But while she was beginning to love the feel of her firm breasts in her palms, it was her nipples that seemed to be much more sensitive. Inspired, perhaps from the movie, she tried pulling her very stiff nipples up until her nubbins slipped from her grasp, eliciting a stronger contraction down below. Next, she was pulling her nips to the side so that her boobs slapped together when they slipped from her fingers, then holding on to her nipples as she wound her breasts in circles as they followed her tightly held nipples. Until... until "Unnggghhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhh, my goodness! Ooooooohhhhh! Crimminey!" Her body nearly crumpled as the waves of ecstasy washed over her. She clutched her boobs tightly, her nipples still throbbing, as she fought to keep her balance.
Needless to say, poor Orv had melted into a puddle. Or, at least, there was a small puddle in front of him, despite his best effort to keep his seed from spilling out of his foreskin. He cleaned up as quickly as he could, then crawled back into bed, his head spinning. Had his mom just had an orgasm? Was that what it was like for a woman?
Truth be told, yes. Her first. And she realized that she had liked it. A lot.
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At school that day, Orv was distracted. Even more distracted than usual. He had discovered that "Ted," whoever he or she was, seemed to know what was in his mind. And Kath's mind. And ... Jane's? How crazy was that??? But, more to the points, he had watched Kath in the shower reaching what, based on his very limited knowledge, seemed likely to have been an orgasm, just by pulling on and playing with her nipples! He had taken sex ed, of course, but it was all centered around males and females, around penises and vaginas, and love and babies. Nipples were for providing milk to babies, as far as he knew from academics. But clearly, Kath's nipples had had other plans in mind!
Of course, he knew that he could orgasm on his own (too many wet dreams to deny that!) but could women climax without a man? And what was this whole deal with the author "Ted," or whatever his or her name was, knowing what was in his mind? And Kath's??? That day, in particular, it was, in a strange way, comforting that everyone knew he was a bit "odd;" when the teacher asked a question, no one raised an eyebrow when it took him three extra seconds to move from visions of Kath's stiff nipples to the answer of some mundane question.
[Sci-Fi Interruption, next five paragraphs]
When it was his group's turn for lunch, his mind was still confused about what was going on with him, and "Ted" and Kath, while also musing about Kath's boobs and nipples. There were two guys in front of him, though, who were talking about some Sci-Fi show - "Star Trek" vaguely filtered into his consciousness. But it wasn't until he heard them talking about some rerun they had both watched when his mind fully tuned in.
"So, this dude, all in 17
th
century regalia, becomes 'aware.' His whole life is a holodeck program, something Data cooked up. You know, like, he's a
hologram
, but he doesn't know it! Thinks he's real flesh and blood. Then he becomes aware of his 'virtual' situation, but tries to figure a way out. He manages to get control of the ship and demand his "freedom' to live out his 'life!' Have you seen that one?"
"No, dude, that sounds far out. [Yeah, I'm old - don't know what Gen Z kids' lingo is!] Hey - that sorta reminds me of the Spock's Brain episode from the original - you know, when he thinks he's breathing and pumping blood, when he's just managing the HVAC and water for that planet? - Sloppy Joe, thanks - I mean, who's to say my brain isn't in a petri dish somewhere, and all that I think I hear, see, smell, feel, and taste isn't some weird experiment with some 'superior being' feeding signals to my neurons to see how I react?"
Orv's mind was spinning. The cafeteria lady called out, "Hello?! Next in line??" twice to get his attention. "Yeah - sloppy joe." "Star Trek?" "Holodeck?" "Data," as a person? "Spock?" While knowing who or what they were might have helped him with context, the concepts were disturbingly familiar. Was
his
brain in a petri dish, while "Ted" manipulated what his senses were telling him?? He pinched himself, then realized that, of course, Ted could have made him do that.
He wandered out into the dining area while affirming to himself that he, Orv, was real, that this was
his
life, and that he would make of it what he would.
As his mind came back to the real world (he assumed), he was at least partly startled to find Jane, sitting alone, catching his eye, and motioning him over to sit with her.
"Hi, Orv, how are you today?" Jane asked innocently. It dawned on Orv that he had not even tried to glance through the gaps in Jan's blouse to see if her nipples were visible through her bra last period. Dang - let's get back to living and taking mental boob pics when I can! And in an instant, his memory turned on the video of Kath having what he guessed was a nipple orgasm. But here was Jane, wearing a tight blouse and sweater, her bosoms bulging. And then there was Kath...
"Um... Hi, Jane. Thanks for saving me a seat. I'm ... alright," was the best that Orv could muster. His face turned red at the thought of his mother rubbing her tits and nipples, a memory that had reverberated through his mind all morning, when he felt Jane's warm, soft, bosom pressing into his left upper arm.
"Well, I hope that what happened yesterday is something that ... that, well, we can put behind us."
Orv needed most of a moment or two to recompute and to try to think along whatever line Jane was thinking. Along the way, he realized that "Ted" could have insights to share. He'd have to dig deeper into Literotica when he got home.
Pulling his thoughts together as best he could, he replied, "Jane, that could have been the most embarrassing moment of my life," his face turning even redder at the memory. "Look - I know that I'm an 'odd duck' - it's been the story of my life. But rather than call me out, you covered for me. I don't know why you did that, but, whatever happens going forward, I am eternally grateful."
Jane was truly touched. "Orv, since I turned 13, I've had boobs. I expect that you might have noticed." I've pined for you since
before
you had boobs, Orv was thinking. "And while having boobs early can be a blessing, it can also be a curse. You have no idea how many guys seem to pay attention to me only because of my tits."
Orv searched for something to say, but when nothing came to mind, Jane continued. "Orv, this may seem sudden, but I feel like you are the only guy who pays attention to me aside from the fact that, from what I hear, I have great tits." Yes, Jane knew she had great tits, but self-deprecation seemed in order here.
Crap! I wish I'd read more of Awakenings! Then I might know what she was thinking! Long pause. "Jane, I've known you from the third grade, long before you started to blossom." (Blossom and bosom - such close relatives!) "You're smart, you're pretty, and, at least based on what happened yesterday, you have real empathy. Yes, you are a very pretty girl, but I like you for what I think you have inside." Pause. With heart in hand, "Might I ask if you have a date for the prom?"
Jane, who had prepped for lunch by removing her bra, slid the side of her cardigan aside to reveal her stiff left nipple. "Take a look, Orv. Does the sight of my nipple give you any ideas?" Her left hand landed on Orv's thigh and drifted north.
Orv's eyes were riveted in a microsecond, his dick rising only slightly slower (dang the delays in physiology!). "Um... geez, Jane! You are so beautiful! But aside from physical beauty, I think that are also beautiful on the inside. I've endured lots of cruel jokes, but I want to believe that this is not one of them. If you really mean it, if that is your true intent, then, yes, it would be my honor to take you to the prom!"
Only a dork would phrase things that way, but from Orv, somehow it was touching. Glancing around to see that no one was watching, Jane lifted Orv's left hand to cup the underside of her left boob. "Orv, while we've been together in the same classes for many years, I feel like I'm just beginning to know you. But yes, I, too, would be honored if you took me to the prom!"
