Misty Rain by The Dark Trianni synopsis: Nerdy boy, Trevor, recounts the time where his and his best friend, Misty’s, lives met with some very drastic changes. Misty Rane, Misty Rane. The prettiest girl in the world. She had it all. She was pretty, smart, funny, strong... Not like most of the girls at Home Town High who were all stuck so far up their own asses that they were almost non-existent as human beings. No, Misty was far from anything like that. She was a saint, always out to lend a hand, always looking out for the best interest of others, always so selfless. And most importantly. She was my best friend. Ever since my family moved out to Home Town when I was six-years-old, we lived next door to the Rane family, some of the nicest people you’d ever meet. With the cutest daughter you’d ever meet. With long, curly red hair, big, bright blue eyes, and the most adorable freckles on her cheeks and shoulders. From the first day they darkened our doorstep, I was awed by her. And she liked me. The other girls, or rather kids in general, all kept clear of me like I had some kind of disease. But not this one. She genuinely enjoyed my company, coming up into my room, playing Wintendo, watching cartoons, coloring... General kid’s stuff. Those were the best years that I could remember fondly. Just me and Misty Rane. Over the years, we became very close, doing everything together. Be it play dates, going to school, eating lunch, visits to each others houses for dinner, and even the odd sleep over. Misty and I were effectively inseparable, and that's just how it was meant to be. She was, after all, my only friend, the only kid on the playground that would even think of coming near me. It was great, throughout elementary school, but middle school was when things began to change. I was never the most popular guy. If Misty had it all, then I must not have had anything. I wasn’t handsome; I wore thick rimmed, coke bottle glasses on my long, almost point nose and always had the same messy black bed head do as the day I was born, and my two front teeth were just a bit longer than the others, so I was just the opposite of handsome. And despite the nerdy disposition, I averaged a C in school, so I wasn’t very smart either. I was only as funny as I was funny-looking, and strong? I’d have to pass. I was not strong in any way. Not strong physically, mentally, or even willed. Clearly, you can see the problem entering middle school. I was bullied and laughed at every day, and constantly at the mercy of others, ‘mercy’ being something this student body had forgotten at home, or buried in the yard. I would open my locker to find my things missing or vandalized, or things I didn’t remember putting there, like a stink bomb or someone’s rotting lunch. Sitting down on my seat would lead to either set off an obnoxious whoopee cushion, or find that the legs were unscrewed and made the chair uncomfortably wobbly. Rising from my seat would have serious implications, like tripping with my shoelaces tied together and falling flat on my face. But Misty was always there beside me, even if we didn’t always have the same classes, and would always tend to my wounded body and pride. I had thought that if I couldn’t see her pretty smile, I wouldn’t have the strength to get out of bed in the morning. High school soon came around, and my hazing would only continue to get worse. Missing or damaged property aside, I would find incriminating gay porn magazines, or the rotting carcass of a seagull in my locker. And never mind wobbly chairs. Instead I had the legs collapse completely under me as I sat. My laces were being tied to the chair itself now, rather than just together, making my spills all the worse. Misty was still there to pick up the pieces, but as we grew older and more spaced, she had made new friends, joined clubs and activities, and I found that she had less and less time for me. We still walked to and from school, we still hung out together at home or out somewhere, and she still gave me that wonderful smile, so I didn’t doubt we were still best friends. But somewhere in my mind, it felt more apparent that we were growing apart, that she might be outgrowing me. That soon I wouldn’t have my Misty Rane in my corner anymore. And that hurt me more than you can imagine. “Trevor?” “Huh?” I looked up from the sidewalk under my feet and ahead at Misty, looking back at me. “What’s up?” She shook her head and rolled her eyes at me with a playful chuckle, walking backwards so she was walking beside me again. “What’s up with you, Trev?” she bounced the question back at me, “You’ve been like this since last night, all droll and quiet.” I laughed a bit and shook my head back at her, as a show that nothing was the matter. “It’s nothing, really, Misty,” I lied, deciding to play my hand close to my chest. Misty’s eyebrow arched, a disbelieving look on her face as she leered at me and made me nervous. It was hard to get one over on her. It was like she could get into your head and just tell you were hiding something. She stood with her hand on her hip, the other holding the strap of her bag like it was a mace, practically telling me to fess up. “You’re slouching, Trevor. Get that load of shit off your back,” she laughed, masking the seriousness in her tone. “I-I didn’t study for the big test today, okay?” I squeaked, holding my bag out like a shield to protect me against her. “Oh, Trevor,” she sighed, slinging her bag over her shoulder more comfortably, “I asked you if you wanted my help!” “Forgive me, o mighty amazon,” I begged her. Of course I was able to get one over on her; this wasn’t a lie! But it wasn’t what was really bothering me... This Friday was a dance the school was having. I’m not entirely sure what for, all I heard was ’It’s a dance, ask Misty!’, and that’s just what I wanted to do. Only thing was, I was too afraid to. What if she was busy that night? What if she had already asked someone else? What if she just didn’t want to go? What if she just didn’t want to go with me? So many thoughts buzzed around my head like a swarm of angry hornets. I didn’t want to make things awkward, so I wanted to wait for the right moment to ask. When I knew what she was doing Friday, and whether or not she wanted to go and if she was planning on going with someone else. But I didn’t want to make it obvious. I had to play it cool... She laughed again and pat my shoulder hard, jarring me forward a step or two and smiled at me. “You are forgiven, o little man,” she teased, a retort at my ‘amazon’ comment, since she was a bit taller than I was, “but your ass is mine at lunch, buster; we’re studying for that test.” I smiled sheepishly and hid further behind my bag, bashing it lightly against my forehead as she started ahead. My eyes were quickly drawn to that perfectly shaped ass of hers, wrapped in those nice denim shorts of hers, and followed how it moved from side to side. My gaze turned further south at her nice, slender legs. I always thought she had one hell of a bod, and I couldn’t help but check her out from time to time. Especially when she wore tops to show off her generous bust. As I continued after her, vision still trained on her stems, she looked back at me again, calling “Trevor?” Instantly, my face flushed as I looked back to the sidewalk. “Hurry up, slowpoke, or we’ll be late,” she smiled at me and continued ahead, none the wiser. If that was playing it cool, I didn’t want to see it get any hotter, it was already a comfortable ninety degrees out. “Hey, Misty Rane!” a voice called from the street, catching both of our attentions. It came from a shiny blue and white sport’s car stopping at a red light, behind the wheel waved the quarterback of Home Town High, Gary Studebaker. “Hi Gary!” Misty greeted with a wave back to him and a bounce in her step. Gary Studebaker. If Misty was my female opposite, then that made this guy my male opposite. He, like Misty, had it all. He was handsome, with his gelled back jet black hair, clean close shave and perfect bronzed complexion, he was a regular girl magnet. He was funny, but only in that funny way that most douche bags were, and he was smart, again, only in that way a douche bag could weasel his way out of any problem. And strong? Come on, this guy was the star quarterback. Women wanted him, and men wanted to be him, that whole shtick, and he was just charismatic enough that he could do no wrong in the public’s eye. It made me sick. He waved back and smiled at Misty before casting a brief glance my way. “Trey,” he ‘greeted’ me, not even bothering to get my name right. But before I could respond, he motioned for the passenger seat of his car at Misty. “What’s a pretty girl doing walking to school by herself?” he asked, “I won’t stand for it, hop in. I’ll give you a lift.” “I’m not by myself,” Misty replied, stepping closer to me and pulling an arm around my shoulder, “I have Trevor with me,” she giggled, patting my shoulder. “Y-yeah,” I added, meekly, keeping my attention on my shoes, and off Gary and his fancy car. Gary looked back to me and scoffed to himself with a shake of his head. “I see,” he chuckled. “Well, maybe next time, huh?” The light turned green and traffic continued on, “Catch you at school then, Misty, and, uh, you too, um, Trent.” With that, his car rolled down the street and passed the traffic light, and I’m pretty sure he gave me a dirty look when he rounded the corner. Good riddance, I always say, even though I had a gut-wrenching feeling I was going to see him all too soon at school. I sighed to myself and looked back to Misty, who was still wearing that same smile she was while Gary was talking to her. “Oh my god, Gary is so hot,” she giggled and started on her way, a small skip in her step. Hot? Oh, please, please tell me she wasn’t one of those girls that blindly fall for the top-of-the-graph football star. She was too smart for that, shouldn’t it be clear to someone like her that he was toxic waste? “W-what do you mean by that, Misty?” I asked, following her, and hoping that I didn’t sound too desperate for information. The redhead giggled quietly and waved her hand in a dismissive fashion to me with a sheepish smile, her face tinted red with blush. “Sorry, Trev, I probably shouldn’t be saying that around you, being a guy and all,” she answered as we continued on down the road to the school, “I just think he’s really cute is all.” She thought that was cute? Even dangerous creatures could look cute, but that didn’t make them any less dangerous! “I hope he asks me to the dance Friday,” she sighed dreamily. “You what!” I wanted to shout, but held off for obvious reasons. “O-oh, that’s this Friday’s dance?” was what I allowed myself to say, acting like I didn’t fully remember. She nodded in response, still stuck in her dreamy haze. “So, you, uh, want him to ask you out to it, huh?” “Mmhm, sure do!” Misty giggled again, her cheeks turning more red at the thought of that jerk asking her out to it. “He’s like the most eligible guy in school, Trev, every girl in school would jump at the chance to be asked out to anything by him!” As she went on, that looming thought in my head reared its ugly head again, the words ‘friend zone’ ringing like a buzzer loud and clear in my mind. I knew now what she was doing Friday night, and that she wanted to be at that dance, but I couldn’t very well ask her to it now, not knowing who she wants to ask her out! And the fact it was Studebaker at that! I couldn’t hold a candle to that guy, not even a match, come to think of it. Outwardly, I was smiling for appearances, but inwardly, I was crushed. And I wasn’t about to rain on her parade. “What do you think, Trev?” she asked, snapping me out of my stupor, “Do you think Gary will ask me to the dance?” “I think you should let me take you to the dance,” I said, tossing my bag to the ground and reaching out to take her hand. Before she could even say two words, I pulled her towards me, into a fancy dip towards the floor, leaning down to touch my nose to hers. “You don’t need Gary, baby, you got me.” Of course, that didn’t happen. I didn’t have the guts. Instead, I went with my option B, and that was to nod with a great big smile on my face, and proclaim loudly and proudly “Of course he will!” She smiled giddily and gave me a hug and continued on to school. “Thank you, Trevor! You know just what to say to make my day!” she called back to me, skipping as she made her way. I smiled weakly and waved to her, and once she was out of view, I sighed angrily in frustration and slung my bag over my shoulder as I followed after her. I did have a thing for her, it should come about as no surprise. Misty was smoking hot, after all. But I was smoking crack if I believed I had a shot at all. I was stuck in the friend zone, judging by how this exchange went. And there was no way out of it now. I was there since I was six-years-old. I just didn’t know it until now. I went straight for my locker and was surprised not to smell some rotting animal, or to open it and find everything as it was yesterday with a suspicious lack of ‘reading material’ of a non-hetero variety. But as I collected my chemistry book, I did start to smell the overpowering stench of fancy aftershave looming from behind me. I paused, knowing who it was. Sighing, I casually closed my locker and tried to move on, when an arm coated in the school’s blue and white jacket slammed into the locker in front of me and stopped me in my tracks. Well, crap. “Hi, Gary,” I said, deadpan, as I turned to look up at him and urged my glasses further up the bridge of my nose. “Cut the crap, Treborn,” the quarterback almost grunted, standing back and crossing his arms over his chest. Behind him were a few of the starting lineup of the football team, possibly to back him up. And by that, I meant to help terrorize me. “What’s the deal with you and that hottie Misty Rane?” he asked, his posse cracking their necks to intimidate me. Before I could answer, he went on. “If you think a babe like that will go for a dork like you, you’ve got another thing coming.” If I was anyone but me, I would’ve slugged him, but I knew, one, I would only hurt myself, and two, his pals would be pinning me against the locker faster than I could say a word and let him lay into me. “We’re friends,” was the best thing I could say. Gary and his buddies started to laugh, hearing that, as if it was the funniest thing in the world. “Yeah, just friends, because she feels sorry for losers like you!” he said, the others laughing that much harder. “But if I were you, Troy, I’d stop hanging around with her,” Gary went further to say, taking a more serious tone as he leaned in closer to me. “It wouldn’t be healthy for you, if you catch my meaning.” He and his pals cracked their knuckles loudly to emphasize a point. “What’s it matter to you who her friends are?” I asked, trying to stand my ground, despite the fact I was shaking in my boots. “Don’t ask questions, dork,” he growled, pointing a finger threateningly at me. “If I’m gonna be seen around her, I can’t be seen around you, I could catch your loserness.” My eyes widened as I looked up at him again. “What do you mean?” His response was a laugh as he started off with one of his friends, the other staying behind to get back in my face in his stead and pushed me into the locker roughly. “He means that he’s gonna ask Misty out, and no girlfriend of his can be seen with a loser like you.” “G-girlfriend?” I shouted, struggling to get out of the linebackers grasp, to no avail. His large hand pressed into my chest and slammed me hard against the locker and knocking the wind out of me. When he let go, I slid down onto the floor and tried to catch my breath as he stood over me. “Something you’d never get,” he laughed, patting his hands off and followed after Gary and his teammate. “Do yourself a favor, and stay away from her. You might live longer.” It hurt, but it wasn’t from what that behemoth did. Misty was the only thing that made me happy. Ever since we were kids, she was there for me. And now, these jock bastards want to keep me away from her, just so one of them can satisfy his overblown ego? I slowly pulled myself to my feet and looked down the hall at their three, hulking forms as they left through the doors. My fist balled up angrily at them, but I knew there wasn’t much that I could do. Not only were they bigger than I was, there were three of them. Maybe more, if they roped in the rest of the team. But I wasn’t about to let them have their way. Misty was my best friend, and even if she was my only friend, that didn’t make it any less true. “Screw you, Studebaker,” I coughed quietly and took up my books and stormed off down the opposite end of the hall. I was quiet the whole way home from school with Misty, but she was doing enough talking for the both of us. She was beaming over the fact that Gary had asked her out, and not just to the dance, but to be his girlfriend. Nothing I didn’t know, but it was such a big deal for her that I just smiled and nodded, and acted surprised with the big reveal. The girl was smiling and laughing and skipping the whole walk back that I didn’t have the heart to put a stop to it, even if my chest still hurt from that linebacker’s strong-arming me. Of course, though, he left out the whole thing about how she and I couldn’t be friends if they were going to be dating. I’m sure if he said that, Misty would’ve told him he was crazy and the tune she was singing now would’ve been quiet a different one. “I can’t believe this,” she squealed again and again, “Gary Studebaker asked me out!” “I can,” I tried to laugh, hoping it was enough to fool her, “you’re a very pretty girl, Misty. Any guy would ask you out.” “Oh, you’re just saying that,” Misty giggled, elbowing me playfully in the arm. “But, he wanted to pick me up for school tomorrow,” her tone changed a bit, almost lamenting, “I told him I’d think about it, but I don’t want to leave you to walk by yourself, Trevor.” Crossroads. I didn’t want to give Gary his way, but I didn’t want it to seem to Misty that I was jealously possessive of her and didn’t want her to ride with him. That was half true, I didn’t want her to ride with him, but I figure I should bite the bullet. She seemed torn about it, so... “You should do let him pick you up,” I said, hiding my distaste from her with a smile. “I mean... you are his g-girlfriend now, right?...” She smiled back, still looking unsure, and brushed a curl of her red hair over her ear and looking off to the side. “Are you sure about that, Trev?” she asked. “I’m his girlfriend,” hearing Misty say that made me flinch, “but you’re my friend too.” As much as this brought a sting to the pit of my stomach, I didn’t want to make her feel bad. “I’ll still be here, you know,” I laughed hardily, “Go on, ride with Gary! You’ll be regretful if you don’t, and I won’t hear the end of it.” We got to her gate, and she looked up in thought briefly before looking back down to me with a sheepish smile. “If... If you say so, Trev.” She reached forward and wrapped her arms around me into a bear hug and kissed my cheek. “You’re such a good friend!” The word ‘friend’ echoed about in my mind, bouncing off the walls and only growing louder and harder to ignore. I slowly hugged back and just accepted her kiss like a stone doll, feigning a smile as she pulled away. Her smiling didn’t have quite the same effect this time. I think because it was more so a smile for Gary than it was for me. “I’ll always be your friend, Misty,” I said as I started backing away towards my gate, waving to her. “Thanks, Trevor,” she called back, returning the wave, “I’ll see you at school tomorrow.” Misty unlocked her gate and ran giddily into the house, excitedly calling to her mom as soon as she entered. I sighed. I wanted to be happy, but how could I be? My best friend was unknowingly breaking my heart, insisting on our purely platonic relationship. And her alleged boyfriend was hoping to break even that apart. With a stomp of my foot, I turned and tore open my gate and locked it behind me and stormed off inside my house, nothing to say to anyone or anything, and made my way to my room. I did not sleep well that night at all. The next week was horrible. Misty rode with Gary to and from school every day, and she spent her breaks and lunch with him. All the while, I wasn’t spared any of the usual hazing. I found a gull carcass in my locker, maggots crawling around my books, and clippings of oiled up men taped to the inside of the door. I saw that my desk was again tampered with, something scurrying around inside the desk. Sitting down carefully and feeling the legs creak under my weight, I opened the desk and a white lab rat jumped out at my face making me scream, the sudden motion of my hands and legs causing the legs to give way and knock me on my ass, and this was just the first day, the pranks getting no better with each passing day. I did get to talk with Misty on the phone each night, but the duration of the calls were being significantly cut short with Gary’s texting and calling her. She was still in the doe-eyed stage of things, as to be expected from a new relationship, so I just had to grin and bare it. And I found myself grinning more than a bobcat on laughing gas. I hoped that with more time during the weekend, we would be able to spend some time together like we used to do, but the more I thought about it, the more I thought that Studebaker would muscle in and monopolize the weekend, and effectively push me out. And until Misty was able to see that, I’m afraid that I’m on the losing team. It’s Thursday night, and 5 and 0. Tomorrow was the dance too. I couldn’t be more miserable. Friday. I didn’t see Misty or even Gary the whole day. Save for the one class I had with her, I would have at least seen them once outside of class during passing period, but not even a flash of red, or his iconic blue jacket. Not that I was actively looking for either of them. I suppose it made sense, they were probably getting things sorted for the dance tonight, but I at least wanted to see my best friend once before school let out. But no such luck. The school hours came and went and the bell rang. I think I just barely missed his car riding out of the parking lot. I was tempted to go to the dance, swallow the humiliation of going by myself, but ultimately decided that there was no point. Studebaker’s goons would probably be policing the dance on the lookout for me so’s not to spoil his good time. Defeated, I sigh heavily and proceed on my way home, staring at my phone like a recluse, waiting for a call that would probably never come... At two in the morning, I’m pulled out of my sleep by a familiar beeping tone from my phone. It was a text message from Misty! Bolting up from bed and snatching my glasses from the night stand to put them on, I quickly open the message: [ur not gonna believe this!! is ur window open?] My window? I looked to my window and got out of bed to unlock it. It’s been years since she last climbed in through my window. Before either of us had cell phones, this was the only way we could see each other and talk after dark. I turned on the desk lamp beside me as I pushed the window open, the cold night air hitting my face as I returned to my bed to reply to the message. [it is now y? its 2 am] It didn’t take long before I heard quiet footsteps in the grass outside my room, and saw a pair of hands reach up to grip the windowsill. I took her hands and started to pull her up in this age-old ritual we’ve done many times in the past. “What’s this all about, Misty?” I asked quietly as she pulled herself through the window, wearing Gary’s jacket and a baggy pair of loose shorts, probably also belonging to Gary. “You know my dad will flip out if he sees you here at this hour.” Misty giggled quietly held the jacket closer to herself. “You’re going to be mad at me, but after the dance, Gary took me back to his place,” she started, sounding maybe just a bit drunk, “and, well, we had a lil’ bit of fun!” “You know, that’s not something I really want to hear at two in the morning, Misty,” I sigh, sitting down at my bed. Misty bounced right up to me and sat next to me, still holding the jacket closed. “Sorreeee,” she giggled again with a bit of a snort, “but you’ll wanna know what happened after, promise!” Rolling my eyes, I let her go on. “So, someone spiked the punch an’ people started gettin’ a lil’ tipsy. An’ that’s when we left for his. Boy, I don’t think I can take alcohol vry well!” “Shhh, Misty,” I hushed her, covering her mouth, “dad’s really gonna hit the roof if he hears you slurring like that!” “W-well anyway, he got a lil’ grabby an’ touchy, an’ soon the clothes started flyin’,” she went on to say, snorting again like she had made a bad pun or something as I facepalmed. I was so dead if my dad came in right then. “A-an’ we fucked like rabbits!” I went on to hear all the steamy details of their night straight from the horses mouth. She was pinned down against his bed and stripped naked by a very horny Gary. Instantly, his hands went for her breasts and roughly kneaded them, rolling the nipples around the roughness of his palms and making her moan in pleasure. As she was busy stripping him down with a drunken gusto, one of his hands swept down between her legs, which she eagerly spread to allow access to her pussy, and plunged a few fingers into her cunt with a deep wet squish. His fingers worked in and out of her, her moaning rising in pitch as she bumped her hips against his hand while the other took hold of her nipple and twisting and tugging lightly. Her hands dug into his pants and took hold of his hard member, stroking up and down its impressive length quickly. Grunting and moving his hips, he fucked her hand and squirted wads of pre cum onto her thighs and stomach. In her state, Misty writhed desperately under him as she clenched her lips around his digits, watching as his rod throbbed harder in her hand. Gary pulled his fingers away with a slick pop and resumed his position right on top of her, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking hard as he rubbed his turgid head against her hot silt teasingly. She wriggled her hips harder against him, slowly drawing him into her like a vacuum, slurping him up almost instantly. They both let out a cry of pleasure as he bucked his hips hard against her and her legs pulled around his waist. As she pulled him in, he drove in in time with her, urging him into her harder and deeper with each pass. His lips tightly closed around her perky nipple and sucked for all he was worth, popping his fingers with her love juices right into her mouth, to which she was eager to suck and lick like they were his cock. They moved in rhythm together even faster, driving deeper, harder, faster. Misty cried out as her whole body shook, coming to a powerful orgasm and spraying her cum all over his lap, the contracting of her walls stroking up and down the length of his shaft bringing him to an orgasm of his own, blowing his hot load right into her. I tried to convince myself that what just played in my head was a porno staring a couple who only looked like Misty and Gary to save myself the torture. But I had to admit, it would have been hot to see Misty in action... “But why are you even telling me this?” I asked, holding my hands to my lap to hide my excitement. “B’cuz, it’s important!” she said, sitting up onto her knees and holding the sides of the jacket excitedly. “See, after we fucked, I felt a lil’ funny, but Gary still wanted to fuck, ssso we kept goin’. It was aaall night we was just goin’ right at it, oh god, I’m gettin’ horny thinkin’ about it...” “Funny?” “Uh-huh! Like tingly, pins n’ needles n’ stuff,” she replied, giving me a mischievous look. “Jus’ lookit!” My eyes almost bugged out of my sockets as she pulled open the jacket. Misty did have a nice pair of tits. They weren’t very big, but they weren’t small either, and they held a very perky and firm shape. But what I was seeing was not her normal size. With the motion, her breasts bounced heavily, naked, a least a cup bigger than what I was used to looking at. They remained perky, despite their larger size. “M-Misty,” I gasped, “What happened to your--” She giggled and shook them around, taking them into her hands and hefting them, letting them jiggle a bit for me. They were spilling slightly out of her hands as her fingers eagerly kneaded them. “My titties got bigger after we fucked! Isn’t that cool!” I couldn’t help but stare as she played with them, this being the first time I’ve ever seen her without all of her clothes on after all. “How did this,” I stammered, “did you just,” the rambling continued, just trying to jump start my brain into piecing this mystery together. “Did Gary do anything to you! Like make you take some kind of weird drug or something!” my voice rose a bit, quieting down when I thought I heard something in the hall. “You’re not hiding anything, a-are you?” I asked, cautiously, remembering to keep my volume down this time. Misty shook her head, her long hair whipping around and settling sexily over her shoulder and between her breasts. “Of course not, Trev,” she chuckled, “You know I dun take drugs.” “Well, that’s a relief,” I sighed, still having trouble peeling my eyes off her tits. They were great before, but that boost in size really showed. The way her pale skin jiggled when she moved her wrists, her hands juggling them and digging her fingers into them. What was better was how eager she was to show them off to me. My face turned red as the hard-on under my hands grew harder. With a giggle, she took my hands and instantly pressed them against her boobs firmly and urged me to squeeze them between my fingers. My eyes widened and jaw dropped when my palms touched her warm, smooth skin. I couldn’t even think of anything to say, let alone protest. “Go on, Trevvy,” she said with a low, sultry gasp, clearly enjoying the attention, “play with my titties... I see you staring...” My mind was drawing a blank. I couldn’t do anything but move ahead. I squeezed and fondled her tits, softly at first, taking my time and exploring them carefully. Every curve, every swell, even the undersides, gently working my fingers and kneading them. I circled my thumbs around the bumpy surface of her areola, making her whimper as I pressed harder into the spongy flesh and lightly pinch her excited nipple. We both began to breathe deeper. My hands unconsciously worked harder as they caressed her breasts lovingly, wrapping my fingers around them tightly. “Ooh, Trevvy,” she gasped again, leaning closer towards me and pressing more of her tit flesh against my hands, “you’re goooood at thiiiis...” I could feel her soft hands slip under the leg of my shorts, and her warm palm against my balls as she did just as I was to her. With each soft squeeze and tough, I grunted quietly and sank further into the bed and more against her hand. “M-Misty,” I moaned, biting my lip as my hands mashed her boobs against her chest, “y-you’re drunk, w-we shouldn’t--” My plea was cut short as she pressed her tits up right into my face, her hard nipple pressing into my cheek. I also felt her thighs close around my leg, and a wet warmth touched my skin as her hand continued to play with my balls. “Shouldn’t what,” she said with a huff and slipped her other hand down my stomach and into the waist of my boxers, peeling it back passed my cock, throbbing excitedly as her digits softly caressed me. “Shouldn’t do what we always shoulda?” she almost moaned, shaking her tits and slapping me lightly with them. Her nipple popped into my mouth suddenly and on instinct I began to suck, rolling my tongue against it, making her squeal and gyrate her hips more against my leg. The wetness became more noticeable, especially as she started jerking me off. Her grip on my shaft was tight and hard, and each stroke was like her trying to rip my dick off that I somehow found extremely hot. “I-I never understood you, T-Trevvy,” she continued in that sexy, breathless way from before, “You was always lookin’ at me like you wanted a piece, but you never said nothin’.” I sucked harder and took the nub in between my teeth and tugged a little, another cry of pleasure as she arched her back, snapping her nipple right out of my mouth. “A-all you had to do, Trev, was ask.” “A-ask?” I gasped, throbbing harder in her hand as precum oozed out of the head. “Mmhm...” She pulled her hands away from me and shrugged off the jacket while sliding the shorts passed her hips. Her lips were red and puffy, and dripping with her juices as she forced me down to my bed and climbed on top of me. “I’d have fucked you, Trevvy...” My attention was on the dripping pussy just stooped over my hard cock, the hot feel of her cum rolling down the shaft felt so amazing, like I was about to blow right then and there. She slowly lowered herself down, taking the head into her lips with a wet slurp. I could feel every fold of her insides, wrapping tightly around me and almost sucking me in like a vacuum. We both moaned as she began to move her hips, riding up and down my rod slowly. She screwing her hips left, and then right, wedging me deeper and more firmly into her cunt. The grip she had on me was incredible, every little motion, bump and grind felt like a strong tugging stroke. Juices gushed out of her and onto my lap, drenching me and the sheet below us as she more frantically drove her hips more against me. I took her hips in my hands and returned the favor to her by thrusting up into her roughly. She cried out and arched her back, her tits bouncing in time with the pounding and mesmerizing me with the sight. I dug my fingers more into her and pulled her down against my hips driving in, picking up the pace just so I could see them bounce and jiggle that much harder. Her breathing turned into a burst of whimpers and moans, coming more closely together, and growing louder and higher in pitch as I gave it to her good. She tightened around me as I forced my cock in deeper and harder, grinding my hips about and drilling into her more roughly. “O-oh, Trevvy! Trevvy, yes!” she cried out, digging her fingers into the sheets, “H-here I come, T-Trevvy!” Our bodies reached a feverish pace, beads of hot sweat rolling down our skin and leaving a glistening trail. My hips and hers were a blur in motion, juices were being spattered out between our thighs as we continued in an animalistic heat as we reached the edge together. She mewled in pleasure and loud out a cry as her nethers quaked in a great orgasm, just in time with mine. My shaft throbbed as I felt my hot seed burst from the head and rushed into her body. As we caught our breath, she jut her chest out and giggled, biting her lip in anticipation. “T-Trevvy, that tingle’s back,” she said, bouncing softly in my lap. I looked up with a heavy breath and focused on her tits. They settled down on her chest from her bouncing, and looked like they had begun to quiver. Her nipples grew harder, sweat forming on the mounds as they turned slightly red. Misty moaned in ecstacy as some unseen force was evidently caressing her tits. And then it started to happen. My eyes grew as I watched her breasts slowly surging forward. They crept outwards subtly, her nipples and areola growing slightly more puffy and erect along with the rest of her flesh. But as quickly as it happened, it ended. It was a small change, maybe a few inches at best, but it was noticeable. “I-is it every time you have sex or something?” I asked, reaching my hands up to grab her slightly enlarged breasts, experimentally rubbing and caressing them more. Misty shivered at my touch and shrugged her shoulders as she pressed her tits more against my hands. “I think so.” Almost instantly, though, that look returned to her face. “Trevvy, I have an idea,” she whispered huskily to me and pulled away from my cock with a slick pop. To her delight, I was covered with a mixture of our cum, and still raging hard, getting harder as I watched her slink down to the floor onto her knees between my legs. “What idea,” I asked, sitting up and watching her lick her lips as she stared at my throbbing member. Leaning in, she kissed the base of the shaft, making me shiver, and sucked and licked away the cum slathered over it. She hummed happily and proceeded to make like my cock was a popsicle. Her tongue took long, rough licks up to the very tip of my head and down straight to my balls where some cum had escaped to. I groaned and took a bit of her hair into my hands, tugging at it like they were reins as she continued to assault my cock with that amazingly dextrous tongue of hers. Finished cleaning me off, she finally took the head in between her lips and sucked hungrily, eagerly bobbing her head up and down the length. She sucked hard and roughly, wrapping her tongue around the shaft as she shook her head back and forth, drawing the tip into her throat and expertly clenching her muscles around it. I grunted loudly and forced her back down my length and thrust in myself. She moaned and cried as I continued to fuck her face with abandon. I was out of control, lost in these alien sensations. Her sucking grew more intense as my pounding into her mouth did, and in no time at all, my dick pulsated and delivered another load of my cum to her, filling her mouth faster than she could swallow. She pulled away with a heavy gasp, catching her breath and wiping her chin of the cum that escaped and quickly licked it off her hands. She didn’t want to waste a single drop. “That was a lot of cum, Trevvy,” she giggled, grabbing her tits again and rubbing them together. “They’re tingling again! A lot this time!” she announced, cradling them more closely. I watched them once again, and again the same thing happened. They turned a shade of red and her nipples grew harder and began to quiver. Like before, they surged outward, more quickly this time. I watched as their flesh expanded, growing larger and more round, and still retaining their perfect shape. They were quickly outgrowing her hands, flesh flowing out between her fingers, looking about the size of large footballs. She smiled cutely as she juggled her tits about, turning them inward and rubbing her eraser sized nipples together. “Oooh, they’re so big now, Trevvy...” Despite my better judgment, I stood up in front of her and took a firm hold of my dick and quickly tried to rub one off, aimed at her tits. Misty smirked and moved in closer, sandwiching me in between her swollen jugs and rubbing them together. With a grunt, I graciously accepting the tit-fuck and proceeded to pound my hips against the tight hole she had formed with her breasts and very quickly blew another load, right in between them. She moaned as she informed me the tingles had returned, greater than the last time. They began to warm up, trapping my cock in an oven of breast flesh as she moaned. They spread outwards, undulating in my very hands and growing passed their football size. With each fleshy throb, they grew steadily larger, literally out of my hands, and closed in on the size of small melons, still perfect and shapely despite the much bigger size. We pulled away and watched as her tits bounced heavily. It was incredible. This morning in class, they were a nice pair of low C-cups, and over the evening quickly reached just over a double D, and topped with red, puffy nipples. I was awestruck, and so was she, judging by how much she insisted on playing with them. “It’s the cum,” I guessed. That seemed to be the only logical conclusion. “Your tits get bigger with cum!” “Oooh, goodie,” she said with a slur and pulled herself up on the bed and pounced on top of me with her hand firmly around my cock, “I think I love cum.” Her stroking slowed to a stop as her eyelids seemed to droop closed. “W-wait, Misty,” I protested, but was interrupted by the soft sounds of her snoring. She was out like a light; dead to the world. And she was a dead weight laying right on top of me. Nothing else to do, I reached over for my comforter and carefully pulled it up over us both, and made the most of this position. I pulled my arms around her tightly, shifting a bit to feel her breasts mashed up against my chest and relishing in their warmth. As much as I loved this now, how was I going to explain this all to her after she wakes up, nude, with me, in my bed and her hand fondling my dick? Never mind that; how was I going to explain her massive tits? Or that she pretty much cheated on Gary? I yawned tiredly and rubbed my eyes. There was nothing I could do now. I figured it was best I got some sleep... The End?