"Oh my God, you've got the cutest titties!"
I am not lying, they are titties and they are the cutest.
I have boobs. Nice firm handfuls even for the largest hands. The kind that makes sundresses pop: old men stare and young ones cum in their shorts.
Just this afternoon, on the boardwalk, a poor highschooler had his five minutes of questionable glory. All I had to do was shift them innocently to catch his attention, smile intently at him as I kept up conversation with my friends, give him some side boob as I picked up a club flyer off the pavement, and a sultry stare in the general direction of his crotch. Absentmindedly at first, the poor guy was rubbing himself on his forearms in front of a crowd eating soft serve ice cream and saltwater taffy. Frozen to the bench he sat on, a face filled with absolute misery as he came, right there, I walked away, sticking my tongue out at him over my shoulder.
Highschoolers are basic, I need more. As fortune has, it I am heading to college in the fall, college guys aren't all that much better, but they are better.
Megan is better still. She is the sweetest, she has smarts, and she is sexy as hell. Everybody loves Megan: big eyes framed by a blond curly bob, a wide smile that makes it impossible to hide her bubbly personality. She's tall, beautifully tanned, with toned muscles, a pert butt and the cutest titties.
She lets out an easy giggle as she brings her hands behind her back to untie her bikini top before she turns on the water. The house conveniently has a double outside shower. It's like Mr Mark and Miss Amy thought of everything, including horny house guests, when they built the place.
Reaching up to adjust the shower head, the top swings from her neck revealing the glory of her one-of-a-kind titties. She's lean, some might call her flat chested, but my God what she has is extraordinary: over sized areolas sit on top of the saucer sized breast like peanut butter cookies, with Hershey Kisses size nipples to top them off.
The attention, and a light breeze, makes the light red areolas puff up in front of me and turn darker. Transforming into strawberry shaped delights: plump fruit, sitting on a firm, but lean foundation. The tan line contrasting her milky white breasts from the rest of her nut-brown skin. Uncommonly long nipples, deeper still in color from the areolas playfully inviting attention.
"Can I kiss them?"
Megan gives me a deliberate nod and runs her hand down the side of my face as I lean in: gathering my hair in her fist, wringing it out: salt water dripping on to her puffy breasts.
Lowering my head, I take her nipple in my mouth, suckling on the delightful fruit, playfully running my tongue around the nipple and sucking the strawberry shaped wonder into my mouth. Her shivering response is immediate, and strong.
Fully aware they are "erogenous zones", I didn't know breasts could be THAT sensitive, until Megan. I like having mine fondled and sucked as much as the next girl, and my boobs certainly do the trick getting a boy hot and bothered. Digging her her nails into my back, her reaction surprises me as she is is almost bucking in pre-orgasmic spasms and lets out high pitched "easy!".
I have been known to go fast. 'Horny as hell', some say. I know what I like, and how to get there. The problem with boys is that once he gets there it's over, and all we have is a mess to clean up; sometimes even before cocks are out, and I am not even halfway there.
I let go of the breast with a pop. Still leaning over, lightly kissing the beautifully protruding titty, Megan unclasps my polka-dot tube top, and my boobs bounce as the top drops to the ground. You always want what you don't have: from above she grabs and cradles my breasts, my skittles-sized nipples immediately turn hard from her touch, as I continue nibbling on hers: licking the delightful shape tasting of salt water and summer. I suck her nipple one final time, before I reach my neck up to kiss her, and she giggles playfully as we embrace.
The door to the shower stall rattles. "Let me in you guys," it's Emily: "sounds like you have entirely too much fun!" We laugh and unlatch the door to let her in. Em is the reason we're at the beach this week, it's her - well, her parent's - house. I have known Emily since forever: our moms met in toddler group at the library. Our dads plays soccer together in the old-guys league.
Em is literally the queen of everything. Somehow she pulls off a best friend rapport with just about everyone. Not just homecoming queen: she was class president, volleyball, swim team and tennis captain, voted "most popular" in the yearbook. She's heading to an Ivy League college and greatness, whatever she ends up doing. It's super easy to be jealous of her, particularly as it seems like having all this handed to her hasn't gone to her head: such an easy personality, maybe a little needy, if you know what I mean.
Oh, she's pretty too, possibly in a more conventional way than Megan. As she closes the door behind her, she looks at our state of undress, smiles and and decides to join in. Pulling her bottoms down confirms she is not a natural blonde. Shooting her chest forward to untie the top reveals what some may call a sloppy set of boobs, they swing heavily as she pulls the top off and she approaches us pulling us all together in a girly embrace.