Just for the record, this is a repost. I had this up under a now deleted account.
The first chapter of the first multipart story I ever wrote, I thought I'd share it again.
As always, any and all constructive feedback is appreciated
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Clara and other Small Breasted Women
Hank had lived in Los Angeles for just over 10 years, which wasn't that unusual. That he didn't work in the entertainment business, or even aspire to, was. He didn't hang out with actresses or models for the most part, which is probably what made being in a house full of sexy, topless women on the night of his 30th birthday even more spectacularly odd.
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Two weeks before, Hank was out for drinks with Clara. Clara was a friend. A good friend. A single friend. A very attractive friend. But not a girlfriend. It wasn't that they hadn't tried, they had dated for a few weeks a year or two after he moved to LA. But the chemistry wasn't quite right, and the sex was, well, the sex was awkward. Nothing bad, just a little off. He hadn't been comfortable asking for the stuff he liked in bed, and she hadn't been completely satisfied either. So they ended up just friends.
Hank sipped his beer as his attractive friend came back to the table. He looked her up and down, discreetly of course, and he enjoyed what he saw. A petite blonde, she had small breasts and fantastic legs that she wasn't afraid to show off, as her short skirt clearly demonstrated.
"So, what's the plan for your birthday" Clara asked.
"Not sure there is one. Between you and my buddy Rick, that's all the real friends I have. Rick's out of town and he's taking me out for drinks when he gets back" Hank didn't seem too broken up about it though. Birthdays hadn't been a big deal to him for years.
"Well there is no way I'm letting your 30th birthday pass
without a huge blowout"
Clara winked, and he wasn't sure if she was being playful or mischievous or what. He could never tell with her.
"CLARA!" A tall, gorgeous brunette approached. Her long black hair hung just past her shoulders. Her skirt didn't show nearly the leg Clara's did, but it highlighted her curves.
Clara stood and hugged the woman. "Anita! This is Hank" He smiled, and concentrated on maintaining eye contact with the beautiful woman. Not any easy task. Though her breasts might have been small, her top showcased them well. She smiled back, and made no secret of looking him up and down. It was pretty safe to say she was impressed with what she saw.
"How'd that audition go?" Clara asked.
"Ugh. Same old, same old. I'm starting to think it's time to give up like you did. Either that or get them done." She motioned to her breasts. "But then the committee would have to excommunicate me. Speaking of which, I better find them" With that she gave Clara another hug, Hank a wink and wandered off.
"Committee?" Hank asked. Clare crinkled her nose up, in that cute way she often did.
"Ugh, I hate that term. Long story short, Anita's an actress who's pretty sure her career would be doing a lot better if she had bigger tits"
Hank smiled awkwardly. It was one thing to talk about a girl's breasts, (or "tits" as it were) with Rick or another guy, but with a woman? That always seemed odd.
"Anyway, her and a group of similarly small chested actresses call themselves the itty bitty titty committee. I hate the term." She took a drink of her martini and the moment just hung there getting more and more awkward until Hank finally asked the obvious question "Were you ever part of the group?"
"Not really. I mean, I like the girls alright, and god knows I've got the qualifications but the few times I went out with them, the conversation seemed to revolve around their lack of tits more than anything. How it was affecting their careers, their inability to find a guy, their sex lives. Worst part is, they're not wrong. I just couldn't take it being the only thing they talked about."
"What you mean they're not wrong?" he asked, genuinely interested.
"Hank, sweetie. Sometimes I don't think you're real." Clara shook her head in mock disbelief. "Woman with small tits are judged constantly. Actresses & models get it worse than most for sure, but all women get sized up based on how big their tits are. All of the time. At least in this town. Casting agents, job interviews, guys in bars, hell even other women. If you don't have at least a "C" cup, then..." she just kinda trailed off and then slumped her shoulders.
"Really? Breasts are breasts. Any size is good, if it's in proportion to the rest of a woman's body." Hank laughed. "I'd never have thought you need a support group for small breasts"
"A lack of support needed, more like it." Clara punched him playfully in the shoulder
"No, no I didn't mean it like that. I meant a group or a party, where no guys or large breasted women are allowed. Then would no one there to judge you."
"Yeah" Clara agreed, only not so playfully all of a sudden.
And that is what lead to the most spectacularly odd birthday he ever had. Clara took the idea and ran with it. And once she found out Rick had a pool, she got Hank to interrupt his vacation and call him to convince him to let them use his place for the party. Well for A party, Rick had no idea what THE party was. Neither did Hank for that matter. Not really.
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On his actual birthday Hank ended up working late. Not a whole lot late, but he had to stick around an extra hour or so, then he got caught in traffic. By the time he got home from work, showered and over to Rick's it was almost 9pm. Clara had grabbed the key from him earlier, so between her being there and him confident no one was coming before 10pm, he wasn't feeling too rushed. When he pulled into Rick's driveway and saw the place was hopping, he was surprised.
As he walked through the front door, and into the centre of the open concept home, he could see at least 30 women. All with a drink in their hand, all having the time of their lives and each and every one of them small chested. Lots of "A" cups. though a couple of "B"s seemed to have snuck in.
Clara appeared from the kitchen side of the place, and put a beer in his hand.
"What the?" was all he could say.
"Crazy isn't it?!" Clara looked around. She was in jeans and a t-shirt, but managed to make it look amazing. "They started showing up at eight. I guess once they found out about the concept behind this thing, being fashionable late wasn't on the agenda." And with that, she turned to the room.
"Everybody! EVERYBODY! Hank's here!" Hank looked around. On top the 30 or so women in the house, there was at least 10 more out by the pool. Each better looking then the last.
Clara hopped up on a chair as the group quieted.
"We all know why we're here. It's Hank's Birthday, but it's also a place where we can just be ourselves!" There were cheers and a couple of woos. "No judgement tonight, no feeling bad about ourselves or our bodies." Everyone clapped. "And Hank, as a way of saying both happy birthday and thanks..." Clara grabbed the hem of her shirt and, in one fluid motion, pulled it over her head.
Hank was in shock. She was completely topless in front of a room full of women. And while it had been years since he had seen them, her breasts were just as beautiful as he remembered. Her white skin was almost flawlessly creamy. She had reddish areola and big nipples. He blinked to make sure this was real. And then he caught movement. To his left. And his right. The entire room was moving. The short woman to one side was undoing her blouse, the tall woman to the other side, pulling off a t shirt. The, had-to-be-a-model in front of him looked straight into his eyes and smiled. Hank had no idea who she was, (or who any of these women were) but he returned the smile as she reached behind her back with both hands, forcing her chest forward, and untied her bikini top. The top fell to the ground, exposing her tiny chest directly to him. The woman just laughed and left it there.
Clara grabbed Hank by the hand, and lead him into the corner of the kitchen. He looked at her, unable to speak. "The party was my idea, but this..." she motioned around the room and then to her own tits, "...this was the committee's."
"It's a fucking brilliant idea" Hank finally said.
"The deal is pretty straightforward. You can look all you want. If you talk to any woman here tonight, you can feel free to stare at her tits all you want. Don't even worry about making eye contact. We're all okay with this. But..."
Hank heart dropped. He looked around. Never in his life had he seen so many beautiful women, let alone seen this many half nude. Of course there was a catch.
She directed his face to her "But, no flash photography. Hand me your phone." Hank handed it over immediately. She held it up for anyone looking to see, and put it in her pocket. "You're not to mention this to anyone after tonight okay? Most of the women here are single but not all. This just some harmless fun."
As far as catches went, that was more than fair. Just then, a tall, topless woman leaned between the two of them, her chest pointed to Hank. She reached past him for a bowl of chips on the counter and he had a close up look at her magnificent breasts. They were puffy but the nipples were quite small. She smiled at him, though he didn't really see her face, and walked away.
"So have another beer" Clara took the empty bottle from his hand (when had he even had time to drink it?) and handed him another. "Have fun, and Happy birthday!"
She spun him back to face the party and pushed him into the centre of the room.
Hank smiled and just stood there. In the living room, seated on couch and lazy boy were three women, late 20s, all topless and sharing a plate of cheese and crackers. The sliding door to the patio/pool area was blocked by a pair of brunettes chatting away, wine glasses in hand, their tits pointed at each other. A short blond women, in just bikini bottoms squeezed between them as she entered the house. For just a second, her lips were just inches from one of the brunette's nipples as she passed. Amazing. In another corner, a woman with blue streaks in her hair stood talking to one with equally unnatural red streaks. Both had heavy, dark makeup on, both wore ripped fishnet stockings, both had nipple piercings.
Hank just kept turning and turning. At one point he was talking to a woman, mid thirties, who had long blonde hair. As she spoke, she pulled her hair back with both hands, putting it into a ponytail. All Hank registered was her chest being thrust forward and a deep desire to lean over and suck on her nipple.
Clara reappeared, still topless, but now wearing short shorts. She asked what they were talking about, and when it became clear Hank was incapable of answering, she to Hank by the hand and lead him to the sliding door.
