Note from the author: This is my first attempt at writing a fictional short story in over 15 years. I'm actually working on another one, a much bigger project, but thought it would be a good idea to write a few smaller vignettes and get some honest input and criticism. My writing is rusty, to say the least. There may be some tense issues and missed opportunities for better descriptions, etc, but I do think this story is pretty cute (biased). Please, let me know what you think and what I can do to get better!
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"Elizabeth! Please!! If you don't do this, I'm screwed!"
Steven Duncan had been pleading with me for nearly an hour. Tonight was his brother, Richard's, bachelor party and Steven was his best man. Steven was also my best friend. We'd grown up on the same street together; hung out practically every day from kindergarten through high school.
"The stripper we hired is sick, Liz! And the agency doesn't have any more girls available tonight. I don't have time to call another one so please, please do this one thing for me!" Steve was on his knees, eyes pleading.
"You want me to strip stark naked? You know I could never do that, Stevie. I hate my body! My tits are too big. People won't like them."
At an early age, my breasts began developing at an accelerated pace. It was so fast, I was a C-cup by the time I was a freshman in high school. Now, here it is six years later and they'd practically tripled in size.
"People are going to love your body, Liz! Your tits are fine. Let me fill you in on a secret. Most guys like 'em big!"
I knew Stevie was just saying these things to make me feel good, but he didn't understand the big picture. I am very self-conscious. It's why, in all our years knowing each other, he had never seen me naked. My tits are just far too large for my thin waist and in my opinion, it makes me disproportionate. But that's not the worst of it! You've heard of silver-dollar sized areolas? Well, double that. My gigantic areolas and large nipples easily cover half my breasts.
Steve continued, "No one is going to know it's you, Liz. I have a Mardi Gras mask you can wear. I told you, it's the theme of the party. "
"I know. You said it a thousand times already!" I let out a scream and clenched my fists!
Did he think I was deaf? I simply wasn't giving Stevie an answer, because I had been thinking about it for such a long time. I had to consider this. How couldn't I? Stevie had helped me through so many jams in our history, like when he tutored me for my Calculus final, or the time he helped rush my dad to the hospital and that was only a few months ago. Stevie was genuine, the real deal. He went out of his way to help others, especially me, and I hated being in a position to return the gratitude, only to flake out because of my selfish, self-conscious behavior. I owed him. I also knew how much it meant to him. He would feel terrible if he let the boys down.
I took a deep breath and quietly said, "Go get the mask. I'll do it."
Steve jumped nearly two feet in the air and grabbed my cheeks, squeezing and kissing the pouty lips he'd formed.
"Oh, thank you! Thank you! You just saved my ass!"
"I have one condition," I said. "I know all the guys coming to this bachelor party every bit as well as you do. They better not ever find out it was me doing this! I also know they're going be on their worst behavior. Regardless, I don't want you involved. No trash-mouth! No funny business! And you better not get all pervy on me. I don't want this to ruin our relationship!"
"Oh, you're over-thinking it," he said. "I promise I won't even look at you when I can help it. Eyes off. I know you're just doing a job here. You're totally helping me out of this jam!"
Steve ran out of the living room and appeared not ten seconds later with an orange and purple mask. Brightly-colored feathers popped out above the right eyepiece ad the face of it, was very large! Steve hadn't been exaggerating. No one would recognize the person behind the mask.
"Quick. Get undressed," said Stevie. "We need you in that cake. Rob and Chad will be here any minute with the liquor!"
"Oh my God!" I cried. "Are you serious? Chad's coming?! He's a pig! He's been trying to see my tits since fourth grade!"
"And he won't know it's you... if you hurry!" Then Stevie paused for a moment, waving a finger in the air. "In point of fact... think how empowered you will be!"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, just think about it," said Steve. "You're going to be waving your tits all about, bouncing them around Chad. He'll never know it's you, because of the mask, right? Think about this. He makes inappropriate advances on you every time he sees you. All he ever talks about when you're around is wanting to see you naked, and that joke ran out a long time ago! But now that he finally has a chance to see the goods, he's going to be oblivious to just how special the moment is. He'll have absolutely NO IDEA!"
"Oh, my God, you're right," I said, flirting the thought in my head.
Chad was such a creep! A loser creep! But he's also the type of guy that would love any kind of tits shoved in his face, even big-nippled ones like mine. Hell, Chad's such a pig, he probably pays for the privilege most of the time! I decided I was going to shove my tits in his face and get him all worked up. Then, I'd just leave him hanging. He deserved it for being such an asshole!
"Don't make me have to strip you myself," said Stevie, twirling the mask in front of me.
"OK, OK," I said.
I put my mind on the task at hand. If I was going to do this, I better just do it. I quickly pulled off my pants, followed by the panties. I was clean-shaven and had a fairly flat stomach. At least that was nothing too embarrassing. I unsnapped my blouse and let it drop to the floor. Here was the moment. The first time Stevie, my best friend of over 18 years, was going to see me naked. I brought my hands to the clasps of my bra. It was a giant white one, of the "granny" variety, but it held my tits firmly in place. Mostly, it just ensured coverage of my huge nipples.
"Come on, hurry!" said Mike. He was right. Outside, I heard the faint sound of a car pulling up the drive.
I unsnapped the four clips and yanked the bra away. My boobs came bursting out of the form-fitting sling. "Promise you won't make fun!" I cried, covering my eyes, afraid to witness Stevie's reaction.
"Oh, Liz. They're amazing."
I peeked one eye open. He was staring at my tits, not more than a foot away. My nipples were pointing right at him and their darkened, pink skin raced with goose bumps. Steve's eyes were glued and he didn't move a muscle. It was as if Medusa herself turned him to stone, except for the noticeable growth in his pants, which admittedly, caught me by surprise! He was getting hard just looking at me and I felt myself getting instantly wet.
"Alright, Steve," I said, as I heard the motor cut off outside. "You've seen enough. Give me that mask and get me in that cake!"
"Right in here!" Steve grabbed my arm, brushing up against my right breast. I couldn't tell if it was accidental or on purpose, but it jiggled heavily from the abrupt jarring. Then, they both swung freely as he rushed me into the living room. They must have looked ridiculous bouncing around like that, but Stevie didn't seem to mind. Truth be told, his reaction served to boost my confidence.
The cake was impressive. The bottom half of the cake, if you could call it that, was a large, round wooden support that was hollowed-out on the inside. It was decorated to match the top half, the actual cake itself, which currently set on top of the dining room table. It rested on a flimsy, serrated piece of cardboard, just enough to support its weight, but it would allow someone to burst through the contraption. I quickly hopped into the base and knelt down. My breasts squeezed up against my arms and knees in the awkward position.
"OK," said Steve as he to closed me inside. "After the toast, I will thump the floor with my foot and you jump out! Say whatever comes to mind. Just get as much cake and icing flying as you can!"
He struggled to get the top half of the cake in place, but managed to do so just as Rob and Chad walked in. Close call!
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I spent nearly an hour in that cake. Shortly after Rob and Chad arrived, others began flowing in. I made out Tony and Mark talking. They were two good friends in our circle. They'd come in with a couple of other guys whom I couldn't place. Not by their voices alone, anyway. But then I heard the loud, booming voice of Geoff Nash. He was my boss at the bar! How did he end up here? I didn't realize he had a relationship with the groom or Stevie.
Geoff was chauvinist, worse than Chad. He skirted the line of sexual harassment every day. Once, he tried to enter me in a wet t-shirt competition hosted right there at the bar. Another time, the shoulder strap on my bra broke and he wouldn't let me go home and get another one. I had to work in that tight, pink t-shirt with my boobs bouncing around as I rushed to keep up with the orders. He made me tend bar and that place got busier than I'd ever seen it. Nobody would leave and make room for others!
I forgot about Geoff and got back to listening to the guests. Who else was going to be here? I was at first surprised to hear a female voice appear in the crowd. But I recognized it nearly right away. It was Janice Hoffman. She is a bombshell! She worked in an advertising agency and at the tender, young age of 22, was doing quite well for herself opening new accounts. She was a prodigy, yet I'm sure her fit legs and firm breasts served her well in flirting the sales up. But Janice wasn't just a prodigy. She was also an anomaly. Though supermodel beautiful, she was a full-blown lesbian. She would have absolutely nothing to do with men. She totally broke the lesbian-butch stereotype.
It figures Janice would be invited to the bachelor party. Those who know her well treated her more as a man than a lady. And she, too, had been trying to get in my pants ever since the day we met, nearly four years ago. The boys have a no-touching rule. That's what Stevie had said when he first started begging me to do this. But I wonder if Janice will think it's OK to touch me since she's a girl. Does she even have to abide by the no-touching rule?
All these thoughts raced through my head and helped to keep my mind off how cramped it was in the small enclosure. Just as I thought I couldn't take anymore, I heard a clanging of glass and the room quieted down. Steve's voice emerged from the silence. The toast was beginning.
'Deep breath, girl!' I said to myself. 'You can do this.'
I couldn't make out much of Stevie's words, but every few seconds laughter would break out. After several minutes, there was a pause of silence, followed by a loud thump. He'd kicked the floor so hard and it jolted me. My cue.
I bolted upright, smashing through cake and heaps of heavy icing.
