==Part 2: Brian==
I only ran to the end of MacArthur road before slowing to a walk; my breasts were just bouncing way to much. Besides the fact that anyone on the street was gonna get a great show, it was also pretty uncomfortable to have my big boobs slamming up and down like that. I entered the trail into the park, and saw to my dismay that there were a lot of people out today. Pretty much every man of every age (and even a few women, I must say) were staring hard at my jiggling breasts, nearly-visible nipples, and exposed side-boob. Most of the women I passed gave me looks that said they thought I was a little slut, and part me agreed with them. I was feeling a little guilty and whorish about the way I had acted (I fucked myself with a shovel in front of those guys!), but my horniness still outweighed my guilt. "Whatever, I had a great time, and so did they. No one got hurt. As long as it's fun, who cares?" I thought to myself. When a group of guys whistled as I walked quickly by, I even considered flashing them, but I decided against it.
Unfortunately, there were too many people for me to make my detour into the trees today, so my hot pussy would just have to wait until I got home for relief. I continued on my route, jogging and holding my breasts when there wasn't anyone else around, walking slowly when there was. I neared my block, focused only on getting home to relieve my pussy, when I heard a yell, "Hey Amanda! What's up?" It was Brian calling to me from his yard. I stopped and turned to walk over to him, before remembering my exposure. It was too late though, he had already seen my outfit. "Fuck it," I thought, and strode confidently towards him.
"Hey Brian! How's it going?" I asked, and smiled as I saw his saw his expression falter at my appearance. He had been tanning on a towel in his yard, so he was only wearing his shorts. Brian wasn't exactly ripped, but he was still in pretty good shape, with a thin waist and fairly muscular arms. My pussy reacted to this new view.
"Wow, you sure do pick interesting running outfits," he said with a grin, staring openly at my chest.
I stuck my tongue out at him. "It's a long story that I'm not going to explain. Suffice it to say that yes, I lost my underwear, and I'd rather if you didn't tell anyone."
"Hey, secret's safe with me. Have a seat," he gestured to the towel. "Wait, all of your underwear? Not just your bra?"
I realized I had revealed too much, and sighed as I sat next to him. "Yep, all of it. So what are you up to today?" I glanced to my right, and saw that he was staring at the exposed side of my breast through the large armhole of my shirt. I smiled, and waited for him to answer.
"Just tanning and reading. Probably should mow the lawn before my parents get home from work, but meh." We chatted about about how our summers were going and what are plans were and how excited we were for college. As we talked, I leaned forward slightly. The tank top pulled forward away from my breasts, giving Brian a better view down the side. He could see most of my right breast, but probably couldn't quite see my nipple. He was barely concealing his staring; I guess after my wet top on Monday and my braless state today, he figured I didn't mind. Honestly, I didn't. The way he was checking my out was making my hot pussy even wetter, and I wanted very badly to start touching myself. I looked again at his bare chest, and imagined what it would feel like to have my naked breasts pressed up against him, and how his neck would feel against my lips. I wondered what his cock looked like; until today, I had only seen one (my ex-boyfriends, which had been less than spectacular).
Now that I had seen a total of seven, I wondered which his would be more like, and how long and thick it would be. I imagined sucking on it, and sliding it into my pussy. I'm pretty sure that he'd had a crush on me for awhile. I'd never felt the same about him, but he certainly was attractive...maybe it would be fun to have a little fling. Our friendship had held me back from flirting too much with him in high school, but next year we'd be away at different colleges, so maybe I could risk that friendship after all. I shook my head to scatter these thoughts; Brian was one of my close friends, and I couldn't just fuck him because I was horny...could I? "Why not?" that mischievous part of my mind asked.
"So, are you gonna tell me why you went out for a run without a bra?" he pried with a smile.
"I didn't go out without a bra, I took it off along the way. And that's as much of the story as you're gonna get." I retorted smugly. Almost unconsciously, I twisted my body a little. From his quick intake of breath, I could tell that my new position finally gave Brian a view of my pink nipple. For the first time, one of my close guy friends was seeing my naked breast. Sure, I had shown a lot more to some random landscapers, and even my brother, but somehow this was different. After sitting that way for a few seconds, I returned to my original position, obscuring his view.
"Fine, fine. Want some lemonade?"
"Sure," I said. It was pretty hot out, and maybe the cool lemonade would chase away some of my horny thoughts.
Brian went into the house through the open garage door. While he was gone, I carefully slid a finger up the leg of my shorts to feel how wet my pussy was. It was completely soaking, and I was lucky that there wasn't a wet spot on my white shorts. My finger lingered a little, stroking the inside of one of my lips. I was extremely horny, and knew I needed to get home to my vibrator soon, or I wouldn't be able to control myself. As I heard Brian coming back, I withdrew my hand. A wicked idea came into my head, and I turned on the towel such that my legs were now facing towards Brian's spot. I sat with my knees bent and up, feet flat on the ground, legs slightly spread.
As he passed, Brian got another nice view of my breast from the side. He looked a little disappointed to have lost that view, but he took his new position in front of me. He sat facing me, and handed me my glass. Doing so, he looked down, and realized that he had an excellent new view. The position of my legs had opened the leg holes of the shorts a bit, and my pussy was completely on display. He could see my open, wet lips, my aroused clit, and my pussy opening itself. "The lemonade is delicious," I said seductively, and Brian tried unsuccessfully to stammer out a response. He seemed to realize that he was staring openly at my pussy, and immediately averted his eyes back to mine.
Our conversation started back up again, but it was clear he was distracted. His eyes kept darting down, but he didn't seem to want to be caught ogling me too much. I decided to cut him a break; I laid back in the grass, leaving my legs in their position, opening them just a little more. I stretched my arms up above my head, which pulled the top up across my flat stomach. I looked gorgeous, with my breasts pulled upwards, sexy stomach exposed, and pussy on display. With my new position, he could stare unabashed up my shorts without worrying that I would catch him. Brian must have been able to see how horny I was. I glanced at him, and saw that he had a rather large bulge in his shorts. I wondered again what his dick would look like, and how it would feel.
We were talking about some comic book movie that had just come out, but honestly neither of us were paying any attention to what we were saying. I was so horny that I couldn't stop myself from pushing things even further. I reached down with my right hand, and started to scratch my inner right thigh as if I had an itch. In doing so, I spread my legs more, opening up my lips and displaying more of my pussy to him. Slowly, I slid my fingers along my inner thigh, until they reached the bottom of my shorts. I scratched slowly, gently running my nails over my smooth skin. Soon, my finger was running along the outside of my shaved pussy lip. All pretense of conversation seemed to have dropped, as we both sat breathing heavily. I slid my finger slowly up my lip, and crossed into the pink area of my pussy. I gasped a little as shock waves of pleasure shot through me, and I began to stroke my wet pussy. My finger found my clit, and began to rub it.
Brian stared intently, I saw that his right hand had moved to his crotch, which he seemed to be squeezing slightly through his shorts. His left hand touched my knee, and I swear I nearly orgasmed at the contact. Slowly, he slid it along my inner thigh, and began to lightly touch the area right next to my pussy. I spread my legs further, and he took the invitation. His fingers moved softly forward, and touched my hot, wet pussy. Slowly, he pushed two fingers into my wet opening. I moaned, and bucked my hips involuntarily. I kept rubbing my clit with my right hand, while my left began to squeeze my breasts through the thin shirt. He was wiggling his two fingers inside of me a little, and it was driving me crazy, making me moan some more.