, I stepped inside there with her.

This time she was wearing a pastel purple tie-on bikini that, combined with her fiery red hair, made it impossible for me not to think about the two little seashells covering the breasts of The Little Mermaid. The naughty contrast between Amy's incredible, fuck-worthy body and her bikini's association with an innocent children's movie put my urges over the top.

I grunted with desire as I closed the distance between us. Amy stopped my advance by placing her palm on the crotch of my jeans, testing the hardness of the cock beneath.

"Now THAT's the reaction I was hoping for," she laughed.

I shut the changing room door behind me, crowding our bodies together in the cramped space. Amy's eyes twinkled mischievously as she realized my intent:

"Just what do you think you're doing?"

I kept advancing. Amy reflexively took a step back, her ass bumping against the mirror. My hands found her hips, fingers toying with the single, loose knot holding up her suit. Her own fingers dropped to my wrists, teasing across the backs of my hands. Her hot, naughty smile unmistakable--

"Today's the day," I said simply, then I tugged loose the tie on her skimpy little bottoms and watched them drop to the floor.

Amy watched my eyes as I stared at her beautiful bald pussy, playing my fingers across the smooth skin. Over her shoulder, I caught her reflection in the mirror; saw the exceptional bare butt I had lusted after for so long. I hungrily reached behind her and squeezed, watching the reflection as my hands—my own hands and no one else's—grabbed hold of her body and explored.

Amy leaned into me, enjoying all the attention. I felt her tongue graze my earlobe as she whispered, "But someone's gonna hear us!"

"And your dirty, exhibitionist mind is gonna love every second of it."

I impatiently yanked aside her delicate bikini top, freeing a pair of gorgeous, healthy tits. The small piece of purple fabric still hung from her neck, resting atop her full beasts. I drank in the sight of her incredibly body in its entirety: from the stunning red hair on her head to the white cotton socks on her feet. Every inch of this woman radiated sex.

I pushed her back, sandwiching Amy between my body and the changing room wall as I crashed my mouth down upon hers. Her sweet tongue wrestled in my mouth for a moment, then she gently bit down on my lower lip and gave it a tug.

Holy shit, I was hard.

"Mmm... took you long enough," she teased.

"Took ME long enough?" I snarled, forcibly spinning her around so that her ass pressed into my crotch. I reached around and roughly palmed her breasts. "You've been keeping me on a fucking hook! What day were you planning on making good on your promise to fuck me, anyway?"

I jabbed my fingers down and furiously rubbed at her soaking wet clit. Grinning devilishly, Amy wiggled her hips, grinding that bare ass against my jeans.

"I was waiting—ooh, yes—waiting for the day you finally took the initiative, dumbass! Some girls want their man to take charge, you know."

But-! But-! Aw, fuck it.

We were here now, trapped in this ridiculous little room, and we weren't going anywhere until I had good and truly fucked that tight body of hers. I pushed Amy against the mirror long enough to drop my jeans and boxers to the floor, then I pulled her right back against me, thrilling at the feel of my naked cock resting in the warm cleft of her dancer's ass. I pushed my hips back and forth, stimulating my shaft between the globes of her butt while I bit down on her shoulder—hard.

"I love your fucking body so fucking much," I breathed in her ear. Where had that come from? It was like another guy's voice was coming out of my mouth. I never talked that way to the other girls.

"What do you love about my body? I want you to tell me." Her breath fogged the mirror as she spoke.

"I love your hair," I gave her hair a quick yank, eliciting an excited shriek. "I love your face, and your neck..."

Her breath caught as my teeth gently grazed the vulnerable skin of her throat. My hands traveled down her body as I continued, "I love all these little freckles on your tits, I love the way your nipples feel between my fingers..."

"Mmm!" she moaned. I gave those nipples a sudden tug, and Amy spun back to face me, pulling my lips to hers for a fiery kiss that left us both gasping for air. Our bodies mashed together as we kissed, sandwiching the full length of my cock against her toned stomach. She frantically yanked the shirt over my head and planted a dozen sloppy kisses across my naked chest.

"I love your perfect ass," I went on. "You've got the greatest ass in all creation."

"Aw," she stammered between kisses, "That's—so—sweet--"

She bit down on my nipple. Wow.

"But what about this?"

She pulled my hand up between her legs, against the smooth, slippery folds of her clean-shaven pussy.

"That I cannot wait to get my mouth on."

"Your mouth? Who said anything about your mouth?" She clenched her fist around my painfully hard shaft. "I want this."

I just nodded in agreement.

With a display of flexibility that practically made me cum right then and there, she lifted one of her perfectly sculpted legs straight up and rested an adorable, sock-covered ankle on my shoulder. She then wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled herself up into the air—

Ballet is awesome, by the way.

Her ripe breasts smashed against my face as she changed position, swinging both legs around my waist and pretzling them across my back.

I pushed the unbearably hard tip of my cock inside her slick gash, then let her drop back down again, burying me to the root as we allowed gravity to do our fucking for us. Her eyes scrunched shut in ecstasy.

"Yesss..."

My athletic lover pulled herself up again as I bent my legs, pulling out, then dropped herself back down as I thrust up against her.

It was a powerful, physical, almost animal kind of sex I had never experienced before. Amy's face looked wild and predatory, like a jungle cat fighting for her life. Her breasts clapped loudly against my chest with each thrust, bouncing deliciously with each withdrawal.

Again, I looked into the mirror over her shoulder, groaning at what I saw:

There I was, holding Amy's lithe body in my arms as we fucked. Her perfect ass bouncing up and down with my movements, the rigid thickness of my shaft disappearing into the furnace of her cunt, her long mane of red hair tossing back and forth across her slender, naked back.

"Look at us," I whispered, twisting around so that Amy could see the mirror as well—

The sight of our naked, sweaty bodies slamming together caused her whole body to start shaking uncontrollably.

She went completely ape shit, doubling the speed of our fucking, racing for the finish line. We were both so aroused it had become painful, and we were desperate for relief.

"Fuck!" she screamed, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuh-uh-uh-uck..."

There was no way the other women in the store didn't hear her, but I figured that was what Amy wanted. I, for one, loved the idea of everyone else hearing our frantic sex.

I clamped my hands around my lover's firm buttocks and changed the angle of my thrusts, pounding forwards instead of upwards, so that my pelvis shoved rapid-fire against her clit. Amy went through the roof, her words incoherent. Her fingers clamped so tightly into my shoulder muscles I could only thank God she kept her nails trimmed.

"Yes!" she screamed, "Yes!"

I saw her beautiful orgasm both live and in our reflection. Two times the visual aid was too much for mortal man to endure.

I came deep inside Amy, and we both lost our balance, tumbling through the flimsy door of the changing room and crashing down onto the shag carpet.

"You okay?" I asked.

"I'm awesome, you?"

"Awesome. Nothing broken. Next time, we'll use a bed."

"Agreed."

We suddenly realized that the stern young woman from before was standing not ten feet away, her blouse a mess and her face flushed with desire. She reflexively yanked her hand out from beneath the waistband of her slacks, caught:

"I just came back here to—I wasn't—"

She stopped mid-sentence and retreated back into the store. We both burst out laughing.

I turned my attention to the gorgeous naked woman on top of me and gave her a final, satiating kiss--

"So, Amy, which swimsuit are you getting?"

"Fuck it," she giggled. "I'll take 'em all!"



Bosom Buddies Ch. 05



(Author's note: Everyone in this story is at least 18 years old)

(And thanks to ErikaKane, yet again, for editing)

CHAPTER 5

OCTOBER, SENIOR YEAR...

"We've got fifteen minutes of sun left, people, let's see some hustle!"

Damn, that girl was loud. My ears had grown accustomed to the gale-force winds blowing in from the ocean, and her voice still made me flinch.

There were five of us on that beach, all told. Nick was bitching about his werewolf costume, Dan was fumbling with the camera, Andy had given up trying to record usable sound over the unexpected wind, I was doing my absolute best to concentrate on directing the upcoming scene (and not the big-breasted girl changing her clothes in my parents' minivan)—

And then, there was Rachel.

Rachel Klein, to be precise. Our producer, and tyrannical leader of the school's AV Club. Four feet and ten inches of undiluted, badass motherfucker. No makeup ("Fuck that, do you realize how long it takes to put on makeup? I'm adding years onto my lifespan!"), neon blue hair in a high-pony, size 5 steel-toed boots, and razor-sharp glasses.

I guess I sort of had a crush on her for a while. Not sure if it was because I was still really insecure around women back then and her super aggressive personality kind of thrilled me, or if it was just because she never wore a bra.

Another gust of salty wind blasted us, practically toppling our petite little producer into the sand. "Fuck! Fuck this fucking wind!"

I could see that her little tantrum was having an adverse effect on everyone's morale, so I quietly suggested she tone it down a notch. Rachel didn't like that--

"Listen, Ian, you guys can be happy, or you guys can be miserable, but it doesn't change the fact that, if we don't get this shot off in the next fifteen minutes, we will be filming a daytime scene in the dark!"

"Okay, okay! I'll go see if our leading lady is ready yet."

I hurried across the miserable grey beach, cold sand hopping down inside my shoes with each step. The beat-up minivan my parents had recently bequeathed me on my eighteenth birthday was parked not far off, covered with a tarp to protect the modesty of the young lady inside—

That tarp blew off as I approached. For a fraction of a second, I caught a glimpse through the windshield of an unbelievably gorgeous body: the nude back of a perfect, hourglass figure, the side of a magnificent breast, hidden teasingly behind a curtain of long blonde hair...

With a shriek, Corrine ducked down and covered herself up.

"Sorry!" I shouted, averting my eyes and chasing after the damn tarp. "The wind got it, hang on!"

By the time I had retrieved that fucking tarp and returned to the van, my beautiful "actress" was already dressed, the brief costume I had picked out from her closet a day earlier hidden beneath a bathrobe to protect her from the wind.

"Sorry, Corrine! Sorry! I didn't see anything!"

"Then why apologize?" She smirked knowingly at me and hurried over to where we were shooting on the beach. She was so damn tall, the bathrobe looked almost miniature on her—long, smooth legs exposed up to her ass as she trotted across the sand.

I quickly ran my two actors through the scene--a pretty simple "monster chases girl" affair, and then quietly asked Corrine to hand me her robe.

Ever the tease, she made a show of fumbling with the knot. I glanced over my shoulder to see Rachel impatiently tapping her watch.

Corrine suddenly took my hand and drew it to the belt of her robe, mere inches below the enormous curve of her breasts. "I can't get it undone, could you do it for me?"

I knew she was just playing with me, but we were on a deadline and I didn't want to listen to any more of Rachel's bitching, so I said nothing and quickly untied Corrine's robe. I had to remind my hands to stop shaking like some scared little kid's as I loosed the knot and watched her robe fall open before my eyes.

She was NOT wearing the outfit I had picked out for her. I had picked out the sexiest thing I could find in Corrine's closet: a low-cut cotton top with bikini panties. She had modeled the outfit for me briefly, and I had been fantasizing about seeing her in it again ever since. I had spent the entirety of last night jerking off to visions of Corrine's cantaloupe-sized tits bouncing away in that little cotton top.

But I wasn't exactly disappointed by the surprise. The costume Corrine had decided to wear instead was about a thousand times hotter than anything I could have imagined. I gulped as my brain soaked up the sight before me: The hottest chick I had ever met, dressed in a tiny, white lace nightie that barely covered her amazing chest. The narrow neckline plunged down like a dagger between her unsupported tits, the weightless lace fabric resting gently on her succulent curves. Below the shelf of those world-class breasts, the whiff of fabric became almost transparent, and it cascaded down to past a pair of frilly white thong underwear.

This probably sounds crazy, but it almost saddened me, seeing Corrine at that moment. The rest of the world suddenly seemed so much less awesome in comparison. I seriously just wanted to drown myself in her cleavage and die happy. I struggled to find my voice:

"You look so—I mean—Th-That's—"

"Thanks. I figured this would be more memorable."

She was right. I still remember every detail of that nightie, all these years later, but I can't for the life of me remember why the script I wrote called for her character to be dressed in sleeping clothes, at the beach, in the middle of the day. Go figure.

Corrine slid the robe off her shoulders and handed it to me, turning to reveal her slender, nude back and a pair of sexily exposed ass cheeks sashaying beneath the veil of her nightie. A white satin bow sat perched like a bunny tail atop her beautiful butt, dancing with every movement. She headed off to her mark—

Nobody else was doing what they were supposed to. Not Dan with the camera, not Andy with the sound, not even Rachel. We were all just staring at Corrine's unbelievable figure and the meager piece of white lace attempting to conceal it.

Rachel unintentionally let out an amorous sigh of desire, revealing more about her personal sexual preferences than she'd probably intended. As soon as the sound escaped her lips, Rachel froze, caught. The rest of us spun towards her in surprise, but she angrily dismissed our inquisitive smiles and waved us back to work. I couldn't help but notice how Rachel's nipples were poking through her shirt, hard as rocks.

"Okay, I'm recording!" Dan shouted from behind the camera.

"You're supposed to say 'rolling!'" Rachel insisted.

"Er—Rolling! Wolf-Guard, Scene twelve, take one!"

I shouted action, and Corrine dutifully took off screaming down the beach. Her huge, bouncing breasts threatened to swing free of that nightie with every step, but somehow her nipples never popped into view. I was just glad to have her bundled robe in my hands--it gave me an easy excuse to conceal my outstanding erection.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blasted in from the sea, throwing up a spray of mist and promising to rip the skimpy costume right off Corrine's body--

But she didn't stop running.

She stayed in character the whole time, reflexively hugging her costume against her chest, squashing the bountiful flesh of her bosom beneath her arms. Nick made his entrance as the wolf right on time, everybody hit their marks...

"And... cut!"

The shot was perfect on our first, and only, take. We finished just as the sun hit the edge of the horizon and the sky turned orange.

As Corrine walked back over to me, I could see the moisture of the sea spray clinging to her skin, the lightly damp fabric of her nightie hugging tight to her curves. She shivered, moist breasts jiggling uncontrollably.

I tried not to stare at the prominent nipples poking out towards me through the cold wet fabric of her costume.

"How did that look?" she asked.

"It looked awesome! Baywatch, eat your heart out."

"Literally, in my case. Nick still rips out my heart and eats it at the end of the movie, right?"

She was really excited to be in this shitty movie of mine, and I couldn't be happier.

"Thanks for everything, Corrine."

"Oh, pssh, this is so much fun! And call me Corry, everyone else does."

She took the robe from my hands and strolled over towards the water, to watch the sunset. For the few fleeting seconds before she put her robe back on, I saw the shape of her naked body through that lace nightie, silhouetted against the backdrop of the setting sun; saw the outline of her impossibly firm breasts...

"I'll be damned, dude," Andy whispered to me, "I think she actually likes you."

I dismissed his comment with a wave of my hand. "Yeah, right. A girl like that? And a guy like me? Never gonna happen. NEVER gonna happen."

APRIL, SENIOR YEAR...

It was late, I was tired, and I couldn't stop staring at Corrine's tits. I was up in her room, helping her prepare for a big upcoming test, and she had decided to repay me by donning that same damn nightie she had worn months ago for her first scene in Wolf-Guard.

"If you're gonna stay up helping me, you may as well enjoy the view."

I assured Corrine I would always enjoy the view around her, but I wasn't exactly going to argue the point. In any case, I'm pretty sure her motive for donning that outfit was significantly less altruistic--she always found my obvious obsession with her breasts wildly entertaining and simply wanted to put on a show.

Again, I wasn't gonna argue.

After a couple hours, I didn't even bother trying to hide my erection anymore. I occasionally caught Corrine's eyes darting down to make sure I was still painfully hard.

When we finally finished studying and I got up to head out, Corrine stopped me at the door, pulling me in for a long, wet, thank-you kiss on the lips. The full weight of her barely covered breasts toppled against my chest.

I let out a groan, feeling my hands slide unbidden down her back and across the curve of her ass.

"If I didn't know you better, Corry, I'd think you were trying to seduce me."

She pulled away from me, a sadistically naughty smile on her face. "But you do know me better, don't you?"

I let out a long, exasperated sigh and nodded. "Well enough to know you're just teasing."

Corrine faltered a bit from the disappointment in my voice. She looked me in the eyes and asked, "But you like it, right?"

"Yeah," I grumbled, "I like it."

Once I was back in my car, I took a series of deep breaths, trying to get my brain cogent enough for a safe drive home. Truth was, I DIDN'T like it anymore. Up until a couple months ago, Corrine's incessant, good-natured teasing had been fun and exciting for me. I had been a hopeless virgin, and that teasing had been the highlight of my every day. I went to bed every night with fresh memories of her huge, tantalizing tits waving in my face. I had jerked off and cum to fantasies of Corrine's body more times than I could count.

But I wasn't that same guy anymore. I'd buried myself to the hilt between Talia's warm legs. I'd showered my semen across Elizabeth and Stephanie's beautiful bare breasts. And I'd watched my reflection in the changing room mirror as my cock brought Amy to an angry, animal climax.

After all that, I no longer saw Corrine as untouchable. She'd stopped intimidating me the way she used to. Her over-the-top teasing had gone from wildly arousing to maddeningly frustrating. I didn't just want to fantasize about Corrine anymore. I was over that. I legitimately wanted to fuck her, to pin her to the bed and drive my dick inside her with a year's worth of pent-up desire.

By the time I got home, I was way overdue for sleep. I collapsed onto my bed fully-clothed, but as soon as I closed my eyes, a highlight reel of Corrine's tits started playing in my head: Every skimpy top she ever wore to cover them up, the way they would bounce a little bit each time she laughed, and that one moment, all those weeks ago, when Talia had peeled off Corrine's bikini top and finally bared those glorious melons to me for that first and only time.

My fist grasped hold of my achingly hard cock, dying for some release...

But with an angry sigh I changed my mind. I didn't want to cum tonight. Not yet. I was still saving up for my next encounter with Amy.

Amy showed up for school the next day dressed in a dark green baby tee that exposed her toned midriff and skintight cutoff shorts. She was also wearing makeup for maybe the third time in her life, and her eyes in particular looked stunning. Soon as she saw me, Amy happily pressed her sexy body against me for a hug, then grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face to hers for a long, hot kiss in full view of everyone passing by.

It had been four whole days since I'd fucked Amy at the mall, and cruel fate hadn't given us another opportunity to be alone together since. But I saw a twinkle in her eyes as she finished kissing me, and she pressed her soft lips to my ear, whispering:

"My dad's working late tonight. What do you say we go by my place after school today and you can fuck me for hours and hours?"

I grinned at the prospect: We would have total privacy to do all the wonderful things our horny teenage minds could think up. I couldn't wait for the school day to end.

Amy gave my ear a nibble and pulled away—which is when I noticed Elizabeth standing nearby, watching us with wide eyes. I wasn't exactly sure what to make of her reaction. The fact that Amy and I had hooked up wasn't a secret to any of our friends, Elizabeth included, and I couldn't understand why our public display of affection four days later would weird her out so much.

"Hey Liz, you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah! Yeah, just—thinking about something."

She trotted off, red in the face. Amy rolled her eyes, but I chased after Elizabeth—

"Liz! Hey, Liz!"

She disappeared into the girls' bathroom. I hesitated for a second, but then my brain reminded me: It's not like there was a wire fence keeping you out, jackass, just a stick figure in a dress.

So I went in.

Elizabeth looked up at me in surprise as I approached. Thankfully, we had the place to ourselves for the moment. I put a reassuring hand on her shoulder--

"Sweetie, what is going on?"

"Nothing, I'm just being dumb."

I pulled Elizabeth to me in a bear hug and planted a kiss on her forehead--

"You're not being dumb, something's upsetting you. Is it me and Amy?"

"No! I mean, not really. It's everybody. Every time I see Steph now, she's with Simon, and they're all cutesy at each other. And then I see you and Amy together, and Talia and Rachel—"

"Liz, Amy and I aren't exactly--Wait, Talia and Rachel?"

Elizabeth raised a confused eyebrow for a moment, then suddenly remembered, "Oh, that's right, you weren't there at the party last night! Talia made out with Rachel Klein and they're together now. I saw them holding hands during passing period this morning, it was adorable."

She muttered the word "adorable" with just a hint of venom in her voice.

I choked on a laugh, in spite of myself. Liz gave me a look, but I quickly assured her, "No, it's not you, it's just funny how things turn out sometimes. At the start of this year I sort of had a crush on Rachel."

That made Elizabeth laugh, too. "Seriously? Ian, she's like the most cliché, obvious lesbian ever."

I just shrugged, "People see things the way we want them to be."

"I don't. I always see the worst possible outcome to any situation."

"And yet somehow you're the warmest, sweetest, kindest person I've ever met."

Her lovely green eyes met mine for an unexpectedly long moment, but she finally shrugged me off.

"I just feel left out, seeing all these couples everywhere."

I sighed, "Liz, Amy and I aren't a 'couple.' She made that abundantly clear to me. Five minutes after we hooked up, Amy said, 'Just to be clear, you aren't my boyfriend. I don't have boyfriends. I have guys I fuck more than once.'"

"That's Amy, alright," Elizabeth laughed. "She's such a guy."

"Well... not all of her."

Liz rolled her eyes and we hurried off to class.

Later that day, Rachel Klein had lunch with our group for the first time, and I was blown away by just how un-Rachel-like she behaved. She actually gave me a hug hello; the Rachel that produced Wolf-Guard would never have given me a hug hello.

Her drastic change in demeanor was a complete mystery to me for about fifteen minutes, until Rachel explained how, in the intervening months, she had discovered the mellowing properties of marijuana and become a far more palatable human being.

Apparently, its medicinal uses extend to curing "kind of a bitch."

Elizabeth was right: Rachel and Talia were adorable together. I couldn't remember ever seeing Talia so affectionate with anyone, despite the fact that she'd only been with her new girlfriend for a day. She looked at Rachel with all the giddiness of a first crush. When our lunch break came to an end, I watched with more than a little fascination as the two beautiful young women pressed their lips together for a long, sensual, goodbye kiss.

As they drew apart, Rachel teased the tip of tip of her tongue along the edge of Talia's lower lip. I couldn't help but entertain a very typical male fantasy...

Amy and I skipped our typical after-school workout, expecting to get plenty of exercise once we got to her place. Still, my feisty redheaded friend and I were so eager to get down to business that we couldn't help but run the last half mile or so.

We barely made it inside the front door before clothes started coming off.

Amy grabbed a fistful of my T-shirt and yanked me through the threshold, slamming the door behind us with a balletic sweep of her toned leg. Our bodies crashed together and I gave her hair a quick tug, tilting her face up towards mine for a fierce kiss on the lips.

She rubbed my cock through my jeans as I unzipped her cutoffs and peeled them down off her hips, never taking my mouth from hers.

Impatient, I clapped my hands against her buttocks, covered only by a thin white pair of cotton briefs, and squeezed. It didn't matter how many times I held Amy's ass in my hands—I would never get used to just how amazingly firm it felt.

"Mmm... upstairs," she breathed, then turned and ascended the steps, tugging me along by my belt like an obedient pet. She climbed each step with agonizing slowness, purposefully waving her butt back and forth in my face as we went, her delicious round ass stretching out those cotton panties—

I couldn't wait one second longer. I had to get us upstairs RIGHT NOW. I raised my hand up between Amy's legs to cup her twat against my palm, pushing slightly to urge her upwards. She yelped in surprise, but playfully fought back, slowing us down even more. The fabric of her panties was completely soaked through with her desire, and I could feel every detail of her hot pussy against my hand. It was driving me crazy with lust.

I lifted my hand into her crotch more forcefully, demanding she keep going. Amy's hormones must have overpowered her competitive nature, because she finally relented and hurried upstairs on quivering legs, her face flushed red with desire. I kept my palm firmly pressed against her wetness the whole time.

When we finally reached the upstairs hallway, I grabbed hold of Amy's panties and peeled them down off her butt, marveling at how much smaller they looked when they weren't stretched out around the globes of her perfect ass.

She stumbled as I did this, toppling to the carpeted floor, fiery hair spilling across her face. She panted, the strands of hair covering her face wafting with every breath. As Amy lay there on her back, her smooth-shaven pussy glistened at me--an invitation I could not pass up. I dove in between her legs, and hungrily sucked her slick lips into my mouth.




Bosom Buddies Ch. 05



"Oh fuck!" Amy screamed as I continued my assault, pushing the length of my tongue into her slit. I felt her thighs wrap around me, her ankles locking together behind my head to pull my hungry mouth tighter against her core.

God, I love going down on girls. I grabbed onto her thighs for dear life as I shook my head back and forth, tonguing her clit as I went—

"Fuck, Ian, I'm already so close!"

She propped herself on her hands and arched her back, thrusting her pelvis against me; ferociously humping my face. My hands found her elevated butt cheeks and squeezed them to support her weight, feeling the muscles tighten with her every thrust.

I latched my mouth around her clit and sucked as hard as I can, slathering it with my tongue in vacuum—

"Oh fuck—Oh fuck—Ohhhh!"

The girl was a climaxing machine. She kept me prisoner; her legs clamped around my head as she screamed out my name for minute after minute. When she finally let me go, my tongue could barely move. Never had THAT happen before.

After witnessing the ferocity of Amy's orgasm, I was about a millimeter and a half away from coming myself. Still recovering, my gorgeous friend crawled towards me, pushing me onto my back with a touch of her finger.

With infinite tenderness, she undid my belt and lowered my painfully uncomfortable jeans. Her hand rested soothingly atop the erection straining my boxers, holding it steady until I was accustomed to the feel of her hand against me.

Smiling, she dragged my boxers down as well, her eyes widening in delight at the sight of my throbbing penis.

"I love cocks so much," she cooed, "I just don't understand the girls who think they're weird. They're like the awesomest things in the universe."

I sat paralyzed as she reached her fingertips towards me, only to stop just before making contact. Instead, Amy leaned in and gently breathed warm air across the sensitive skin, making my already hard member jolt upright at extreme attention.

"Your cock is absolutely beautiful. It's like the perfect shape."

With that, she grasped hold of me with her fingers and lovingly touched the head of my cock against her soft cheek, relishing the naughty feel of it. I sucked in air, trying to keep my climax at bay. It felt like I had a thirty megaton time bomb about to explode in her face.

She lowered her head, letting her lips brush ever so slightly along the length of my shaft until her mouth was pressed against the warmth of my balls. She took a naughty nibble on my scrotum, gently tugging the sensitive skin with her teeth. I moaned uncontrollably. We both knew I was close.

Amy lifted her head, drawing her wet tongue up along my cock with slow, purposeful strokes. She gently clamped her teeth around the skin of my shaft and tugged that as well, sending a lightning storm of excitement through my whole body.

Then, finally, she reached the tip of my penis and delicately grazed her teeth along the smooth dome of my cockhead as she took me into her small mouth—

And kept going.

I watched in amazement as inch after inch slowly disappeared between the soft wet lips stretched around my width.

"Holy crap, Amy! How did—how did you—"

Then she sucked in her cheeks and I was in heaven. Amy slowly withdrew, exposing my glistening penis as she went. I would have given anything at that moment if she would just let me cum...

Then, all of a sudden, she went totally wild, bobbing up and down crazily, gliding her wiggling tongue along my length as she went. Her fingers latched onto my balls and I exploded into her mouth, over and over again.

"Mmm!" she moaned as my boiling semen splashed against the inside of her cheek.

Her wildly aroused eyes burned into mine as she sucked down and swallowed every single drop of my load. My cock was still half-hard when she pulled off her mouth with a plop.

"You had a lot in you," she giggled.

We retired to Amy's bedroom and she put her prized porno in the VCR. With the "actors" providing atmospheric groaning in the background, I pulled Amy's mini-T over her head and drank in the sight of her athletic body on that frilly pink bed, completely naked except for her socks and the simple white bra concealing her nice, ripe tits.

She pushed out her chest towards me, offering herself up to my hungry gaze. I slipped the bra straps off her shoulders, watching as the swell of her lightly freckled breasts bulged out above the cups. My fingers traced along the line of Amy's bra, daringly darting inside to tease her nipples.

I had a little trouble with the clasp in the back, but my efforts were well rewarded when Amy's luscious tits bounced unobstructed into view. I immediately put them in my mouth.

She threw her head back in ecstasy, tossing her mane of wild red hair with it. I sucked and suckled, exploring the texture of her nipples with my tongue. She panted like an animal, the sound bringing my recently relieved cock back to a respectable hardness.

"You can—use your teeth a little—if you want to..." she muttered, almost incoherent.

I honestly hadn't been thinking about that, but her tone sounded more like a plea than anything. I placed one of her erect nipples into my mouth and ever so gently bit down.

Amy shuddered from the intensity, her eyes scrunched shut, her stomach muscles clenched tight. I briefly replaced the firmness of my teeth on her nipple with the softness of my tongue—then bit down again to remind her I was there.

"Oh!" she gasped in shock.

My dick was already hard as a rock.

Amy must've felt it poking into her thigh because she quickly grabbed hold of me and began rubbing my tip along the edge of her smooth cunt while I sucked on her breasts.

I started to inch myself inside, but her hand against my pelvis stopped me short—

"Please, just a bit longer, I'm not quite ready yet."

I promptly switched my mouth to her other breast and gently bit down on the nipple. She spasmed beneath my body and firmly pressed my erection against the nub of her engorged clit.

My cock was getting soaked in her juices down there. She whimpered beautifully, "Now I'm ready."

I maneuvered my weight onto my hands as I pushed inside of Amy, feeling her body welcome me in, squeezing like a glove. Our hips rolled together in an easy rhythm and I watched with delight as the flesh of Amy's breasts bounced and shuddered beneath me with every thrust.

We paced ourselves, enjoying the vibe as we casually went at it, our moans of pleasure mixing with the moans coming from Amy's small TV.

"You enjoying yourself?" she asked, scraping her fingernails across my nipples.

"Oh, Hell yes."

I grabbed her tits for leverage as I shoved my cock back inside of her.

"Hey Amy, you wanna do it with me behind you?"

She nodded excitedly. I withdrew my length from her lithe body and flipped Amy onto her stomach. She swung her legs off the side of the bed, presenting me with a spectacular view of her butt. I hopped off the bed and took up position behind her, making sure to run my hands down her slender back and across those beautiful, toned ass cheeks. I even gave her a nice, firm smack for good measure.

Then Amy did something only Amy could do: she lifted her legs up and to the sides, spreading out along the edge of the bed in a perfect split. She arched her back, glancing over her shoulder at me with a daring look in her eyes.

This girl was amazing.

My hot, slick erection slid across the curve of her buttocks until the tip was aligned with her opening—then I entered her from behind in a single, smooth thrust.

"Ohhh..."

It wasn't exactly the most comfortable sex position I've ever been in, but oh man, the view was something else: red hair cascading down Amy's back, her green eyes flashing at me, my pelvis bouncing eagerly against the cushion of her ass.

Amy's toes curled in pleasure as she let out a low, hungry growl.

I grabbed hold of her shapely thighs as I built up speed, pounding harder and harder until I could see the impact of my thrusts sending ripples across her skin. The side of a single, beautiful breast swung in and out of my field of vision—taunting me--until I couldn't bear it anymore—

My fingers released their grip on her thighs and snapped forward, squeezing at her tits with wild abandon. Amy and I shouted out strings of blissful obscenities, each of us trying to scream louder than the other as I fucked her from behind and roughly groped her breasts.

Then, all of a sudden, Amy got very quiet; almost zen-like. She whimpered quietly, her eyes scrunched shut as a pending, massive orgasm built inside of her. Such a sexy sound...

I felt a familiar tightness in my balls and knew that neither of us was long for this world. Amy's jaw went slack, unconsciously bracing herself for the shockwave of pleasure about to explode through her body—

I threw myself atop Amy and pinned her to the bed, my bodyweight driving her clit down hard against the friction of her frilly pink bedspread as my hips bucked desperately against her ass—

A shockwave of pleasure rolled between the two of us that just wouldn't stop.

We came. And came. And came. And came.

And then we heard the front door open downstairs.

"What the—Amy?!" her dad's angry, terrifying voice echoed through the whole house. I hurriedly pulled out of Amy and she spun around, eyes wide in fright. The one thing on earth that spooked Amy was her dad's temper.

We were fucked. That's all there was to it. Our clothes were scattered in a trail up the stairs and into her bedroom. We couldn't get dressed, even if we wanted to. Our amazing, blissful fuck session from five seconds ago was instantly forgotten.  

In a blind, irrational panic, Amy suggested, "You could go out the window! There's a tree—"

She pulled back her curtains, revealing a backyard with a feeble, distant oak tree that taunted me with visions of a shattered spine.

"Amy, I'd die. And I'm naked. So I'd die naked. I don't want to die naked."

We suddenly heard Amy's dad stomping up the staircase outside. Amy sprung to her feet, crossed the room in a blur, and slammed the door shut.

"Just a minute, dad!"

Outside, her dad must have started coming to his senses, because we heard the thunderous footsteps come to a halt at the top of the stairs. After a long, quiet moment, Amy's dad muttered, "Goddammit, Amy," and then turned back downstairs and out the front door, slamming it behind him.

Amy let out a long sigh and slumped naked onto her bed, visibly shaken by the near confrontation. I'd never seen her so scared before.

"It'll be okay," I offered, "Just a little awkward. It's not like he thinks you're still a virgin or anything."

Amy tried to fight it with everything she had, but nonetheless tears welled up in her eyes. "Not in this house!" she snapped. "He said never in his house! It was really important to him. I just never thought that he'd..."

Her voice broke, prompting the girl to stop talking lest she break down into sobs. I hugged Amy close, something I had never been inclined to do before in my entire life. The girl NEVER cried.

"He's just being a dad," I whispered, "He doesn't want to think about his little girl turning into a woman. That's all it is. Just a little awkwardness."

She shook her head against my shoulder. "He used to be so proud of me, came to every single game—but ever since I started having sex with guys he just acts so ashamed of me. He wanted me to wait until I was married. It's bullshit! If I was a boy, he'd be all proud that I was getting laid. It's like he expects me to be two different things!"

I ran my fingers through her long, red hair, letting her calm down in her own time. After a long while, she finally regained her composure:

"I can't believe I'm fucking crying! What the hell is wrong with me?"

There was the old Amy, again. I couldn't help but smile. "Nothing is wrong with you, Amy. Your dad's still parenting in first gear, and he needs to shift to third. You're just being you."

She nodded, moving away from me to retrieve her bra. We both got dressed in silence. Amy suggested I head out before her dad got back, and I reluctantly agreed that it was probably for the best. The two of them needed to have a long, uncomfortable talk about some things.

I walked home half worried that Amy's dad was gonna pop out of the bushes and Rodney King my ass into the pavement. But it was not to be. In fact, the next time I did see Amy's dad, he was actually pretty cool towards me. Go figure. I guess the two of them managed to work out the awkwardness after I'd left.

Still, I was so distracted by the events of the day that I almost missed the big envelope waiting for me when I got home. It wasn't until I saw the crazed, excited look in my mom's eyes that it even registered what the thing was.

I had been accepted into my first choice for college: MIT.

It was a huge moment for me, and for my family. A huge relief, calling for a huge celebration. This news was going to affect the rest of my life. But the only thing that popped into my head upon reading my acceptance letter was the realization that, after this summer, my friendship with the girls would be over.

Sure, we would stay in touch as best we could. But I would be on the other side of the country, and this was before we all had cell phones, or Facebook, or even MySpace. My ridiculous social life with my amazing friends was going to turn into an anecdote that nobody at college would even believe.

How had I not thought about this before? I mean, I had thought about it before, but it had never felt real. It wasn't until I actually saw my MIT letter that it suddenly became the awful truth.

I put on a happy face for my parents, but deep down I just felt sick.

As the week went on, the others got their letters of acceptance as well. Talia and Rachel, as luck would have it, were both going to UC Berkeley (in spite of her inability to pay attention for more than four seconds, Talia had maintained a four point average). Amy was bound for USC on an athletic scholarship, Elizabeth would be attending San Francisco state, and Stephanie was bound for some liberal arts school near Seattle. Corrine and Simon were both staying in our hometown to attend the local JC.

It was a sobering couple of days. And it was about to get worse.

After school Friday, I went over to Talia's house to do some studying--only to find Talia furiously pacing back and forth in her room, red in the face.

"Uh, you okay?" I asked.

"That bitch!" Talia shouted in response, "I can't believe she would do that to me!"

"Who, Rachel?"

"No, Corrine! She's dating Steve! MY Steve!" Talia hurled a pillow against the wall in frustration.

"Is it such a big deal?" I asked, "I mean, you dumped him."

Talia wheeled to face me, snarling, "That's not the point! I mean, sure, it's kind of whorish for her to do this kind of thing to her friend, but I can get over Corry dating my ex. Any other ex would be fine. But Steve is a huge motherfucking asshole who I hate and he doesn't deserve to live. How am I supposed to be friends with Corry when I know she's dating a douchey, poseur, wannabe tough-guy, lying, cheating bastard? I mean, did she learn nothing from my mistake?"

I shrugged, knowing better than to interrupt Talia mid-rant. She stomped around her room for the rest of the afternoon, recounting for me non-stop each of Steve's myriad offenses to the human race: His snide misogyny, his infidelity, and his full-of-shit "drug dealer" persona (turns out Steve was actually just a spoiled rich guy who lived with his parents and sold weed in order to feel tough).

I shook my head, overwhelmed. "Remind me again why you ever dated this guy?"

Talia's eyes avoided mine, and she hurriedly muttered under her breath, "Because he was sexy and confident and I fell for the whole 'I'm so mysterious and dangerous' thing even though it turned out to be a complete lie. And he let me drive his Porsche sometimes."

I rolled my eyes in response, and Talia threw up her hands in defeat: "I know, I know! But what are we going to do, Ian? This is gonna tear me and Corry apart. I can't be around that guy again."

I put a hand on Talia's shoulder and assured her, "Nothing like that will happen, Tal. Nothing weird happened to us all when you were dating this guy, right? So Corrine is going out on one date with your repulsive ex-boyfriend, doesn't mean we'll be seeing him around everywhere."

I was wrong.

For the next week, Steve started tagging along every time our group got together. He even swung by our high school during lunch to eat with all of us. It wasn't long before we all got more than our fill of his unique "charm." I admit, maybe my perception of the guy was colored by my jealousy of the fact that he got to date Corrine, but I've never wanted to strangle another human being so badly in my life, not even the thugs who'd put me in the hospital a month and a half ago.

AND WHY DIDN'T HE OWN ANYTHING WITH FUCKING SLEEVES?!

I mean, I get that any guy with arms like Vin Diesel wants to show them off, but come on.

We all did our best to be civil, but one-by-one the rest of the group just started refusing to go anywhere if Steve was coming along. Talia went first, as expected, but later that very same day, Stephanie and Simon left after the fiftieth time Steve referred to Simon as "Wise Old Buddha" in a racist accent. Elizabeth followed after her BFF, and Amy lasted about two more days before she finally snapped and got up in Steve's face, calling him on his bullshit, imploring Corrine to ditch the loser if she ever wanted to see any of us again, then walking off—leaving me alone with Corrine and her outstanding choice of a boyfriend.

Despite feeling like a third wheel, I tried to stay in the hopes that maybe I could find something I actually liked about Steve. Maybe I could split my time between Corrine and the others? The thought of losing Corrine as a friend was apocalyptic to me; there was no person on earth who could make me laugh as happily and as easily as that girl. But even I refused to hang around after Steve started honking Corrine's tits in front of me. She laughed at his goofy horseplay, but I saw the snide look on Steve's face each time he groped her, and I knew he was just doing it to taunt me. It was as if he was saying yeah, that's right, these puppies are all mine.

I walked away wondering how in the hell Corrine could date a guy like that. I hated to admit it, but I lost a lot of respect for my friend.

Things turned frustrating for all of us. Corrine was an essential part of our group, and things just were not the same without her. For a few days, Steve and Corrine were all any of us could talk about, but then it just became too depressing a topic. Corrine's absence became the proverbial elephant in the room.

Ironically, with the turn in mood came a turn in the weather, and the scorching spring heat wave gave way to a freak non-stop torrential downpour that blew in from South America. It seemed appropriate to me, having lost one of my best friends to some jackass in a muscle shirt. For almost my entire senior year, I had hung out with Corrine non-stop. I considered her my good friend before I even knew the other girls. Her sudden departure from my life was unbearable; it nagged me constantly, the social equivalent of a phantom limb.

I started making an extra effort to meet with Corrine between classes, where Steve would not be around. She appreciated the effort, and I became her one link to the others. It wasn't much, I guess, but it was better than no Corrine at all.

One rainy day, Corrine came up to me after the final bell and asked if I could help her study for an economics test. It was a simple request, one that she had made countless times during our friendship, and one that I was always more than willing to fulfill. But there was something about the way she asked me, an unmistakable tremor in her voice, that gave me pause. Still, she was my friend, and she was asking for help.




Bosom Buddies Ch. 05



It was raining pretty miserably, and neither of us had access to our cars that day, so Corrine and I ran all the way to her house. Male that I am, I couldn't help but admire the way my companion's tee shirt soaked all the way through, nor the way her enormous breasts bounced as she ran. The dark material wasn't exactly transparent, but it clung to her shape like paint.

Halfway there, the merciless rain became merciless hail, and with a combination of screams and laughter we both doubled our speed until we were safely inside Corrine's home.

Once our laughter died out, Corrine excused herself to take a quick shower, and suggested I do the same in her family's spare bathroom. The warm water felt great, but just as I was about to switch it off I heard the bathroom door slide open. Through the beveled glass I could just make out the blurry blond image of Corrine striding into the room. I reflexively covered up my crotch, shouting out:

"What are you doing?!"

She giggled a bit at my discomfort from the other side of the glass. "You don't need to cover up, silly, we can't see anything through this glass. See?"

To prove her point, she spread her arms and dropped her bath towel to the ground. Even through the blur of the glass, I could still make out the shape of her amazing nude body. No amount of beveling could obscure the swell of her epic tits. I swallowed, feeling my dick swing up to attention in the blink of an eye.

"You were taking too long to shower," Corrine continued, "I was getting bored. So I figured I'd come in here and we could hang out while you finished."

I hated that she could do this to me. That she had this kind of control over me.

"Is it frustrating being on the other side of that door, Ian? You know I'm naked right now. If you opened that door, you could see every detail of my naked body. Not just this blurry, frustrating shape. You could see ME. You could even pretend like it was an accident. Bump it with your elbow or something, then act all surprised. But you're too much of a gentleman to try something like that, aren't you?"

She had planned this whole thing. I could tell by the way she was talking that she had actually rehearsed her words. But why?

"What are you doing, Cor? This is pretty extreme teasing, even for you!"

Soon as the words came out of my mouth, Corrine strolled up to the shower door and pressed her heavy, naked breasts against the glass with an audible thunk. My breath caught and my heart skipped a beat. My hand automatically grabbed hold of my hot, wet erection.

Against the glass, Corrine's breasts were barely even obscured. The abundance of soft, smooth flesh splashed out incredibly, with the pink of her nipples at the center. Oh my God.

"How does that look?" she asked.

"Um. Good." My brain wasn't really functioning.

"Press your dick up against the glass, I want to see how it looks."

I obeyed, shuddering at the realization that the only thing between our naked bodies at that moment was a pane of glass. From a visual standpoint, it was incredible. It looked like I was pressing my cock against Corrine's smooth stomach, inches below the splash of her incredible breasts.

Physically, it just felt like I was fucking a piece of glass.

And emotionally, I was just confused. Corrine was with Steve—unless they'd broken up or something—and in the meantime, nothing had happened between she and I that would have changed the status quo of our friendship. I didn't want to jinx it, but I had to know:

"Corry, I don't understand what's going on."

"What's going on is... I'm gonna give you a blowjob."

She opened the shower and stepped inside with me.

The reality of Corrine's naked body outdid all of my fantasies. It wasn't just her intimidating height, those enormous bulging breasts the size of my head, or her perfect, playmate figure—it was the million other details I had never thought of. The smell of her shampoo, the smoothness of her skin against my fingers, the sound of her breathing, the warm crush of her chest against mine beneath the hot spray of the shower--

And the way my hard cock pressed against the wet blonde fuzz on her crotch as we embraced.

It was everything I wanted and more--but somehow, it was all wrong. Everything was too rushed; too strange. Corrine's sudden behavior made no sense. I had barely even gotten a chance to look at her--to drink in the sight of her glorious nudity—before she was pressed against me.

She playfully kissed me on the lips, sending my head completely out of orbit.

"Now sit down and let me give this a try."

I obeyed, eager to receive her affections, whatever the reason. I planted my naked ass onto the edge of the tub and watched with delight as the subject of so many fantasies lowered herself between my legs, water dripping from her nipples as they slid down the skin of my thighs.

Long blonde hair fell wet over her shoulders as she examined my cock up close. God, I wanted this so much... but it just wasn't adding up.

"Why--are you doing this?" I managed to say through staggered breaths.

Corrine just smiled, running a fingertip up the length of my cock to keep me on edge.

"Steve and I have been together for almost two weeks, now, and he expects things to go to the next level. Since I had such a bad experience doing this the last time I tried it, I figured I would get some practice on you."

Wait—but—

Corrine massaged my balls between her fingers. "Just like we talked about at your pool party, remember? You could give me some pointers."

It took a second, but my brain managed to process this information one second before Corrine's tongue was going to make contact with my shaft. And, for some reason, I moved away before she could.

"No," I stated, though my furious, throbbing cock clearly disagreed with me.

"No? 'No' what?" Corrine cocked her head to the side, thinking she'd misheard me.

"Just, 'No, I don't want it to be like this."

All the warmth drained from Corrine's face. She recoiled, immediately covering her nakedness with her arms. I got up and walked out of the shower, hopping back into the cold, wet clothes I had left sitting on the bathroom floor. Once the shock of my rejection had worn off, Corrine charged out of the shower after me, hurriedly covering up a towel.

"Why not?!" she demanded, her eyes filled with hurt and confusion.

"I'm not some toy for you to play with."

"But, you let all the other girls mess around with you."

"Because the other girls wanted ME!" I shot back, "They may not have wanted to be my girlfriend, but they all still wanted to be with me. I wasn't just a practice dummy while they fantasized about their asshole boyfriend."

"Steve is not an asshole! Everybody else is just taking Talia's side, and it's totally unfair to me."

"Nobody is taking Talia's side, Corry. Steve is a big, fucking asshole, and you deserve better."

"I 'deserve better?' Like who? Like you? Should I just follow along with everyone else and join Ian's harem?!"

She was crying by this point, but I refused to back down.

"No—what? I don't have a harem, Corrine. What the hell are you even talking about?"

"That's what it feels like! These past few weeks, everybody's getting in line to fuck Ian. 'When's Corrine gonna do it?' Like I'm supposed to fuck the unattractive nerdy guy just because my friends did."

"Oh, fuck you, Corrine. Now you're just being a bitch."

There was a long, cold break in the argument while Corrine looked at me with pain in her eyes. She finally waved a dismissive hand and muttered, "You're just jealous of Steve."

I picked up my backpack and headed for the door.

"You're right. I am jealous of Steve. I'm jealous of every guy who's ever so much as touched you, Corry. But that doesn't change the fact that he's not the right guy for you. And when you realize that, your real friends will be waiting for you."

I opened the door and headed back out into the cold shower of hail. Still clad in her bath towel, Corrine shouted after me:

"Like that even matters! In another four months, you'll all be going to college, and I'll be stuck here, and we'll never see each other again! I'm gonna need new friends, anyway!"

I kept walking until I couldn't hear her anymore.

What the Hell, Ian?! My brain and penis were again at war with each other. I was furious, hurt, and frustrated—and yet I still couldn't manage to get my damn erection to go down despite the chill of the weather. I didn't even know what I wanted anymore. Nothing made sense. The world was upside down.

I wanted my friends back. Back the way we were. A twist in my stomach longed for more innocent times of us all teasing and chatting into the night. But I also wanted so much more from those girls—I wanted their lust, their passion, and their beautiful bodies all to myself.

And in five months' time, I wouldn't have them at all.

The fresh memory of Corrine's hot, naked tits tortured me as I walked home through that hail. I couldn't help but flash back to the brief conversation I'd had with my friend Andy when we were filming Wolf Guard with Corrine all those months ago:

"I'll be damned, dude," he had whispered to me, "I think she actually likes you."

"Yeah, right. A girl like that? And a guy like me? Never gonna happen. NEVER gonna happen."

And now those words seemed truer than ever. I would never have Corrine. Not in the way I wanted. It was never gonna happen.

Except it did.

(To be continued...)



Bosom Buddies Ch. 06



(Author's note: Everyone in this story is at least 18 years old)

(A round of applause to ErikaKane for continuing to edit my work)

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"And you turned her down?!" Amy sat bolt upright, her jaw hanging open in shock. I just nodded, glancing around the room to take in the equally disbelieving reactions of Talia, Stephanie, and Elizabeth. Reeling from what had just transpired, I'd called the four of them over to my house immediately upon getting home from my fight with Corrine.

While the others assaulted me with questions, Elizabeth calmly scooted over to my side and gave me a calming, comforting hug. Little by little, I started to calm down. Liz didn't care about the sordid specifics of what had happened, she just saw that I was unhappy and wanted to cheer me up. That girl never spared a thought for herself, only others. To a fault, sometimes. But that was who she was, and she couldn't help it.

I looked down at Elizabeth's gorgeous face, suddenly overtaken by the urge to give her a grateful kiss on the lips—but her eyes were closed, the positioning was kind of awkward, and everyone was watching—so I let the moment pass.

Sensing that Liz had made the right call, the other three joined in on the hug, enveloping me with the sweet softness of their bodies. Then we all moved on with our day.

Corrine and I stopped talking after that fight. Part of me missed her terribly, but I was way too angry to go anywhere near her.

The following week, when Rachel offered to let us all stay at her family's cabin in the mountains over spring break, I couldn't shake my disappointment over the fact that Corrine would not be joining us. If you'd asked me, I would have told you I didn't even want her around—but that was a lie. I did want her around. I desperately wanted her around. I just wanted it to be the version of her that hadn't humiliated me.

Still, I couldn't help but cheer up a bit when Rachel quietly informed the rest of us that her parents would be in Maui during our break, NOT at the cabin with us. I would be spending the entire week alone with six other horny, unsupervised teenagers—five of them beautiful girls.

For the trip up, we split everyone into two carloads: Stephanie would take Simon, Amy, and Elizabeth in her station wagon, while I would take Talia and Rachel in my beat up minivan. On the morning of departure, things were looking up. The rain had died down to a light drizzle, the sun was starting to peek out and say hello, and I couldn't help but enjoy the fact that my two passengers both looked absolutely gorgeous.

Talia was celebrating the bit of sunshine by showing off her body: a belly shirt, a miniskirt, and knee-high boots. Her long, raven hair was up in incongruously childish pigtails.

Tiny little Rachel, while not exactly possessing the "knock out" body that my other friends had, nonetheless had a kind of feisty, daring energy about her that I had always found incredibly sexy. She was wearing a purple baby tee to match her latest hair color, and beneath it bounced a pair of nice, yummy tits—not too big, but sizeable enough it was easy to imagine them filling my hands. I tried not to stare at those puppies, but what can I say? Motion is eye-catching, and she wasn't wearing a bra.

They decided to share the backseat for the duration of the drive, so they could "snuggle."

As soon as we got on the highway, the rain came back, full force. Driving through it took every bit of my concentration. For the safety of all, I couldn't allow myself to be distracted, even for an instant—

Except Rachel and Talia were making out in my back seat.

Soft, feminine lips teased each other. Slender fingers intertwined as they excitedly licked and nipped at each other's necks. Seriously, you try keeping your eyes on the road through all that.

After I almost smashed us into a tree, I asked that they please tone it down. But instead of listening to me, Talia just smirked and promptly stripped off her belly shirt—putting her big, creamy breasts on display beneath a skimpy black bra. She kept kissing her girlfriend, tugging Rachel's petite little hands against her shapely chest, adding some moans into the mixture for my benefit.

I bet Stephanie's carload of Elizabeth, Amy, and Simon were all singing Disney songs and telling jokes. Fun, easy, the drive passes in the blink of an eye, right?

Things were not so easy for me.

A quick glance in my mirror showed Talia pulling Rachel's cargo pants down past a pair of unexpectedly feminine lace panties.

I tried valiantly to keep both eyes on the road as Rachel straddled Talia's lap, giving the sensuous, exotic teenager easy access to her adorable butt—which was pointed right at me. If I'd wanted, I could have easily reached my hand back twelve inches or so and given that ass a nice grope...

Argh! The blare of an air horn yanked my eyes back to the road just in time for me to avoid colliding head-on with a semi-truck. I cursed my stupidity, realizing I had been so distracted by the girls in my back seat that I'd briefly drifted into the oncoming lane.

But they still didn't stop going at it! If anything, our near brush with death just got those two ladies even hotter for one another.

Fuck it.

I pulled onto the side of the road and set the parking brake. If these girls were so anxious to put on a show, then I figured I might as well kick back and watch. Sensing we'd stopped, Rachel threw her head back over her shoulder and shot me a naughty grin—

Which is precisely when Talia sucked Rachel's tit into her mouth. The petite girl gasped in surprise, then instantly melted into her own pleasure, tiny hands grabbing hold of Talia's pigtails. I watched with fascination as Talia dragged her tongue across the pointed nipples of her lover's braless tits, teasing through the thin fabric of Rachel's shirt.

Rachel was in absolute heaven, her achingly pretty face tense with pleasure. Her hips writhed involuntarily on her girlfriend's lap, anxious for some attention. But Talia just kept teasing, her slender fingers dipping between Rachel's legs and ever so softly brushing across the girl's lace underwear.

Impatient, Rachel stabbed a hand down the waistband of her panties and began strumming her own clit, punctuating each jerk of her wrist with a loud whimper.

The erection in my jeans turned to steel.

Talia slipped a hand beneath the lace of her lover's underwear and pushed her middle finger up—inside—zapping Rachel's body as though she had just plugged into a light socket. Talia's free hand squeezed Rachel's sweet ass, Talia's wet tongue teased Rachel's soft tits, and Rachel's own fingers expertly diddled her hot clit—

Rachel came suddenly—a back arching, hip thrusting orgasm--then collapsed atop Talia, her satisfied moans muffled by her lover's shoulder. While Rachel recovered, Talia gently stroked the girl's wild purple hair and smiled at me. She was as happy as anyone I'd ever seen.

After a minute, Rachel recovered, kissing Talia's lips before letting her body slip down to the floor, kissing every exotic inch of Talia's body as she went.

Talia groaned as Rachel licked her way up those smooth, shapely thighs...

Not saying a word, Rachel snaked her hands up beneath Talia's miniskirt and pulled down a black thong. The brief garment slid down Talia's legs and over her boots, then Rachel politely handed it to me—

"Hold onto this for me, will you?"

The thong was wet in my hand.

Rachel wasted no time hiking Talia's miniskirt up to her hips, exposing a dark patch of hair and a beautifully soft pussy, then planted her face and went to town, rocking Talia's world with her powerful little tongue.

My eyes met Talia's, studying her rapture. Miniature crescendos of joy rolled across the girl's stunning face every few seconds. I automatically lowered my gaze to the way her tits jiggled beneath that skimpy black bra.

With a smile, Talia grabbed the front clasp of her bra and unsnapped it, her naked breasts bursting into my field of vision. She grabbed hold of her own nipples, tweaking and pulling them as she moaned from Rachel's ministrations. Her dark, exotic eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, her face almost sad for a moment as a climax eluded her--

But not for long. A single, explosive orgasm wracked Talia's whole body and then she slumped against the seat, exhausted. The interior of the van suddenly became very quiet. Just the patter of raindrops on the windshield, the occasional Doppler of an oblivious car zipping past, and the panting of three fiendishly aroused human beings.

The girls hastily redressed, ignoring my obvious wood with phony innocent expressions.

"Why ever did we stop?" Talia giggled, "Is everything alright?"'

With a frustrated groan, I straightened out my erection and pulled the car back onto the road.

I kept those panties as a souvenir.

I had hoped for a repeat show once we got to the cabin, but Stephanie's car was already there when we pulled up, the passengers patiently waiting for Rachel to let them all inside. The place was bright and clean, with an old-fashioned charm to it, and had that great smell you only find in the mountains.

Amy squealed with delight upon learning that the hot tub out back had an overhang protecting it from the rain, meaning she'd actually have an excuse to show off her new swimsuits over spring break. She wouldn't be getting an entire beach ogling her, as she'd originally intended, but Simon and I (and I suppose Talia and Rachel), would suffice.

Rachel gave us all a quick tour, showing off the spectacular master bedroom where she and Talia would be spending their nights, as well as the two smaller, adjoining guest rooms at the other end of the house. When Simon asked the rest of us if he and Stephanie could have one of the guest rooms to themselves for the week, I caught an awkward flicker of Steph's eye in my direction, and I silently prayed that something would wash away the lingering sexual tension between us.

Elizabeth was more concerned with the fact that the two guest bedrooms shared a single, tiny bathroom built into the adjoining wall—meaning that the five of us staying in that end of the house would be sharing only one sink. I wasn't quite sure how that was going to be a problem, but then again, I'm a dude.

Things were pretty chill that first night. We lounged around the living room, relaxing and drinking a little more from the liquor cabinet than was probably reasonable. Simon had started taking guitar lessons a few months ago, and at everyone's insistence he played for a bit. The guy wasn't exactly "good" in the objective sense of the word, but we all enjoyed his efforts nonetheless.

His playing got worse after the girls changed into their pjs.

Stephanie wore a baggy basketball jersey, though her prodigious breasts still stretched out the material where it counted. As an added bonus, I could see the swelling cups of her yellow bra through the enormous arm holes. The whole thing dropped down mid-thigh, so I had no idea what kind of underwear she had on beneath it when she dropped her perky round ass onto Simon's lap.

Amy came out braless, her tits bouncing beneath a t-shirt she had picked up after some concert. My eyes immediately dropped to the tight panties she was wearing, and the way they dipped inside the cleave of her incredible, athletic butt.

Liz opted to wear something cozy, hiding her voluptuous body beneath a long-sleeved, button-up top and matching pants. Modest as the clothes were cut, I couldn't help but admire the way her disproportionately large boobs made their presence known every time she stuck out her chest and yawned. The sight of Liz in those pajamas prompted me to imagine long, happy nights snuggling up with her under the covers, warming my hands beneath her shirt as I lovingly fondled her breasts.

Rachel and Talia took a bit longer getting back to the living room. We all laughed a bit when we heard moaning coming from their room, and Amy let out a wolf-whistle in their honor. They really couldn't get enough of each other.

Rachel came out a short time later, blushing slightly. She was wearing a pair of boxers and a tight purple tank top that snagged nicely against her breasts.

Talia followed behind, wearing some stretchy shorts that showed off the delicious curve of her ass. Her top, which had once been an ordinary black tee shirt, was now bordering on ridiculously slutty. Talia had taken a pair of scissors to the neckline, slashing it down so that her unsupported tits were practically falling out. The sleeves had been cut away with jagged lines to show off her slender shoulders, and a final jagged cut at the bottom of the garment ensured that every inch of her sexy, slender midriff was clearly exposed. I flashed back a few hours, when she had teased me by pulling at her own beautiful naked breasts as she came, and suddenly I could think of nothing I wanted to do more than to throw my exotic friend to the ground and fuck her unconscious.

But she had a girlfriend, so that option wasn't even on the table. Instead, I made the best of the evening, enjoying friendly company, sexy scenery, and a really good bottle of wine that I was way too young to properly appreciate.

We all turned in at around two in the morning. Stephanie and Simon disappeared into the adjoining bedroom, while Elizabeth, Amy, and I worked out sleeping arrangements for the two queen sized beds in our room. Adorable, tipsy Elizabeth suggested instead that the three of us would be "more cozy" if we all shared the same bed. I seconded the motion, and, to my delight, Amy agreed with a drunken shrug.

I hurriedly stripped down to my boxers and we all climbed under the sheets together. Three warm bodies, cozy as predicted.

Yeah, I realize this sounds like the beginning of the greatest night of my life—but in truth, both girls were so loopy that they were out the second their heads hit the pillow. Trapped as I was between gorgeous girls, I found sleep somewhat more elusive than they did.

But things really got frustrating when I heard kissing coming from the other room.

I tried to ignore it at first. None of my business anyway, right?

When that didn't work, I threw a pillow over my ears and rolled away.

Still no good. All the horrible sounds emanating from Stephanie and Simon's bed passed right through the thin, bolsa wood doors of the adjoining bathroom.

I cursed that stupid bathroom. What sort of lazy, corner-cutting contractor built that thing, anyway? For some reason the cheap doors at either end had horizontal slits cut into them, like the door in front of a water heater. Maybe something to do with the central heating? Whatever the reason, there was virtually no privacy between the two guest rooms. I heard Stephanie's every breathy moan as though it was coming from six inches away.

Don't get me wrong, I had long since gotten used to the idea of Stephanie and Simon as a couple. But it's one thing to see the girl you lost your virginity to giving her boyfriend a goodbye kiss, and it's another thing entirely to lay in bed for forty five minutes, forced to listen while they have a passionate make-out session on the other side of a paper-thin wall. I knew Steph wasn't exactly having sex with the guy until prom, but still...

In my own bed, Amy's perfectly sculpted thighs straddled my left leg. Elizabeth's full, succulent bosom rested on my right arm. Yet I felt confoundingly alone.

Fact was, I didn't know how I was supposed to feel at that moment, and it was pissing me off. Unwanted mental images of Stephanie and Simon flashed across the backs of my eyelids: The two lovebirds, their lips mashed together with youthful lust. Simon's hands, groping and fondling the healthy breasts beneath her jersey. Stephanie's hips, dry humping the hard cock straining against his underwear.

It was infuriating! And hot! And humiliating! And hot. And unfair! And hot.

I went to the kitchen to clear my head with a cold glass of water, scowling at my own cock for being so damn hard for no damn reason. As I reclined against the counter and tried to relax, I heard the door to Rachel and Talia's room creak open, and peeked my head out to watch as Talia tip-toed across the living room in my direction.

My eyes had adjusted enough to the darkness that I could tell she'd scrubbed off her makeup for the night, and her usually luxurious raven hair had been mussed by a pillow--but thanks to the radiant smile on her face, Talia looked as gorgeous ever. It didn't exactly hurt that she still had on those stretchy blue shorts and that sexy shredded t-shirt.

"Can't sleep?" she whispered. I just nodded noncommittally.

"Me neither. I've been dying for a drink of water for like an hour now, but it felt so nice having Rachel laying in bed with me, I wanted to wait until she was asleep before I got up."

For a moment, I felt a self-absorbed stab of bitterness. I was jealous of what the two of them had with each other.

I quickly shook it off. Talia was a great girl, and she deserved to be happy. She reclined against the kitchen counter, quietly sipping her glass of tap water in the dark. After a moment of silence, Talia excitedly whispered:

"She asked me to prom."

"Makes sense, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, but the thing is, if I go with her as my date, it means I'm gonna have to tell my parents that—that I don't just like boys."

I watched as a million conflicting emotions zipped across her exquisitely beautiful face in the span of a few seconds.

"Are you ready for that?"

Talia took a long sip from her cup and nodded, clearly more than a bit anxious about the prospect of coming out to her somewhat old-fashioned parents. But then she broke out into a spontaneous fit of giggling so loud that she had to cover her mouth to hush the sound.

"What's so funny?"

She looked up at me, whispering in the darkness:

"Nothing. I'm just so happy! I feel happy to be me. Not worried, or freaked out about what I'm doing with my life, or any of that stuff. I always felt like I was kind of crazy—"

"You are kind of crazy."

Talia just rolled her eyes and kept talking:

"But I don't feel like that anymore! It's like, there was always this random servo or whatever inside of me that wasn't clicking into place, and it drove me up the walls. The first time I kissed Rachel, that servo finally clicked."

You ever realize how some girls are most beautiful when they're angry? And some girls are most beautiful when they're sad? For some, it's when they're sleeping. Or laughing. Or right on the precipice of a mind-blowing orgasm.

For Talia, it's when she's happy. And at that moment, she was the most beautiful she'd ever been. I found myself gazing into the two most hypnotic eyes on the planet. Half Korean, half Colombian—and nowhere was Talia's striking exoticism more dramatic than in her eyes.

"And she's so pretty! Don't you think?"

I just nodded, "No, Talia, I think she's gorgeous. I think you're both gorgeous. And I think you're even more gorgeous when you're together."

She blushed and looked away—dropping her gaze to the iron bar tenting my shorts.

"You know," she whispered, "I felt really bad about this morning, leaving you all horny and unattended after we put on that show for you in the car. We hadn't planned it or anything, and afterwards I just felt like it had been unfair to you."

"You don't have to feel bad, Tal, you're in a relationship. Besides, watching two hot girls go at it is like every guy's fantasy."

Talia met my eyes again, this time with a naughty glimmer. She raised her fingers to my chest and absent-mindedly traced a pattern across my bare skin.

"The thing is, I don't want to just be your fantasy, Ian. You mean more to me than that."




Bosom Buddies Ch. 06



"But Rachel—"

"Rachel said it would be okay."

My head spun when she said that. I felt her hand slide lower, beneath my waistband, down my thigh—dangerously close to my hardness...

"She said WHAT would be okay?"

Talia dropped her voice back down to a whisper: "After we got here, she and I talked about what had happened in the car--how it got us both really, really hot showing off for you like that. I told her, when we were doing it, I had kind of fantasized about you joining in with us, and she said that by watching, she felt like you already sort of were."

As she spoke, her fingers swirled up into my pubic hair. She pressed the entirety of her body against mine—her legs against my legs, her chest against my chest, her lips against my neck...

"She's not interested in actually doing stuff with you, but since we agreed that you were already kind of involved anyway, and since it was unfair that we'd left you all horny and hard with no relief, and since I really, really wanted to, Rachel said it would be okay if I took care of you. Just this once."

"Just this once?"

"Yeah." Her hand closed around my shaft. "To finish what we started this afternoon."

Something inside me snapped. I went on autopilot, ruthlessly kissing her while she jacked me off beneath my shorts. When she finally pulled her lips away to catch her breath, Talia was grinning from ear to ear. I couldn't help but smile back.

My hands immediately found her tits, playfully kneading them through that uber-sexy torn shirt.

"Mmm... You like my shirt?" she breathed between kisses.

"Not really," I answered, and yanked it over her head.

I picked her up and planted her butt down onto the kitchen counter, putting her bare chest at mouth level—then I dove into her cleavage, licking and squeezing to my heart's content. Talia threw her head back and sighed in pleasure as my tongue traced a line from one proud, perky nipple to the other.

A building, primal hunger snapped Talia from her reverie, and she pushed me away, dark eyes staring at me with a sudden, smoldering intensity. She hopped off the counter, dropped to her knees, pulled down my shorts, and impatiently stuffed my naked hardness into her mouth.

This girl wasn't wasting any time trying to build my appetite, she was going right for the main course. Talia's head bobbed up and down on my pole in a rapid rhythm, her hungry moans vibrating through my shaft as she slurped and sucked with pouty young lips. After the day I'd had, this was exactly what I needed.

I was out of this world with pleasure—already getting close—but then I took another look at those dark, intoxicating eyes of hers and suddenly I knew a blowjob just wasn't gonna be enough. I pried her eager mouth off me and hoisted the girl to her feet.

Talia read the lust in my eyes. Saw my intensions, plain as day. Obediently, she slipped her stretchy little shorts down off her hips and stepped out of them, totally naked. I drank in one last look at her breasts, one last look at her eyes--

Then I spun her around, bent her over the kitchen sink, and slid my entire length inside her hot, wet cunt.

Talia was so utterly aroused that I met almost no resistance until her beautiful, heart-shaped ass was pressing snugly against me. I withdrew, then pushed myself back inside. Then again. And again.

"Harder," Talia whispered.

I was only too happy to oblige.

"Harder," she urged.

I braced my hands on the counter and fucked her harder. Talia reached out and grabbed hold of the faucet to steady herself, her knuckles turning white--

"Harder," she whimpered, eyes glazing over in ecstasy.

I stood up on my toes to get a better angle of attack, then plunged back into Talia with everything I had. Her ass clapped loudly against my pelvis with every thrust.

That finally did the trick, and I felt every muscle in her body tense around me as she came. Her chest dropped limp to the kitchen counter, large breasts splashing against the cold surface—

I choked out a cry as I emptied myself inside her, spurt after spurt.

Once our orgasms had worn off, Talia and I didn't have much left to say to each other that night. We wiped off the evidence, and she gave me a hug and a kiss goodnight—still stark naked—then I watched her bare ass sashay across the living room as she retired to bed for the night.

Simon and Stephanie were still audibly making out in the other room when I got back into my own bed between Amy and Elizabeth. I still didn't like hearing it, but at least I was finally exhausted enough to fall asleep.

I didn't wake up until two in the afternoon.

Despite sleeping in, I was still half asleep when I stumbled into the living room and greeted everyone: Simon on the couch, Talia doing her nails, Rachel giving Talia a backrub, Stephanie, Liz, and Amy cooking breakfast together...

My barely-functioning brain sent a message to my barely functioning mouth, and I mumbled, "Where's Corrine?"

The cabin went quiet. For a second, I couldn't figure out why everyone was looking at me like that—

Oh shit, that's right.

"Sorry," I muttered, then I stumbled into the kitchen to make some good, strong coffee.

Stupid.

I wasn't exactly sure how to act around Talia. Last night, she had told me that we'd had Rachel's blessing to fool around, but today Talia was behaving as though nothing had even happened. I didn't know what to make of that—was she keeping it a secret from Rachel? From the others? Talia was doing such a good job of playing it cool about our tryst that I briefly wondered if I had actually just dreamed the whole thing.

Nah.

A few hours later, we all took advantage of a brief lull in the rain to take a hike in the forest. It was pretty muddy out, but in a way that actually added to the fun. I made a point of getting Talia alone for a minute to ask her about our "situation" while the others moved on ahead. I wanted to make sure Rachel really was okay with the fact that we'd fucked in her family's kitchen. And, more importantly, I wanted to confirm that it had actually happened.

"Yes, Ian, it really happened," Talia laughed. "And yes, Rachel knows. But she said she'd rather we not tell everyone else about it, if that's okay with you. She doesn't want people getting all weird and making assumptions and stuff."

"Right," I nodded, "As long as she—"

The sound of nearby screaming cut off the rest of my sentence. Talia and I took off running up the muddy hill towards our friends.

Amy, Stephanie, Rachel, and Simon charged down towards us in a screaming mob, running for their lives, their arms flailing spastically in self-defense.

"What happened?!" Talia shouted.

"Bee hive!" Simon yelled back.

Suddenly, a terrible thought twisted my guts: "Where's Liz?!"

The others all looked amongst themselves as they ran, surprised to see that she wasn't with them. Why wasn't she there? I'm rarely one to panic, but at that minute all I could think about was the time my third grade teacher got stung by a bee on a field trip and almost died from an allergic reaction. I grabbed Stephanie by the arm—

"Is she allergic?"

Stephanie went white at my question. "I-I don't know!"

I bolted up the hill shouting Liz's name, following the sounds of her screams.

I found her backed up against a rock formation, with nowhere to run from the angry swarm, afraid to move. Then I felt the first sting.

Not realizing it, I had charged right into the middle of them.

I grabbed Liz, shaking her out of her panic, and pulled her down the hill with me as fast as I could, until I was confident we were totally safe from the little bastards.

"Ow!"

Like the final scare in a horror movie, one of them had been hiding in my shirt just to fuck with me when I thought it was all over.

Luckily, nobody was allergic to bee stings. And, all said, the damage wasn't nearly as bad as it should have been. As the person who'd actually stepped on the nest, Simon got it worst of anybody with eight stings. Then came me, with five stings, and then Liz, who'd somehow survived the ordeal with only three. The other girls had escaped unscathed.

We all took off our shirts while our friends pulled out the stingers. It was the one and only time in history when I saw Elizabeth in her bra and didn't get an instant hard-on. Soon as we had all calmed down, everyone started joking about how Liz had been rescued from the bees by her "Prince Charming," a comment she responded to by giving me a big, satisfying kiss on the lips.

I whispered to her that she'd just made the whole thing worth it.

Stephanie drove to the store and got us some ointment to help with the irritation, but honestly it didn't help me nearly as much as Elizabeth's kiss. That kiss had left me with a good mood no amount of itching could dampen.

Liz and I had kissed lots of times in the past—New Years Eve, Valentine's Day, and the handful of times she and Stephanie had shared me in bed together—but there was something different about the kiss she gave me that afternoon. I'd never felt that way after a kiss before. It was like—I don't know—it was like—give me a sec—it felt—

It just felt "right." I guess that probably sounds lame, but it's the most real way I can describe it. It felt right, in the kind of way that very few things in life ever do. I began to daydream, entertaining thoughts of romantic nights with her on a blanket, looking up at the stars--

But I was being stupid again, wasn't I? All I felt was the adrenaline from our recent excitement. I was just doing what I always did, getting all excited over nothing. So I'd helped Liz get away from a couple bees—it's not like I'd slain a dragon for the girl. It didn't change anything.

We were still just friends.

Nonetheless, Elizabeth hung on my arm for the rest of the day, and I felt pretty damn heroic. There was something incredibly comforting about her presence that always put me in a happy place. That evening, when our group sat around the living room telling jokes, Elizabeth's soft, curvaceous body stretched out beside me on the couch, and as we lay there spooning I became painfully aware of just how much I had missed being intimate with the girl.

But I knew that Liz's close friendship with Stephanie meant that she and I couldn't be together in any capacity. She had told me as much, several times. And I hated it. It was totally bogus, and unfair, and--

Elizabeth's full, juicy buttocks wiggled against my crotch, and I swear I caught her smile at the feel of my erection. I didn't want to get my hopes up, but that was an interesting development...

The alcohol flowed freely that night, and eventually a very tipsy Amy asked a very tipsy Rachel, "So, Rachel—You're a lesbian, right? Well I've always wondered, not counting Talia, which one of us do you think is the most hottest?"

Sober, Rachel probably wouldn't have answered such an obviously loaded question. But with a little bit of alcohol in her, she felt no hesitation in mumbling, "Elizabeth! Sorry girls, it's definitely Elizabeth. I like her boobies."

She burst out laughing at her use of the word "boobies."

"More trouble than they're worth," Elizabeth blushed.

"No, but seriously! I wish I had boobies like those! I'm only a couple inches shorter than you and look at the difference--"

Rachel cupped her own modest breast with one hand, then reached out and brazenly cupped one of Elizabeth's massive tits with her other. I shot Rachel a suspicious eyebrow—

"You just did that as an excuse to feel Liz up, didn't you?"

"All in the name of science!"

Then, and I forget who it was—probably Stephanie--but one of the girls suggested that the best way to compare would be for Rachel to put on Elizabeth's bra. We all laughed at the idea, so Liz stripped off her huge bra from under her tank top and handed it to Rachel. In the name of science.

I was too buzzed to even consider being a gentleman while all this was going on, and openly ogled the sight of Liz's epic hooters swinging unrestrained beneath her shirt.

Rachel snapped on the bra and then peeled of her top—revealing the hilarious disparity between her nice, perky boobs and the enormous, practically empty bra cups covering them. I caught a fleeting glimpse of a rosy little nipple above the top of Liz's bra before Rachel readjusted herself.

Rachel asked if the rest of us had five or six pairs of socks to spare for padding.

"What I wanna see now," I joked, "Is Elizabeth wearing one of Rachel's bras." That earned me a dismissive nudge in the ribs from my voluptuous snuggle buddy, but everybody else cheered the idea. Elizabeth turned deep red.

"Problem is, I don't really wear bras," Rachel answered.

"Better still!"

I got another elbow for that.

"But I guess she could wear the shirt I sleep in. That would look pretty funny."

My cock twitched against Elizabeth's soft ass and she pointedly rolled her eyes. "Okay," Liz sighed, "But I'm not gonna be the only one. Everybody has to wear somebody else's bra and underwear for the rest of the night!"

With the warm glow of alcohol in our blood, Simon and I agreed to the idea, and we split off to our rooms to change. I didn't figure that it would be a big deal wearing a pair of Simon's shorts--he was only a tiny bit shorter and thinner than I was. But I frowned when he reached into his suitcase and pulled out a clean pair of tightie-whiteys.

"Dude, don't you have any boxers?"

Simon shrugged. It wouldn't have really mattered to me, except that his underwear, already pretty snug on him, was REALLY tight on me. So, while Simon got to enjoy the comfort and modesty of my baggy cotton shorts, I did my best not to feel self-conscious in a pair of white nylon briefs that clung to my package like a second skin. I knew that if I got a hard-on—entirely possible under the circumstances—my dick would poke out up above the waistband in full view of everyone.

Whatever. Showing a little bit of skin was the point of this whole thing, anyway, and most of my friends had already seen me in the buff. Long as Simon behaved like a good bro and kept his eyes on the women, I wasn't worried.

Talia was wearing Amy's white bra and underwear when we returned to the living room. Though the two of them weren't terribly different in their proportions, it was still novel seeing my sensuous, exotic friend's almost naked body filling out the material of another girl's most intimate apparel. Talia had slipped the bra straps off her shoulders, so that the tops of her substantial breasts were bulging out, nearly spilling over.

Rachel was still wearing Elizabeth's 34DD bra, but she had stuffed the cups full of socks. With her tiny frame, Rachel looked cartoonishly top-heavy, prompting a laugh from both Simon and I. She had also put on a semi-transparent pair of Liz's underwear, which clearly showed the light brown curls of her bush.

Amy had donned Stephanie's big yellow bra, and though her generously-sized tits weren't exactly swimming in the empty cups, there was still plenty of room for them to bounce and jiggle when she laughed. Steph's red lace panties fit Amy surprisingly well, given their radically different body types. I guess Stephanie's shapely hips stretched that fabric almost the exact same amount as Amy's proudly prominent ass. The bright red and yellow color combination of Steph's underwear only further emphasized the fiery intensity of Amy's hair.

When Stephanie strutted out next, her golden hair shimmering above Talia's black bra, my jaw instantly hit the floor. Talia's tits were a full two cup sizes smaller than Stephanie's, meaning the already delicate lace bra utterly failed to support those huge pink melons. A landscape of pink, naked flesh squeezed out around the fabric in all directions.

As she strolled towards me, Steph's eyes darted briefly down towards the already granite-hard erection threatening to rip through my borrowed underwear. I watched jealously as Stephanie kept walking, past me, revealing one of Talia's black g-strings disappearing up her perky round butt, and plopped down with satisfaction onto Simon's lap. The poor guy let out an audible moan as his girlfriend's sexily nude derriere snuggled up against his cock.

But, sexy as Stephanie looked in Talia's undersized bra, for my money she was overshadowed by Elizabeth. Once considered the "shy, innocent one" of the group, Liz was anything but when she finally emerged from Rachel's bedroom wearing Rachel's clothes. The tiny, silver bikini panties she had on just barely covered her pubic hair, and covered even less of her voluptuous ass.

Then there was the shirt. Oh, that evil little shirt. On Elizabeth's amazingly stacked chest, Rachel's petite purple shirt was stretched to the physical limit. The thin material hugged against her body more closely than any wet t-shirt contest I had ever seen, and every yummy detail of her big, erect nipples was blatantly staring me in the face. The shirt tried in vain to cover the awesome circumference of her bosom, failing so miserably that the under-curve of each breast was plainly visible.

Stephanie made a point of closing Simon's mouth for him.

Beneath the tease of that shirt, Elizabeth's tits looked so great that I too let out an audible moan just from the sight. They bounced with every confident step Liz took towards me—until my cock was so unbelievably fucking hard that the head swelled into view above the waistband of my borrowed briefs.

As she sat her sexy body down on the couch beside me, I reflected that it wasn't just the outfit that made Elizabeth look so hot. It was her confidence. Though usually self-conscious about her beautiful curves, that night she held her head high and showed off her body with pride. I don't know what prompted the change in Liz, be it the alcohol, or the ego boost of being selected by Rachel as the hottest girl in the group, but damn if a bit of self-assurance didn't look good on that girl.

It took every ounce of my willpower to keep my hands off her tits.

The air in the room was saturated with an erotic charge. Though we kept up the façade that we were just "being silly" for about an hour or so, we all knew the real reasons we had decided to strip down to each other's underwear. The girls wanted an excuse to see the boys naked, the boys (and Rachel) wanted and excuse to see the girls naked, and Talia wanted an excuse to see everyone naked.

It was Amy who started making things interesting. Desperate to prove she could out-drink all of us, she had thrown down about three times as much booze as anyone else. When she finally killed the tequila, Amy slammed it victoriously down on the carpet. "I got an idea!" she shouted. "Let's play spin-the-bottle!"

Amy was so wasted at that point, it sounded more like she said, "Reshaplayspinnadeebotto!" But we still got what she meant. Stephanie hopped off Simon's lap—revealing an obvious tent in his boxers—and we all sat in a circle on the floor. Amy took it upon herself to go first, and gave the empty bottle a spin, cheering drunkenly when it came to a stop pointing at Simon.

"Yes! A boy! Score!" She crawled drunkenly over to her helpless victim, who glanced uncomfortably at Stephanie, as if asking for her permission. Amy grabbed hold of Simon's face and twisted him away from his girlfriend—then kissed the guy sloppily on the mouth. After a split-second of guilty panic, Simon relaxed and just went with it, closing his eyes in pleasure as he returned the feisty redhead's hungry kisses.

Without warning, Amy suddenly grabbed hold of Simon's hands and pressed them to her breasts, letting out a moan. Simon froze up, his panic returning, until Amy broke their lip lock long enough to drawl out, "It's not cheating when they're inside your girlfriend's bra, dumbass!"




Bosom Buddies Ch. 06



The entire room burst into laughter at her ludicrous, drunken logic. Even Simon was laughing so hard that Amy couldn't get him to kiss her again after that. Frustrated, she dropped her face down to his bare chest—

"Whatever, I'll just kiss your muscles. Mmm, I love swimmers..."

She hungrily licked and kissed her way across Simon's toned six-pack, down past his bellybutton and towards his—

"Okay!" Stephanie cut in, still laughing as she pulled her barely cogent friend off her man's body. "I think that's far enough, Amy! I gotta draw the line somewhere."

"But I need a wiener..." Amy whined.

Simon spun the bottle next, and I felt the tiniest pang of frustration when it came to a stop on Elizabeth. Both of them blushed nervously as Simon scooted over towards the girl, unable to take his eyes off her awesome tits. Neither participant was nearly so adventurous (or drunk) as Amy had been, and after a timid peck on the lips, they both retreated back to their spots like scared kittens.

On Elizabeth's turn, the bottle stopped in front of Rachel. The purple-haired lesbian couldn't contain her excitement as Liz crawled cautiously towards her. Impatient, Rachel closed the last few feet of distance herself, throwing her arms around Liz's neck as she practically leapt into her kiss.

Liz broke away, caught off guard, but Rachel just placed her finger beneath the other girl's chin and lifted her mouth back into position for more kissing.

When Rachel had finally had her fill, she slumped back into her spot beside Talia and shivered with arousal. "Thank you, Elizabeth," she sighed. "That was really nice. And for the record, I think we can all agree that your boobies look super fucking hot in my shirt. You can keep it."

Elizabeth muttered out a quick thanks, not entirely sure what else to say in the situation.

Rachel gave the bottle a good spin, urgently whispering, "Come on, no boys, no boys, no boys..."

It landed on me.

"Dammit! I had two-to-one odds and I still lost!"

I rolled my eyes. "Wow, thanks, Rachel."

"Oh, whatever, like YOU would want to kiss a boy. Do I have to?"

Everyone agreed that she did have to, but I helpfully suggested an alternative: "Look, if you'd rather, you could kiss me like how Amy was doing to Simon over there."

Rachel considered for a second, then, with a shrug, she crawled over towards me and lowered her mouth to my chest.

I felt a surprisingly strong jolt of arousal as she slid her tongue across my stomach. I'd expected it to tickle a bit, but—

"That actually feels really, really good," I muttered.

The positive re-enforcement must have gotten through to Rachel, because she immediately got way more into what she was doing, peppering in sweet kisses to my abdomen between licks. The head of my swollen cock peeked back out above the top of my waistband, and Rachel immediately stopped what she was doing, staring at the thing like it was a Martian or something. I don't think she had ever been so close to a man's penis before.

"I'll take THAT as my cue to leave," she joked, and returned to Talia's side. Talia raised her hand for a celebratory high five:

"Up here, girl, you got him hard!"

I gave the bottle a spin, and it came to a stop pointing directly at Stephanie's crotch. Our eyes met, and I suddenly felt very anxious about what we were supposed to do. Excepting Rachel, I had been intimate with every single girl in that room--yet with Stephanie I still felt like things were weird. I wished I could just kiss the girl and enjoy it for what it was. Why did things have to be weird?!

And then, all of a sudden, it dawned on me: they didn't. It was all in my head. Stephanie was an unbelievably gorgeous woman, and a fun-loving, loyal friend. And that was all she needed to be. There was no reason at all why we shouldn't both enjoy this kiss.

And I knew exactly how I wanted her to enjoy it.

"Hey Steph, I'm gonna kiss you the same way Rachel just kissed me, cool?"

I think she must have sense the casual ease in my voice, because Stephanie visibly relaxed when I said that. As I crawled across the circle towards the stunning blonde, she smiled in anticipation, and reclined on her elbows to grant me easier access to her smooth bare midriff.

Ever so slowly, I lowered my mouth to her stomach and teased her with my tongue. I kissed around her bellybutton, then breathed a gentle gust of hot air across her skin, causing her to tremble ever so slightly. I glanced up a few inches, at the enormous pink breasts bulging out around the cups of her borrowed black bra.

I fought back the urge to reach up and squeeze them.

Stephanie's hips began to writhe beneath me, and I forcefully held them still with my hands as I continued licking her beautiful belly. My licking became harder and hungrier, turning me on as much as it did her—

But I kept myself in check. Just as she was really getting into the sensation, I dialed down the intensity. I pulled my mouth off of her body and crawled a few more inches, glancing briefly down at her huge tits as they passed beneath my chin, until our faces were level with each other. I gave Stephanie a friendly kiss on the lips and smiled.

She smiled back. At that moment, as the two of us looked each other in the eye, we both silently acknowledged that we were cool again. It was like a ten thousand pound weight had been lifted off our shoulders.

Stephanie spun the bottle and got Talia. The exotic bisexual beauty licked her lips expectantly, but Stephanie said she wanted to try out the "stomach licking thing" as well.

Ninety intense seconds later, Talia was gripping Stephanie's curly blonde hair and gasping for air as that same silly "stomach licking thing" almost brought her to orgasm. Talia's beautiful eyes closed in pleasure and she panted, "Oh fuck... oh fuck, that's making me so horny."

Stomach licking. Who knew? In our defense, we had all been pretty horny to begin with.

Talia went to spin for her turn, only to discover that Amy had passed out on the couch. Since we had all already gotten some action, and since the two couples were clearly eager to retire to their bedrooms for some privacy, we decided to call it a night.

Before heading up to our bedroom, Elizabeth and I made Amy as comfortable as possible on the couch, knowing that she would be feeling like absolute, hammered hell come morning.

Once we were alone together, Elizabeth and I got very quiet.

We were both impossibly aroused--that much was obvious from my unwavering erection and the big, prominent nipples denting her miniscule shirt. But I wasn't sure if Elizabeth still considered me "off-limits" because of her friendship with Stephanie. The whole day, from those awful bee stings to this very moment, Liz had been acting much more openly affectionate with me than she had in weeks. Maybe she had changed her mind.

God knows, I wanted her. I couldn't take my eyes off her hot, luscious tits.

I figured from Liz's silence that similar concerns were running through her head as well. Not knowing how to break through the wall between us, we both walked into the bathroom to brush our teeth for the night.

Things started innocently enough.

I found myself constantly distracted by the hypnotic way Liz's bosom swung back and forth from the brushing motion. As a result, the girl finished well before I did. When I went to rinse out my mouth, she was already on her way out the door, unconsciously switching off the bathroom light as she went—

"Liz!" I whispered.

"Sorry, force of habit."

She spun around to turn the lights back on, but her hand froze a centimeter from the switch. I followed her gaze back over my shoulder—

To the door leading to Simon and Stephanie's room.

Thanks to the sudden darkness, Liz and I could clearly see through the horizontal slits cut into that door, into the light of their bedroom. Stephanie and her man lay side-by-side on the bed, a jumble of limbs, making out.

Thanks to the alcohol, their inhibitions were lowered.

Thanks to that erotic game of spin-the-bottle, they were positively on fire.

And, thanks to Liz's suggestion that we all switch underwear, they were both practically naked.

Briefly, I felt the same flash of jealousy that had soured my mood last night, but it faded into nothingness beneath my growing excitement. I knew it was wrong to watch them, yet I couldn't bring myself to look away.

Stephanie tore her lips away from Simon's and bit down hard on his muscular shoulder, making the guy's teeth chatter excitedly. He impatiently pulled her hand towards his cock, but Steph yanked it away.

"Ooh, are you horny?" she teased, tracing her fingernails along the bottom edge of his borrowed underwear.

In my peripheral vision, I spotted Elizabeth beside me, peeking naughtily at the two young lovers. With the bathroom lights out, there was no way they could see us watching them, even if they hadn't been drunk and distracted.

Simon was breathing fast. Stephanie moved her hand to his cock, which swelled beneath the boxers I had lent him. A teaspoon of pre-cum darkened the material. He groaned:

"I've never been so horny! You and your friends are making me insane!"

"So... you think my friends are hot?"

Stephanie moved her hot mouth down to his neck and began kissing, softly wrapping her fingers around the fabric covering his erection.

The situation was making me horny beyond belief. I couldn't help but imagine that it was my cock in Stephanie's loving grip.

Elizabeth grabbed my hand in suspense. We exchanged a glance in the near darkness of the bathroom, knowing it was wrong to spy on our friends like this, but way too excited to stop. Somehow, it felt less taboo with another person there beside me.  

"Do you like Talia?" Stephanie continued, nibbling Simon's ear. "She's so pretty. And Amy has that great butt guys are always going on about. And I know you liked seeing Elizabeth."

Simon stiffened visibly at the mention of Elizabeth.

"Yeah," Steph went on, "You liked the way those big tits of hers looked in that tiny little shirt, didn't you?"

Hungry for human contact, I moved behind Elizabeth and draped an arm across her chest, crushing her breasts and pulling her body against mine. Her breath was ragged. My mouth was dry.

Stephanie slowly slid her hand up and down the tent in Simon's boxers, caressing his shaft through the layer of cotton. "I thought—" Simon panted, struggling to form words through the fog of his arousal, "I thought you didn't want us to touch each other like this until prom."

"Well, I guess this can be a sneak preview, then."

Still stroking his cock, Stephanie brought her mouth around to give Simon a lusty kiss. She unsnapped Talia's ill-fitting bra and cast it away, baring her delicious pink tits in all their glory. Simon's hands immediately shot up to those breasts and started squeezing them like his life depended on it.

The sight made my cock lurch against the soft surface of Liz's ass. I couldn't take it anymore. I was too horny, and Liz's body was too close to mine.

I needed her.

Not even realizing what I was doing, I dropped my lips to the nape of her neck and planted a kiss. The unexpected sensation took the strength from Liz's knees, and I felt her fall back against my chest.

I kept kissing her neck while we watched our friends.

Aroused by her boyfriend's eager fondling, Stephanie decided to take things a step further, and fumbled around for his fly. Finally, with hands shaking in anticipation, she worked Simon's long, uncircumcised cock out through the opening in his boxers and stroked the sensitive skin with her palm.

All the while, I was vaguely aware of my fingertips sliding unbidden down Elizabeth's bare midriff, until they crossed the threshold of her waistband and dipped inside her soaking satin panties.

In the other room, Stephanie's hand became a blur on her lover's cock. Ravenous for her body, Simon dropped his face to the heaven of her breasts, holding onto them with both hands as he ferociously suckled her nipples. Steph cried out, her once teasing smile replaced with a look of pure, animal lust.

Elizabeth shuddered as my fingers drifted through the soft hair on her crotch. I could already feel the heat radiating from below. At an agonizingly slow pace, I kept moving my hand lower, tormenting poor Liz until she was so dizzy with desire that her head rolled back into my chest. Only then did I finally permit myself to feel the full satisfaction of her hot, wet pussy against my hand.

I curled my middle finger, slipping it effortlessly inside.

"Mmm!" Liz moaned, before catching herself and clapping a hand over her mouth. Luckily, neither of the people in the other room seemed to have heard her cry.

Stephanie lunged forward, dropping her open mouth onto Simon's pole. Her lips and tongue left his skin shiny and glistening as she bobbed up and down. Suddenly bereft of her tits to suck on, Simon rand his hand admiringly along the perky ass his girlfriend was waving in his face, then pulled aside her borrowed thong and eased his pinky into her cunt.

I reveled in the sexy sensation of Liz's hips wiggling uncontrollably on my fingers as my right hand rocked gently back and forth, buried inside of her. Glancing down, I hardened even more at the sight of the huge, soft breasts heaving with her every excited breath. My free hand shot up beneath the tiny shirt covering Liz's boobs and squeezed.

They felt AMAZING. Even bigger than I'd remembered. My wanton groping repositioned the absurdly tight shirt until it could no longer contain her endowments, and the fabric snapped up above them like an elastic band.

Liz's breasts bounced freely into the open air. I squeezed her wine-dark nipples between my fingers and smirked at the girl's increasingly waning attempts to keep quiet.

In the other room, Stephanie swung her supple leg up and over Simon's head to get into a 69 position. His naked cock throbbed harder with every heart beat as he leaned into Stephanie's twat and started licking. Grateful for the attention, she dropped her movie-star lips back down where they belonged.

Liz's eyes went wide in the darkness. In a single, sudden movement, she stabbed her tiny hand down inside my briefs and cinched her fingers around me.

"Fuck!" I whispered, though it came out much louder than I'd intended.

In the other room, Stephanie's eyes snapped to the bathroom door.

Shit, she's onto us! I thought. She can't see us, but she knows we're watching.

After a second, the blonde's startled expression turned into a naughty smile, and then she really made a show of going after Simon's cock. For his part, Simon was so focused on rolling his tongue around Stephanie's crotch, he didn't even notice the change.

Safe for now, Liz started pumping her hand in perfect synch with my fingers. We both felt the wave of a massive orgasm cresting above our heads, ready to crash down and obliterate us—

Then Stephanie blew my mind.

She pulled her mouth off of Simon and, keeping her smiling eyes locked on the door concealing us, scooted her body forward until the tip of her lover's arching penis pierced the top of her cleavage—

She was 69ing him with an upside-down titty fuck.

Elizabeth came instantly. My right hand buzzed against her clit until she let out a stream of deep, exhausted exhalations.

In the other room, Simon wailed in pleasure as Stephanie dropped her lips to his balls, driving him past the edge of sanity. He tensed his abs and craned forward to re-close the distance between his mouth and her cunt.

As soon as his lips made contact, Stephanie exploded into orgasm. Her face dropped to Simon's thigh, relishing the pulse of pleasure coursing through her as she licked his leg.

Simon came next, throwing his head back into the pillow and bucking his hips up against his lover's cleavage until he'd fired off every last drop.

I could feel by balls tighten. Could feel my inexorable release—

In the darkness of the bathroom, Elizabeth spun to face me, dropped to her knees, and smushed her big, ripe tits around my aching cock.

She pumped those pillows with all her might, and I blew my load in less than five seconds. Ropes of my cum rained down upon the damnable little shirt Liz had borrowed from Rachel.

Just as I began to recover, I heard Stephanie's voice coming from right outside the door:

"Be right back, sweetie. I'm just gonna clean up."

Elizabeth and I scurried into our bed and hopped under the covers just as the buxom blonde opened the bathroom door and stepped inside, hiding her beautiful bare breasts beneath a single slender arm. Streaks of her lover's semen dripped down her stomach.

Stephanie shut the door behind her, then tiptoed into our bedroom and threw Liz a playful look that screamed, I can't believe you did that!

I just sat there, holding back laughter while the two BFF's carried out an entire conversation via facial expressions:

Elizabeth: What are you talking about?

Stephanie: Don't pull that, I know you two were watching us.

Liz: But--It was Ian's idea!

Steph: Sure it was.

Liz: It was an accident!

Steph: I'm gonna get you back for this, just you wait and see.

Elizabeth's cheeks turned deep red and she shrank under her blankets. Stephanie let her BFF off with an obviously exaggerated look of disapproval, then walked back into the bathroom and shut the door.

Elizabeth rolled on top of me, her breasts sticky against my chest. We shared a long, soothing kiss in the darkness, and then she whispered to me, "That was weird."

"Yeah," I answered, "But it was fun."

"Yeah, it was. Hey Ian? Which one of us got you all turned on just now? Me or Stephanie?"

"You both turned me on. But only you made me cum."

She sighed, half satisfied with my answer. She held her tongue for a moment, but then couldn't help herself and asked, "Are you still in love with her?"

"I honestly don't know. It's complicated. What I do know, after what just happened, is that I'm finally okay with the fact that she's with Simon. And that was a big step for me."

We lay together in silence for what felt like an eternity, then Liz asked the big question:

"Do you like me? I mean, like a girlfriend? I know you like my boobs. And I know you like me as a friend, but..."

I hugged her tightly and thought hard about my answer.

"I'm not sure."

"Me neither. What does that mean? Is that bad? Shouldn't we know?"

I just shrugged, "Maybe. Or maybe we just need to spend some time alone together to find out. The two of us. Nobody else."

Tenderly, I kissed her on the forehead.

"You make me happy," she whispered.

"You make me happy, too."

An hour later, she drifted off to sleep, her incredible nude bosom rising and falling atop my chest.

Oh man, I wanted us to be together. Wanted every day to see Liz smile and know it was meant for me. But I didn't want a repeat of what had happened with me and Stephanie a few weeks ago. I couldn't bear the thought of Elizabeth hurting me like that. Or, even worse, of me hurting her.

I was supposed to be a smart kid: Near perfect SATs, rock star GPA, destined for greatness at University...

So why did I feel so goddamned stupid?

(To Be Continued...)



Bosom Buddies Ch. 07



(All characters in this story are at least 18 years old)

(And thanks, ErikaKane, for being my editor-extraordinaire)



I awoke to the soft patter of raindrops against the cabin roof. Snuggling up against me was Elizabeth, her breathing peaceful and her bare breasts warm against my side. Though the bed sheet covered our bodies, it had drifted down just far enough to expose a hint of Liz's voluminous, silky smooth cleavage. The silver light of the morning diffused through our curtains and cast a soft glow across the bed. She looked radiant, like something out of a renaissance painting.

Much as I wanted to stay in that position forever, enjoying the presence of Liz's body, I had thrown down enough alcohol the previous night to necessitate a prompt trip to the bathroom. I untangled my legs from between hers and snuck out of bed as delicately as possible. She didn't wake up, just made an adorable little mewing noise.

A minute later, as I gently slid back into bed with her, Liz finally blinked awake. For a long, happy while she just smiled at me, until a sudden, unprovoked case of modesty colored her cheeks. Giggling nervously, she rolled out of bed, hiding her huge tits with nothing but her tiny hands. She had still not changed out of Rachel's petite little silver satin panties, and the overwhelming majority of Liz's Botticelli hips and delectable ass cheeks were exposed in the morning light. She urged me to look away, but I patently refused. 

She hurriedly threw on her Hello Kitty bathrobe and cinched the belt. 

"So," she whispered awkwardly, "I'm gonna—gonna—"

Her eyes locked onto my obvious erection standing up beneath the bed sheet.

"Gonna take a shower," she finally finished, then she vanished into the bathroom and locked the door.

I took a deep breath, unable to retire the memories of the night before: everyone switching underwear, the game of spin the bottle that had resulted in us all licking each other, the thrill of watching Stephanie's sexy nude body as she 69'd her boyfriend, and my own climax exploding across Elizabeth's expansive bosom.

My fingers dropped lazily to my shaft, gently touching myself through the sheet as I replayed the events over and over again. By the time I heard the shower switch off, I was beginning to sweat with arousal.

Elizabeth stepped back into the room wearing her hair up in a towel. Her damp, naked body was covered with nothing but that same Hello Kitty Bathrobe. The hot water clinging to her skin turned to steam in the cold morning air. The look I gave her was unmistakable.

"Oh no you don't," she laughed, "I just got cleaned up, you need to put some pants on, Mister."

Nothing was further from my mind. I pulled aside the sheet covering my nudity and stalked across the bedroom towards her, my hard, hot cock leading the way. Elizabeth's smile evaporated, and she blushed anxiously at my approach.

She was nervous; not sure what she wanted. Last night, we had been drinking, and our inhibitions were down, but now we were totally sober, and she was free to overthink the situation into the next decade. Elizabeth even opened her mouth to protest, but as I wrapped my arms around her curvaceous body and pulled her in for a kiss, her eyes glazed over and the words went unspoken. 

We melted into each other's lust, tongues dancing excitedly. Her teeth nipped at my lower lip, prompting my naked hips to buck hungrily against her robe. I pulled the towel from her hair and cast it aside, letting those long, wet tresses cascade down her slender shoulders. 

Keeping my lips pressed fiercely against hers, I reached between us and slyly unfastened her belt. Then, with a single, sudden movement, I yanked open her robe and pressed my naked body against hers.

Liz let out a surprised gasp that immediately turned into an excited moan as she felt the thick head of my penis touching her bare stomach. I luxuriated in the feel of her warm, damp body and the soft, full breasts mashing against me.

I dropped to my knees, grabbing a quick handful of her butt before proceeding to slide my tongue up the insides of her smooth thighs. My teasing must have gone on for too long, because Elizabeth grabbed me by the hair and impatiently pulled my face up into her scorching hot slit.

"Aw, yeah! Aw, yeah..." she panted, her words husky as they tumbled out.

I looked her in the eye as my tongue finally penetrated her cunt.

The fingers in my hair clenched tight, and her breathing grew frantic. My gaze dropped to Liz's mouthwatering breasts, heaving and bouncing with every exhalation. I reached up and grabbed hold of them, giving each one a satisfying squeeze.

As my tongue spiraled ever closer to her clit, Liz rocked on weakening knees, dizzy and off-balance. She leaned forward, crushing her huge ripe tits against my palms. I moaned loudly into her cunt, utterly intoxicated by the scent and the wetness splashing against my cheeks. My thumbs and forefingers found my lover's happy, gumdrop shaped nipples and gently squeezed--

A mini-orgasm rippled through her body.

I let her ride out the sensation, then I pulled my mouth away from her crotch and ordered her onto the bed for some more. 

"You mean you're not done?"

"Hell no, I'm not done. That was way too fast, I want to do this properly."

Elated, Liz flopped onto her back, those breasts bouncing crazily upon impact. I scooted comfortably between her legs and set in for the long haul, gently and teasingly playing my tongue across her most intimate regions. She grabbed up handfuls of the bed sheet and whimpered noisily, clearly not caring if anyone could hear us.

Secretly, I hoped that our neighbors were listening in. I imagined Stephanie and Simon rousing from their naked slumber, following the sounds of Elizabeth's pleasure until they were standing behind the bathroom door, spying on us through the slats just as we had spied on them the previous night.

The thought spurned me on, and I slowly walked two of my fingers up Liz's left leg and slid them into her cunt. As I pushed forward, I crossed those fingers one on top of the other to create a new and exciting shape inside of her, then rolled my wrist back and forth, twisting that shape while I heartily licked at every sensitive millimeter.

Her moans of pleasure became staggered and incoherent, and I sensed it was finally time to give the girl some relief. I dragged my tongue upwards and bathed her poor, desperate clit in loving attention. Below, my twisting fingers uncrossed and began pumping into her, simulating sex with rhythmic, powerful thrusting.

Going down on Liz was driving me wild as well. My hard dick throbbed painfully between my legs, furious about being left out of the action.

"Don't stop!" she screamed, as if I would ever dream of doing such a thing. "Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't—"

She arched her back, tossing those beautiful tits up towards the ceiling as her breath seized for a few, blissful seconds--

Elizabeth purred out a long, satisfied sigh. I continued to tongue her pussy for a couple minutes after, enjoying the hell out of the little orgasm-aftershocks she kept having.

Finally spent, she moved away from me and propped herself up on her elbows—causing the two succulent melons on her chest to sway in a manner I found most inviting. I wanted her so bad I couldn't believe it.

"That was—mmm... I missed that."

I beamed at the compliment.

"Should I do you, now?" she asked.

I kept eying her enormous rack as I slowly shook my head back and forth, literally stammering with desire: "A-Actually, Liz—"

Anticipating what I was going to say, she turned deep red-- suddenly embarrassed--and blurted out, "I'm not on the pill! I'm sorry, I just—my mom doesn't want—"

The smile on my face shut her mouth.

"You don't need to worry, Liz. I wasn't gonna suggest that. I would just really like to fuck your tits again. If that's okay with you."

A wave of relief washed over her. Her smile was adorable.

"Of course!"

She quickly hopped off the bed and ran naked across the room to retrieve a bottle of lotion from her suitcase. As she crawled back into bed beside me, Liz handed the lotion to me, thrusting her chest out for emphasis:

"Would you care to do the honors?"

I would indeed. Liz reclined comfortably on her back and I straddled her chest, her eyes twinkling proudly at the sight of my uncontrollable desire. Her tiny hands pressed up against the sides of those bountiful jugs and squeezed them together, creating an awe-inspiring monument to cleavage.

My cock gave a little jump in anticipation of what was about to happen. I scooted forwards along her body, my balls dragging across the smooth skin of her belly as I inched towards my goal. Just as my cock was about to penetrate the bottom of Elizabeth's rack, I held back, taking a moment to savor the reality of the situation. 

I squirted a handful of the vanilla-scented lotion into my hands and spread it liberally across the soft flesh of her tits until they were slick as a soaped-up slip n' slide. I lubed up my cock with the stuff, too, for extra fun. 

Then I scooted forward, the tip of my penis rubbing up against the pillowy undersides of her breasts. I felt my resolve waning.

Liz bit her lip in anticipation. I could wait no longer.

Groaning, I pushed my hips forward and slid my impossibly hard dick between her impossibly soft breasts. Elizabeth never stopped smiling as I thrust harder and harder into her tits. The view was incredible: those huge, ripe pillows bouncing hypnotically as they crashed against my pelvis, each impact sending shocks of pleasure directly to my shaft. 

I knew I would not be able to endure this new sensation for very long. Elizabeth was just way too fucking hot. Her face was beautiful and her tits were spectacular.

I fell forward onto my hands, humping away at Elizabeth's massive chest as fast as I could. Though I could no longer see the action, I was still going wild just listening to the sound of those soft, slippery tits slapping against my flesh. In a daze, I looked back and watched the upside down image of my penis bursting into view through Liz's cleavage.

Eager for more to do, Elizabeth lifted her head up towards my abdomen and sensually licked the sensitive area beneath my belly button. As my climax approached, she upped the intensity, slathering hot saliva across my skin—

"I'm gonna cum!" I screamed. 

Her boobs bounced wildly all along my cock. 

"I'm gonna cum! Ahh!"

Elizabeth mashed her tits together—

I came, powerfully blasting my load up against the bottom of her chin. Warm, sticky semen dribbled down my lover's neck and settled in the valley between her breasts. She giggled at the odd sensation.

"Guess I need to take another shower, now."

I gratefully kissed her forehead.

"I'll help."

Our naked bodies had to squeeze together just to fit in the closet-sized shower. After Elizabeth had gently soaped up my cock, and I'd made sure her breasts were sparkling clean, she pulled me close and we kissed beneath the steaming spray. After only a few minutes, my renewed hardness rubbed against the hot skin of her belly, and the slipperiness of her soapy tits flopped against my chest. I wanted to fuck her so badly—

But an even more powerful desire overwhelmed that one: I just wanted us to keep kissing.

So we did. We kissed until the water ran cold.

.......................

Leaving that bedroom was like crossing a firing range. Any hopes we had harbored that the others hadn't heard our earth-shaking orgasms were dashed to pieces the second we opened the door and heard the cheering. Not only had we been obnoxiously loud, we had also been the first two people up that morning. Our moaning had literally woken every other person in the cabin.

We fielded a merciless barrage of good-natured teasing. Oddly enough, it actually seemed like our friends had been rooting for Elizabeth and I to hook up, which frankly mystified both of us. I'd screwed around with every straight girl in the cabin over the past few months, but our other friends had never before made such a big deal about it. 

Only Amy gave us a free pass, and that was just because she was so focused on surviving her hangover.

Poor Amy. That girl really went through hell that morning. She spent hours hugging the toilet, still dressed in Stephanie's oversized underwear from the night before. We all took turns sitting on the floor beside her for company, administering a metric ton of drinking water for medicinal purposes.

When my turn came to play nurse, Amy seemed especially mortified. She protested that she didn't like the idea of a boy to see her when she looked "not awesome" (her words), but I reminded Amy that she and I had hung out together plenty of times after our runs, when she was covered in sweat and B.O. If I could handle her smelling "not awesome," I could easily forgive the fact that her eyes were a bit puffy and her skin was a tad pale.

My sexy redhead friend, usually so full of self-confidence, draped a pitiably weak arm across my shoulder and swore off alcohol forever. For the record, that lasted about two months.

When she was finally starting to feel a bit better, Amy leaned into my ear and whispered "So, what went down with you and Lizzie this morning?"

I blushed a bit. "What, you want details or something?"

"Hell yes, I want details. All Liz was willing to tell me was, 'it was nice.' You didn't fuck her, did you? She's not on the pill."

"No, I didn't fuck her. We messed around in bed for a while and then we took a shower together. And she was right, it was nice."

Amy gave me a congratulatory pat on the back. "Bet you guys had all kinds of fun in that shower. What'd you do?"

"We kissed."

"And what else?"

I frowned at her. "And we got clean. We kissed and we got clean."

Amy recoiled from me, surprised and intrigued by this development. I didn't understand what the big deal was and I told her as much.

"You just kissed? That was all? You guys were in there for like five days. You didn't go down on each other, or give each other hand jobs, or anything? Were you just spent or something?"

I shrugged. "No, we were both pretty turned on. We just wanted to kiss, I don't see what's so weird. People kiss."

An impish grin crossed Amy's face and she chuckled, still weak from all the alcohol. She pointed an accusing finger at my nose and chided, "You're falling for her."

"What? It's Liz, we're friends. I've screwed around with everybody, now. Well, everybody except... you-know-who."

The memory of Corrine tasted bitter in our minds, so I quickly pushed past, "I like Liz a lot, but it's not like we're a couple or something."

Amy frowned at me, "If it was me in that shower with you, instead of Liz, you're saying that all we would have done is kissed? Come on! You'd have been inside me in less than a minute. Friends-with-benefits don't take a long, hot, soapy shower together and just kiss. That's something else entirely."

She was right. Or at least partially right. I had always lusted after Elizabeth, just as I'd lusted after all my beautiful friends, but there was something about what had happened between us that morning that was twisting me up. Sure, I was happy—damn, I was giddy—but that wasn't it. Giddy, I could handle.

No, there was also another, stranger sensation that I didn't recognize at all. Fantastic, thrilling, and terrifying all at once, like the universe had suddenly taken the training wheels off my bike and pushed me down a hill. Like some phantom hand had reached inside me and made a fist. 

It scared the shit out of me.

"Sucks for me," Amy whined, scurrying back over to the toilet. "No parents around for a whole week, and the only two guys both have girlfriends. I'm not gonna get laid ONCE."

"Amy, Liz is not my girlfriend. I don't know what she and I are, exactly, but we aren't that. Not yet, anyway. Not until we decide we are."

A short while later, Stephanie relieved me of my post at Amy's side, and I sought out Elizabeth to discuss what was happening. I could see in her big, green eyes that she was just as confused as I was.

Even though it had been me who had said I wanted to talk, I was at a complete loss as for where to begin. We took a walk outside, in the rain, huddling beneath our umbrella for a surreal forty-five minutes, during which time neither of us said a word.

Finally, just as we were almost back at the cabin I blurted out, "Are we a couple now?"

"I don't know. Everybody's acting like we are and it's kind of pissing me off."

I nodded in agreement. "I feel the same way, but I've gotta admit, I really, really liked making out with you this morning."

"Me too."

I reached to take her small hand in mine, but she pulled it away from my grasp.

"I just don't know if I want a boyfriend right now. Not a serious one. And if I was with you, it would be serious. It would have to be. And I don't want that weighing on me when we go away to college."

There it was. College. The looming apocalypse that promised to annihilate every high school relationship, no matter how blissful. It was just four months away. We'd all stopped talking about it because it was so damn depressing, but Liz had a point: Did I really want to let myself fall for her, only for us to be ripped apart against our will?

Deep down, I knew there was no way I would be able to hang onto Liz as my girlfriend while she was away at college. She was unbelievably gorgeous, and there was sure to be an army of studly young guys wooing her, day and night. I wouldn't be around to deter them. We wouldn't even be in the same state. 

I frowned, "So, what do you want to do?"

"Let's just keep being friends, I guess."

I nodded, she hugged me, and we both let out a huge sigh of relief. I felt a tremendous weight lifted from my shoulders, yet at the same time I couldn't shake the notion that I had just discarded something I wasn't supposed to. Like I had just gone back in time and changed the future from its proper path.

A few hours later, Rachel pointed out how odd it was that two whole days had gone by without us taking advantage of her parents' hot tub, so we all changed into our bathing suits and relaxed beneath the warm, bubbling water. On any other day, I would have been bug-eyed when my gorgeous friends paraded out in their colorful bikinis, but my morning with Elizabeth had left me so confused that the sight of all that voluptuous female flesh just put me in a funk.

I was still rock hard beneath my trunks, however. There was no stopping that.

Liz walked out wrapped in a towel, which she quickly discarded and slipped beneath the concealment of the water–suddenly bereft of all the sexy self-assuredness she had shown the night before. I expected her to sit next to me, but for some reason Liz chose instead to plant herself down on the opposite side of the tub, next to Simon and Stephanie. The move did not go unnoticed by our friends, though everyone was too polite to say anything.

I looked over at Simon, who, unlike me, had not had a confusing morning at all. He had finally screwed around with his hot girlfriend, and now he was getting to see more exposed skin than he ever had in his life. The guy was probably the happiest and horniest he'd ever been.

How come it couldn't be like that for me? Simon had glided in effortlessly into our group, snagged a hot girlfriend—MY hot girlfriend--and then he got to enjoy the company of her awesome, gorgeous friends. I, on the other hand, had been buddies with everyone for so long that things got weird any time we crossed the "friend" line.

The girls were all predictably flirty and teasing toward us boys, but while Simon lapped it all up, I just sunk into a deeper and deeper funk. Liz acted weirdly distant towards me, forcing herself to flirt with Simon, instead--innocently letting her gigantic tits bump up against his arm from time to time while we all joked.




Bosom Buddies Ch. 07



Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, so I excused myself under the auspices of having a headache, leaving the sounds off splashing and giggling behind as I walked inside. I collapsed onto my bed and threw an arm over my eyes to block out the daylight.

A moment later I heard the bedroom door open. I sat up and spun to see Elizabeth walking towards me, still dripping with water from the hot tub. She was so hot it almost hurt just to look at her. Her expression was dead serious as she locked the door behind her, then untied her striped bikini top and let it fall to the floor. I opened my mouth in confusion–

"Wha--?"

She silenced me with a finger to her lips and crossed the space between us, her breasts heaving, her dark, delicious nipples pointing right at me. As soon as she reached the bed she threw herself on top of me, the flesh of her tits clapping audibly upon impact with my chest. 

Elizabeth attacked me with kisses, totally on fire. She lowered her mouth to my neck, tonguing the sensitive skin of my collarbone. I was flabbergasted, totally confused as to what she was doing or why–but I couldn't manage to croak out a single word.

Then her hand slid beneath my waistband, and any concerns I had flew out the window. Soft fingers encircled my rigid shaft and began pumping. She slid down the bed as she jacked me off, dragging both her tongue and the fullness of her breasts across my chest.

Two wonderfully erect nipples tickled my skin as they trailed down my belly.

Then, with a gentle tug, my suit was around my ankles and my friend's mouth had enveloped my penis. I threw back my head and moaned in gratitude, quickly drowning in my own pleasure. 

Liz scooted her hands underneath me and grabbed hold of my ass, squeezing and groping. Her breasts splashed against my thighs each time she lowered her lips down my cock--

It was so fast, so unexpected, so intense--I wasn't prepared. Before I even realized what was happening, I was coming in Liz's mouth, moaning uncontrollably throughout the entirety my orgasm.

By the time I recovered, Liz had already retied her bikini top and was laying in bed beside me.

"Us being 'friends' doesn't mean I don't still care about you," she whispered to me. "And it doesn't mean I'm not still attracted to you."

"But you were acting so weird in the hot tub just now. And you were all over Simon."

"I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings. I was just trying to make it so things between us weren't such a big deal. Come on, you know I'm not gonna do anything with Simon, he's dating my best friend."

This sucked. The feelings I had were way too difficult and way too complicated for me to make sense of. After a long, painful moment of silence, I let out a resigned sigh:

"Don't worry. I'm over all this. I'm over the heartache, I'm over the mixed messages, and I'm over getting myself tangled up in a neurotic mess every time I get an erection. No more. You guys are my friends, and that's it. It's simple. You're all hot, and I'm a guy, and therefore I want to have sex with you. Biology 101. From here on out, we'll just keep things fun, okay? I'll just wait until college before I start looking for a serious girlfriend."

My little rant caught Liz off guard--she wasn't expecting to suddenly find herself on the other side of the argument. She agreed with me, though I detected a touch of sadness in her voice. We both returned to the hot tub and spent the rest of the day relaxing.

Come dinnertime, the phone rang. I had wanted my parents to give me complete autonomy over the week--I was legally an adult, after all--but they insisted that as long as I was under their roof, they were still going to worry about me. Before I'd left for the cabin, we reached a compromise where they would only call to check up on me two times during the week.

I guess it could have been worse. Liz's mom called her two times every day.

With a roll of my eyes, I picked up the phone and quickly assured my folks that everything was fine and that, no, nobody had died.

"Thank you honey," my mom answered, "glad to hear it."

We talked for another five minutes, then I went to hang up the receiver--

"Oh, honey? Your friend Corrine called."

"I told you mom, she and I aren't really friends, anymore."

"I know, sweetie, but she sounded so upset over the phone. She was crying, and she kept saying to tell you how sorry she was. She's called about fifteen times, it feels like. I don't know what happened between the two of you, but you shouldn't stay mad at your friends. Even if it's their fault."

A knot formed in my throat. Corrine was crying? What had happened to her? I realized, to my chagrin, that I still cared about the girl. Knowing what a shitty boyfriend she had, I could only imagine what kind of trouble she was in.

"Thanks, mom."

Without even pausing to consider what I was doing, I hung up and dialed Corrine.

"Hello?" The voice at the other end was raspy and strained, as though it was coming off the end of a long crying session. It had been maybe two weeks since I'd heard her voice (I mean really heard her voice, not just in class), but it felt like years.

"It's me."

For a long while, all I could hear was her breathing. Finally, she whispered, "Can I see you?"

"Corry, I'm two hours away, in the mountains. None of us are coming back until next week."

"Oh. Sorry, I didn't know. I just wanted to--I need to apologize to everyone. Especially to you. I didn't mean to interrupt your vacation. Could we talk when you get back?"

"Yeah, we can talk. You sure you're okay?"

"I'm okay, I didn't mean to scare you."

I sighed, somewhat relieved by her answer. Still, the pain in her voice was unmistakable. It broke my heart.

"Okay," I finally answered, "take care."

"Ian? Thank you for calling me back. I would have understood if you didn't."

I snarled at the phone, trying to stay proud and angry but knowing full well that I had already forgiven her.

"Corry? I'll be there in two hours."

I hung up before she had a chance to respond.

I don't remember what I told my friends in the cabin as I grabbed my car keys and headed for the door, but they could see how important it was to me and nobody breathed a word to keep me from going.

The rainstorm that was blanketing all of California that spring was particularly mean in the dark. I drove faster than was safe, but I reasoned that my brain was feeling extra alert and focused. 

Still, being alert and focused won't stop you from hydroplaning, and after one blind curve I couldn't stop myself from rear-ending the stalled truck in front of me.

Luckily, nobody was hurt (well, nobody except my poor minivan. The grill and bumper looked like a crinkled gum wrapper). The other driver was actually pretty reasonable about the whole thing when I explained that there was a girl involved. He took my information down and we both went on our way.

.................

I pulled up in front of Corrine's house an hour later, less concerned about my recent car accident than I was about confronting my estranged friend. She answered the door, utterly disbelieving that I was actually there.

"You drove all the way back? Just like that?"

I nodded, heart racing in my chest. Then she saw my mangled car parked on the street.

"Oh my God, Ian! What happened?!"

"I, uh--I rear-ended a guy on the way here. It's no big deal. It's still drivable, and the headlights work, and—uh—nevermind."

Corrine's beautiful blue eyes turned wet with worry, and she spun to shout to her dad that she was heading out for the night.

We took her car.

"Do you need to see a doctor?" she demanded.

"No—look, I'm fine, I promise."

"Ian, I am so sorry about your car."

"I didn't drive down here to talk about my car."

We passed under a streetlight, and I couldn't help but smile when it illuminated her at my side: she was such a goddamn knockout. No makeup, no jewelry, blonde hair up in a simple bun, she was still the hottest girl I had ever seen. She had on a burgundy, flowy strapless dress that showed off her slender shoulders and teased at the unbelievable curves beneath. I could only imagine how hard it must have been for a girl of Corrine's proportions to find a functional strapless bra to go with it.

We had no destination in mind, we just needed a few minutes to get used to being around each other again. I could sense that, whatever Corrine wanted to say to me, it wasn't gonna be easy for her.

She finally pulled over near the beach--the same beach where we had filmed her first scene for that stupid werewolf movie back in October. She looked surprised when she realized where she had driven us, leading me to believe it had been entirely subconscious on her part. I couldn't help but think that this beach meant the same thing to her that it did to me: it represented the moment that she and I became friends. If that unlikely moment--that miracle--hadn't happened, our senior years would have been very different.

Rain hammered the windshield, casting strange, fluid shadows across the two of us as we sat there. Finally, shamefully, she muttered, "I had sex with Steve."

It was the last thing I wanted to hear. My insides boiled.

I didn't respond, so she just continued, "It was two nights ago, when you all left for Spring Break without me. I was angry, and lost, and I thought it would make me feel better."

"Did it?" I spat out. Her head drooped, eyes avoiding mine.

"No. It was awful. He acted like I wasn't even there. Like I was just a toy for him to play with. I broke up with him the next morning."

Tears were running down her cheeks, now, but I couldn't bring myself to comfort her. There was still an invisible wall between us. Corrine managed to lift her head and meet my eyes as she choked out words:

"I am sorry for all the horrible things I said to you, Ian. And I'm so, so sorry about, you know, about what I did."

"You mean, when you tried to blow me as practice for your boyfriend?!"

"I didn't mean to humiliate you."

"Well you did! You can't even imagine how humiliating that was."

Her eyes met mine, and in a flash I realized that she could do better than just imagine it. She could remember it. Thanks to Steve's bungled, selfish lovemaking, Corrine knew exactly how she had made me feel.

"I was lost," she pleaded, "All you guys were getting these college acceptance letters and going off to have these amazing lives. Well, how about me? I've got nothing waiting for me once I graduate. What's my future look like? All I had–ALL I had--was you guys. And you're all leaving me behind."

Something in her voice made me snap. Furious, I opened the door and got out of the car. Corrine hurried out after me, through the darkness and the rain, our feet splashing across the grassy area overlooking the beach.

"Ian, wait!"

I spun, grabbing her firmly by the shoulders, and met her eyes:

"None of us are leaving you behind, Corry! Stop feeling sorry for yourself! We're just starting the next chapter of our lives. News flash: All friendships end, eventually. Whether by death or by distance. That doesn't mean this isn't worth holding onto as long as we can. We should all be enjoying every second we have left together, not grumbling about the future. But you? You decided it would be easier to just burn every bridge and be done with it."

I was shouting now, and each successive word shrunk my tall, intimidating, "Viking" friend into a smaller and smaller huddle in front of me. The world around us was lost to the darkness. There was no moon, no streetlights, no stars. They didn't exist. We could only see each other, illuminated by the headlights of her beat-up old Volkswagon.

"I just wanted someone in my life who would still be there when summer came to an end. I didn't want it to be like this."

"Well, what do you want, Corry?"

"I want things to be like they were! I want my friends back. I want you back." Her head fell against my shoulder, sobbing incoherently. "And-and I want to be a virgin again. But since that's not gonna happen... Can you forgive me?"

We were both soaked to the bone. My stomach twisted, my jaw muscles clenched, and I finally exploded, angrily shouting, "Of course I forgive you!" I let out a long, tired sigh. Saying those words had exhausted me. "You're my best friend, Corry. You don't even have to ask."

Then she kissed me.

I felt a fire in my chest as we collapsed together onto the wet grass, oblivious to the merciless rain hammering down on us. Our bodies locked together, writhing on the ground as we kissed, desperate for each other's lips. Ravenous for each other's bodies. 

My hands clasped against the small of her back, sensing the warmth of her skin through the cold wet dress. Before I realized it, I was holding onto her bare thighs, then impatiently moving my fingers up, beneath her dress, groping the firmness of her ass through her flimsy, rain-soaked underwear.

She pulled me tightly against her body, still crying as she covered my face in kisses. She grabbed two great handfuls of my shirt and yanked it over my head, happily running her hands up and down my naked chest, reassuring herself that I was really there.

I rolled over, pinning her voluptuous body beneath me as I brought my mouth down onto her shoulder. Thick, cold raindrops whipped down at the skin of my back—but no amount of bad weather was going to keep us apart. Not now.

The thin fabric of her dress was plastered to the shape of her body, and when my view finally dropped from her beautiful face to the thrust of her two luscious breasts, I could feel myself panting in anticipation. Between the rain and the passion of our kissing, her neckline had dragged down low enough to expose a positively indecent amount of cleavage. Wet material dipped down between her tits, clinging to her skin.

The reality of it was almost scary. After all these months of maddening, uncontrollable desire, I would actually be holding those breasts in my hands. For a brief moment, I froze up—

Then Corrine took my hand and planted it firmly on her chest. I met her eyes, and squeezed.

Heaven. I had never in my life desired anything so much as I desired Corrine's body. Her golden hair, her glowing skin, her slender waist, her long, shapely legs, her smooth, sexy ass... And, above all else, her unreasonably huge, natural tits.

I squeezed and squeezed through her bra, kissing the warm, exposed cleavage above. She lifted her head up off the grass to watch me work—getting even more aroused by the sight of how happy she was making me.

"Been waiting a long time for that," she cooed, "haven't you?"

In response, I darted a finger underneath the cup of her bra and lightly flicked it across a plump, juicy nipple.

Slowly, her hands drifted down to my belt, which she quietly unbuckled. My zipper came next, and then I felt the rain sting my legs as she pulled my jeans down past my knees. I froze, unable to take my eyes off her hand as it searched for the fly on my boxers—then reached inside, stealing my breath as she grasped my hot iron hardness and began stroking.

My dizzy head dropped to the soft cushion of her bosom, panting and groaning from her touch until I was longer, harder, and thicker than I'd ever been in my life. The confinement of my boxers became too much to bare, so I yanked them down and let my cock spring free into the night air for Corrine to fondle.

She lifted and spread her knees beneath me, the motion hiking her dress up above her hips and revealing the adorable white panties she had on: lace fabric cut into the shape of butterfly wings. 

The rest of my body froze in place as I dropped my hips down and pushed my naked cock against her, feeling the scalding heat of her cunt burning through the diaphanous layer of wet lace.

"Mmm..." Corrine moaned.

I slowly screwed my hips, dragging the firmness of my penis across her panties. The stimulation drove Corrine crazy, and I watched with satisfaction as she arched her back in pleasure, unconsciously swatting at the ground with her hands in building ecstasy. 

A deep, guttural groan escaped her lips, and then Corrine's eyes were suddenly locked onto me with laser focus. She clamped her thighs around me, holding my cock in place against her body as she rolled us over, until it was my back splashing against the grass and her body being pummeled by the rain.

She leaned back, her hips undulating uncontrollably against mine. Her half-lidded eyes fluttered in pleasure, and one of her hands immediately went to the mound of her own breast, squeezing it through the fabric of her bra.

With her other hand, Corrine reached down in the space between us and grabbed hold of my cock again, grazing the tip back and forth across her butterfly panties. Through the brevity of the lace, I could feel not only her heat, but the exact shape of her enflamed pussy lips rubbing against me.

Somehow, I was still cogent enough to search out the zipper on the side of her dress. As I slid it down, her dress crumpled to a halo at her waist–and I was rewarded with the view of the heavy-duty strapless bra struggling to support her huge, heaving tits.

Raindrops showered down upon acres of exposed cleavage, glittering as they refracted the headlights from her car. Our eyes met one final time before Corrine reached down to the crotch of her delicate panties--pulling them aside to allow my desperate cock access to her willing cunt.

I knew this was only her second time having sex, so I let Corrine go at her own pace as she fed the tip of my cock up inside her folds. Inch by inch, she took me, her blue eyes growing brighter and happier the deeper I went. When I disappeared completely and our bodies met, the sheer joy of it brought tears to her eyes.

We sat there for a moment, unmoving, relishing the feeling of being joined together for the first time.

"Thank you," she whispered.

Then we went at it like wild animals.

The pounding rain just urged us onwards, like the cracking of a whip, until we were both screaming with delight.

"Yes! Oh, yes!" Corrine shuddered, slamming her hips down against mine.

She arched her back—thrusting out her chest—and reached both hands behind to release the catch on her strapless bra. I fucked her even harder, the expectation growing unbearable. I was about to see her tits, finally revealed in all their naked glory...

After what felt like an eternity, Corrine slipped the catch and cast the awful, constricting garment away into the darkness. The enormity of her breasts exploded into view, inches from my face: supple, round, spectacular. Each one practically the size of my head.

We were fucking so fast that they bounced out of control, a blur before my eyes. My hands quickly grabbed hold of her tits, greedily groping them like there was no tomorrow.

Corrine closed her eyes and a smile crossed her lips—she knew the effect those things had on me. We were so far past the point of foreplay that I didn't even bother being gentle with her. I rubbed and pulled at her thick pink nipples while she screamed my name.

Then I wrapped both my hands around her left tit (there was still room to spare, if you can believe it) and directed it into my mouth. I licked a spiral around her nipple, teasing and taunting, drawing it to full attention before clamping my lips over it and smothering the thick, pink nub with the meat of my tongue.

She fell forward into me, pressing her breasts down onto my face as I suckled. Her fingers clenched at handfuls of the wet grass beneath us. I switched my mouth to her other tit, surprising the poor girl by going right for her nipple this time.

Throughout all of this, we never stopped fucking. My cock thrust harder and harder into the tight, volcanic inferno between her legs. She shoved her hips back down onto me with desperate abandon, slapping her clit against my pelvis each time I filled her with my shaft.




Bosom Buddies Ch. 07



We were on fire, throwing everything we had at each other. I was getting light-headed; could scarcely catch my breath. God, she's tight!

"You're my best friend, Ian," she managed between breaths, "You're the best friend I've ever had."

I could see she was right on the edge, saw the serenity in her eyes, knowing it would all be over soon. I let her breast fall from my mouth and I answered, "You're mine, too."

Then she came, screaming into the night sky. Bucking her hips like a madwoman. I could feel her whole body shaking against me, and it was too much to bear: the screaming, the shaking, the softness of her body and the view of her tits...

But mostly, it was the anticipation. Months of daily teasing and nightly fantasies, building and building upon each other until I thought I was losing my mind. I had felt like nothing without Corrine, and now, inside her, I felt like everything. 

She fell limp atop my body, spilling the entirety of her cleavage across my face. Her high-pitched, post-orgasmic whimpering filled my ears as I continued to thrust my cock—

I grabbed her ass with both hands and erupted into her, showering her heated core with my own white lava.

In the aftermath, as we lay together on the grass, Corrine kept caressing my face and muttering "Thank you," over and over.

"Corrine? Do you have any idea how long or how badly I've wanted to do that?"

She giggled and gave a cute nod of her head. Then she turned serious for a moment, like she wanted to say something but was too embarrassed. I told her to just come out with it, and she whispered, "Can we say that this was my first time, even though it wasn't? Can we say this was how I lost my virginity? With you?"

I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her reassuringly. "This was your first time. Whatever happened between you and Steve the other night didn't count."

That made her so happy she started crying again.

It took us forever to find her bra. Corrine hadn't thrown it far, but it was pitch black out on the beach, and it took a good fifteen minutes of crawling around on our hands and knees in the pouring rain, blindly groping at the grass before I stumbled onto the damn thing.

On the way back to her house, I told Corrine that I wanted her to come back to Rachel's cabin with me, to be with the rest of us for the week. 

"But I wasn't invited," she protested. "And everyone hates me right now."

"I'M inviting you. And everyone will forgive you. It's not the same without you, not for any of us."

I could see that the prospect of facing her angry friends scared the shit out of the girl, but she bravely nodded her assent. She told her family what was up, grabbed a few days' worth of clothes, and rejoined me at my mangled van. She had stealthily borrowed a dry shirt and pants from her older brother for me to wear—which were comfortable enough, despite looking clownish on me (Corrine's brother was six foot five).

The rain wasn't nearly as bad on the way back as it had been earlier that night. An hour into the drive, I pulled us over onto the side of the highway and shepherded my passenger into the back of the minivan—where she straddled me reverse-cowgirl and we fucked again, so that I'd be clear-headed and able to drive safely, without constantly staring at her tits. It sort of worked. At least I didn't get in another accident.

She asked me if I wanted her to be my girlfriend now, and when I answered "No," she was tremendously relieved, if not a little surprised.

"I love you, Ian, I really do. So much. But I don't think of you as a boyfriend, either. Please don't take that the wrong way."

And I didn't. Corrine was an important part of my life, and I an important part of hers, but there was no romance between us. Never had been. There had been passion, and plenty of lust (mostly on my end), but never romance. And this time, after being burned by Stephanie, preemptively dismissed by Amy and Talia, and confused by Elizabeth, I had finally, truly, learned my lesson.

"Corrine, you're my friend. That's all I want from you." Then I chuckled, and added, "That, and the occasional tit-fuck."

She actually blushed.

It was two thirty in the morning when we got back to Rachel's cabin. The sound of the car pulling up drove a relieved Elizabeth out the front door and into my arms, before I even reached the porch.

"Oh my god! What happened to your car? Are you alright? You had me so worried! You drove off in the dark, in the rain, and never even called to tell us you were safe. What is wrong with you?!"

I gave her a kiss on the forehead and apologized. She threw a questioning look at Corrine, to which I simply explained: "She's back."

Everyone was in their pajamas when we walked inside, but they'd all waited up for me. Upon seeing Corrine, they had pretty much the same shocked, suspicious expression that Liz had had out front. And I gave them the same explanation: "She's back."

I was firm with my tone, and my confidence in the girl inspired the rest of the group to give her a chance. Corrine spent a few minutes clumsily apologizing to the others, but it wasn't long before they put her out of her misery and all crowded to give her a welcoming hug. 

Even Talia, who had felt by far the most betrayed of any of us, broke down in tears and embraced her friend.

It felt great. Everyone was energized and happy to have Corrine back. Despite the late hour, nobody wanted to sleep (though the prospect of simultaneously sharing a bed with Corrine, Elizabeth, and Amy wasn't exactly an unwelcome prospect for me), and we all decided to celebrate our friend's return by getting back in the hot tub.

The warm water was luxuriating after my long night in the rain, and the girls looked incredible as they slipped their nubile bodies into the tub beside me. And this time, I allowed myself to enjoy the view:

Stephanie plopped down on Simon's lap, the top halves of her substantial boobs bobbing above the surface of the water. Her bubblegum pink swimsuit couldn't help but remind me of how sweet and tasty the treats inside it were.

Talia's black string bikini was exactly the same style as Rachel's white one–hinting at a day, not long ago, when the two lesbian lovers had gone shopping together to make sure they could dress as a couple. What I wouldn't have given to be a fly on the wall of THAT changing room.

Amy looked radiant and refreshed after her awful morning. She was wearing the hilariously tight green piece of dental floss she had tried on for me the day we first fucked each other, leaving the muscles of her ass almost bare as she wiggled across the deck and hopped beneath the water of the tub, sitting at my left.

Elizabeth was wearing a white and black striped bikini that tied behind her neck, with triangular cups stretching to support her tits. She took a seat at my right, and let her small hand rest comfortingly on my bare thigh.

Last into the tub was Corrine, who in her haste to leave had forgotten to pack a swimsuit. The closest thing she had brought was a leopard print bra with matching underwear. The print couldn't help but remind me what an animal the girl had been when we were fucking earlier that night. With no room left in the tub for her to sit, Corrine rested her tall, busty body comfortably on my lap. With her height, only the very bottoms of her breasts even met the water.

Despite the fact that I had cum five times in the past twenty-four hours, I was already hard again by the time Corrine showed up.

It was great, just like old times. Laughter, and fun, and merciless teasing by half a dozen gorgeous babes. There was an un-chilled bottle of pink champagne in the liquor cabinet, and everyone partook (everyone but Amy, who looked queasy just thinking about alcohol.)

We brought Corrine up to speed on everything that had happened since she had left: the attack of the bees, the game of spin the bottle, me and Elizabeth hooking up--Rachel even blurted out the story about me watching her and Talia go at it in the van.

"Oh my God!" Stephanie shouted at me, "You are such a Peeping Tom!" Then she turned to the others and exclaimed, "Ian and Liz were spying on me and Simon last night when we were fooling around! I heard them!"

"It was an accident!" Elizabeth was quick to point out.

This was all news to Simon. He turned bright red and didn't know what to say. Liz gave the poor guy a quick peck on the cheek: "Don't worry, you were really hot. You've got nothing to be embarrassed about."

He nodded in appreciation of her comment, but we could tell he was still feeling mortified.

"I'll tell you what," Elizabeth finally said, turning to Amy with a challenging glint in her eye, "What do you guys say we all go skinny-dipping?"

It was clear retaliation for Amy's behavior a few months ago at my pool party when she had teased Liz about her unwillingness to strip down. Who would have thought shy little Liz, of all people, would be the one to suggest that? Maybe it was just the elation we all felt that our group was whole again, now that Corrine was back amongst us. 

We all laughed, and nodded, and began to disrobe—

"No!" Liz cried out, "One at a time!"

And with that, she stood on the bench, her whole body up out of the water, and pulled loose the knot on her top. The triangles of fabric fell away, baring her soft, oversized bust and her excited, wine-dark nipples to the rest of us. She turned to make sure that Simon had an especially good view as she clumsily wiggled out of her bottoms.

Stephanie adjusted her position on her boyfriend's lap. "He liked that," she laughed, "I could feel it."

With her skin flushed with excitement, Elizabeth dropped down into the hot, bubbling water of the tub. And gave Simon a naked hug. 

"It's the least I could do, after the show you gave me last night."

He just stared at her tits.

"I'm next!" Rachel insisted, and she hopped her petite body out of the water and quickly untied the knots holding up her bikini. Her breasts were perfect handfuls, and her ass was pert and lovely. As soon as she was back in the water, Talia was openly fondling the girl's tits in front of all of us.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it," she joked.

In response, Rachel dropped below the surface of the water and we watched through the bubbles as she pulled off her lesbian lover's string bikini. With her teeth. 

Now naked as well, Talia hopped up out of the water for all to see, even doing a little pirouette for us that showed off the entirety of her sensuous, exotic body.

"Now a boy!" Amy cheered, and all eyes turned to me.

"Okay," I laughed. "Simon, look away."

He averted his gaze as I stood up on the bench and lowered my suit, exposing my erection for all the girls to see at once. Thanks to the cold mountain air, steam actually rose from the shaft. It was a thrill, my penis being the center of attention like that.

While I stood there, Amy reached out and gave my cock a good, solid squeeze. "It's been too long since I've had one of these," she grumbled.

Not to be outdone by Amy, Liz groped my naked butt, her favorite part of the male body. When I sat back down, I noticed that Stephanie's eyes were locked onto me, ablaze with desire. Her hand was clearly stroking Simon beneath the water.

A moment later, Stephanie jumped off of her boyfriend and climbed onto the side of the tub. Shaking with anticipation, she kicked off her pink bottoms and revealed the soft patch of blonde fuzz on her crotch. Then she turned around and gave us a quick show, wagging her bubble-shaped butt.

Talia actually got a bit adventurous, and reached up to give the blonde girl a grope.

Keeping her back to us, Stephanie unsnapped her bubblegum bikini bra and let it drop. She shook her chest, teasingly exposing only the sides of her full breasts as they swung back and forth into view. Finally, Steph turned and revealed her young, buxom self to our eyes. 

A classic pin-up, in the flesh.

She dropped back into the spa, not onto Simon's lap this time, but at his side, so that she could rub her naked breasts against his shoulder. She kept fondling him beneath the bubbles, audibly whispering, "Who would you like to go next, baby?"

Simon's eyes shifted between the only two girls who weren't naked—Amy and Corrine—totally unable to make up his mind. I couldn't really blame the guy.

"Tell you what," Amy finally laughed, scooting over to Corrine, "We'll undress each other."

And so they did. The rest of us held our breath as Amy and Corrine climbed out of the hot tub and slowly, teasingly, caressed each other's bodies for our viewing pleasure. Corrine made a show of squeezing and kneading Amy's sculpted buttocks as she slipped the girl's green thong down to the ground. As always, Amy was totally clean-shaven.

Amy ordered Corrine to sit on the side of the tub, then she scooted behind her, giving the taller girl a sensual back and shoulder massage, gradually slipping the straps of her leopard print bra down off her shoulders.

Then she released the catch in the back, and slid her palms down Corry's chest, cupping the exposed cleavage as she went, until she had pushed the bra off entirely.

As it fell into the water beside me, I suddenly felt a small hand wrap itself around my naked shaft and begin stroking. I glanced briefly away from the two beauties stripping each other to see Liz, sitting at my side with a naughty grin on her face. I pulled her in for a fierce kiss on the lips.

"No, keep watching them," Liz urged.

I obeyed. I watched as Corrine, playfully groping Amy's boobs, yanked the tiny green bikini top up over the girl's red mane of hair and tossed it aside. Amy dropped to her knees, her unencumbered breasts bouncing from the motion. She peppered Corry's midriff with kisses as she tugged down the leopard print underwear, then, just for show, planted a big sexy kiss on the soft tuft of Corrine's pubic hair.

Simon was going crazy. We could all see that he was on his way to orgasm. Stephanie smiled at her man:

"Now you, baby. Show these girls what you've got under there."

Simon stood up on uneasy legs, surveying all the naked breasts bobbing in the water around him. He gulped. I pointedly looked away, happy to focus on the way Liz's tits were jiggling as she jacked me off.

Liz's eyes, of course, were glued to Simon's cock. I could hear the sound of him pulling away his waistband, and the girls' riotous cheers as his long, hard penis swung up into view.

Soon as I heard the splash of Simon dropping back into the concealment of the water, I went back to ogling my female friends. I had seen each of them naked before, sure, but never all at the same time. It was a feast for my eyes, the kind of moment I had only ever fantasized about.

Simon and Stephanie were so horny they immediately began making out with each other, passionately kissing as though the rest of us weren't even there.

Talia and Rachel followed suit, with Rachel even squirming onto Talia's lap to have her butt groped while their tongues entwined.

The rest of us--Corrine, Amy, Elizabeth, and me--just watched sheepishly as the two couples went at it.

"Mmm, bed!" Stephanie finally moaned, and she and Simon promptly launched their naked bodies out of the water and ran into the cabin. The two lesbians exchanged a nod and followed suit, leaving me alone in the hot tub with three horny, single, naked women.

Elizabeth was still jacking me off beneath the heated water, but I suddenly felt a second hand on my pole as well. With a wink, Amy joined in on the action. Corrine relaxed on the bench across from us, watching my arousal while fingering her own cunt.

As Amy and Elizabeth continuing to masturbate me, I alternated my attention between the two of them, kissing their faces, lips, necks, and slender shoulders. With my right hand, I groped and juggled Liz's breasts. With my left, I fondled Amy's ass and stroked her shaven crotch.

Not wanting Corrine to feel left out, I moved us all off the bench and into the middle of the hot tub, where I could literally be the center of attention. Statuesque and stacked, Corrine got up and moved around behind me, squashing her gigantic breasts against my back and planting kisses along my shoulders.

As soon as I would begin focusing on one girl, the others would instantly snuggle up against me, licking my chest or nibbling my ear. In the background, we could all hear the screams and moans as Simon, Stephanie, Talia, and Rachel came in their lovers' arms. It was impossible to concentrate on what I was doing amidst all the stimulation.

But I couldn't leave it at that. I didn't want to be a selfish lover, even with three separate women to please. I knew I couldn't handle them all at once, so I became determined to take care of my girls one at a time. 

With a deep breath to get my head straight, I turned all of my attention to Elizabeth. Our tongues danced aggressively as I pulled her body to mine, yanking her small hand off my cock and draping it around my neck in an embrace. Impatiently, I worked my fingers up between her legs and began rubbing.

As Liz let the pleasure overtake her, I dropped my face beneath the water and licked her extra sensitive nipples.

"Yes!" she screamed, going nuts from the stimulation. 

With a shock, I suddenly felt my cock go unattended as Amy released her grip. I looked at her to see what was going on, but the feisty redhead just got an evil look in her eyes and dropped below the surface of the water. 

Then she put her mouth on me. Amy was kneeling on the floor of the hot tub, holding her breath while she ran her tongue up and down my shaft. I probably would have cum right there, had it not been for Liz anxiously yanking my face back down to her nipples, distracting me from my own pleasure by allowing me to focus on hers.

That didn't last long. In under a minute, Elizabeth was coming against my fingers, sucking in gulps of air to keep herself from passing out. 

She and Corrine hugged me between their bodies for a long time while Amy kept sucking me off, underwater. It took all my willpower to keep from climaxing.

Eventually, even champion swimmer Amy had to come up for air, and as soon as she surfaced I rewarded her with a long, grateful kiss on the lips.

"Me next!" she demanded, "I haven't cum ONCE this week!" I happily picked Amy up and planted her fabulous butt on the side of the hot tub, then spread her legs and immediately stuck my face in her pussy.

As she bucked against my mouth, Liz and Corrine took up position behind me—massaging my back and shoulders with kisses while their wet, naked breasts occasionally bumped up against me, buoyant in the water.

For fun, Amy picked up the half-empty bottle of pink champagne and poured it seductively onto her chest, where the sweet beverage ran in rivulets over the curves of her big, perky breasts, across the muscles of her toned midriff, and into the delightful folds of her clean-shaven vagina.

I lapped it up like an addict, literally getting drunk off eating the girl's pussy.

The frenzy of my tongue sent Amy over the edge. She climaxed loudly, rubbing her own excited nipples with satisfaction in the afterglow. I didn't let her get back in the water until I had licked every drop of champagne off that body.

Panting, I turned to look at Corrine. I moved to take her in my arms, but she shook just shook her head, saying "You first."

The other girls nodded in agreement.

Hardly able to contain my excitement, I switched places with Amy, sitting on the side of the tub with my erection towering in the night air. All three ladies approached as a group, a trio of tantalizing sea nymphs.

And then they began licking. Three separate tongues danced teasingly along my shaft, from the smooth dome of my cockhead all the way to the root. With their hands, they gently caressed my inner thighs. For Liz's benefit, I put my weight on my hands and lifted my hips up off the ground, giving her easy access to grope away at my buttocks.




Bosom Buddies Ch. 07



For her part, Amy was enjoying this so much that she already had her hand between her legs, frigging herself beneath the water while my cock rudely stretched out her cheek.

Liz was at the most awkward angle to participate in this heavenly three-way blowjob, so eventually she gave up and let the other two girls handle my cock while she got out of the water and sat down beside me.

Predictably, my eyes dropped to her epic tits. With a proud smile, Liz fed them to me while her friends sucked and licked at my groin.

Amy let go of my cock long enough to observe, "Liz likes having her tits sucked, and Ian goes crazy for tits. I'm telling you guys, you're a perfect match for each other."

We weren't gonna argue with that logic.

"Speaking of which," Amy continued, "have you fucked Corrine's tits yet?"

Corrine pulled her mouth off of me and smiled, clearly up for the challenge. My eyes went wide as she stood up to her full height, those glistening melons of hers rising above the water, right to the exact same level as my cock.

"I bet you're gonna like this," Elizabeth whispered.

Amy pulled herself out of the water and sat at my other side, still anxiously fingering her smooth twat as she watched the show. Then she grabbed my hand and replaced the fingers inside her with mine.

I let Liz's tits fall from my hungry mouth long enough to commit my full attention to the sight of Corrine closing the distance between us, wedging my cock into the cleavage between her big, wet tits.

To my right, Amy came again, swearing and shouting through her convulsions. My fingers shone with her juices.

To my left, Elizabeth was eager to press her sensitive nipples back against my tongue, and I was eager to lick them.

And between my legs, Corrine pumped her bosom up and down, up and down—soft breast meat slapping down against my thighs. She lowered her open mouth, so that the spear tip of my cock collided with her tongue after every thrust—

Too much! Too much!

My semen blasted into the air, then rained down across the expanse of Corrine's cleavage.

Amy leaned down and licked it off, holding my gaze the entire time, knowing full well how much I would appreciate the image of her licking Corrine's breasts. Daringly, she even slipped her tongue across one of Corry's painfully aroused nipples, provoking a shriek of pleasure.

"Feels nice, doesn't it?" Elizabeth laughed.

"Come here, Corry," I said, slipping back down into the rejuvenating water. "It's your turn."

She reclined against me, light-headed with desire. My over-worked cock, still half hard, nestled pleasantly between her ass cheeks. I whispered into the my friend's ear, "Just relax and enjoy."

Gently, I placed one hand between her legs and began rubbing. With my other, I lazily lifted and caressed her magnificent breasts, still in awe of them. I felt her head fall back into my shoulder and she closed her eyes, luxuriating in the attention.

Once her eyes were closed, I looked to Elizabeth and Amy, still up for some fun, and nodded towards Corrine's tits, jutting up above the water. They were both a bit hesitant at first, but Amy and Elizabeth's natural competitiveness with one another won out in the end. Neither girl would be out done by the other. After only a moment, both beauties leaned down to Corrine's breasts and sucked on her delicious nipples.

Corrine sat bolt upright in surprise, but once she realized what was going on she just let herself relax back against me, purring about how good it felt.

I knew it wasn't just the physical stimulation, either. It was the affirmation that her friends still loved her; that we all cared about her and wanted her in our lives. 

That we had forgiven her for the way she had behaved.

Corrine's breaths grew short and weak. Her hips wriggled against my hand, inadvertently rubbing her butt against my cock. I increased the speed of my fingers, squeezing my palm against her clit. Amy and Elizabeth sucked hard, pulling Corry's nipples with their lips...

"I love you guys," she moaned, then came. Her climax was quiet and quick, but beautiful to watch. As soon as she finished, I felt the whole of Corrine's body go slack atop me. She kissed me in gratitude, then surprised us by kissing Amy and Liz right after. 

We all laughed about it.

It was a perfect ending to a long, confusing day. We dried off and went to sleep, scooting the two queen-sized beds together to make one gigantic bed so that the four of us could snuggle. I'm pretty sure I got the best part of that arrangement.

As we all quietly dozed off, I thought to myself, Yes! You finally got it figured out, man! This is how it should be: everyone has fun, everyone stays good friends. No romance, no complications, no hurt feelings. This is the best.

A nagging voice reminded me how strange and wrong I had felt that morning, when Liz and I had agreed not to become a couple for practical reasons, but I banished the thought as soon as it reared its ugly, unwanted head.

Forget that. Forget romance and relationships. I'm just eighteen. THIS is what I want. Things are finally perfect, right?

Convinced that the others were fast asleep, Amy crawled on top of me and whispered, "So, who are you asking to prom?"

Um.

Shit.



(To be continued...)



Bosom Buddies Ch. 08



 (All characters in this story are at least 18 years old) 

*

I deflected Amy's question with some joke about showing up "like a pimp" with all three of them on my arm. She'd laughed at that and dropped the subject, but I already knew it was going to be a problem. Sure, I had more than a month until prom—time enough to figure it out—but a nagging worry nevertheless crawled into the back of my mind, made itself comfortable, and refused to leave.

Obviously, my joke about bringing all three was just that, a joke. It was one thing for me to be in a situation where I was casually fooling around with Corrine, Amy, and Elizabeth, but none of them would be happy to attend prom with one third of a date. And honestly? I would have felt less like a "pimp" and more like some weird sleaze-ball.

So, who DID I want to invite? And what would happen to the girls I didn't? Liz would be crushed, Amy would be pissed, and Corrine would think it was punishment for the hurtful things she had said to me back when she was dating Steve.

A year ago, I would have guessed that my biggest challenge with prom would be finding ONE girl who would want go with me, not deciding between three of the hottest ladies in school.

There was no winning play. In the meantime, I did my best to keep myself distracted.

After Corrine's return, our remaining days at the cabin passed in a surreal, debaucherous blur. For the first time in our lives as sexually active teenagers, there were no parents to interfere for an entire week. No curfews to avoid, no fear of being caught in the act, and no difficulty finding privacy when we wanted it.

We could do whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted. And we wanted it pretty much non-stop.

By the fourth day, everyone was so horny that we no longer even made a pretense of being interested in anything else. We still hung out and joked, and ate meals as a group, but that part of the day felt almost like an intermission for the important stuff: the sex.

Hours passed in what felt like minutes. One day led into the next without us even realizing it. We no longer slept on any particular schedule, we just zonked out when we were too tired to fool around anymore.

Sadly, that awesome night in the hot tub proved to be my last foursome with Amy, Corrine, and Elizabeth. The conditions had been perfect to create a spontaneous, uncontrollable, one-time explosion of lust, but after that night, group stuff felt awkward and forced. The three girls were willing to share me, but not at the same time.

Looking back, it was just as well. I doubt I would have had the stamina to last the entire week if I had been expected to simultaneously pleasure three women all by myself.

The only exception was this one night when Amy tried to sleep in the other bed while I was devouring Corrine's pussy, and the sound of our lovemaking got her so turned on that she insisted on joining in. She pressed herself behind me and gave my cock a reach-around while fingering herself through her the soaked cotton of her panties.

I tried not to be distracted, but I barely made it through Corrine's climax. As soon as my big-titted blonde lover finished coming, I leaned back and let myself go—watching as long trails of boiling semen blasted out of me and splashed onto Corrine's pubic hair, dripping down between her legs.

But other than that, my various rendezvous with the three girls were all one-on-one.

I saw substantially less of the two couples we were staying with, as they kept mostly to the privacy of their own rooms. There were a few memorable times, however, when I would be walking past the living room only to see Stephanie and Simon's sweaty bodies writhing on the couch, or when I would go out for a dip in the hot tub and discover that it was already occupied by Talia and Rachel, their naked bosoms splashing against each other as they kissed.

Liz and I lost any compunction about spying on Stephanie and Simon from our adjoining bathroom. Watching our amorous neighbors through the slats in the door became something of an unspoken game, as a matter of fact. They would try to be as quiet as possible, and if we still caught them in the act, we won.

And it went both ways: more than once, while I was getting a passionate blowjob from Elizabeth, I heard excited laughter and moans coming through the door as Simon and Stephanie peaked in on us, no doubt frigging each other just as we did when we watched them. On the few occasions when we knew we were being spied on, Liz and I would reposition ourselves on the bed to provide a better view for our audience: her tits for Simon's enjoyment, and my cock for Stephanie's. The exhibitionist thrill of it just adding to our own arousal.

I don't think any of us would have been willing to actually, deliberately fuck our partner in front of the neighbors, but the bathroom door provided the perfect smokescreen. Keeping the voyeurs out of sight made it much more comfortable for everyone involved.

To their credit, neither Simon nor Stephanie actually had "sex" during that entire time. She wanted to wait until prom, and he was willing to oblige her. They did do just about everything else, however, from tit-fucking to blowjobs.

It was much the same story with Elizabeth and myself. At first, she claimed that she didn't want to go "all the way" with me because she wasn't on the pill yet, but when I suggested the simple solution of driving into town and buying a pack of Trojans, she admitted that, in reality, she just wasn't ready to lose her virginity.

She was clearly self-conscious about this self-perceived "prudishness" on her part, but I understood better than anyone how emotionally messy losing one's virginity could be, and I told her she had nothing to be ashamed of.

Liz looked away from me, frowning. "But you're actually getting to have sex with Amy and Corry! I must be so much more boring compared to them."

I shut her up by kissing her as passionately as I possibly could.

"Nobody—NOBODY—kisses me the way you do, Elizabeth. My brain spins out into another galaxy when you kiss me."

I was too nervous tell her the full truth—that there was something else that made my time with Liz so special. Much as I tried to shut it out and simply focus on how hot the girl was, I was always overcome with a strange, unexplainable euphoria when I was in her company. Sex with Amy and Corrine was a blast, to be sure. But just touching Elizabeth was pure bliss. Even doing something utterly innocent, like holding her hand.

I refused to put a name on this feeling, because I feared I already knew what that name would be, and it wasn't a word I was ready to deal with right now. I tried with all my might to keep things between us on a purely "sex and friendship" level. Just like I was able to do with Amy and Corry.

Hence my diabolical plan:

I had Elizabeth follow me into the woods, until I was sure we were out of earshot of the cabin. Alone at last, I gently pushed her up against the trunk of an old tree that looked to be about the right size for what I had in mind.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Trust me."

She nodded, her eyes wide as I leaned down and tasted another of her kisses. The sweetness of her lips was already making me hard.

"Take off my belt," I whispered.

She did as she was told, kissing me all the while. Soon as she was done, I took the belt from her, then grabbed her small hands and immediately pinned them both above her head. I wrapped my belt around the trunk of the tree and over her hands, cinching it in place gently enough to ensure I hadn't hurt her.

"There. Now you're my prisoner."

She rolled her eyes and laughed, but, truth be told, I think she liked the idea of being dominated a little bit. If she had actually wanted to get loose, it would have been the easiest thing in the world for Liz to slip her hands free of my makeshift restraint.

I reached into my pocket and took out the fluffy pink belt from her Hello Kitty bathrobe (I had stolen it earlier for this very moment) and we both laughed while I used it to blindfold her.

"Oh no!" she feigned, "What ever are you plotting?"

"No talking!"

She stifled a giggle at our little game. For a full minute, I just admired the view of my Mediterranean goddess: waves of dark hair spilling down slender shoulders. Beneath the simple blue tank top she wore, Liz's disproportionately large breasts were pushed up and together by her elevated arms. She had a pair of cute capris shorts on over those full hips, and her fair-skinned legs shifted nervously while she waited for me to make my move.

Robbed of her sight, her head perked up, like a bird's, listening for clues.

Silently, I leaned in and kissed her on the throat. When she rewarded me with an excited gasp, I knew we were both in for some fun.

After a moment's consideration, I nipped her ear, sending a shiver through her whole body.

I ran my finger along the delicate softness of her lower lip...

Slid my tongue along the surface of her inner thigh...

Cast a breath of air across the nape of her neck...

Each tiny, unexpected touch built her arousal, bit by bit. A chaste kiss on the cheek made Elizabeth rub her legs together. Her nipples plumped up beneath the fabric of her shirt.

I was grinning ear-to-ear, thinking ahead to my next point of attack. Ever so softly, I cupped her breast. Not squeezing, not groping, merely letting my hand glide along the beautiful curve. Liz held her breath the entire time.

Then, just as my palm reached one of her nipples, I pulled it away—

And planted my mouth on the other.

"Ooh!" she shrieked in surprise. I bit down slightly, making sure that she could feel me through the material of her bra.

Somehow, I found the willpower to wrench myself away from her tit long enough to kiss the girl full on the mouth. She moaned, giving into her building passion, taunting me with the tip of her tongue.

While Liz was distracted by our passionate kiss, I surprised her again by grabbing both of her tits and squeezing hard. The sudden fierceness of my hands on her body provoked a moan, and the girl's lips positively melted against mine in response.  

Her bra needed to go.

My hands teased their way up her back, beneath her shirt, and unsnapped the hook. As always, there was an audible SNAP of elastic as the weight of Elizabeth's enormous tits bounced free of their prison. I couldn't get the shoulder straps off, not with her hands pinned to the tree above her head, so instead I hiked up her tank top above the thrust of her chest, revealing a naughty, black lace bra underneath.

That bra hung limply atop Elizabeth's mountainous bosom, her unencumbered tits spilling out in all directions. Careful not to actually touch her, I lifted the dangling bra cups up off her skin, exposing Liz's dark, desperate nipples to the open air.

They looked delicious. Begging for attention. There was nothing I wanted more than to put those sensitive nipples in my mouth and go wild—and she knew it. I could see by the way Liz was anxiously biting her lip that she fully expected me to drop my tongue to her awesome boobs and satiate them any instant now.

So I didn't. I lowered my face down until I was just a millimeter away, the ragged heat of my breath tickling her breasts...

Then I cupped her pussy through her shorts.

Liz went completely rigid, stung by the unexpected source of pleasure. Her whole body started shaking as I massaged her there, slowly enough that it was impossible for her to cum. Impatient for more stimulation, she thrust her chest at my face, silently pleading for my mouth against her hard nipples.

But she wasn't the one in charge.

Finally, she gave up trying to outguess me. Her head lulled forward on a limp neck and I saw a resigned smile cross her lips. Beautiful Elizabeth was putty in my hands.

I took that as my cue to finally go for her breasts. She whimpered helplessly while I squeezed and licked her soft flesh. As always, I was amazed to see such gigantic breasts on a girl who stood just 5'2". Liz had the most sensitive nipples of any girl I had ever met, and I took full advantage of that fact by suckling them until she was only seconds away from orgasm.

But I wasn't quite done with her yet. I regretfully let her engorged nipple slip from my loving lips and released her huge boobs from my grip, momentarily hypnotized by the way they bounced back into place.

Then I tugged down her capris and started stroking Liz through her black lace panties, warming my fingers against her cunt.

Her ears perked up at the sound of my zipper. I kicked off my jeans and boxers.

"W-what are you doing?" she asked. The heat between her legs grew scalding.

I didn't answer, I just dragged my naked cock inexorably up the inside of her thigh, my fingers intensifying their dance on her clit...

"Ian..."

I removed my fingers and let her feel the full length of my hardness as it rose up between her trembling legs. She whimpered helplessly as I took my shaft in hand, lightly thumping the tip against her pantie-covered crotch.

She was so fucking wet...

Though my cock screamed at me to force myself inside her anxious body, I refused to do that to Liz. Today wasn't about taking her virginity, it was about giving her the best orgasm of her life. I dropped to my knees and grabbed her drenched panties with my teeth, pulling them down as far as I could.

"Oh, yes..." she breathed, praying that her torment was finally coming to an end...

And so it was. I licked across her slit with a long, satisfying stroke of my tongue.

I tried to draw out her pleasure for as long as I could, but she was already damn close. I probed her slick nether lips with my mouth, slid three fingers up inside of her, and gently lapped at her clit.

With my free hand, I reached around and grabbed onto her butt, allowing my fingertips to push down between those full, sexy ass cheeks and feel the fire radiating from within...

"Oh, fuck yes! Aaahhh!"

She went crazy. Liz squirmed in ecstasy against my tongue, soaking my entire face with her honey. Tits flopping around everywhere—so goddamn fucking sexy—

I love this girl.

I came. Out of absolutely fucking nowhere, I came, my screams of pleasure muffled against her dripping cunt. I came with no physical stimulation whatsoever.

Liz shook with a final, twisting spasm, and her loosely tied blindfold slipped off, landing on her nose.

I let her catch her breath for a moment, gently caressing her naked boobs while she muttered incoherently about how amazing her orgasm had been. Eventually, she grew cogent enough to notice the mess I had made on the ground.

"Wait, did you cum?"

"Um—Yeah."

"But, both your hands were on me. I could feel them. How did it happen?"

"I guess, seeing you like that— I don't know, it just did."

I wasn't sure whether or not I was supposed to be embarrassed, but Liz looked happy, and that was enough for me.

...........

Returning home at the end of the week was like waking up from a dream, to the sound of an air raid. First off, I was in pain. My body had been through the most physically exhausting week in history, and every muscle simultaneously decided to hate me. I had never really thought of sex as intense exercise, but then I'd never had the opportunity to go at it non-stop for so long.

Second, I suddenly had no privacy whatsoever. There was always someone around, be it parents, or teachers, and I suddenly went from constantly banging three gorgeous women to having zero chance for intimacy.

And, worst of all, I had exams to study for. "Advance Placement" tests to be precise, the sole determining factor in whether or not I would get credit for all the college-level courses which had gotten me into MIT. If you've ever taken them, you know what I'm bitching about. If you were lucky enough not to—well, imagine taking all the hardest finals you've ever had, back to back, at once, with no break.

For three weeks, all I did was study. Talia and Rachel were in AP Biology with me, so I at least I had company throughout the misery. We studied until we had test answers spilling out of every bodily orifice, only to face a very, VERY long week of testing.

On the morning of my last exam, I stumbled into my biology classroom in a daze, so focused on remembering everything I had studied that I was practically oblivious to the outside world. But oblivious or not, there was no way I wasn't gonna notice Talia. While the rest of us had shown up in the most casual, comfortable clothes we could find, Talia had decided to put the sexy back in academia with a blood-red sleeveless t-shirt. It had an eye-catching, velvety texture and hugged Talia's body like a second skin, showing off the fact that her full, healthy breasts weren't restricted inside a bra.

A coincidence on the seating chart put her desk right in front of mine, which meant I was going to be spending the entirety of the test with my eye-line pointing directly at the amazingly fine ass filling out Talia's black stretch pants. Much as I enjoyed checking out my friend's awesome body, now was not the ideal time.

That test crawled by for an agonizing epoch, but, believe it or not, I managed to make it through the whole thing without daydreaming too much about Talia.

Without daydreaming too much about her succulent tits.

Or her luscious ass.

Or about yanking her skintight pants down and slamming my cock into her from behind while she grabbed her desk for support and moaned out her apologies for distracting me, whilst simultaneously begging, "Just let me cum already, for the love of GOD—"

Come to think of it, maybe I did spend too much time daydreaming.

Anyway, I somehow still finished the damn thing. I set my pencil down, did a final check of my Scantron, and then—like the age of the dinosaurs, or the Roman Empire—my AP tests were officially over. My skull felt strangely empty, as though I had just squeezed out an enormous baby who'd spent the past nine months gestating in my brain. Talia, Rachel, and I staggered out into the daylight, too consumed with mental fatigue to even consider celebrating.

That lasted about six minutes.

Then we were practically climbing the walls, like a brood of giggling two year-olds who'd consumed our weight in amphetamines. The school day was only half over, but the three of us all agreed that we had earned the rest of the afternoon off. We played hooky and hoofed it back to Talia's house, where both her parents were still away at work. Talia broke out a bag of pretzels and a gallon of raspberry chocolate ice cream, and the celebration began.

"It's over!"

"We're done!"

"No more APs!"

We laughed and cheered, generously exchanging high-fives and hugs. I picked up Rachel's petite body in my arms and swung her around the room while she squealed in delight. Man, that girl was tiny.

I asked Talia what was up with her slutty outfit that day, and she smugly replied, "When I feel sexy, I feel confident. It helped me on the test."

"Yeah," I joked, "but I had to sit behind you. When you feel sexy, I feel horny, and that did NOT help me on the test."

Rachel put an end to our squabbling by tapping her bowl of ice cream with a spoon.

"Ahem! I propose a toast."

Talia and I dutifully picked up our own bowls in response.

"A toast," Rachel continued, "to the end of high school. Yeah, I know, we've still got a month of classes and a couple easy finals, but let's be honest: this was it. This week was the hard part, and now it's done with. From here on out, all we've gotta do is show up. So, cheers!"

We clinked our three ice cream bowls together. Talia grabbed a handful of Rachel's t-shirt and pulled her in for an excited, celebratory kiss—




Bosom Buddies Ch. 08



They broke apart so fast you'd think they'd been struck by lightning.

"WOW..." they both giggled, licking their lips.

I didn't quite understand what was going on. Talia and Rachel kissed like five thousand times a day. What had been so special about that one?

Seeing the confusion on my face, Talia promptly licked the ice cream off her spoon and yanked me towards her mouth—

"Wow," I agreed.

Her lips were freezing cold, and sweet from all the ice cream. The surprising sensation sent my brain spinning like a top. She pulled herself away—too soon for my taste—and gave me a sultry smile:

"Ice cream-kisses."

I don't know if chilling our lips with ice cream was at all erotic, but it sure was fun. The girls made an effort to get their lips as cold and sugary as possible before embracing each other in another sexy lip-lock.

"That's so weird!" Rachel giggled at her girlfriend, "Even your tongue is cold!"

With growing arousal, Talia kissed me again. It was quick and intense, not so much a display of affection as it was an emergency attempt to vent the overwhelming charge of manic energy building inside of her body.

While we kissed, Rachel applied a fresh bite of ice cream to her lips.

Talia's lips swung from me, to her girlfriend, and back again, over and over—our combined excitement growing and multiplying with each kiss. After just a few minutes, Talia was on fire. Our silly game of ice cream foreplay was forgotten as we all fell onto the couch, Talia in the middle, Rachel and I on either side, playfully taking turns making out with her.

In the wake of all those damn tests, I felt invincible, and I brazenly lifted my hand to grab one of Talia's big boobs through her shirt—in full view of her girlfriend.

Rachel took her lips off of Talia long enough to throw me a disapproving frown, and I hesitantly released the breast I had been so happily groping. But Talia just grabbed my hand and put it right back on her chest. Rachel met her girlfriend's hypnotic eyes, clearly a bit nervous about where this was heading. Talia leaned in to whisper:

"Please baby, can we? You know how much I fantasize about this."

Rachel's eyes went wide, more nervous than I'd ever seen her before. My feelings of invincibility started to crumble as a wave of guilt washed over me. Rachel had been pretty accepting to let Talia fuck me back at the cabin, but that had been out of sight, out of mind.

This was different. Rachel looked from Talia, to me, to my hand on her woman's breast—

"Okay," Rachel breathed, "if it'll make you happy."

Talia rewarded her with a deep, lover's kiss. Their eyes closed in ecstasy as their tongues danced before my eyes. Memories of voyeuristic thrills smashed into my brain as they went at it—memories of them making out in my van, memories of their naked breasts splashing together in the hot tub, memories of Rachel's tongue on my stomach and Talia's tits in my mouth.

The last of Rachel's uncertainty melted away in that kiss, and by the time they pulled apart, she was grinning.

Talia leaned in towards me. Her lips brushed against my cheek. In a husky, seductive voice, she whispered, "We're gonna have a threesome now, if that's okay with you."

I nodded my obvious approval.

In response, Talia bit down on my earlobe. My hand involuntarily squeezed back around her nice, big tit. Across from me, Rachel grabbed hold of Talia's other breast, and together the two of us groped and fondled the softness of our friend's bosom, gently rubbing her nipples through the velvety fabric of her shirt.

Talia threw her head back and sighed, those beautiful eyes hooded in pleasure.

Rachel and I teamed up and got Talia undressed in half the time. I peeled off her skintight shirt while Rachel unzipped her skintight pants, leaving the stunning, exotic beauty dressed in nothing more than a navy blue g-string. Rachel planted a devilishly quick kiss between her lover's legs—no more than an appetizer.

Purring with excitement, the nearly-naked Talia, plopped face-down onto the sofa, stretching herself out like a cat. I made an appreciative whistle, my eyes drawn to the string of fabric tucked sexily between the globes of her butt. "Rachel, your girlfriend has a really nice ass."

"Mmm, I know," Rachel responded, giving the ass in question a firm groping.

Still fully clothed, Rachel and I explored Talia's supple, slender, out-of-this-world body. Our hands and lips travelled across her every curve. I couldn't help myself—I snagged her g-string and tugged it down, letting my fingers slide teasingly down into the crack of her ass as I went.

Talia squirmed on the couch, pointedly pushing her butt up into the air to give me access to an even more sensitive spot. I met Rachel's eyes—filled with mischief—and the two of us simultaneously pushed our middle fingers up between Talia's thighs until we were knuckle-deep in her wet, eager cunt.

"Oh my God."

She let out a gasp and grabbed hold of the couch cushions for support. A second later, Rachel and I started moving our fingers inside of her—different directions at different speeds. I watched with fascination as Talia instinctively tensed her amazing buttocks each time I gyrated my wrist.

"That feels so fucking... so fucking... rad," she moaned, buzzing from the unfamiliar sensation of two different people fingering her at the same time.

Talia's butt was taunting me, waving back and forth in front of my face like that, so I leaned down and took a little bite—playfully clamping my teeth down onto the tight, warm skin of her left ass cheek.

Rachel could only stare at her lover's anxious pussy for so long before the urge to taste it became overwhelming. Gingerly, she withdrew my finger from Talia and urged the girl to roll over, onto her back.

The motion made Talia's tits jiggle quite nicely.

Rachel crawled between Talia's legs until she was able to nuzzle her cheek against soft black curls of pubic hair. Her tongue drifted eagerly downwards into Talia's slit, prompting a moan. Talia arched her back in pleasure, throwing her breasts towards the ceiling.

I was hypnotized by the sight—until Talia's lustful eyes snapped open and stared at my cock. Her hand fluttered out to feel the swelling in my jeans, caressing the shape of my hardness—

In an instant, I had my pants on the floor and my thick, naked cock pointing right at Talia's beautiful face. I leaned down beside her and lowered length of my shaft across her mouth. Her head rolled lazily back and forth, trailing soft, wet kisses, and I could feel her tongue gliding across the rigid underside of my penis.

When I was at maximum hardness, she twisted her head to the side, gently gripping me with her hand and maneuvering me inside her cheek so she could suck on the head of my cock.

The gentle, moist sounds or oral sex filled the room—Rachel going to town on Talia, and Talia on me. I could smell the arousal in the air. Talia's free hand dropped to the head between her legs, clutching Rachel's dyed neon hair and forcing the girl's mouth firmly against her snatch. Rachel whimpered in ecstasy, overwhelmed by the sweet, hot honey pouring onto her tongue.

Talia's naked hips bucked up off the couch, violently humping Rachel's face—

Talia came. She came with my erection still wedged between her lips.

When her body finally stopped shaking, Talia gave my dick a final, satiating suck and let it slip from her mouth. I was hard as iron, glistening with her saliva. Still a bit weak from orgasm, Talia stared at the erection an inch from her face and gestured down between her legs.

I picked up Talia's nude body—her skin hot to the touch—and gently set her down on the carpet, spreading her thighs and kneeling between them while I teased her pussy. Given the fact that the situation had me horny as hell and I hadn't gotten off for nearly two weeks, I think I showed admirable restraint in not just pounding away at the poor girl.

Beside us, Rachel couldn't take her eyes off the sight of a man's penis rubbing across her girlfriend's most intimate area. I couldn't help but think that she was dealing with the same strange cocktail of emotions I had felt the first time I watched Stephanie wrap her lips around Simon's cock. I'd felt jealous, and bitter, and aroused beyond belief—all at the same time.

Still panting, Talia grasped Rachel's hand and smiled, "Baby, you've got too many clothes on."

The sweet reassurance in Talia's voice snapped Rachel from her trance. Talia and I both watched in fascination as Rachel stripped off her tee shirt and let those braless boobs bounce free. With my eyes still on Rachel, my fingers slipped underneath Talia's body and grabbed hold of her fabulous naked butt .

A second later, Rachel's underwear was but a forgotten memory as she lowered herself onto Talia's mouth. She breathed out a luxuriating sigh as she made contact, as if she were sinking her sore muscles into a Jacuzzi. Her hands rested atop the healthy mounds of her lover's breasts.

Rachel stared between Talia's thighs, where the girl's sexy hips were writhing; begging against the touch of my penis. Slowly but surely, she lifted her eyes to meet mine, and, holding her breath, gave me a tiny nod of assent.

I couldn't wait one second longer. Choking out a groan, I buried myself to the hilt inside Talia's scorching body. Her legs wrapped tight around me, clamping against my butt, holding me in place. Sated at last with the fullness of my cock, Talia moaned in fierce ecstasy, rewarding Rachel for her generosity as the vibrations from those moans reverberated throughout the entirety of her petite body.

Talia's hips were squirming so much I literally had to pin them down to the floor just to continue fucking her. To get a better angle for my thrusting, I leaned forward, bringing my face mere inches from the bouncing flesh of Rachel's bosom. Those breasts looked so sweet and beautiful, I almost took them in my mouth—stopping a millimeter away as my pleasure-fogged brain realized that Rachel probably wouldn't be into it.

Man, her breasts were beautiful. They were barely a handful, but I'd spent every single day in AV Club enjoying the way they swayed braless beneath her shirt. Over Spring Break, I'd watched Talia fondling those puppies day and night—watched her suckling on them in the hot tub. And it wasn't that long ago that I'd actually had a crush on the lovely Miss Rachel Klein.

So believe me when I tell you it took a lot of willpower to keep my distance.

Rachel let out a sexy moan that shook her breasts before my eyes.

My willpower had its limits. Overwhelmed, I let myself fall those final few inches, until my face collapsed against Rachel's chest. I could feel her nipples burning against my cheek, and couldn't help myself from rubbing my face back and forth against them.

The added stimulation must have really gotten to her, judging by the way Rachel started sucking in air. With shaking, hesitant hands, she let go of Talia's boobs and instead grabbed hold of my head, forcibly twisting it around—until my mouth was on her tit. I gave her a lick, and she was in heaven.

I suppose I was, too.

I didn't delude myself that Rachel was attracted to me. It wasn't me that Rachel was moaning over, it was the wicked stimulation of a hungry tongue on her breast. But that didn't mean I couldn't enjoy myself. I devoured Rachel's little tits with reckless abandon, licking and sucking while I eagerly fucked her girlfriend.

Between us, Talia was on pleasure overload. Having a guy and a girl on her at the same time was something she'd been dreaming about ever since she'd admitted to herself that she was bi. Her hands clawed up hungrily at us, scratching at the muscles of my chest and squeezing the globes of Rachel's ass.

Talia's second orgasm hit so suddenly that neither Rachel nor I even saw it coming. Her body shook and spasmed between us, until she had to pull her mouth off of Rachel's cunt just to catch her breath. Rachel had been so close to cumming herself that she actually shouted, "No!" when Talia's lips broke contact.

Still a bit delirious, Talia immediately started rubbing her impatient girlfriend to keep her buzzing, all while panting, "Oh my GOD you guys... This is so awesome. Thank you both so much."

I nipped at Rachel's chest and she bit down on her lip in pleasure. Her fingers traced lazy spirals in my hair. Talia caressed our nude bodies in gratitude, dazedly muttering, "I want you two... to have sex... while I go down on you."

"What?!" Rachel shouted.

"You want me and Rachel to have sex?" I wasn't sure I'd heard her right. I was so close to blowing my load inside Talia's sexy fucking body that I didn't trust my own ears. I pulled out of her to clear my head.

"I promise it'll feel good," Talia cooed to Rachel, "And I'll be right here, the whole time."

Rachel was going crazy with lust, but even so, Talia's request seemed outrageous. Rachel took a long, considerate look at my cock before her desire to cum overwhelmed her sexual preference.

"Just fucking do it," Rachel growled. She was so horny it was practically making her angry. She spun around on Talia's face and dropped down onto her hands and knees, presenting me with a killer view of her adorable ass.

Everything felt surreal as I scooted forward along Talia's body, dragging my crotch over her smooth, toned stomach and finally resting my butt atop the fullness of her breasts. Inches above Talia's face, my raging cock pressed up against Rachel's hot, beckoning pussy, my very tip piercing her folds—

As if on cue, Talia's tongue kicked into action, drenching both Rachel's cunt and my half-buried erection with a series of wild, lustful kisses. It was incredible; more intense physical stimulation than I'd ever felt in my life.

The last of Rachel's reservations evaporated from the heat of Talia's tongue. She gave in completely to the situation, pushing backwards until she had taken me—every inch of me—into her tight little body.

"Aaaahhh!" she wailed, dizzy from the overwhelming pleasure.

I felt Talia's nipples go hard beneath my butt and glanced back over my shoulder to see the exotic beauty feverishly rubbing herself to another orgasm.

Rachel and I were quick to join her. Having been the principle recipient of Talia's oral attentions, Rachel came first, shivering uncontrollable around my cock.

"G-G-God!" she sputtered, her teeth chattering around the word.

I pulled out of Rachel just as the dam inside me burst, my cum erupting all over Talia's strikingly beautiful face. I think I actually screamed.

We all collapsed in an exhausted heap on the floor. The ice cream had melted.

After we'd all cleaned up, I excused myself and headed out. Things had gotten a little out of control, to say the least, and I figured Rachel and Talia probably had a lot to talk about. I wasn't a part of their relationship, I was just lucky enough to be caught in the blast radius when Talia's hormones had kicked in. It was time to give them some privacy.

.....

After an afternoon like that, you'd think the day would forever be remembered amongst our friends as "the day Ian had a threesome with Talia and Rachel," or, "The day Rachel got so horny, she actually had sex with a guy." But it wasn't. Wild as the story of our threesome was, it was a mere footnote in comparison the day's main event:

The day Talia came out to her parents as bisexual.

After I left, Talia and Rachel had made love again, just the two of them. I don't know what happened between them, but whatever it was, it sealed the deal.

Talia was head-over-heels for Rachel, and she wanted her parents to know. No, it wasn't an attention-seeking phase, and no, it wasn't an experiment. There had been tearful praying in her mother's native Korean, and angry shouting in her father's native Spanish. Eventually, her dad had stormed out of the house and come back drunk at three am.

All told, it sounded pretty fucking awful.

Still, I've heard stories of worse. At least Talia's parents didn't do anything vehemently idiotic, like throw her out of the house or disown her. Things gradually got better between them, though after that night Talia spent a lot more time away from home.

It got me thinking about my own relationships—if they could even be called that. When I learned what Talia had put herself through for Rachel, I began to question if maybe, just maybe, my "totally casual" dating philosophy wasn't totally missing the point.

.........

"But, who do you WANT to invite?"

Stephanie mumbled the question through a mouthful of cheeseburger. Prom was just a few weeks away, and I had yet to decide who to ask. If I didn't do something in the next day or two, there was gonna be drama. I just shrugged, imagining the faces of whichever girls I didn't invite.

Stephanie clicked her tongue impatiently and took another bite of her cheeseburger. Since she had started dating Simon, Steph and I rarely got to hang out, just the two of us. After months of awkwardness, it was a relief to finally be able to spend five minutes alone with my friend without—uh, without...

I was staring at her cleavage again. Dammit.

"I don't know, Steph! What would you do if you were in my situation?"

"Listen, I want you to try something. This is an acting exercise I do whenever I'm having trouble with my character."

"But I'm not acting. I'm me."

She waved a disapproving french-fry at me, harrumphing:

"I'm trying to help!"

"Okay, okay!"

Stephanie took a comically thoughtful sip of her milkshake and then cleared her throat, affecting a soft, soothing voice:

"First, stop looking at my boobs and close your eyes."

Laughing, I obliged her.

"Now, imagine you're driving through town. You're driving that same shit-box minivan that you crashed into a truck last month."

"Check."

"Shh! Now, you look at yourself in the rear-view mirror. You look good, maybe the best you ever looked. Shaved. Nice fresh haircut. You're wearing a tux. You straighten your bowtie."

I did my best to play along.

"Now," she continued, "you pull up in my driveway."

"Why your driveway?"

"Shh! Because that's where all the girls are finishing their makeup and stuff. Anyway, you hop out of the car, anxious to see how beautiful your prom date looks in her dress. Anxious for her to see how good you look in your tux. You knock on the door. It creaks open—there she is, the girl you're taking to prom!"

I said nothing. I just opened my eyes. Stephanie looked at me, expectant:

"Who did you see?"

"It's not that simple."

She narrowed her eyes and set down her milkshake with such force that it splashed onto the table. I wasn't getting let off the hook any longer. I looked at the floor, and quietly confessed:

"Liz."

A flood of unwelcome images paraded through my brain. Images of Liz snuggling up to me for our photo together, images of us slow dancing beneath the twinkle lights of the ballroom, images of that night; of steam on windows...

Stephanie shook me back into the moment, cheering:

"Well, there you go! That's great!"

"No, it's not great! Don't you and Liz talk anymore? Things are already weird between her and me. It's already gonna be hard enough watching her leave at the end of summer. If I take her to prom, she's gonna feel even more like my girlfriend. No, we're keeping things casual. I don't know who I'm asking to go with me, but it's not Liz."

Stephanie deflated. We went back to eating and dropped the subject.

The next day, some guy named Josh Peterson asked Liz to prom and she said yes. Josh was tall, friendly, and, if the army of girls always chasing after him were any indication, preposterously good-looking.

Good, I told myself. That just makes everything easier.




Bosom Buddies Ch. 08



I went home, closed the door to my room, and, to my unabashed horror, started crying.

It felt like someone was wringing my insides like a damp rag, squeezing the tears out of me. I slept maybe twenty minutes the whole night. Woke up feeling hung-over despite having nothing to drink. I didn't bother shaving or even combing my hair before I left for school. I threw on a baggy old t-shirt with a picture of Galactus on it.

Whatever.

During lunch, I purposefully avoided my best friends. Instead, I caught up with some of the guys I knew from AV club. They were good guys. We'd had some fun times together.

I skipped my usual run with Amy and went for a stroll by myself. Bought an issue of Playboy. Went home and jacked off to the centerfold. Turned on my Nintendo 64 and finally unlocked the invincibility cheat in Goldeneye. Felt like a champ. I'd been working on that for like two years.

Around eleven o'clock at night, Amy and Corrine knocked on my door. They looked gorgeous, as always. Unbelievably sexy without even trying. Put the centerfold I'd bought a few hours earlier to shame.

"Hey guys, how's it going?"

The two beauties exchanged a look, and then Corrine gave me a hug, squashing her ridiculous breasts against me. She met my eyes:

"You really need to ask somebody to prom."

I sighed, "I know. But I can't deal with this tonight. I'm sorry. Listen, you're both my friends and I don't want to hurt either of—"

"No, you listen," Amy interrupted. "You NEED to ask somebody to prom. And that somebody needs to be Liz."

I blinked. It was about the last thing I expected to hear from Amy. I turned to Corrine, but she just nodded her agreement.

"What are you guys talking about? Liz is going with Josh Peterson!"

Corrine smiled at my frustration. "Then change her mind."

"Maybe I don't want to change her mind."

I shrugged off Corrine's hug, still trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Amy grabbed me by the shoulders and swung me around to face her sparkling green eyes.

"For one of the smartest guys in school, you are a real fucking moron about some things, you know that? You're in love with her, Ian. And she's in love with you. And it's beautiful and real, and BLATANTLY FUCKING OBVIOUS to everyone but the two of you! I've never had that. Corry's never had that. People get married and have children without having what you and Elizabeth have. Just look at my parents—they can't stand to be in the same city as one another."

I was incredulous. Amy was the ninja grand master of casual relationships. She was contemptuous of romance in all its many gooey forms. This was the same girl who'd bragged that she didn't have boyfriends, just guys she "fucked more than once." And she was championing everything she rallied so hard against. My eyes broke from hers and dropped to the floor.

"I've had lots of amazingly hot sex," Amy smiled, "with lots of amazingly hot guys—but I've never looked at another person the way she looks at you."

All of a sudden, I realized just how tired I really was. With choked words, I muttered, "But she's gonna leave."

"So?" Corrine asked. "You think it's going to hurt LESS if you pretend like there's nothing there? Take it from me, that doesn't work. You remember what you told me, the night I dumped Steve? All friendships end. Whether by death or by distance."  

"But—"

"There's no such thing as 'Happily-Ever-After,' Ian. Just 'Happily-As-Long-As-We-Can-Manage.'"

Amy and Corrine both closed in for another hug. The warmth of their bodies cleared my mind, and I actually cracked a smile.

"Okay, okay."

"Say it," Amy commanded.

"I'm in love with Elizabeth."

They cheered for me.

(To be continued)



Bosom Buddies Ch. 09



 (All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.)


The days were already getting longer. It was nearly eight o'clock at night, and the sun was only just now dipping below the horizon. The California sky had turned tangerine. It was stunning.

But not as stunning as Elizabeth. I heard the approaching footsteps and looked up to see her dark, wavy hair caught the wind. She was dressed casually—just faded jeans and a simple zip-up cotton hoodie. No makeup that I could see (not that she needed it). 

I, on the other hand, was wearing a tuxedo.

Liz's mouth hung open in adorable confusion the instant she saw me. She turned inquisitively to Stephanie, but the buxom blonde was already hurrying back down the hill, towards her car. Sensing that she had been lured into a trap of some sort, Liz gave me a wry smile. "Ian, what's going on?"

"I asked Stephanie to lure you here. What did she tell you was up here?"

"Her purse. She said she left it here last night on her date with Simon."

"Yeah, well, Stephanie's a good actress."

Liz laughed. She walked over to take a look at the spread I'd laid out: picnic blankets, cheese and crackers, and strawberry wine (Liz had gone nuts over that Deana Carter Song when it had come out a year or two earlier).

In the distance, we could hear the cheers coming from the baseball stadium at the base of the hill. Finally, with a bit of a blush in her cheeks, Liz gave me an appreciative hug.

"Is there some... special occasion?" she asked nervously.

"I want you to go to prom with me."

"Ian, I—"

"I know, I know. You already told Josh Perfect-face you'd go with him."

"Peterson."

"Right. And I feel like a dick asking a girl to prom after another guy's already invited her."

"Ian—"

"But HE's not in love with you."

Her eyes went wide, utterly sidelined by what I'd said. A gust of wind blasted her hair across her face. She didn't even notice. I gingerly brushed it back in place.

"Sorry," I laughed. "Didn't count on the wind being quite so crazy up here. What was I saying, again?"

Her voice sounded far away: "You said... he's not in love with me."

"He's not. And I am. And not just in the obvious ways, either. I mean, sure, you're a good person, and a good friend, and a gorgeous woman, but—I love everything about you. I the sound of your voice, your adorable little hands..."

I took her hands in mine and kissed them for emphasis—

"And you do this thing to me when you smile. I don't know how to explain it, it's like—it's like I've been sitting in the dark all day, and somebody just switched on the lights."

As if on cue, she smiled and lit up my world.

"Look, Liz—I know what you're thinking, because I'm thinking the same thing. That it's gonna suck big-time when we have to go away to college."

She nodded.

"But, here's the thing: down the road, looking back, it's gonna suck more not knowing what we could have had."

Liz looked into my eyes, her mind reeling. Not saying a word. It probably only lasted a few seconds, but those few seconds dragged on like a biblical epoch. I would have given anything to know what she was thinking. Finally, she opened her mouth to speak—

Then she changed her mind and just kissed me.

That first kiss was desperate, impatient, overwhelmed. It tasted like fire when it hit my lips. But the SECOND kiss... That was what clinched it. It was the kind of kiss you dream about your whole life, waiting for that one perfect moment, when you get to use it.

The kind of kiss that changes you. 

"I love you, too," she said.

We fell onto the picnic blankets, savoring each ecstatic moment in each other's arms until that tangerine sky was stained black. The cheers from the distant baseball game seemed, in some way, for us.

The night air turned chilly, but we were the furthest thing from cold. I rolled on top of her, slowly unzipped her hoodie, and slid it off her body, revealing a simple brown tank top with flowers embroidered across the neckline. My mouth traced its way down her neck, to her shoulder, gently brushing aside both the shirt strap and bra-strap as I went.

With a deep, happy smile, Liz urged off my tuxedo coat and fumbled with the buttons on my vest.

I pulled down the straps on her other shoulder rather more forcefully, causing the tops of her breasts to spill into view. My mouth dropped accordingly, lovingly kissing the soft swells of flesh as my hand slid up beneath her back, to the catch of her bra. Liz arched her back, pressing her chest into my face and allowing me access to snap the clasp.

She finished with my vest buttons and got started on my shirt.

Tenderly, I continued kissing my way down the expanse of Liz's bosom, using my teeth to drag the neckline of her shirt down those final few inches. Her huge, gorgeous tits were released into the night air. 

My tongue found her delicious gumdrop nipples and Liz forgot all about the buttons on my shirt. She threw back her head with a moan and impatiently squeezed the warm bulge between my legs. I grunted in approval, never taking my mouth from her breasts. She finally managed to sneak her small hand inside my fly to caress my naked cock.

Our lips still locked together, Liz and I sat up on the blankets and playfully discarded the rest of each other's clothing. Naked as the day we were born, I took a moment to drink in every detail of Elizabeth's incredibly sexy body, from the wine-dark nipples on her succulent tits, to the delicately trimmed curls of hair between her legs, to the way her bright green eyes gazed longingly at my own body...

Liz pushed me down onto the blankets and lowered her soft, pouty lips over my shaft. She sucked me in nearly all the way, washing me with kisses, giving me the most loving blow job I could have ever imagined. I tangled my fingers up in her long, wavy hair and closed my eyes, luxuriating in the pleasure of it. A pair of awesome breasts pressed down onto my thighs each time Liz bobbed her head, those yummy nipples of hers fully erect as they rubbed along my skin.

There was a familiar gleam in her eye as she lifted her lips off of me, scooted forwards slightly, and wrapped my rigid cock in the loving embrace of her cleavage. Full, ripe tits pumped up and down the length of me, threatening to make me cum—

Not yet!

With all my willpower, I pushed Elizabeth's body off of mine and caught my breath for a moment.

"Is something wrong?" she asked.

"No, this is amazing," I answered with a smirk. "I just want to make sure this moment lasts as long as it can. Come here."

At my urging, Liz climbed onto my lap and we embraced—my arms wrapped snugly around her waist, her arms wrapped snugly around my shoulders. Like we were slow-dancing sitting down. Her tits mashed against my bare chest and my wet, glistening erection pointed straight up, trapped between our naked bodies. As we kissed, Liz pressed herself against me, rubbing the soft curls of her pubic hair against my cock.

When we finally broke apart for air, my hands couldn't help themselves—they squeezed her breasts in awe.

"You have the most incredible boobs," I sighed. "I swear they've actually gotten bigger."

"That's 'cause they have."

I took my eyes off her chest and met her naughty expression with a questioning eyebrow.

"I'm on the pill now," she laughed, mussing my hair. "I went up a whole cup size."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I had to buy all new bras. Me and Steph can't share them anymore."

"No, I mean, you're really on the pill?"

"Ever since Spring Break. As soon as I got back home, I knew I was done with being a virgin."

My breath caught in my throat when she said that. My heart machine-gunned inside my chest. I kissed her fiercely on the lips.

"I want you so bad," she moaned.

I laid her gently down onto the picnic blanket and kissed her again, gently resting the head of my penis against her naked slit, soaking it in her warm arousal. There was the tiniest glimmer of fear in her eyes, so I asked:

"Are you sure?"

The sound of my voice melted that last bit of fear into a loving smile, and Elizabeth pulled my ear beside her lips to whisper, "Let's have sex."

I pushed the tip in, and she sighed. 

I pushed the head in, and she moaned. 

A sheen of happy tears coated her eyes, and we kissed tenderly as I slid myself the rest of the way inside. Just as had been the case with Stephanie's first time, Elizabeth wasn't in the least bit of pain. A surge of pure joy shot through us both.

Not four months ago, Elizabeth had shaken like a leaf when I'd touched her breasts. Now I was actually inside her. I was making love to her. And I couldn't believe how perfect it felt.

Her pale breasts flushed a dark pink. Our skin burned on contact.

"Oh God," she sighed, her breaths coming quicker now. I suckled her swollen nipples, pushed myself back into her, and she came. Her first orgasm from sex. It was a beautiful sight.

After a few minutes of mumbling and moaning, Elizabeth regained her senses enough to kiss me. I told her that I loved her, thrilling at the sound of the word as it passed my lips.

I started to pull out, but she fiercely held me back.

"I want more," she groaned, desperately trying to catch her breath. "I want to have sex with you in every... possible... position..."

The lust in her breathing drove me wild, and I promptly rolled us both back into a sitting position, her straddling my lap, my cock buried deep in her pussy. I shoved my hands beneath her soft, healthy buttocks and lifted her up, gently bouncing her body on mine.

"Oh yeah..." she moaned, throwing her head back and thrusting her chest against my face. I picked up the pace, devouring my lover's massive tits until she came a second time.

We tried doggie-style next, where I found to my great delight that her swinging breasts made excellent handholds when I entered her from behind. Liz's dark, wavy hair fell across her face while she desperately held onto the picnic blanket.

Then we did it with her on top—by far my favorite position in terms of the view. By some miracle of willpower, I still didn't cum, even with those bouncing breasts filling my field of vision.

I knew my defenses were crumbling. The snug warmth of her around my cock grew positively unbearable. Elizabeth saw it in my eyes, and she tenderly caressed my face, bringing me in for a final kiss—

In the distance, fireworks lit up the sky above the baseball game. My lover's naked curves, so beautiful in the starlight, now flashed dazzlingly into view amid explosions of red and gold. Our hips crashed madly together, our cries muffled beneath feverish kisses. She was so hot, so wet, so tight...

I came inside of her, the relief of it rushing through my entire body. My head spun, my vision blurred, and I held her in my arms—Elizabeth, the woman I loved. We came together while the sky caught fire.

An hour later, we were on our way back to my car at the bottom of the hill.

"So... I take that as a yes? About prom?" I asked.

"What do you think?"

"I think I've suddenly gone from being jealous of Josh Peterson to feeling really sorry for him."

"Ian, he's GAY. Josh just asked me to go as a friend after Stephanie told me you were for sure not gonna ask."

"He's gay?"

"Keep it to yourself, okay? He doesn't want anyone to know."

I burst out laughing at my own stupidity.

...........

For the first time in memory, I slept like a baby.

From that night forward, Elizabeth and I were officially a couple, with all the bewildering euphoria that came pre-packaged with young love. I was so caught up with the excitement of the moment, I didn't even realize that, for the first time in almost a year, I was no longer fantasizing about the other girls. My constant, unbearable urge to sleep with all of my friends had miraculously disappeared.

Okay, maybe that's not entirely true, but for the most my every sexual thought was directed at my girlfriend.

One day, I started to give Corrine a backrub—as I had millions of times before—only to realize that I was just giving her a backrub. Not as an excuse to caress the shape of her body, and not a backrub with the hope of it leading to sex.

Just a backrub. It was actually kind of a relief. The end of an era. At long last, after months of lusting, and teasing, and confusion, my friends and my sex life became completely separate things.

With one exception.

..............

As expected, neither Amy nor Corrine had trouble finding prom dates. 

Amy asked some cute Latino guy named Kenneth that she knew from her judo class at the YMCA. He had one of those chiseled Abercrombie bodies and dark, super-intense eyes. The way she tells the story, she pinned him to the mat in some sort of monster joint-lock and wouldn't let him up until he agreed to go to prom with her (as if he needed any encouragement). The next day, Amy regaled us all with the steamy details of the sex they'd had in the sauna once their class got out.

Corrine's date actually asked me for permission first, which I thought was all kinds of strange—especially considering the fact that the guy was Jake Freeman, varsity linebacker extraordinaire. He took me aside one day, uncharacteristically nervous, and stuttered, "Hey, Ian—are you and Corrine—I mean, I know you guys are friends and all, but are you—I mean, is she single? Just 'cause, I didn't, like, know if she had a date yet for prom, and I heard she might be going with you, but..."

In a surreal way, it was actually charming watching one of the most popular guys in school wringing his hands like he was asking for my daughter's hand in marriage. Of course, Jake wasn't your typical "popular jock." Up until the 10th grade, Jake had been "The Fat Kid" in every class. I guess he'd finally had enough of it, because he basically locked himself in the weight room for eight months and emerged as the pride of our football team. But the sudden popularity never went to his head, and beneath Jake's absurdly broad shoulders he was still that same genial, good-natured guy he'd always been.

He was also totally Corrine's type: tall, handsome, and covered with muscle. I told him he'd be crazy not to ask her. 

After she said yes, Jake had sought me out and picked me up off the ground in a bear hug of appreciation.

Two weeks later, after we'd all dropped a ton of money on clothes, a limo, and a half dozen hotel rooms, prom night finally arrived.

Absolutely everything went wrong.

First, the "Steph-tastrophe." I wasn't there, I didn't see it, but I showed up in the chaotic aftermath to discover that, through some bizarre accident involving a straightening iron and a paper towel, Stephanie's hairdo had caught on fire. All of the other girls—Talia, Rachel, Corry, Amy, and Elizabeth—were running around frantically, trying to fix the situation.

By the time the girls were finally ready, we were way behind schedule. With only minutes left for photographs, our parents rushed to capture lifelong memories on film, shouting at us from all directions. It felt like being lined up before some crazed, incompetent firing squad. We didn't get a single usable photo of the group.

When we got in the limo, we discovered that the air-conditioner was busted, and by the time we arrived at prom we'd been broiled by the summer heat.

Still, once we actually started dancing, everyone had a lot of fun. It didn't hurt that my cadre of female friends all looked so unbelievably sexy as to be practically criminal. I made a point of ogling each and every one of them at various points during the night, backing up the beautiful memories to my mental hard drive. 

For my money, Elizabeth outshone all her friends. Her dress was dark red, with braided ribbons laced around the chest to accentuate her incredible rack. The expanse of cleavage that greeted me was so irresistible I had to fight down the urge to rip off the delicate spaghetti straps holding the whole thing up and just ravish her right there on the dance floor. 

I liked the dress so much, all I could think of was getting her out of it. I was already half hard when Stephanie cut in for a dance.

Despite the hair-burning craziness that had started her evening, Stephanie wound up looking terrific. Elizabeth had swooped in and saved the day with a pair of scissors—slicing off the charred remains of Steph's golden ringlets and giving her BFF an adorable pixie haircut. 

For her dress, Stephanie had gone for a "princess" motif, with ruffles in the skirt and shimmering beading across her substantial bust. A baby blue gown to match her bright blue eyes.

It felt embarrassingly nice wrapping my arms around Steph's voluptuous body. A quick glance over my shoulder showed our respective dates, Elizabeth and Simon, enjoying each other's embrace just as much as we were. I even caught Liz surreptitiously leaning back in Simon's arms to give him a better view of her tits. Sneaky.

Relationship or no relationship, I couldn't help but enjoy the way Stephanie's eyes twinkled at me as we danced. I leaned in to give her a soft kiss on the cheek and asked, "Are you excited about tonight? About finally going all the way with Simon?"

"Are you kidding? I've never been so horny in my life!"

I flashed back to the nights, not so long ago, when I had held Stephanie close to my body, watching her cum with me buried deep inside of her. I loved Elizabeth, but Stephanie would always be my first. She'd shown me both the bliss of sexual discovery, and the enormous emotional consequences that went along with it.

A few songs later, it was Amy who came over and politely asked to borrow me for a dance. Once again, Liz didn't seem to mind the interruption, as it meant she got to spend a dance snuggling up against Kenneth's chiseled six-pack.

Amy's dress was pure sex. Dark purple material tied behind her neck and poured down over her large, braless breasts. Except for the fiery red hair cascading past her shoulders, Amy's back was completely naked to the waist, where the fabric was thin enough that I could easily see the firm contours of her amazingly firm ass.

Amy may have called the sex between us "casual," but that didn't begin to describe it. Over the past year, Amy had been both my friend and teacher, first whipping my ass into shape and then helping me find confidence as a man, and as a lover.

I gave her ass a quick little squeeze, for old time's sake, and realized:

"Amy, are you naked under there?"

In reply, she gave a suggestive "shush," then turned and slowly ground her ass against my crotch, twisting her head around to kiss my neck until the song ended.

By the time Liz was back in my arms, she laughed at how red my cheeks had gotten.

"Wow," she said, "Looks like somebody's enjoying being the center of attention, tonight. How come nobody's asking ME to dance?"

A few songs later, Rachel did just that. She walked up to us and told my date, "You look really beautiful tonight."

The compliment earned Rachel a few minutes swaying cheek-to-cheek with Liz.

Meanwhile, I consoled myself by dancing with Talia, who had draped her supermodel figure in an elegant, one-shoulder black dress, accentuated by dazzling silver jewelry and elbow-length black gloves. I know it's an odd thing to fixate on, but that one bare shoulder looked so unbelievably sexy I couldn't resist planting a kiss there while we danced.

Talia had shattered my preconceptions about what love really meant. Through her, I'd learned that love wasn't property, to be given away and owned by another. Love was energy, hiding invisibly between the molecules in the air. And, like energy, it couldn't be created or destroyed, no matter how much we tried.

Elizabeth finally returned to me, leaving Talia's date with a big, shit-eating grin on her face. Rachel may have loved Talia, but there was no question she had the hots for Liz. Who could blame her? 




Bosom Buddies Ch. 09



When another slow song started up, Corrine headed our way—

"Hey, Ian..." she started.

"Dammit!" Liz laughed, "Am I gonna get to dance with my own prom date at all tonight?"

Corrine blushed and just whispered, "Okay, maybe the next one then."

Fifteen minutes later, Corrine and Jake made their way back over to us. Liz gave me a deep, incredibly hot kiss, and then dutifully passed me off to her friend.

Corrine had shown up for prom in a full-blown Jessica Rabbit costume: tight, slinky red fabric, with a sexy slit that went up the thigh. The exaggerated sweetheart neckline cupped her two best assets and held them up proudly, so all the world could appreciate the view.

DAMN that girl had big tits.

I caught myself grinning. A year ago, I was terrified of Corrine. It took supreme effort to screw up enough courage to speak in her presence. Because of her looks, I'd placed her on a pedestal. But she had been the one to show me just how stupid that kind of thinking was. Corrine wasn't some otherworldly goddess, she was just Corry. My friend. After meeting her, no pretty girl would ever intimidate me again.

"Hey Ian?" she whispered, "I'm really glad I agreed to be in your movie."

"Me too."

She planted a delicate kiss on my cheek, squeezing her enormous bosom against me in the process. Then the song ended and we returned to our dates.

After dancing with so many gorgeous babes, I was anxious to leave. I hungrily kissed Liz on the lips, not caring if we made a scene. When I finally pulled my mouth away, we were both shivering with arousal in each other's embrace.

I don't recall much about the ride to the hotel. I recall the feeling of Elizabeth's thighs straddling my lap while she smashed her lips against mine. I recall the sounds of frenzied kissing and moaning all around me. I recall Amy's bare breasts spilling out of her dress as she dry-humped poor Kenneth to within an inch of his life. And I recall watching out of the corner of my eye while Corrine took Jake Freeman's hand and placed it encouragingly on her glorious chest.

Our horny little group was ready to rip each other's clothes off by the time the limo dropped us off for the night.

Then Murphy's Law came back to fuck with us one final time.

"No, FIVE rooms! Five! We already paid the deposit!"

Amy was screaming at the top of her lungs, her beautiful red hair a frizzy disaster after all the making out. I would have thought she looked hilarious, if I wasn't every bit as pissed as she was.

The hotel receptionist was obviously mortified.

"I am so sorry, I don't know what to tell you all. Somehow these rooms got booked twice. We only have one vacancy, at the moment."

Then it was Stephanie's turn to blow her cool: "This is our prom night! Prom! Do you know what that means?!"

"I'll refund your credit cards the full amount for your rooms. Perhaps you could find another hotel?"

But our limo driver had already left, and none of us had cash on-on hand for a taxi. We were left with two options: call our parents and have them pick us up, or make do with one hotel room. One room for ten people. Not exactly much opportunity for the privacy we all wanted.

I looked around at the angry, dejected faces of my friends; at the disappointment in Liz's eyes—

"Screw it," I finally said to the group, "We're all friends, right? We'll just turn the lights out."

The suggestion caught everybody by surprise, but, one by one, they all nodded in agreement. Jake hesitated the longest, but then he stole a glance at his date's bountiful tits and muttered his assent. 

The room had one queen-size bed, and one fold-out couch. For the other three couples, the hotel was able to provide us with mattresses to put on the floor. Calling it cramped would have been a joke; we were all literally inches away from each other.

A game of rock-paper-scissors in the elevator put me and Elizabeth on the couch, Amy and Kenneth on the bed, and everyone else on the floor around us. Other than that, no one said a word. The room stayed silent as we got ready for bed. All the nervous energy in the air had paralyzed our vocal chords. My mouth went dry with anticipation.

Rachel and the guys stripped down to our underwear and climbed under the covers of our respective beds, eagerly waiting for our lovely dates to join us—but the girls had one more surprise in store before the big moment.

Apparently, while out shopping for their prom dresses together, Liz, Talia, Corrine, Amy, and Stephanie had all splurged and bought themselves something sexy to wear for us when they got back to the hotel. They hadn't intended to parade these outfits in front of everyone, but circumstances being what they were, it was everyone or no one. 

They all changed clothes in the confines of our room's single bathroom, emerging one at a time to join their date in bed:

Corrine came out wearing sheer red panties and a matching bra, which tied behind her neck and did absolutely nothing to support her enormous, bouncing melons.

"Somebody pinch me," Jake whispered as she snuggled up in his muscular arms. Corry pinched him on the nipple.

Amy went way out of character, wearing a sweetly virginal white satin basque that pushed up her tits and came to a stop just above her toned naval. When she hopped up onto the bed beside Kenneth, I got an eyeful of the frilly white panties hugging her ass.

I couldn't believe my luck when Elizabeth walked out wearing a black silk babydoll, held together with a loose bow between her breasts. A tad self-conscious to have everyone staring at her in such a revealing outfit, Liz gave a silly little curtsy and hurriedly got under the covers with me.

"You like it?" she asked.

"Mmm," I answered, pulling her in for a kiss and reveling in the sensation of that silk against my skin. She had been thoughtful enough to wear a g-string, giving my hands instant access to her bare butt cheeks.

Stephanie emerged from the bathroom wearing a baby blue lace bra and panty set, complete with garter straps and thigh-high stockings. A faux-pearl pendant hung from her neck, dipping down into the cleavage between those big pink boobs. She joined Simon on the floor, right beside the couch where Liz and I were snuggling.

The last one out of the bathroom was Talia, who looked so fetching in her satin teddy that Rachel let out a wolf-whistle.

"Sleep tight, you guys," Talia smirked. Then she switched off the lights and crawled into bed with her lover.

After all that visual stimulation, the pitch darkness was an unexpected thrill. Every sound in the room—every whispered breath, every rustling blanket, every delicate kiss—had an erotic charge to it. I could only imagine what all my friends were doing to each other at that moment.

For my part, I was content to spend a long while just kissing Elizabeth, occasionally fondling the fullness of her boobs through the silk. Gradually, the heated breathing in the room around us turned to moans of pleasure as six beautiful women enjoyed the attentions of their lovers.

On the ground beside me, I heard Stephanie whisper the word, "Now," followed by the sound of a long, satisfied sigh as Simon slid himself inside her for the very first time.

Instinctively, I dropped my mouth to the bow between Liz's breasts and pulled it loose with my teeth. Her skimpy babydoll fell open and her huge tits tumbled free, right in my face. An instant later, my mouth had enveloped her engorged nipple and our hands were pressed against each other's crotches, rubbing furiously.

Liz was the hottest and wettest she'd ever been in her life. I slid my thumb beneath her soaked g-string and teased her until she was boiling. Unable to bear it a moment longer, the two of us tore off our underwear and I pinned her to the bed, plunging the entirety of myself into her with a single, long push.

Our cries joined the chorus as my hips urged forward again and again, our skin clapping together. Liz rolled us over, bouncing up and down on my burning cock, grabbing my hands and crushing them against her boobs.

We no longer cared about being quiet. Everyone in the room was groaning and screaming at the top of their lungs as our combined pleasure neared a crescendo. The wet sounds of sex filled the air—

Then Talia turned the lights on.

For a second, everybody froze mid-coitus, unsure what to do. But we were all too close to orgasm to stop for long. Guy and girl alike, none of us could help ourselves from checking out the other couples while we fucked:

Now buck naked, Talia and Rachel reclined against the wall beside the light switch, grinning devilishly as they watched us all, madly fingering one another.

A few inches to my left was Stephanie, finally having sex with Simon after months of unbearable build-up. She rode her boyfriend's cock like a merry-go-round, her fabulous tits so close to my hands it took all my willpower not to reach out and squeeze them.

Amy and Kenneth were by far the most athletic, fighting for breath as they fucked in the spooning position with machine gun speed. He had one hand frigging her clit and one hand tweaking her nipples.

Jake just looked overwhelmed by it all as he fucked Corrine doggy-style in the corner of the room. Her eyes met mine as her lover pulled out his thick cock–then thrust it back inside, gripping her hips with his strong hands. Her exceptionally large breasts shook and shuddered with each push.

Everywhere around us, people started cumming. Talia came so hard she actually smacked the back of her head against the wall. Stephanie screamed her heart out, her nude body collapsing onto Simon's as he erupted between her legs. Corrine let out a climactic, "Yes!" and Jake, his work finally done, scooped up her tits in his palms and let himself explode. As soon as Amy's orgasmic convulsions subsided, Kenneth pulled out of her, rolled the girl onto her stomach, and blasted his seed all over her beautiful ass.

Elizabeth and I were both so close, we didn't even notice Rachel until she was right beside us, gazing lustfully at my lover's body. Talia stood behind her, pressing her curves against Rachel's back while reaching around and frigging the girl's clit.

"Go on," Talia cooed.

Rachel extended her shaking hand to Elizabeth's chest and gently stroked the curves she so admired.

My lover moaned and Rachel grew bolder, passionately kneading and squeezing those soft breasts. I could see from the fire in Rachel's eyes that this had been a particularly powerful fantasy of hers. Now that it was finally being fulfilled, she couldn't control herself. Just a few seconds after touching Elizabeth, Rachel went off like a gun, gasping for air.

I promptly blew my load into Elizabeth—who was so near her own climax that the spastic thrusting of my hips sent her screaming over the finish line.

For maybe the next ten minutes, the ten of us just lay there, not saying a word. Then Amy sat up and shouted, "That was so hot!"

The whole room burst out laughing.

With the awkwardness broken, the girls all made trips to the bathroom to clean up while the guys stayed in bed, recovering our strength. Talia strolled back over to the light switch, brazenly naked in front of us. 

"What do you say, guys? Lights on or off?"

We all still felt a bit self-conscious about the whole thing, but by that point we really had nothing left to hide from one another. Our answer was a nervous, but unanimous, "On."

Stephanie and Simon were the first couple to get back into action. They'd both waited so long to have sex, nothing on heaven or earth was going to keep them apart any longer, including an audience. Steph climbed onto his lap and the two of them started a nice, slow fuck from a sitting position. 

The panorama view of naked, busty females got all the guys hard again in record time. Corrine practically attacked Jake, licking and groping his muscles while fisting his thick erection. Talia and Rachel contented themselves to 69'ing one another off to the side. 

Amy and Kenneth... were just talking; whispering about something or other. Kenneth eventually shrugged his approval, and then they climbed down off the bed and made their way over to Corrine and Jake.

Corrine pulled herself away from her man, confused by the interruption. Amy whispered something to them, and whatever she said, they both turned beat-red.

Corrine looked from Amy, to Jake, and back again, before nervously nodding her head.

"Okay," she breathed.

The rest of the room was stunned into silence as Amy crawled forward on all fours and took Jake's penis into her mouth. His eyes rolled back into his head, and I knew from experience what grade-A service the guy was receiving.

Corrine pulled Jake's face to hers for a hungry kiss, her hands happily employed rubbing his muscular chest while her giant tits mashed against him. Kenneth lined himself up behind Amy and pushed that big dick of his inside of her until she was moaning through the meat of Jake's cock.

It was quite a show.

I watched Elizabeth's eyes as they drifted over to where Stephanie was desperately fucking at our side. I looked as well, and realized that Liz wasn't staring at her BFF – she was staring at Simon.

She was staring at Simon, and he was staring at her.

I felt a moment's jealousy, but I quickly pushed it aside, given the circumstances. It wasn't like I hadn't been ogling my share of the other girls. After Spring Break—after all those nights with us watching them and them watching us—it was pretty obvious that a good amount of sexual tension had built up between Stephanie's boyfriend and my girlfriend.

Liz was writhing with horniness beneath my body. I flashed back to my threesome with Rachel and Talia, to the way Rachel was willing to do whatever it took to fulfill her lover's fantasies...

"You can touch him, if you like," I whispered. Elizabeth's eyes went wide.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. But just tonight. Just because it's prom."

It was the least I could do, considering how often Liz had been forced to share me over the past several weeks.

She rewarded me with an electrifying kiss, told me she loved me, and then delicately lowered herself off the couch. She snuggled her gloriously nude body up against Simon's back and planted a gentle kiss on his shoulder.

"Ohhh..." Simon sighed, his head spinning. With Stephanie still bouncing up and down on his lap, Simon leaned back into Elizabeth's embrace, returning her kisses.

Seeing Stephanie's lovely pink melons going unattended, I reached out and cupped one against my palm. It had been months since I'd groped those tits, and they felt every bit as amazing as ever. With Steph on the floor and me on the couch, her mouth was literally inches away from my neglected cock. She lowered her plump, movie star lips around me and started sucking.

The situation was surreal, as if a red haze had filled the room and turned us all into different people. On the floor beside me, I heard Elizabeth yelp in surprise and looked down to see Simon reaching back behind him, slipping two of his fingers into her cunt. She quickly melted into his attentions, grazing her fingernails across his nipple as he fingered her.

Suddenly, I felt the couch sag down a bit, and I spun to see Corrine settling her naked body next to mine. My eyes lit up at the sight of her, and, predictably, I went right for her tits. Oh, those glorious tits.

For a long while, I enjoyed fondling the warmth and weight of each breast, before letting my hands travel across the hourglass curve of her hip, with a quick stop-over on her nicely-shaped ass, eventually settling against the slick wet groove between her legs. 

Corry and I kissed excitedly as familiar moans and screams began to fill the room. Near the door, Rachel and Talia had moved on from their lesbian 69 to what looked like a very awkward scissor position—but it must have pressed all the right buttons because after a minute or so they both came like crazy.

Over in the corner of the room, Jake burst in Amy's mouth, blowing a huge load that, combined with the sheer amount of cock she was stuffing in there, was too much for her to swallow. Gobs of it dribbled out of her lips. As Kenneth's hips slammed again and again against Amy's perfect ass, his own orgasm overtook him, and he roughly wrapped his fingers around her slender throat as he came inside her.

The sheer naughtiness of simultaneously sucking and fucking Jake and Kenneth drove Amy into the longest, loudest orgasm of the night. In retrospect, I guess that made her the winner. But I was honestly less focused on her and more focused on what Stephanie was doing to my cock.

I could tell from the stilted pace of Stephanie's blowjob that she was getting close as well. Simon was really pounding away at her, pushed into overdrive by the added stimulation of Elizabeth moaning in his ear. Steph finally had to pull her mouth off of me, screaming as her body was rocked by a massive climax. 

She rolled off of Simon and started frantically jacking him off.

With one lover satisfied, Simon immediately switched his full focus to Elizabeth, fingering her clit as fast as he could. Moaning, Liz reached out and grasped hold of his penis, stroking the lucky bastard in tandem with Stephanie.

The sight was driving me crazy, so I took all that anxious energy and re-directed it at Corrine.

I rolled onto her tall, curvaceous body, spread her toned, sexy legs, and pushed myself inside her hot, wet slit. She threw her arms behind her head to brace against the back of the couch while I thrust forward. Strands of the girl's golden hair fell in a mess across her face.

My hands fell onto her breasts, holding on for dear life while they bounced and jiggled.

To my side, I had a perfect view of Simon's fingers rubbing Elizabeth's slippery cunt. With a raspy cry of, "Yes!" she pulled Simon's face to her heaving bosom—he sucked in her nipple—

They both came. Simon's semen flowed like lava over Stephanie and Elizabeth's fingers.

As soon as Simon's pleasure subsided, he dropped onto the floor, comically exhausted. Liz and Stephanie gave him a grateful, naked hug, and then—to my great delight—they both climbed onto the sofa bed and started licking me. Stephanie's soft pink breasts rubbed up and down my arm.

Before I even realized it, Corrine was climaxing, her moans shaking the whole bed beneath us. Soon as her breathing returned to normal, I pulled out and turned to Elizabeth:

"Get on top of her so I can fuck you some more."

My girlfriend blushed with desire as she obeyed, settling herself face-down down atop Corrine's stacked body. The fullness of their massive tits squashed together.

I rubbed the tip of my cock up and down across their pussies, one on top of the other, and then gave Elizabeth a playful smack on the ass as I drove myself inside her. My balls slapped against Corrine's warm cunt with each thrust.

Stephanie suddenly launched herself into my arms. I groped her tits and kissed her full on the lips while fucking her best friend doggie-style on the bed.

Having recovered from her intense orgasm with Rachel, Talia snuggled up beside us as well, erotically caressing both Elizabeth and myself as our bodies crashed together. Her tongue swirled around my exposed nipple. I released one of Stephanie's lovely tits and slid my free hand between Talia's legs to diddle her clit.

The bed was already crowded when Amy joined the party. On wobbly legs, she hobbled her naked body across the room and grabbed hold of my butt, rubbing her tits up and down my back. Desperate for air, I pulled my mouth from Stephanie's, my head spinning. I looked down at my girlfriend, her lips a fraction of an inch from Corrine's...

"Kiss her," I moaned.

They both gave into the moment and mashed their lips together, groaning into each other's mouths...




Bosom Buddies Ch. 09



I tried to stay focused on what I was doing, but there were way too many distractions: Talia licking my nipple, Amy groping my ass, Stephanie kissing my throat while I juggled her massive tits, my balls smacking against Corrine's pussy while she passionately Frenched my girlfriend—

And Elizabeth. Beautiful Liz, the girl I loved. She grabbed hold of her own breasts and rubbed them against Corrine's, stimulating those super-sensitive nipples of hers. All my sexy friends, with me at the same time. A fantasy come true –

Elizabeth tensed—her beautiful face showing a sudden, exquisite climax—

"Fuck!" I screamed.

I exploded, cumming inside her until it hurt.

.........

Graduation was kind of underwhelming after that. 

As far as I was concerned, high school culminated on prom Night. It climaxed when I did. And, though none of us realized it at the time, it was also the beginning of the end for our little group. There was no great falling out, no dramatic schism of loyalties, really no negative feelings whatsoever. We all still loved each other, in one way or another. Whatever force caused us to drift apart, I couldn't tell you.

But after that night, the chemistry somehow changed. What had once been a gang of six single friends became a collection of couples. Corrine even started dating Jake, leaving Amy as the lone remaining member of our group not in a committed relationship.

At the same time, an unexpected side-effect of graduating meant the end of us seeing each other every day in class or during lunch. Hanging out together required us to arrange get-togethers, and the erratic schedules of our summer retail jobs made it nearly impossible to pin down everyone in the same place at the same time.

Still, that summer was amazing. One of the best times of my life. I spent every free minute with one or more of my incredible friends, and all the while my relationship with Elizabeth continued to get more and more intense. Sometimes frighteningly so.

Knowing it was all going to end soon made every experience sweeter and more vibrant, though there was an undeniable pang of desperation there as well. Every afternoon spent sitting around by myself meant one less afternoon with my friends. One less afternoon with the woman I was falling horribly in love with.

The other couples figured their shit out way before we did: Rachel and Talia were going to Berkely together, meaning they had nothing to worry about. Simon and Stephanie had agreed to try the long-distance thing, with the hope that he would be able to transfer to her school after a semester or two of junior college. Corry and Jake, much as they liked each other, were keeping things pretty casual and both knew that their relationship was just a summer thing.

It wasn't like Liz and I avoided the issue. We talked constantly about what we were going to do at summer's end. Breaking up was unthinkable, but so was the alternative of a long-distance love. We even discussed one of us transferring after a semester, but her transcript wouldn't get her to MIT, and I'd be seriously cheating myself out of career choices going to a state school. More often then not, these impossible discussions ended in tears and passionate love-making, leaving us more confused then ever.

I guess it was actually kind of fucked-up, now that I think about it, but then so is the human heart. In any case, the month of August inexorably reared his ugly head, regardless of what we did or said to each other.

One by one, they left. First Stephanie, then Amy, then Talia and Rachel. Each departure bringing tears and hugs all around. Solace in the arms of our remaining friends. We all joked that it was like surviving a slasher film, our friends being bumped off one by one.

Frankly, it was too horrible for words. Elizabeth and I finally came to the miserable decision that we would call it quits at the end of the summer. We were just teenagers, weren't we? Seemingly every person we turned to for advice helpfully informed us that it would be a mistake for us to stay together. Who were we to argue with the entire world?

Then came the awful day of my flight to Massachusetts. Elizabeth had promised to help me pack, but when we started loading up the suitcases, she broke down and simply couldn't bring herself to do it.

"What are we going to do?!" she cried.

I tried to take her in my arms, but she angrily shrugged me off. With heavy heart, I asked, "What do you want to do?"

"Not this! Anything but this."

I felt an awful tightening in my guts. The air in the room was choking me. I thought about all the rational, intelligent reasons we were breaking up, but as I tried to mouth the words, I realized they weren't my own. So instead, I surprised us both by saying, "Then we won't."

Elizabeth looked up at me with wet, confused eyes. 

"I don't want to do this either," I continued, the air around me suddenly breathable once more. "I don't want to lose you, even if it means trying to do this thing long-distance. We'll figure it out. Somehow, we'll make it work."

She brightened at my words, laughing through her tears. "Okay," she finally managed. Then she hugged me and kissed me and helped me finish packing. A sudden surge of giddiness lifted us off the ground, just as surely as it we'd been filled with helium. 

I tore off her shirt and we made passionate love one last time before I had to leave.

........

The plane sat on the tarmac for 25 minutes, during which time a million thoughts raced through my head. That's like 40,000 thoughts per minute. More than I could handle.

What if I don't go to MIT at all? What if I just got off the plane right now? What if I ran back through the gate and scooped Elizabeth up in my arms and asked her to marry me? That's what would happen if I was in a romantic comedy! That's what I would do.

That's what I would do if this wasn't real life.

The plane's wheels left the ground and I was shocked back into the moment. It was really, finally over. My life, as I knew it. The last remnants of the old me, left behind on that tarmac. I was on my way to college.

I swore to myself I would do whatever it took to make things work out with Liz, no matter how hard it would be. She was worth it. We were worth it. If we both got decent part-time jobs, and scrimped and saved every penny for air fare... maybe we might just pull it off.

Maybe we could beat the odds that tormented at every long-distance relationship.

Twelve months ago, I would have been scared to even talk to a girl like Elizabeth. Now, I couldn't help but think about the future I hoped to share with her. I was a new man. All thanks to my girls.

Corrine...

Talia...

Stephanie...

Amy...

And Elizabeth.

I knew I would see them again, many times. But things between the six of us would never be quite the same as they had been our senior year. 

The year I met my best friends.

My bosom buddies.

(To Be Concluded)