It was a lazy Saturday morning in the Cody breakfast nook. Her husband was working, so it was just Carol, her son, her daughter and Kylie. Carol eyed her daughter's friend with avaricious delight. She marveled at how a young woman as beautiful as Kylie could seem so entirely unaware of the power that beauty gave her and what it inspired in others. Naive, raised in a conservative Christian household, she would be a spectacular conquest.
Carol retreated to her bedroom. Her lust had built to the point of bursting. She couldn't possibly go about the rest of her day without some relief. Standing before a full length mirror she dropped her robe and took in her image. Not bad for a woman on the wrong side of 40, she thought. Sure, there was a bit of a swell to her tummy now, and gravity was just beginning to catch up to "the girls." That was to be expected, given their size and the fact they had fed two children.
She weighed both breasts in her hands, kneading them softly, them letting them drop, feeling their weight bounce back before settling, not sagging. She recalled her teen years, when her development began catching the notice of the men around her. She loved the attention. She had flirted, dared to show as much cleavage as decorum would allow, always loosening a button or two once outside the jurisdiction of her mother's watchful eye.
It wasn't until her freshman year in college that Carol learned the delights of a woman's touch. Her roommate, a cute little A-cup wisp of a woman, had commented many times about Carol's ample bosom. Late one evening Carol was preparing for bed, her breasts jiggling and swaying in their braless state. She saw that Sandy was once again watching her with what seemed to be a lustful gaze. Sandy smiled with embarrassment and broke the silence by admitting her curiosity as to their weight.
Thinking little of it, Carol had pulled off her pajama top and invited Sandy to have a feel for herself. What began as an almost clinical examination quickly became something else. In the dimly lit dorm, sitting close to each other on Carol's bed, Sandy's weighing hands gently caressed the large breasts. Their friendly chatter about budding bodies and boys' attention quieted as Carol's nipples stiffened under Sandy's thumbs. Only the sound of their breathing remained. Sandy's touch was exquisite and Carol was surprised at how sexually charged the situation had become.
"God Sandy, you'd better stop." And Sandy did, just long enough to remove her long t-shirt before pushing Carol to her back and straddling her left thigh. Sandy returned to massaging Carol's breasts and grinding her leg into the very center of Carol's need. Sandy found her arousal overwhelming and ground harder and faster. Carol sensed Sandy's approaching climax and reached her hand between her legs to quicken her own impending orgasm.
Sandy fell forward as the waves began crashing over her, wrapping her arms around Carol, feeling her bare chest cushioned against her, their nipples rubbing together. Neither had imagined that sex with a woman could be so satisfying. They reached their peaks in unison, Carol's hips jerking upwards to meet her partner's thrusts.Her and Sandy rarely slept separately for the rest of that year.
Carol, now laying on her bed, smiled at the memory. Her left hand caressed her breasts as her right worked its way down her stomach where a certain ache cried out for attention. A knock at her bedroom door jolted her out of her bliss. It was her daughter. Work had called. They needed her for the lunch shift. Kylie would hang around until she got back. The mood broken, a frustrated Carol headed for the shower.
Kylie had had a crush on her friend's brother for years. He was tall, strong, handsome, and had a smile that never failed to make her knees weak. He was home on break from college. With her friend gone and Carol indisposed, she finally had an excuse to go hang out with him. Going down to the basement she heard music coming from his room in the far corner, beyond the laundry room. Kylie's heart beat so fast and hard she thought it might burst before she got there. She was not ready for what she saw when she peeked inside the door.
