We called her Bertha. Her name was Denise. There were 3 reasons we called her Bertha.
One, she had huge boobs. Knowing what I know now about boobs hers were GGs. Two, she had a large frame. Three, Denise was not blessed with a small waist. Knowing her she tried all sorts of diets. She did not drop weight or trim the figure.
Additonally, she was plain. Not ugly, not homely, just plain. She stood 5' 8", had a pleasant personality and a nice smile. That was Bertha. The bummer was her mom had a MILF quality face.
She did not like being called Bertha for obvious reasons, so us guys refrained from doing so in her presence.
In the Spring semester our senior year, just after our 18
th
birthday, a regional band contest was held at our high school. Our band played at noon. After that we were free for the day.
After the performance, I was heading out to my car. Bertha caught up with me.
"Hey Mike, do you want to come over to my house. We can hang around, watch TV, listen to music, whatever."
"I don't know."
"My dad is at work, my little brother is at his Catholic high school. Only my mom will be there."
Our mom's were friends.
She added "My Mom won't mind if we have a drink or two. I know she will keep it hush-hush with your mom. She's cool about that."
"Ok." I replied.
We left for her place.
Bertha's grandfather was CEO of the regional electric utility. Her dad was a VP at the utility. Their house was a 2,600 square foot ranch, modest for the kind of dough they had.
She opened the two-car garage door. One car was there. She parked in the empty spot. I parked in the driveway.
I went to the front door. Bertha was waiting to let me in.
Walking in I noticed her mom as not there.
Bertha spoke first. "I'm going to change out of this dress." The band concert uniform for girls was a formal black dress. For girls not wanting to wear a formal dress and guys the school provided a black jacket, pants and bow tie. You had to come up with a white dress shirt to complete the outfit.
"Help yourself to the refrigerator."
Bertha disappeared into the house. I went to the refrigerator and grabbed a Coke.
A bottle opener was next to the refrigerator. I popped open the Coke and wandered around the living room.
After a couple of minutes, she returned to the living room while I was messing with the TV.
"What to try these out." I heard her say.
I turned around.
There Berthe stood naked, with her hands holding up her enormous boobs. She had a hairy bush too.
My jaw fell. I must have blushed. My face felt warm. My cock got hard.
"I lied to you. My folks are at a conference in San Francisco. My brother's school doesn't get out until 3. We have 2 hours all to ourselves."
My cock got harder.