I don't think of myself as abnormal. I'm just a woman who enjoys what she enjoys. Is that so hard to understand? But maybe I'm getting ahead of myself.
My name is Karen and my parents were always protective of me growing up. That might be because I was a very late bloomer. Being a tomboy initially, I really didn't develop until the summer after my 18th birthday, right before my senior year in high school. But that was quite a summer for me. My hips widened and I went from having a B-cup to an oversized D by the time school opened after Labor Day. I also found myself thinking about sex constantly.
After a couple girlfriends volunteered to be managers for the football team, they talked me into it as well. And that's when the fun started.
Kim, my closest friend, and I were inseparable during summer practices. Although we didn't get the workout that the players did, we still had to deal with the August heat. Man, it was hot. So we all dressed lightly. And with my new-found figure, I wanted to show it off for the guys. I had an old cotton baseball jersey that was light. It was white with dark blue half-sleeves that reached just below my elbows. It was light enough to give some relief from the heat, but what I liked the most about this shirt was that it was probably two sizes too small for me since my "growth". My tits just popped off my chest and it was hard for any guy not to notice them. In fact, after only a couple minutes of the air conditioning in the gym, my nipples were easy to make out, even through my bra. It was fun having a nice chest to show off FINALLY. I was tired of having nothing, and this was my opportunity to take advantage of what a nice set of tits can get a girl.
There was one guy on the team that had been a friend since we were young. His name was John. We had been friends, but never considered dating. I just didn't think of him that way. And I'm guessing that he never thought of me that way either. He was a quarterback, but he wasn't good enough to start so he spent much of the practice on the sideline with the underclassmen and the managers like Kim and me.
I enjoyed hanging with the guys. Something about sweaty, powerful men that gets me going. And the uniforms didn't hurt either because the tight football uniform pants were an especial turn-on. All those well-formed, toned asses in tight dark-blue spandex. The curves were amazing.
But I guess the important part of this story began when John came off the field one afternoon after a few practice plays. It was the first time that I really looked at him. I mean, I had always looked at him, but I never really LOOKED at him in THAT way, if you get my meaning. Sure he had a handsome face, short brown hair, and broad shoulders. But as he ran off the field toward me on the sidelines, I couldn't help noticing his crotch. And he ran, and his body bounced up and down, what caught my eyes was a very noticeable bulge below his belt. His tight football pants stretched over his package and there was no doubt to anyone who watched that there was a lot of meat down there.
I suddenly felt wet, and I don't mean from sweat. I mean I was sweaty, but there was more moisture now. Thinking of John having a large endowment got me thinking of him in new ways. I decided right then that it was time to pursue this a bit further.
Grabbing a water bottle, I walked over to John and offered to squirt some cold water into his mouth. "Hey! Looking good out there."
"Oh hey, Karen." He opened up and I sprayed water into his waiting mouth.
I thought I would strike up a longer conversation with him. "You keep this up and you'll be starting in no time." As I spoke, I held the water bottle against my chest, figuring the condensation on the outside of the bottle would quickly soak through my shirt.
As I spoke, John's eyes dropped from my eyes and began to watch the moisture soaking into my shirt and making my bra and tits more obvious. After a few seconds, he realized that I had stopped speaking and that he was staring. "Oh! Right! Well, I don't think I'm anywhere near as good as Eric. He deserves to be the starter but I'll support the team as best I can.
While John was recovering from his view of my chest, I looked down to see if my efforts had caused any changes to his package. To my enjoyment, it was growing larger.
"Well, I'll always be one of your fans." As a spoke, I put my arm through his and rubbed one of my large tits against his elbow. My nipples began to show.
I looked down as if to appear shy, but I took the opportunity to take another look at John's crotch. I could see a definite extension down toward his right thigh. Oh man, I was making him hard!
Our conversation continued for a few minutes but we were soon interrupted when practice came to an end for that day. Since it was Friday evening, Kim and I spent nearly an hour packing equipment away for the weekend. And as we completed that task, I saw John leaving the locker room for his walk home. He lived a few blocks from our school. I decided to join him since my home was one block over from his.
As we walked, we joked and teased one another as was our usual interaction. But something had definitely changed as a result of our conversation during practice. I was certainly thinking about him in a whole new way, and I was hoping he was doing the same. As we got to my house, I wished him a good night and slipped inside. But rather than call it a night, my more amorous side took over, and I decided to sneak back out and follow John back to his house. I knew his bedroom was on the ground floor so I decided to slip around the back of the house and see if I could get a clear glimpse of that bulge that looked so impressive at practice.
I walked around the left side of the house and waited in the dark until I saw a light go on near where John's bedroom was. Just my luck, the curtain was cloth and was a bit see-through at night. The bright lights of his bedroom made it easy for me to stand outside in the dark without him seeing me, while I had a terrific view of him.
John walked into his room, I got a good look at what he was wearing. Dark blue t-shirt and gray sweat pants. Nothing too flattering, but he quickly pulled off his shirt to reveal a wide chest and a nice 6-pack of abs: very sexy. He then pulled off his sneakers, socks, and then walked over to the other side of the room and tossed those items into what looked like a hamper.
As he walked, I couldn't help notice that there was something rather large moving around inside the front of his sweatpants. That something was obviously large, and I was dying to get a look at it. John walked back to the other side of the room, fiddling with his bulge as he went, and removed his watch to place it on his dresser.
I felt strangely both embarrassed and erotically thrilled to be watching John in his room. He had no idea anyone was watching and I was seeing him at his most private.
Without any warning, John turned and exited the room. I decided to wait a minute or two to see if he came right back. Within a couple minutes, I heard what sounded like a shower coming on. On the off-chance that I could see something, I moved back along the side of the house, pushed through some bushes, and found a small window that was obviously for the bathroom next to John's room. I stretched up on my toes and was just high enough to see in the window. The curtain was askew enough for me to get just a small view into the shower and toilet area. The shower was on and there through the smokes glass door, I could see someone that had to be John.
