Well, when I was growing up in Junior High School? Mandy Wallace was my bestest friend. We were the same age. I was an only child. She had a younger sister Becka � three years younger than us. When we were twelve Mandy started to develop. We both thought that was yucky because we enjoyed playing ball with the guys in the neighborhood and Mandy didn't think she could do that if she started getting 'boobies' as she called them.
For about six months everything was still cool. Then one Saturday morning Mandy called me. She was crying on the phone and asked me to come over. I went next door and Mandy opened up before I could knock and whisked me up to her room, hushing my questions.
"What's all the mystery?" I asked.
"Mom found out!" she moaned.
"What are you talking about?"
"Well you remember, I showed you! I started to grow boobies?"
"Yeah, so what, nothing much's happened since then."
"Well, actually a lot happened. Look!"
And she pulled open the robe she was wearing. Joggling in front of my disbelieving eyes were two half grapefruit sized mounds.
"Holy Cow! How did that happen?" I exclaimed.
"Well, they just kept growing. I wore real tight T-shirts under my other clothes and recently I've been using an old Ace bandage to keep 'em down. But last night, Mom caught me coming out of the bathroom and, well, she was pissed! Said I could hurt myself and now I gotta go get a bra!"
She burst into angry tears. "I wish this had never happened!" she wailed. "I don't want boobies. The guys will tease me and everything. Mom has really big boobies. What if I grow up and look like her? Gross!"
It was true. The Widow Wallace had the largest set of breasts for miles around. She was always being bothered by men. Even though she was at least 35. An old crone like that should be allowed to live in peaceful widowhood, I thought.
Well, Mandy went to the store with her mom that morning for a bra. Her first bra. Later that week she told me it was a B cup and tried to explain sizing to me. She said it was difficult to find a bra that fit her well because she was so young, had such a slender chest and then these big mounds of boobies. It was too complicated and I didn't pay too much attention.
But it was a funny thing. As much as she said she disliked them she didn't really try all that hard to hide them. Guys at school, older guys, would look at her in the hall and some of the bolder ones would even say Hi. If we were talking in the hall guys would come up and talk to her as if I wasn't even there! It made me mad.
Mandy said she didn't like it either, but she didn't try to stop it. And she kept growing. We didn't really talk about it too much. I had nothing happening at all and it was starting to get to me. In casual conversation, Mandy would drop the news about the newest bra. She blew past the C cup range in less than two years. I had some sparse hair around my puss but no boobies. My nipples were getting larger though, and finally my mom and I got me a bra. A training bra. Big whoop.
And then Mandy's sister Becka started to sprout like a mushroom after a rainstorm! Unlike Mandy, she really flaunted herself! Becka would wear tight stretchy tops and T-shirts with out a bra. Her sharp nipples would try to burrow right through the fabric! Becka had the largest collection of bras. She even spent her own allowance on underwear! And she went through sizes so fast that Mandy swore she never had to wash a bra. She just replaced one new bra with the next larger size.
I still had some sparse hair around my puss. And no boobs.
I finally realized what boys were like on my 16th birthday. I had a party in our basement. No drinking � just some kids and some records. My boyfriend Bobby was there with some of his friends. He was a year older than me and a grade ahead in school. We'd never done more than hold hands and some innocent kisses. Mandy was there, and her bratty little sister.
"Well, I couldn't leave her home," Mandy whined to me. "Mom said that she couldn't afford a babysitter while she's out with Mr Henderson tonight and if I wanted to come to the party I had to drag the little tramp along." Mandy's opinion of her sister was if anything, even lower than mine.
Hillary grew quiet.
"Go on please, Hillary. You said you found out what boys were like. What did you mean?" asked Ms Le Faye.
About an hour after the party started I noticed that Bobby wasn't around and I went looking for him.
He wasn't downstairs but one of his buddies said he'd gone up to the kitchen to see if there was some more Coke. So I headed upstairs.
I was walking down the hall toward the kitchen when I heard his voice. I don't know why, but instead of just going into the kitchen I stopped and listened.
He was talking with Becka. Or rather, Becka was talking to him.
"Oh Bobby, I don't know what you think you see in that long drink of water, Hillary. She's as skinny as a rail and just towers over you. I think you look funny together. Don't you think the guy should be taller than the girl? I know all of my girlfriends say so."
If she had any girl friends it was news to me, and probably news to them as well! Becka was a bitch! And we all knew it. But it seemed Bobby didn't.
"Oh, she's just an inch taller than me. And I'll pass her any day now," Bobby said.
I peeked in the kitchen from the hall. Bobby was going through the fridge. He was bent over looking on the bottom shelf. And Becka was looking at him the way a cat will look at a mouse it'd just caught. You know, when they know they're gonna kill it but just haven't decided how?
Merle's yowl was one of agreement!
So anyway, by the time he straightened up she had an innocent look on her face. She was leaning back with both elbows up on the kitchen counter behind her? It was a pose that made it impossible to miss what she knew were her best features. Her boobs were sticking out about a mile! Bobby couldn't help but notice those missiles pointed at him! And the way her nipples were poking out! They were like ...like ... like two .45 caliber bullets stuck onto matching warheads.
It was like I could tell what was going to happen but I found I couldn't move from where I was hiding outside the kitchen.
Now Becka was wearing a pair of really tight shorts. No belt � and the snap at the top of her zipper kept popping when she moved around? But she'd just ignore it for a couple of minutes and then snap it shut.
Her midriff was bare. She was wearing one of the tightest little short sleeve sweaters you'd could ever hope to see. Becka's boobs held the bottom edge of the sweater away from her midriff. It was almost sleeveless, had a deep scoop neck and buttoned up the front. It had probably fit her well about three months ago. Today there were these crescent-shaped gaps between the top buttons where the sweater stretched across her tits. You could see her bra through the gaps. The gaps were like an inch wide between the three buttons right across the largest part of her boobs! It looked like they would pop if she took a deep breath. Probably take out Bobby's eye I figured. And he'd deserve it, too!
"Hey, Bobby, how come you don't like me?" Becka asked. She was easing up to him while he got a glass out of the cupboard..
"I like you fine. You're just a kid."
"I'm not just a kid." She stamped her foot. "Look me in the eye and say that, if you can!" she dared him.
Well, Bobby fell into it. He turned around. Becka was standing about three feet from him now with her fists perched on her hips.
"Becka," Bobby started, "you're sweet, but you're just a little kid!"
"I'll show you sweet, Bobby!" Becka took one step toward him and inhaled, throwing her chest out. "Look at me, Bobby! Do I look like a little kid? Huh?"
Her hands slowly rose up from her hips, caressing her stomach, her fluttering fingers sliding up over her sweater which rose up with her hands before dropping back in place as her hands arced over her boobies.
"Well, do I, Bobby?" Her voice was a low wheedling tone. I could see Bobby's upper lip was starting to sweat. The temperature in the kitchen had gone up twenty degrees in ten seconds!
"Do you know any other 'little kid' who looks like me, Bobby?"
Her left hand held the bottom of her sweater as she slowly swung her hips right and left while pouting up into Bobby's eyes from under her bangs.
Her other hand stroked the far side of her neck and drifted down, smoothing the line of her collar bone, and then slowly followed her breast bone in and down until her hand slowed and stopped in the valley of her cleavage that was just exposed by the top of her sweater. She fluttered her fingertips over the exposed tops of her breasts. Bobby was transfixed, staring at the busty little tease in front of him.
Her index finger reached out and just caressed the top button. It parted under the slight pressure. I could see the tension across the neck line relax as the two halves jumped apart. The tension on the next button increased. Becka's fingers moved a little deeper into her cleavage. The tension in the room was increasing. And I could feel myself moistening as I watched.
"Well, what do you say, Bobby? Still look like a little kid? Hmmmm?"
"Yeah," Bobby said. But his voice was softer and hesitant.
"Oh?" Her index finger snapped out and the second button passed its tension down to the third button. "Really?" The third button parted just as easily as the first two. Becka was now showing about four inches of cleavage. Her breasts mounded up in the middle. Her bra didn't show. She was wearing one wasn't she?
"How many 'little kids' do you know that can fill a sweater as well as I do, Bobby?" she tormented.
She cupped her sweater-enclosed breasts and squeezed them together while staring into Bobby's eyes. Her cleavage really blossomed when she did that!
"Hmmmm, they feel so big in my hands!" she declared. She rubbed them up and down against each other with her hands.
Across the room I could hear Bobby gulp and swallow.
She stepped back and leaned back against the counter again. Bobby took one step forward and then another half step. He was closer now.
Becka reached out and placed a hand on his chest. "Now, Bobby, you don't want to get too close to a 'little kid' do you? You stay there like a good little boy."
Holding the bottom of her sweater steady with both hands, Becka gave Bobby a smirk, arched her back and took a deep breath. The topmost button gave up. Five inches of the richest, creamiest cleavage I could imagine was less than an arm's length away from Bobby's staring eyes.. Now you could see the inside edges of the pale blue bra cups on either side. The pressure of the cups' contents pushed enticing mounds of flesh above the edges and forced Becka's tits close together in a tight crevasse of mammary excitement.
"Christ," I heard Bobby mutter.
"Oh, Bobby, honey! I think you like what you see!" tinkled Becka. "Tell me you like what you see. I may show you a little more. You'd like that, right?" Her hands drifted down her stomach to the waist band of her pants. She snapped the snap closed.
"I like what I see," Bobby mumbled.
"I'm sorry, what did you say, Bobby?" Her hands were fluttering up and down her bare midriff.
"I like what I see. You know I like what I see, Becka."
"Oh yeah, I know what all the boys like to see!" Becka agreed in a lazy sounding voice as she lounged against the counter. "I know real well what the boys like to see. And 'little' Becka's got more of it to show than any other girl in school! Right, Bobby?" Her voice was quietly triumphant.
"Yeah, right, Becka." Bobby hadn't moved. He was still staring at Becka's chest.
"Bobby, I can hardly hear you! What was that you just said?" she teased.
"I said, yeah, right, Becka," Bobby repeated.
"Yeah, right what?"
"Yeah, you got a lot to show, Becka!" Bobby was sweating harder.
"A lot of what, Bobby? I want to hear you say it," the buxom tantalizer wheedled.
"You got a lot of, um, ah, breasts, Becka."
"That's good, Bobby, I like the way you said that!"
Standing upright suddenly Becka grabbed the bottom of her sweater on either side of the buttons and pulled her hands apart. One by one the lower buttons gave way.
When she stopped, her hands were at her lower ribs and there was only one button still buttoned. The body band of her bra was exposed and the sweater was pulled taut around Becka's full to bursting cups.
"Shall I?" asked Becka. "Do you want to see? Want me to open the last button, Bobby?"
Damn teasing little bitch. Even I wanted to see! How could this bratty kid be having this effect? I was afraid I'd flood my panties if I kept watching and yet I couldn't move.
"Yes, you little bitch. Go ahead. Open it." Bobby was sweating. His face was getting red.
"Oh? So now I'm a little bitch, huh? Well, I suppose that's better than being a little kid. But you've hurt my feelings." She was pouting. She let go of the ends of the sweater which fell back in place. "I don't think you like me at all, Bobby!"
"Hey, wait a minute. I guess I like you fine," gulped Bobby. He didn't want the show to be over! Neither did I!
"Well then, give me a little kiss!" giggled Becka, who proceeded to reach up on tiptoe, wrap her arms around Bobby's neck, and plant a kiss on his lips. She didn't miss the chance to really grind her boobs into Bobby's chest, either!
When she stepped back, Bobby was two shades redder and breathing like a race horse.
"Oh, Bobby," she cooed. "That was real nice. You kiss good! Since you made up so nice, I have a special treat for you, honey! I want you to open the last button! But no touching, Bobby! Just the button or I'll go home!"
She giggled a little as she hauled her shoulders back as far as she could, stuck out her chest and took a big breath. For a second I thought Bobby would lose his chance. Wool wasn't made to take that kind of stress!
Bobby gulped hard, screwed up his courage and shakily reached for the button, As his hands got within inches of their target, Becka laughed softly and shimmied her shoulders. Her breasts swung in big wobbling arcs and Bobby pulled his hands back like they'd been put in a fire.
"That's right, Bobby," cooed Becka. "No touching."
Well, she kept this up for another minute or so. Bobby would reach, Becka would sway, or twitch or shift a breast in his way, and they'd start all over. Bobby was getting redder and redder, Becka was grinning and giggling. And loving it! My panties were sopping wet just watching this tease work over my boyfriend.
Finally Becka held still long enough for Bobby to get his palsied fingers on the button that was just barely still in the button hole. I don't think Bobby really did anything. The button just leapt free. At the same time Becka lurched forward, pressing her bra encased bosom onto Bobbys hands and just as quickly stepping away and clutching the sweater around her.
"I, I didn't, I didn't do, you bumped into me, Becka!" croaked Bobby.
"I know," cooed Becka. "Did you like what you saw? And felt?"
"I didn't see anything!" groaned Bobby.
"Really?" teased Becka "Nothing? At all?"
"No!" he moaned.
"Well you just stay where you are. Do you want to see? Bobby? You don't mind that I'm just a little kid, now do you?" Becka twisted the knife. She was standing in front of Bobby, left knee bent and pressed against her other leg. Her hands were holding the over-stressed sweater stretched closed in front of her. It was a classic pin up pose. I'd even tried it in the mirror myself.
"No. I don't mind that you're ... I mean, I don't think you're a little kid any more, Becka."
"Damn right, Bobby. When was the last time you saw a little kid built like this!?" she crowed as she proudly pulled her arms back and slipped the sweater down to her elbows. The only reason they didn't hear my gasp was that Bobby groaned even louder!
Becka's bosom was magnificent. Incredibly oversized for her body! She had played Bobby like a cheap harp until he was crazy. Standing in front of him Becka was proudly thrusting her bosom out, her arms pulled back behind her, sweater now dangling from one hand. She slowly twisted her upper body from left to right and back.
Her bra was a lovely pale blue, lacy, underwire, demi bra. Her boobs filled it to bursting. Now that I could see it clearly I could see the body band was held well off her sternum and ribs by her big tits. The straining cups of the bra forced her tits together and thrust them forward. The flesh that oozed together between the cups was matched by an equal or greater amount that was trying to escape to the sides. Every time Becka inhaled her breasts rose in their cups, her cleavage a constantly rippling firm mass of flesh that drew Bobby's eyes like a magnet. I couldn't believe the feeling going through me.
"God damn," Bobby moaned. "I've never seen anyone like you, Becka. Not even in my dad's Playboys!" If he had wanted to compliment Becka he'd found the right way. I could see her swell with pride as Bobby went on, "How old are you, Becka?"
"Thirteen last month, Bobby," she announced proudly.
"Jesus. Thirteen. I can't believe it."
"Believe it, honey," offered Becka. "And you want to know a secret?" Her voice was conspiratorial as she leaned slightly closer to Bobby.
"What's that, Becka?"
"Well, look at this, lover." She turned her back on Bobby and reached back with her hand and pointed to the middle of the back strap of the bra. "See this label? Bobby, come here and read me what it says."
"It says... um... it says," Bobby was having trouble keeping his eyes on the label. Becka's back was so slender and smooth. You could see each rib as it went around from her back to her side and her little butt was outlined by her tight pants.
"Come on, Bobby. Read it to me," she demanded impatiently.
"Um, it says, 'Bali 34D'. What does that mean?"
"Never mind right now. What else does it say?"
"It says ... it says ... Mandy Wallace. Mandy? Mandy Wallace? You're wearing one of your sister's bras?"
"Yeah, I stole it from her bedroom this morning. Its a brand new one. She just got it yesterday when we were at Macy's." She spun around and Bobby found herself with a very close view of Becka's cleavage. In fact, his nose was almost buried in it.
"Oh, your breath tickles!" giggled Becka as she wrapped her arms around herself and shivered dramatically, as if she was cold. Which, of course, pushed her huge boobies even closer into Bobby's gawking face. I thought he was going to faint!
"So you borrow your sister's underwear. Is that a secret? I bet lots of girls do that!" Bobby snorted as he reluctantly stood back up.
"Yeah, well, they probably do. But that's not the secret, Bobby. The secret is," her voice lowered, "the secret is; how many younger sisters do you know steal their big sisters' bras and find out the bras are too small? Hmmmm, Bobby?"
"That's what those numbers and letters tell you. See, the cup size, Bobby, the letters? That tells you how large a set of boobs really are."
Her hands were stroking and gently squeezing her bra encased breasts as she looked down at them. Her narcissistic pride glowed in her eyes as she cast a lingering glance at Bobby. Her grin only widened when she confirmed that he was seeing nothing but her hands and the massive ovoids in front of him.
"The number just tells you how big a girl is around the chest. Here." Her index fingers traced the lower edge of the bra's body band.
"I measure 25 inches around here just below my breasts. My big sister measures 29 inches. You have to add five inches to find the proper body band measurement. That is the number. Most guys think the number is what counts! But would you rather go out with me or Caroline Schultz? She wears a 44!"
Caroline was a big fat 11th grader who had no boobs at all.
"Y ... Y ... Yuh, you!" stammered Bobby.
Becka smiled at his predictable response. She leaned forward and shimmied her shoulders back and forth. Her tits shook and jumped in the cups.
"Bobby, I'm three and a half years younger than Mandy." Becka was posing openly for Bobby. Cupping her hands behind her neck and breathing deeply she formed an impossibly deep chasm.
"Bobby," she purred. "Mandy wears a 34 D Bra. She's worn one for about six months now. I got measured yesterday too. The clerk said they didn't have anything even close to my size." She paused, clasped her hands in front of the now open snap of her shorts and gently pushed her arms together in front of her while she closed the snap. I thought her boobs would surge up and out of the cups!
"Your size?" quavered Bobby.
"Yeah, my size. They have to special order a 30 Double H!"
"Double H? Holy fucking Christ! Double H? Thirteen years old?" Bobby was shaking.
"Double H." The pride just dripped from Becka's voice. "I'm so much bigger than my sixteen year old sister. Bobby. I'm not a little kid! No little kid could fill this bra like I do! Right?"
"Yeah, right, Becka."
"How nice of you to admit that. Have you ever seen anyone with as great a body as mine? Even in the movies? Or your dad's Playboys?"
"No, Becka, I sure as hell haven't. Not even close!"
"Well, aren't you complimentary!" Becka was sliding closer to Bobby, "I've got one more really big secret to share with you! 'Cause you've been so nice and since I think you're the cutest guy I know."
"What's that?" Bobby was still shivering and watching Becka like a man dying of thirst might watch a water fountain.
"I want you to be the first guy to touch me. Right here!" And Becka took Bobby's hand in both of hers and pressed it into her cleavage. It practically disappeared up to the wrist!
"Oh, Holy shit!" hissed Bobby.
"Leave your hand there!" groaned Becka. She was flushing now herself. She let go of Bobby's wrist and reached behind her. I swear I heard the fabric of the overtaxed bra groan in relief as it was released.
Incredibly, as she allowed the bra to drop to the linoleum floor, Becka's boobs did not drop an inch. They shivered on her chest and settled into a pouty thrust almost straight out from her ribs. Becka would have flunked the pencil test, I found myself thinking. Each heroic boob was topped by an areola that was visibly puffed up. About two inches across, they seemed large enough to fill the A cup bra I was wearing, all on their own. And thrusting arrogantly upward from there, Becka's nipples extended another half inch. They were the same pale pink of the areola and were as thick as Bobby's pinky.
"Touch me, Bobby," Becka whispered. "Touch my enormous Double H breasts!"
Bobby cupped one magnificent breast in each shaking hand as Becka moaned. I could see the firm breast flesh quiver from the tremor in Bobby's hands. His hands didn't come close to covering those mounds! No matter how he tried his hands only covered a fraction of each gigantic mound!
"Squeeze my big titties, lover, squeeze my big, firm titties. It feels sooo good. Have you ever squeezed a huge pair of tits like mine?"
"God, no," my boyfriend moaned. "No one else has such big pretty boobs, Becka!"
Becka grabbed Bobby's ears and pulled his eager lips to one of her massively upthrusting nipples.
"And suck me, suck my nipples. I love to do that when I'm in bed at night and I'll bet it feels better when you do it. Oh, Bobby, I love how your hands and lips feel. Pinch my nipples, oh, oh, yess, just like that. You do that so good!" Becka's thighs were grinding together while she was sighing and moaning with undisguised passion.
Twining her hands in Bobby's hair Becka pulled him down into her bosom. Clutching him closer with both hands she pushed inwards with her elbows and swallowed up Bobby's head in her vast bosom. I could just see the tips of his ears still exposed. Becka swung her shoulders to wipe Bobby's face all over her boobs. Her hips were swinging back and forth and her thighs continued to grind together. It looked like her crotch was trying to suck her pants up into her!
Suddenly Bobby groaned deep in his chest. He clutched at Becka's back and shoulders. His hips quivered, pistoned back and forth once, twice, three times. He emitted one more muffled groan and then sighed deeply.
Becka's smile of pleasure faded.
"Oh, Bobby," she pouted as she pushed him out away from her breasts, "Were you just a naughty boy?" She was laughing at him as he tried to adjust his sticky pants.
"Here, I thought you were a man!" She picked up the discarded bra, slipped her arms into it and clasped the bra behind her. Leaning over, she shook her boobs into the cups and stood up. Still smiling faintly at Bobby, she tucked and prodded to once more encase her breasts in the overmatched bra.
She reached down silently and put her sweater back on. Working slowly, with her tongue peeking between her lips, she buttoned up each button from the bottom to the top.
Finishing, she grinned up at Bobby as she asked, "how do I look, honey?"
"You look good enough to eat!" responded Bobby.
"I doubt you'll ever know, Bobby. Too bad! You better get home and clean yourself up." She giggled again as she drew her finger through the widely spreading stain on the front of Bobby's pants.
"Ohh, you're all sticky," she cooed as she put the finger into her mouth and sucked it.
Bobby groaned aloud.
"Now run along home, Bobby. I'm going back downstairs to see if any of your other friends has more stamina than you do. And I'm going to have a lot of fun finding out!" She chortled as she started toward me and the party still going on downstairs.
I ducked into the pantry. She never saw me. Bobby went out the kitchen door and didn't come back to the party. I guess he was too embarrassed. I'm sure Becka teased most of the boys that evening. By the time the night was over, half the boys were gone, and Becka had a glow in her cheeks you could read by. She really liked teasing boys. And she was better equipped to tease than any of the other girls in school for all that she was only thirteen years old!
So that was the night I learned that boys go crazy for big tits. The bigger the tits, the crazier the boys will act.