"They're fake," I said.
Deirdre smiled at me and I immediately wondered why I'd said it. Would I say that about any woman had boobs like this "Cheryl" woman? "I'm pretty sure they aren't," she said. It occurred to me that we were discussing our new neighbor's breasts. "They sag just a tiny bit more than designer breasts."
I realized we were being sucked into this conversation again. If you wanted them to look natural, wouldn't you make them sag a tiny bit more than the obvious fake ones? "Here we are, talking about them again," I said, sheepishly, figuring it was better not to continue voicing my thoughts.
"I'm sorry," said Deirdre, obviously taking credit for the topic. "It's just that when you're flat as I am, you can't help but take notice..."
Now that was crazy, but I know very well a woman isn't going to be rational about these things. Deirdre is certainly not flat. True, her breasts are small, but she makes dresses look great that I could never wear. And if she considered herself flat, what did that say about me? Maybe I smiled, but I went ahead and changed the subject.
And cursed myself later for not being able to get it off my mind. Deirdre considering herself flat, which I suppose she was next to this Cheryl. I wondered if she reacted like I did, wondering each time she unbuttoned her blouse the first time for a guy what he would think. Between the two of them, I knew which chest I'd prefer to have. I tried to curse every female ancestor who'd somehow left me as I am, and mused again about enhancement, something I knew very well I'd never actually go for.
But it was certainly true that Cheryl was impressive. And the next time I was over to see her I began to get a feeling that she deliberately called attention to them. It was nothing overt, but the way she held herself and the way she stood and moved around while we talked. I could almost understand why Deirdre seemed to start obsessing over her build.
"That's OK, you can look at them," she said, and I found her grinning at me. And I realized she must have noticed a glance of mine. "I really don't mind, I've grown rather used to it. At least you aren't stealing glances every second the way Deirdre does."
With that she moved closer, obviously holding her breasts in front of me! "Cheryl..." I began, but had no idea how to proceed. The conversation had apparently turned in directions I'd never had to deal with. She sat next to me on the couch, the two of us angled so we almost faced each other.
"Really, I don't mind," she said. "People can go on and on as if there's nothing unusual about them or they can be honest. I know very well you're curious about breasts like mine. Why don't we just get it all over with?"
She started unbuttoning her blouse!
"Cheryl, you don't have to do this," I said, finally finding words.
"Relax, you're way too uptight," she said making me feel she'd seen the truth about me. I've always known I'm too uptight, it's almost like a role you can't escape in life. But even if I lived the life of a prude, I certainly knew that Cheryl was acting a bit out of the ordinary. "I know this isn't conventional," she said, making me feel she was reading my thoughts. "Just go with it." She had her blouse off and had undone her bra.
They did indeed sag, just a tiny bit. "Don't be shy," she said, "touch them." And she took my hand and pressed it against her right breast.
It was so soft. Realizing what I was doing, I pulled my hand away. She laughed as I did so. "I'm not poison," she said, took my hand again, and with both her own, held it between her breasts. "I'll bet you've never had occasion to feel a woman's breasts," she said. "Life robs us straight girls of the opportunity to know each other."
She could put it like that, but I was certainly wondering whether she really was straight. I felt myself smile nervously and wanted to pull my hand away. As amazing as she was, I knew I needed to end this. And I had to admit it certainly was a new experience for me, feeling the softness of breasts like hers. I briefly thought of Deirdre, of the idea that she might see I wasn't such a prude after all, but reality set in quickly: she'd interpret this a whole lot differently.
I came to realize Cheryl was no longer holding my hand against her chest. It was obviously time to withdraw.
But I didn't.
"Do you like the feel of them?" she asked.
I mumbled something. Alarm bells went off in my head, all this was not right. "Good," she said. "Now it's my turn to see." And she began to unbutton my blouse! I felt my hands withdraw quickly and capture hers. "Only fair," she said quietly, managing to resume the unbuttoning despite my effort. She wore a slight smile.
Soon she was pushing it down over my shoulders. "OK, let's see," she said, her arms around me, unhooking.
And then I was there for her to see, so flat. Such a contrast. "They're nice," she said. And I realized she was about to touch them.
I found myself clutching myself in defense. We'd somehow started doing this shocking stuff but there was more. The thing was, I might be flat, but I'm far too sensitive and our little innocent exploration could end up in total embarrassment on my part. "Now none of that," she said, prying my arms away. Her hands went to my sides, sliding down to my jeans. "You have a cute little figure," she said. "Let's see the rest of it."
She began to undo my jeans.
I knew I smiled nervously. "Cheryl..."
"Oh stop being a Nervous Nelly," she said. "Stand up." To make sure I complied, she took my hands and pulled, and in seconds I stood while she got my jeans undone and down. And my underpants. I watched her look up my body, then she stood and faced me. "It's no big deal," she said, and once again held my hands to her chest. Then she slipped her hands under my arms and touched my nipples.
It was everything I'd been afraid of. She ran a finger across my nipple and back, repeatedly. I held, feeling the softness of her chest. And I knew I was totally out of control. And I felt she could sense it with no trouble at all. "See?" she said, smiling brightly as if to reassure me. I said nothing, afraid to talk, knowing my breathing was about to give me away. A hand roamed down from one of my nipples down my stomach, near my sex. My breath caught.
It was so clear, to both of us. I was hers. The roaming hand caressed up and down my body, toward my nipple, then back toward my sex. Each time I wanted, I mentally pleaded that she not simply tease. "Kick off your jeans," she said. Even while she held me, I managed to get them off. My breathing was so obvious now that there was no possible pretense that I didn't want her badly. I wanted to hold her soft breasts forever. "In the bedroom," she said, and her hands turned me around, then she led me.
Her room was cute, almost like a little girl's. Her hand slid down my back and squeezed my rear. Then she put it under my chin, lifting it almost as if I were a child. "Now, my dear," she said. "You're going to do what I tell you." I said nothing. Nothing needed to be said. "Get on the bed, on your hands and knees." I obeyed, turning toward her, and she put one hand under my chin again, caressing. Then as I knelt there on all fours, she pulled off her own jeans, now nude in front of me. Then she turned and opened a drawer in her dresser.
When she turned around, she had a thing, a dildo. With a strap on it. Right in front of me, she proceeded to put it on. I stared.
Once she had it on, she did a little smiling pose as if the site of her body with that thing on her was something to look at. It certainly was something I'd never seen before or even imagined I'd ever see. Then she picked up a small jar from her dresser. Then she came around behind me.
"Now my little sweetie, we're going to have some fun," she said. The bed shifted as she got on it, approaching me from behind. Almost immediately I felt a finger on my anus, wet with lubricant. And I realized what she intended.
"Do this with your boyfriends?" she asked. The idea of answering questions like that was too much for me. Her hand wandered just a bit, feeling my rear, then returned to its work. "A girl like you has got to go with what she's got," she said, "and you look plenty cute just the way you are."
The truth is, no, I did not do that with guys. Some of them touched me there and one started preparing me for such things but I'd certainly never come close to doing the deed. Cheryl pushed a finger in. "Got to relax it," she said. "I'm thinking you're a virgin, but you're going to like this." And with that, she slapped my rear.
I jerked though it hardly hurt. "Cheryl!" I said.
"Shh," she quickly responded. "I'm finding I like your mute cooperation." She slipped another finger in. "Now we need to make sure you're enjoying this," she said while leaning forward and reaching with her other hand for my chest. When she touched my nipple, I knew I was about to do absolutely anything she made me. I felt her slip another finger in. "Very good," she said. "Perhaps you have a talent." She showed no mercy, fingering my nipple, flicking it with my finger. I was writhing, probably moaning, and needing my clitoris touched immediately.
She withdrew her hands.
Then I felt her place the tip of the thing right on my anus. "OK, my girl," she said, "time for the real thing. Relax just like you were."
Slight pressure. Her hands on my hips, pulling. "Come on, my girl, you owe me for letting you fondle my breasts. You want this, don't you?"
"Yes!" I heard myself say, my teeth clenched.
She slapped the side of my hip. "Keep your focus," she said. I felt the pressure rise, gradually. "Come on, just a little bit more..."
Suddenly it slid in, her crotch bumping against my rear. "Oh yes," she said, and started pumping slowly. My first anal experience and it was with a woman! She held my hips firmly to control the pumping. I merely held my position, breathing heavily, looking at the wall. "You were made for this," she said.
What an idea! I suppose I had thought about it, at least with a guy. She'd seemed to say since I had no breasts, that my rear was my attraction. She kept up the motion as if it were stimulating us both. And even though it wasn't stimulating me in the normal way, there was something about it that was getting to me. "OK, girlfriend," she said, sounding as if it were time for something.
She reached under me again, brushing my nipples. But she ran her fingers down my body to my clitoris.
I started coming in three seconds. I couldn't help myself; shudders wracked through me, I lost all focus, I found my arms had given away and my shoulders were on the bed. She was pumping fast while it was happening, then she held herself against me, against my rear.
Finally I sort of sank, sideways and she slipped out of me. It was some minutes before I'd recovered and I discovered her gone. She walked into the room, wearing a robe as I managed to pull myself up to sitting on the bed. "OK, time to go," she said, handing me my clothes. "You'll have to owe me."
And in two minutes I was out of there. And wondering what had just happened. The very idea that I might end up in bed with Cheryl was so unlikely.
Maybe I was avoiding her. Maybe I was avoiding Deirdre too but as usual, we wouldn't be apart too long. I found myself thinking about our conversations about Cheryl and my encounter. If she got on that subject, I wasn't sure I would be able to hide my embarrassment. "So you had a little fun with Cheryl," she said.
I stared at her, trying to figure out what she knew. She grinned. Cheryl must have told her, I realized. I couldn't understand it. "She's nice, isn't she?" she said, her voice lowered as if talking intimately. I found myself mulling over what she might be revealing. The way she grinned at me, it seemed to confirm my suspicions. "The way she kisses," she said. "So sweet, so relaxed. I just love cuddling with her. Sometimes I wish a guy was like that, simply cuddle and kiss for a couple of hours, naked, in bed..."
She broke off and looked at me quizzically. What's wrong?" she said.
"Nothing," I said. I felt myself blushing. It was certainly in the open that we'd both been with Cheryl, but listening to what Deirdre described and remembering my own encounter, somehow it got to me. I thought of it: Cheryl had kissed her and cuddled with her in bed?
"It's OK," she said. "We both know. I love my breasts pressed against hers, and kissing them. Say, why don't we visit her together?"
"What?" I didn't know what had come over Deirdre. Minutes before I hadn't even known she'd had any such encounters. She grinned at me and somehow I could see she assumed we'd do it.
I felt I was being dragged as she knocked on Cheryl's door. She held my hand as if I were a child about to escape. Cheryl looked out at us, looking amused. "Come in," she said finally. "So you both need it," she said as we entered, Deirdre still drawing me. And with no ado, Cheryl started undoing her blouse.
Soon her breasts were exposed. The site of them, even though I'd seen them, it was a little bit of a shock, how big, how soft they were. Cheryl took a hand from each of us and held them to her breasts, for seconds, a whole minute, probably. It was so weird, we both simply did as she guided. Then she finally released us. "Get undressed," she said.
She'd said it to me. I looked at Deirdre nervously. It was so outrageous the way she simply came out and made the demand. "Now," she added in a deceptively mild voice. Nervously I looked at each of them, then the next thing I remember I was taking it all off.
When I was naked they were kissing. Cheryl held Deirdre tenderly, kissing her. Deirdre was still fully dressed. Cheryl disengaged. "Get on the floor, on your hands and knees," she said to me.
"But..."
She suddenly reached forward, her fingers on my left nipple. Her hand then slowly caressed downward toward my sex. "Hands and knees," she said, withdrawing it. I quickly obeyed. "Wait like that," she said.
They walked out. I waited on my hands and knees, in her living room, my knees on that carpet. I heard noises. Occasional noises, giggling. Time passed. I felt stupid, just kneeling there like that, not moving. More time passed.
Finally I heard her return. Or them. She made a noise that sounded to me almost like a laugh. I could picture her smiling even though she was out of view. She approached me from behind and I looked back. Her lubricated finger touched my anus. She wore the dildo again. Deirdre stood behind her, watching. Totally naked. Her lubricated finger slipped in me briefly. Then she withdrew it and slapped my rear once. It stung a little. "Sure you don't want to?"
It was Cheryl, turned saying it to Deirdre. Deirdre shook her head no, quickly. Cheryl turned back to me. "Turn away," she said. I looked away. I felt her place the tip of the dildo. "See, she lives for this," she added, apparently for Deirdre.
She started applying pressure. "Go lie down in front of her," she said suddenly. Deirdre quickly appeared in my line of vision. Cheryl instructed her and soon she lay on her back, her legs spread on each side of my hands. Her crotch was in front of my face. Cheryl suddenly pushed my head down. "OK," she said, "show your friend what you can do for her." My lips were on Deirdre's sex. Cheryl's fingers slipped to my nipple again and caressed. Then she gave my rear another little slap and I started licking earnestly. She slipped the dildo into me, starting to pump. "You can warm up on your little friend," she said, "then you can give me what you owe me."
