One Friday night, about 11 o'clock Troy received a phone call from his friend Tammy asking him to come get her. She sounded upset so he went to get her right away. Troy and Tammy had known each other since the third grade and were always there for each other throughout the years. Even now, in the middle of the night, Tammy knew she could depend on Troy to take care of her if she needed help. So she waited for him to show up and then he took her back home.
In the car Tammy was to the point of crying. Troy "Are you hurt? What happened at Michelle's?" Tammy had went to Michelle's party with her new boyfriend Sam and had only been there about an two hours when she called Troy. He knew this because he had been invited to the party also but didn't care for Michelle too much- she was a slut, she was a very hot slut, but still bad news for him to get involved with her.
Tammy was more mad and embarrassed than hurt, she replied "That bastard, Sam, was feeling all over Michelle. The whore practically mounted him right there on the couch!" Tammy rolled down the window and threw two packs of cigarettes, a lighter, and a small sandwich bag with suspicious chopped up green leaves in it out the window as Troy drove. She then continued, "That was Sam's shit. When I confronted him about feeling her up, the bastard had the nerve to raise Michelle's shirt- 'how can I say no to these titties? If you had big ones like these I'd grab yours more.' He said that in front of the whole room! I just stormed out. I was so embarrassed."
The rest of the drive went along rather quietly, except for the sound of the Pink Floyd tape Troy always had in the car. By the time the two of them pulled up at Tammy's duplex apartment she seemed considerably more calm. The two of them went inside and into Tammy's room where Troy sat on the bed as Tammy unloaded her purse in the top dresser drawer and then proceeded to get comfortable. She was irritated again as she undressed, "I can't believe him. What a sorry sonofabitch!" She paused in her search for a loose T-shirt, turning towards Troy, "What the hell did I see in him? I can't believe him!"
Troy said nothing, but couldn't help but notice the way that Tammy's b-cups were threatening to overpower her bra as she stood there with her arms thrown out to her sides. But then again, Troy knew that Tammy had a nice body, she often changed in front of him or walked around his or her house in next to nothing without thinking anything of it. He kind of liked it.
Tammy returned to her search, finding the shirt she was looking for walked over and dropped it on the bed and shrugged out of her bra. She cupped her breasts looking down at them as if inspecting them. The nipples stiffened at her touch as they always did, poking out into little hard pleasure buttons. Troy noticed to, though he tried not to be obvious about it. She turned towards him again, releasing her breasts to let them fall heavy against her, "I mean, look at these! Aren't they pretty? Aren't they big enough for most men? I mean, would you like to suck a pair of tits like these?" Tammy was upset and venting her frustrations, but was snapped out of her fuming momentarily by Troy's soft response, "If you wanted me to."
Tammy smiled, suddenly embarrassed at the putting poor Troy in that position, "You know what I mean." She went back to her dresser and began looking for a pair of shorts. When she found the pair that went with the shirt she selected she took it to the bed and then stripped down bare beside the bed. She took her dirty clothes and put them in the closet across the room. For the first time in her life, she noticed that Troy had noticed her body. He was trying not to notice but he had. Tammy laughed inwardly, she had never considered what being naked around him all of these years may have been doing to him. She slipped on the shirt and then began pulling the shorts up when she noticed that the seam was split on the side. Dropping them to the floor she went for another pair, that just happened to be in a lower drawer. Tammy flet herself begin to get wet between the legs at the thought that Troy might be admiring her body. It felt so good to know that a man found her body exciting, especially after what had happened at Michelle's.
When Tammy partially bent over to get into the lower dresser drawer, Troy had a few seconds of seeing not just the tan round butt he had lately come to admire more and more, but also a glimpse at her smooth shaven pussy lips also. He didn't know why he tortured himself so much, his dick had already hardened at the close-up sight of her also tanned firm titties. He forced himself to look away just before she turned back around with another pair of shorts.
Oh my... Tammy thought as she turned back around and looked to see if he had a bulge in his pants. Troy had a full erection there wasn't any doubt about that. This made her want to reconsider wearing her shorts without any panties for fear of a wet spot soon soaking through the crotch. But judging by the heat that was already building between her legs it wouldn't matter if she had on two pairs of panties. She slipped on the shorts near the dresser and went for a different shirt so she wouldn't have to be near him and the bed too. As she slipped a shirt down over her breasts, she shuddered as the fabric rubbed across her nipples. Oh, hell.. she thought.
Troy shifted uncomfortably on the bed, wanting to make some excuse to go to another room but not daring to get up for fear that his dick might be poking out of the top of his jeans. Troy was 'blessed' with dick that often did that when he was really aroused. He had never bothered to measure it, and actually hadn't gotten the chance to use it much in his 20 years, except to stroke it to porno movies and hot magazine stories. That was about the extent of his sex life. He was kind of embarrassed about it. The stupid thing would pop up at odd times and needed only the firm press of a woman's body to activate it. There were a number of times while riding the subway during especially busy times that women had noticed the erection pressed up against their belly or backside. Troy always tried to look at the ceiling, avoiding their gaze as they looked down and then up at his face. He would mumble an apology each time. This had happened over three dozen times since he began riding the subway the summer before. Some of the women acted appalled and moved away, but most of them actually seemed flattered and giggled at his embarrassment. One woman discretely reached into his pants from underneath his shirt to grab hold of it. Troy's head snapped down to look at the woman. She was probably in her early 40's, a little chunky, but was pretty in the face and stacked up top. She whispered to him 'would you like to get off with me at the next stop?' How could he refuse such an open invitation as that?
