At the time of this story, Nicole and I had been friends for a little over a year. We met when our daughters were placed in the same preschool class. I immediately liked her outgoing, tell it like it is personality, and as I got to know her better I found she has the same "naughty" sense of humor I have. My marriage was a mess, so this friendship is a much-needed escape. I enjoyed spending an evening having a few drinks at her house while our kids played. It didn't hurt that her husband, Jared, could pass as a GQ model; 6'1, athletic build, dark hair with the most mesmerizing eyes I'd ever gazed into. Nicole is pretty, but not the model-type; 5'6", not fat, but not toned, maybe 150 pounds with dirty blonde hair and a nice pair of C-cup breasts.
In comparison, I'm 5'4, around 125 pounds, a natural redhead (though you cannot verify as I'm clean shaven), green eyes, and very large DDD-cup breasts with the biggest nipples you've ever seen. My breasts are large enough that they are often the topic of jokes and conversation in my circles. It's just hard not to notice them, or that my nipples are always hard.
Nicole and I often talked about sex. She knows that my husband hasn't been able to get it up for some time. I even confided in her my husband's desire for me to sleep with other men; stories I should share at another time. We have also talked about our shared curiosity of lesbian sex, as well as her husband's desire to watch, but her insistence that he could never join in.
This brings us to a Saturday night. Our girls had crashed after playing all day at a local carnival. Because my husband and I had been fighting so much, I was in no hurry to go home, and as I drank more it became apparent I would be spending the night on their couch.
Around midnight, Nicole and I had enjoyed a few too many drinks, the lights were dimmed and the three of us were lying in the living room floor listening to music and talking. As tends to happen, the topic of conversation turned to breasts. We were talking about the difference in sizes and decided to compare. At first, we placed our hands over the other's shirt, but that was difficult to judge, so we both removed our shirts. Nicole was wearing a blue satin push-up bra that pulled her breasts up nicely. I was wearing a black, lacy demi-bra that barely contained my monsters.