Another great memory from my college days. I had forgotten about Wendy until recently. I hope you enjoy this sample of how our paths crossed
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I met Wendy in college. I was 21 and she was 19. She was dating one of my fraternity brothers for a short time. One evening, I was studying in the lounge at the fraternity house where I lived, and she passed by and we chatted for a bit. There was one thing that stood out about Wendy and that was her enormous tits. She was slender, attractive but not hot, smart, and very self-conscious about her huge chest. She made it a point not to show them off and to do as much as possible to conceal them with big sweaters and sweatshirts. So, I never got a real sense of how big they were, just that they were huge. She didn't do anything with her hair or put on any make-up. She was average in all sense of the word with the exception of those tits.
Anyhow, it didn't really matter to me at the time as she was dating someone and so was I. It was just a conversation in passing and I didn't give it any more consideration that evening.
A few days later I was in the lounge studying again and Wendy came by with her bookbag and asked to join me. We sat and studied together for a few hours. She sat across from me. A little innocent conversation throughout the evening. We got to know each other, and I sensed a bit of a friendship blooming. As we wrapped up our studies, she asked me to walk her home as her boyfriend was out with the guys. And of course, I did. I would want someone to do the same for my girlfriend if I wasn't around. We got to her place, she gave me a hug and so the night ended.
And on my walk back to the fraternity house, I felt myself thinking about those huge tits pressed against my chest. And I wondered what they looked like, what they felt like and what kind of fun her boyfriend (Mike) was having with them. Holding them. Sucking on them. Squeezing them. Fucking them. Cuming all over them. My mind wandered as I made my way home.
I jerked off that night thinking about what I would do if I ever had my way with them. Stroking my cock in one hand and massaging my balls with my other hand. And blowing a huge load all over my stomach before drifting off to sleep.
Weeks went by and I didn't see Wendy. I remember having sex with my girlfriend and thinking of Wendy's knockers. My girlfriend had nice firm tits, but they weren't even close to the size of Wendy's.
One day a few months later we crossed paths on campus. She told me that she had broken up with Mike, which was why she hadn't been around the fraternity house. She asked if I wanted to get together with her and study and chat like we had before. I agreed and we decided to meet up later that evening at one of the libraries on campus.
We connected a few hours later at the library and as expected, she had on a big sweater and I couldn't really tell what was under there. I was hoping to get a better look, but that wasn't the case. We studied and talked and got to know each other a bit more. She was a very shy conservative girl from a small town in the Midwest. She didn't date much. She was focused on going to college and doing something with her life. She was the first in her family to get away and go to school and she was determined to make something of her life. I really admired her determination and drive, yet there was still something innocent and naïve about her. It didn't seem at all like she was a girl who would use her "assets" to get what she wanted from guys. I found that kind of cool. Just a normal average girl doing her own thing.
We finished studying and I walked her back to her place. Instead of another goodnight hug, she invited me in and asked if I wanted to order a pizza and hang out for a bit. I agreed. Things weren't going so well with my girlfriend and I was in no hurry to get back to her.
I took off my coat and sat down. She offered me a beer and I accepted. She did a few things around her apartment, ordered a pizza, and sat next to me on the couch. We talked about life, politics, school, other random thoughts, and anything else that friends talk about. And soon the pizza arrived, and she placed it on the table where we were sitting.
Prior to eating, she asked if it would make me uncomfortable if she removed her sweater. We hadn't talked at all about sex or her tits. I simply said that it was her place and she could do what she wanted.
And so, she did. She stood up and removed her sweater revealing her enormous tits in only a thin white tank top with no bra. I couldn't take my eyes away and she noticed me staring. I couldn't even begin to guess what size they were. They were big, firm and her nipples were poking through the fabric and she had no need for a bra. I didn't say a word. We ate, talked and I was constantly shifting my eyes to those globes. If it bothered her at all, she didn't say a word. It was safe to say that I stared more at her chest than look into her eyes while we had our pizza and continued our friendly conversation. Maybe she was used to it, yet she never said a thing about it.
We finished the pizza. We had a few beers. And then it was time for me to head home. Another hug was given, and my eyes glanced down between those jugs. Home I went for another jerk off session wondering if perhaps next time I could add the topic of sex to our conversations.
As I walked home, I wondered if Wendy was playing games or if she was just that naïve about what her tits did to me and perhaps many other guys out there. And why did she feel so comfortable taking off her sweater? Was she leading me on or just feeling comfortable with me in her own home to do that?
I jerked off again that night, thinking about what it would be like to slide my cock between those jugs and cum all over them.
A few weeks later I got a call from Wendy. It sounded like she had been crying. She asked if I could come over and talk. I agreed and told her I'd be over in a few hours as I had to finish some homework.
I got there, pressed the buttons on the intercom system and she buzzed me in. She answered the door wearing a sports bra and sweatpants. By far the best glimpse I had of the sheer size of those melons. What I didn't notice right away was the redness of her eyes. Indeed, she had been crying. She invited me in, and we sat on the couch.
She told me that she was having some back issues and was going to have surgery in the coming weeks and would I be able to take her to the hospital, be with her and then take her home. The more and more she talked, the more I understood that her family was just too far away and there weren't many people she trusted. I agreed. That's what friends do. She was upset and just needed to have someone to make sure she would be safe.
