------JULIA------
"Hey babe, did Charlie come through with
the STUFF?
" I asked Michael, planting a kiss on his cheek as I set my bag down on the counter. I still wasn't totally accustomed to being the kind of person who gets or does,
stuff
, but we were in an experimental phase of our relationship.
We'd even graduated from missionary and... whatever you call the one where I'm on top, to such naughty acts as
doggystyle
and
sixty-nine
. Absolute degeneracy, I know.
Michael smiled and held up a half-full sandwich bag.
"Yep! We're all set. I did get a little something extra though, if you're interested."
Michael fished around in his pocket before producing a much smaller bag, I didn't even know they made them that small.
Inside were about 10 or so small pills. He held them towards me, so I took them and saw they each had a small heart shape stamped into them.
"What are these?"
"Molly, or ecstasy, same thing I think. You know those movies where a character goes to a club and takes something then gets all euphoric and has a great time?", He said.
I nodded, handing the bag back to him.
"Well, this is that. These are those. Whatever. Charlie gave them to me for pretty cheap, and I thought they'd be fun to try out..." He trailed off and his expression made me realize
I
must be making a face too.
"You don't want to? We don't have to it was just an idea." He said, pocketing the little baggie.
"No! We can. You mean like, try them tonight?"
He nodded.
"Okay, yeah. I guess I'm just a little nervous since it would be our first time doing it, and we'd be around other people." I said, fiddling with my hands.
"I mean it's just Chris, Zach, and Nathan. I'd give them some too, and it's not like they're strangers. We've known them forever." He said, reaching out and holding my hands, "But if you wanna try them by ourselves that's cool too. Whatever makes you comfortable."
I raised my eyes to his as he pulled me against him. I knew I wasn't the smallest girl in the world, but Michael had a way of making me feel tiny under his gaze. God, ten-years in and he could still give me butterflies.
I giggled, suddenly feeling foolish for being so nervous. We were being adventurous! Trying new things! Branching out! I would be in the safety of my own home with the man I love, and our long-time friends.
"You're right, I'm down to try it --" I said as I watched his eyes flick down from mine for a brief moment before returning.
"Did you just look at my tits during a serious conversation?"
"What? Me?" He laughed, his eyes flicking down to them again, "Well yeah maybe. It's not my fault they look so good."
"Is this dress too tight? I feel like it's really hugging me. Maybe I should change before they get here. I don't want to look like --"
"You look amazing baby. Keep it on." He grinned, "Or maybe take it off, we've got some time before they show up."
The giddy excitement within me grew. I'd been trying to step out of my comfort zone by wearing more tightly fitting clothes. I'd always been a bit on the chubbier side, and those insecurities were hard to dissolve. But when Michael looked at me like
that
, I wanted nothing more than to see myself how he saw me.
"If those pills are as good as you think, maybe we can have some fun after everyone leaves." I let my finger trail across the neckline of my dress, pulling down on the stretchy material to show Michael how easy it was to remove, "Plus, I want more time with you than just a quickie."
"Fair enough" He said, bringing his hands up to hold my head as he drew me in for a kiss.
Some of the steam he was building inside of me blew off as our lips connected, only to be replaced my significantly more as his hands roamed down to the top of my breasts. He held his face close to mine as our lips parted and his fingers teased the soft flesh just below the fabric.
"You can't stop me from looking though. Something tells me I won't be the only one sneaking glances at you." He said, his voice deep and soft, dripping with desire.
I squirmed against him. My senses were nearly overloaded at his touch, the safe smell of him, and the sound of his lust for me. We'd experimented with alcohol, and weed, but this was my favorite drug by a mile.
"Nathan maybe, but Zach has a girlfriend now and I'm pretty sure I'm not Chris' type." I said, drawing a shuddering breath as Michael continued grazing my skin just below the v-cut in my top where some cleavage was visible.
Nathan was the quintessential nerd. I mean, we all kinda were. We were hosting a multiplayer video game night after all. But he was a few steps deeper in the shy nerd archetype than we were.
And Chris was... a bit of an outlier. Despite being more into sports and partying back in highschool, he had been Michael's best friend for years. I'd never seen him with any woman who wasn't a petite and "basic" looking woman, so I didn't know what Michael was talking about. I imagined everyone looking at me, in the way Michael was implying, and felt a confusing bundle of emotions.
"Maybe I should change... I don't want to seem --"
Michael pulled me tighter.
"No. You look incredible baby. Let them stare." I felt his hard cock twitch against me through his pants, "Let them be jealous of my sexy girlfriend."
His fingers dove deeper under my shirt, and he ran them over my hard nipples. My mind spun. He'd already been getting me all worked up, and he knew just how much I liked having my breasts played with. What just a moment ago was a growing desire, became a desperate NEED in an instant. We didn't have time to have sex, but I needed him inside of me.
I looped my fingers under the fabric where Michaels fingers were and pulled down. My heavy breasts spilled free, no longer supported by the tight top or the bra beneath it. I let both the top of the dress and my bra rest between my breasts and my body. One benefit of having big tits was how good they were at holding things in place in a pinch.
Michael's eyes went wide at my sudden transformation, and I fell to my knees before him as I fumbled with his zipper.
