Sylvia and I worked together on my last âreal jobâ before I moved back home to start my business. We gravitated toward one another. We became daily lunch companions. We talked about everything. Including sex. She was brash and ballsy and outspoken. We were very close. It was hard on both of us when I moved. We still got together, but only once every few months. We exchanged visits, or had lunch when I was in the city on a supply run.
It was on one such lunch visit when she hit me with all this.
Sylvia was a beautiful, raven-haired woman with dark eyes and olive skin that showed just a trace of her Hispanic heritage. I always thought she was gorgeous, but she was insecure about her looks. She always said her butt was too big, her boobs too small and her cellulite too obvious. Now, over the years, I had seen her in swimsuits and gym clothes. I thought she had great hips. Her tits werenât big, but were nice. And I never saw any cellulite. She always complimented me on my figure, which was silly since I look like a boy with tits.
On this particular day, we had not seen one another for over two months. Karen was brimming over with excitement. And she looked great. I remember thinking that she has spent some money on a Victoria Secret miracle bra because her very low cut blouse was showing some serious cleavage that I did not remember.
After we exchanged chit chat and placed our orders, she said, âIâve got something I have just got to show you. Come on!â She grabbed my hand, and we headed for the ladies room. Inside, she flipped the latch on the door, turned toward me and began to unbutton her blouse. Imagine my surprise when she opened her blouse to reveal that she had no bra on at all. Those were her tits standing up big and round and proud. My little Sylvia had gotten a boob job.
âYou like them? John got them for me for my birthday.â
John, the guy she had been dating for over a year, had most assuredly gotten them for himself, they were just on her. But, I kept that thought to myself.
âThey are really beautiful, Sylvia. They did a nice job with them,â I stammered. More than the boobs, I couldnât get over the nipples. A boob job doesn't affect your nipples. Hers were huge. She must have been mostly nipple before. I think I licked my lips
âWant to feel them? I just love feeling them. I never masturbated much before, but now I feel up my boobs and masturbate like a banshee.â Just then someone tried to get in the bathroom. Bare-chested, Sylvia went to the door, unlocked it, opened it and said, âDo you mind waiting just a minute? I was just showing my friend something.â
âSorry,â the blushing lady stuttered, not taking her eyes off Karenâs perfect spheres.
âWell, wanna cop a feel?â she asked again. What could I do? I felt. And they felt really good; not like natural tits, but really sweet nonetheless. What I really wanted was to suck on those huge nipples, but I restrained myself.
âWeâd better get back to our lunch,â I said. âBesides, there is some lady out there pissing herself.â Sylvia laughed and we returned to our table.
âWhatever possessed you?â I asked.
âWell, you know how I never liked my tits, too small and all, kind of pointy too. I hated them. When John said heâd buy me a new set, I jumped at the chance.â
John was a sandy-haired hunk who thought way too much of himself for my tastes. He worked out at the gym all the time, which made his body sculpted. He thought this was enough to make him Godâs gift. I didnât think so. But Karen liked him. He spent money on her and treated her well enough, so I had no beef with him. Except of course, when he hit on me at parties after a few beers. I was able to fend him off, so I never told Sylvia about it. I always had the feeling that he was perfectly capable of cheating on her at the drop of a trouser leg, but she said he hadnât.
âSex with John was always pretty good, but now it is incredible. John loves the new tits and we fuck now more than ever. He even tit-fucks me,â she declared proudly. Now that was something that had never happened to me.
âI have been enjoying my new boobs so much, I have begun to wonder what I can do for John that might measure up, so to speak. His birthday is coming up next month, and Iâm not sure what to do. I thought of Viagra. As a matter of fact, I got some and slipped one in his beer. The sex was great and he stayed hard for over two hours. I lost count of my orgasms and felt reamed out the next day. But, I couldnât take his ego trip. He walked around for a week like he was fucking super-dong man. I didnât have the heart to tell him it was chemically induced, but I certainly canât handle the big head; the one on top of his shoulders. I have no problem with him having a big head between his legs.â
So what are you going to do for him?â I asked. Personally, I thought she had done plenty with the boob job, but I kept that thought to myself as well.
âWell, I couldnât think of anything, so I finally asked him. I was pretty surprised by his answer. He said he wanted a threesome; you know, sex with me and another girl. I really didnât know what to say.â
âWhat do you think? Are you going to do it?â I asked. My first thought was that it was a way for John to get some outside pussy without feeling guilty or getting into trouble with Sylvia. Again, I kept that to myself.
âIâve thought about it for quite a while. I was a little leery of the idea at first. Iâve played kissy face and feely with another woman, but, I have never actually had sex with another woman. So, I thought about that. You know, the woman would have to be very special. She would want to have sex with me, and I would want to have sex with her. And of course, it is for John, so he would have to want to fuck her, too. Of course, guys will fuck almost anything with a hole, so thatâs not that tough.
âI finally decided I would do it if I could come up with the right woman.
âYou remember Donna, the dyke in research? I know that she wants to have sex with me. She tried to feel me up at the last office Christmas party. But I couldnât imagine myself touching her. Sheâs kind of ugly and she wears those lumber-jack shirts all the time. And, I donât think John would want to fuck her, either.
âThen I thought about Karen, from the law office across the hall. She is hot. Great tits, sweet ass. She always dresses so sexy. And she is so smart. Sheâs way smarter than all those uptight lawyers. Now her, I would fuck. Then I remembered that John met her once and hated her. She was none too impressed with him either. He said that she âthoughtâ she was smarter than anyone else, which meant she was smarter than he. And she said he was an ignorant asshole.
âThen there is Susan in advertising. Sheâs blonde with really big tits and claims to have her way with men. Sheâs sexy enough that I think I could fuck her, and I know that John would jump her bones in half a second. Then I began to think that might be the problem. I caught her trying to kiss him in the bathroom at Ruthieâs cookout last summer. She had her knee in his crotch and her hands all over his bare chest. Now, he might like that too much. I am not interested in setting him up with a mistress.
âNo, I needed someone that I wanted to fuck and someone that he would be happy fucking. But that person couldnât be so interested in fucking either one of us that they would get carried away.
âSo, you know who I came up with?â Sylvia asked.
âNo idea,â I replied.
âYou,â she answered simply. I had absolutely no reply. I suppose I looked shocked.
âClose your mouth, itâs not becoming,â she said. âDonât you see? I love you and you love me. Youâve had sex with a woman, so you will help me. I have always loved your little body, and I could tell in the bathroom that you liked my new tits. John is always flirting with you, and he has talked about you in sexy ways before. Heâd be pretty happy fucking you. I know you care for him that much, but I think you might enjoy fucking him. His dick isnât that long, but it is really fat. He spreads my pussy lips and can get me off in just a few strokes if Iâm not pissed off at him. Come on, Mikie. Youâll have fun. What do you say?â
I really didnât know what to say. She was right. I would have absolutely no problem fucking her and her new tits. Hell, Iâd have fucked her and her old tits. She was also right that I didnât like John much. He wasnât really my type. Of course, I do like a thick dick. She was a dear friend. And I knew that he would never be cheating on her with me, although I didnât guarantee I wouldnât fuck her again without him. Still I was somewhat reluctant.
âIt is against my better judgement, but Iâll do it. Just for you. But we have got to plan. I absolutely do not want him to know in advance that I am going to have sex with him. It has to be a surprise,â I said.