This story depicts all people over the age of 18 and is meant to be a fun artistic foray, please treat it as such. Constructive comments are welcome.
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The Toyota Camry tires squealed as Rich pulled into the driveway of his good friend Andy. Rich always liked going over to Andy's house because they had a great time together, and his sister had to be one of the most amazing sight's Rich had ever seen.
Rich was your typical high school senior, barely knew anything about sex despite being 18 years old, he had little luck trying to coax any girl to go further than kissing, much less hit a home run. He was visiting his friend Andy who had the same birthday; it was last Thursday and TGIF—they could celebrate.
Andy lived in a neighbor hood with a lot of girls—which they hoped to devise a plan to hang out with that weekend, but the only girl Rich was interested in was Michelle, Andy's older sister.
Rich was hoping Michelle was home. He saw her little VW Bug she drove parked in the driveway, so he thought his chances were good. Rich and Andy we both born in the Spring, around the time that most college students have time off for spring break.
Just the thought of Michelle got Rich's pecker to tingle. She was stacked. She was a full figured top heavy girl with a modest pretty face and long straight dirty blond hair. Every time Rich saw her he immediately needed to cover his trousers as his member would begin to take shape. Rich thought about her big beautiful boobs, they must be DDDs or even E cups. Rich was getting a chub just thinking about it.
Rich hoped up the front steps of the house to the right of the driveway and onto the front porch of the house. It was still light out so Rich could not see in the window, he could hear the sound of the TV going, and knocked on the door.
"Come on in..." a voice said in the front room.
Rich opened the door and stepped in. He could hear the droning of commercials in the adjacent family room. He saw a water bottle and the edge of a yoga mat whose better part was hidden by the hallway wall from the foyer. The yoga mat was on the floor in front of a coffee table which was pushed flush with the front of the living room couch.
"Richie, if that's you, Andy went out to the store he's gonna be back soon." Michelle expected Rich to be arriving. Michelle's voice was relaxed as she had known Rich for many years, she treated him like a little brother.
Rich rounded the hallway corner and was greeted with the sight of the one, and only, Michelle looking voluptuous and amazing, as always.
"Hey." she said softly with a smile.
"Hey Michelle." Rich was rocked by the vision of Michelle, as he always was. She seemed to be in some work out style clothes. She wore black yoga pants that clung to her thick round shapely legs leading up to her well-endowed booty, which was worthy of the label bubble butt. What grabbed Riche's attention the most was Michelle's beautiful full bust. She wore a tight white cotton camisole over what seemed to be a grey sports bra that could be seen clearly under the shirt. Rich felt his dick move as he stole glances at her tan bosom which heaved up and down as she breathed heavily.
"Happy birthday, what are you like 16 now?" she said with a smirk.
"Ha-ha whatever you're like a year older than me and Andy-don't get all high and mighty on me."
Rich quickly took a seat on the couch (for multiple reasons, if he continued to stand there, his erection would not be easy for him to hide, and he wanted an excuse to stay and talk to Michelle; and Andy being out was the best thing that could ever happen right then.
Michelle bent over to put a bottle of Gatorade down and flipped her ponytail back and put her hand on her hip.
"My point is, your growing up before my eyes," she always liked to tease the boys.
"Yeah, well thanks, so whats up? What are you doing—working out?"
"Yeah I was doing one of those yoga classes you can get on demand...I am trying to get my beach body ready for Spring break."
"Right, I heard you were going to FL or something right?"
"Yeah, Daytona Beach." Michelle crossed her arms covering what seemed to be small points protruding from her chest where her nipples would naturally appear.
"You came at a good time Richie, I need a break," Michelle wiped some sweat from her brow and walked into the kitchen, her ass on full display in her tight yoga pants and showed the low cut back to her shirt revealing the crisscrossed back of the strained grey sports bra—she was every man's wet dream. As she did she turned and looked back at Rich giving him a profile of her right breast as it bobbed and swayed with her movements (Rich loved the way her natural massive titties moved). She began talking with him loudly so that he could hear her from the Kitchen.
"I'm gonna snack, don't judge, I'm just starving after working out, I need something."
She shuffled back sliding her white socks on the floor, like a happy kid, with a fork in hand holding some Tupperware containing orange pieces of cantaloupe. She came over and sat on the opposite end of the couch next to Rich.
Although Michelle was naturally thick, her boobs were seriously big and looked like they did not belong on her body. Rich loved it. She was intently studying her pieces of cantaloupe as she selected each to eat while Rich ogled her beautiful cleavage. The camisole Michelle was wearing clearly was not built to house her giant breasts; the shirt was taxed beyond its limits. The shirt was low cut as it was struggling to cover the surface area of her huge rack. The top of each breast was smushed together since her sports bra forced them to be pushed together and they seemed to protrude more than an average push up bra due to their sheer size. The line of cleavage where the breasts met was about 6 inches long before her breast meat plunged into the already large housing of the front of her sports bra.
Rich watched as her boobs, free on the top half, glistened as they were covered in sweat, and gently shook like jello from her taking a seat on the couch. Rich wanted to just bury his face in her cleavage and smell her soft skin as he licked and sucked on her breasts.
Michelle glanced up, "Ew perve, stop staring."
Rich turned red and looked away, he didn't know what to say. "No, I was just looking at the cantaloupe you're eating, looks good."
Michelle paused and smirked. "It's ok Richie, you're a boy, I catch boys looking at me all the time. I don't think you guys can help it, you're like programmed that way or something."
Rich tried to cover his tracks "No Michelle, your like my sister, I wouldn't look at you that way."
