AWAKENINGS CH 2 - Fun with (Orv's) Dick and Jane('s Nipples)
All characters in this work of fiction, at least when interacting with another character in any sexual way, are over 18
[Author's Note: I do plan to continue the titillating (don't you love the word?) story begun in chapter 1, but it will be months in cumming [sic] to fruition - I do have a day job, and the love of my life, my 38C, is around more now, keeping me "busy!"
In the meantime, please enjoy the following chapter, which introduces a new character but is set only a few days after Chapter 1 (neglecting multiple flashbacks). While reading Chapter 1 will give you some background on why Orv is the way he is, this chapter can really stand on its own. Enjoy!]
Breasts, nipples, boobs, nips, tits, buds, jugs, areolas, mammaries, cleavage, nipples... Yes, he was repeating on nipples, but he just loved the word and the varied images it brought to mind!
In the last few days, Orville's knowledge of, and obsession with, these most fascinating of female appendages had grown a million fold. Yes, he previously knew the words breast and nipple, and you could not escape pictures of women with great cleavage if you went into any drug store (Orv, as everyone called him, had often lingered in the magazine section just to take them in), but until just recently, breasts were no more than tantalizingly round forms perpetually hidden behind blouses, sweaters, and swim suits, and the slang terms used in reference thereto had never crossed his retina.
That had all changed on move-in day, when he'd begun bringing their belongings into the house left to them by their Uncle Milt, who had died instantly in a car crash, along with his college age daughter. While his Mom, Kath, had been working at her job at the Senior Center, Orv had stumbled onto a stash of magazine photos and erotic stories that had been covered up on Milt's desk. And that is when the Great Mystery of what the rest of a breast looked like once you got past the central cleavage area had become clear.
Nipples - these held the greatest fascination! And the variety! Some were just bumps, surrounded by a ring of similar colored flesh called the areola, as Orv had learned from the stories. Other nipples rose sharply and seemed almost the size of the end of his little finger. Some nips, and even areolas, were contorted by crinkles, almost like they were covered by goose bumps. Some nipples were chocolate brown, others were such a light shade of strawberry that they almost faded into the flesh color of the surrounding boob.
And then, there was the bigger picture - for Orv had gotten his first views of the forbidden underside of breasts - the area never shown on the drugstore magazine covers and never exposed by girls in bathing suits. Oh, and the variety there was amazing as well! The larger tits nearly always had some sag, while others might protrude straight out from the girl's rib cage or, for those with smaller tits, the slope might even be upward. But no matter - Orv loved them all.
And then, there was the encounter with his Mom that night. Orv, consumed by looking at the photos of naked tits and reading the erotic stories, had failed to move over his Mom's clothes, so she'd had no choice but to wear one of his cousin's sheer nightgowns - and without the usual protection of her sleep bra. But enough musing on the background story.
On Monday morning, as the warm shower beat on his shoulders, Orv closed his eyes and recalled the way his mother Kath's breasts had swayed under the flimsy nightgown, the darkness of her nipples revealed as she entered the cone of light from the desk lamp. His dick longed to be stroked, and he was soon massaging his swollen tool with long, firm stokes. Oh, her tits were SO magnificent! A lot like Amber's from the collection of photos he's found - large, round, and soft, but still jutting out nearly horizontally from her rib cage.
And then there was the FEEL of her right boob, virtually thrust into his hand as they had both turned, startled by the door slamming across the hall, closed by a gust of wind coursing through their new house. Her nipple had been stiff even before the breeze, since he had felt it digging into his bare chest as they had hugged. Orv stroked his dick with greater intensity as he thought about the heft of her boob, which more than filled his large hand, and he recalled the nipple pulsing against his palm. With another couple of strokes, he felt a tingling in his balls, and the urge to climax was intense - but he wanted to wait, to savor the naughtiness of his plans.
With his dick still semi-hard, Orv came back to his room, moving to his Uncle Milt's dresser. He found a pair of shorts and tried them on without putting on his underwear first. He'd read some stories in Uncle Milt's collection of Pentup letters and felt that going "commando" might really give him a charge.
Given the erotic state of his mind, Orv's dick was moving past semi hard even before he pulled on the shorts, so it was not a fair test of whether he could pull this off; indeed, when he looked in the mirror, the tenting of his shorts was beyond noticeable. He walked around in front of the mirror, and, while he loved the way his unencumbered dick felt, it REALLY wobbled around - much, much too noticeable.
Could he really make this work? Could he get past Kath's observant eyes? Well, it might be hard - correct that, "difficult" - but his hormones wouldn't let him back out.
Get with the plan, he told himself, and maybe he could pull it off. Sliding the shorts off, he couldn't resist giving his prick a few quick tugs, but then he really needed to stop and get back in control. He found a pair of Milt's boxers and pulled them on, then finished dressing with the shorts, T shirt, etc., all the while trying to think of calculus so as to let his prick relax. It only partially worked.
Holding his breath and willing his dick to stay down (with only modest success), he walked into the kitchen and put his back pack down. While he did his best to not give his Mom, Kath, a frontal view, he was trapped into walking toward the fridge in full view of Kath with his dick, which, while not truly hard, still swaying noticeably.
Kath turned to say good morning, but the movement of his shorts caught her eye.
"Good morning, sweet ... Orv, are you wearing underwear?"
"Of course, Mom! But I decided I'd try some of Uncle Milt's boxers. Nearly all the guys at school wear them." Orv rolled down the top of the shorts to show the boxers, which were covered with little smiley faces.
"Oh, Orv, I'm sorry! I'm still getting used to thinking of you as a grown man. I promise I won't ask you questions about how you're dressed anymore. Just promise me, if you will, not to pull those shorts down so everyone can see the top half of those boxers, will you?"
"No problem, Kath, I really don't like the way that looks either."
Phase 1 complete, thought Orv. As he sat down with his bowl of cereal, he watched Kath move around the kitchen, making her lunch and preparing to get off to her job at the Senior Center. It was a shame that she had to wear that uniform, since it really hid what a great body she had. But her gorgeous hair was down, and Orv had to smile at that, at least.
"I do like the way you're wearing your hair now, Kath, it's really pretty."
"Why, thank you, Orv!" Kath said, with a slight blush coloring her cheeks, and a minor thrill contracting her nipples. "A girl always likes to hear compliments. Even an old girl like me."
"Oh, Mom, you still look young to me," Orv replied, remembering once again how he'd marveled at the sight of her softly swaying breasts with their stiff nipples the other evening.
