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.