"So how many guys have you fucked?" Dee asked Connie.
I was a little surprised at the question, but not very much. When teenage girls get together they are bound to talk about boys. And when the girls are the three of us, it's likely to get personal.
Dee, Connie, and myself (Allison) were at Dee's house. We were making use of her swimming pool and our new bikinis. Not swimming much. Mostly standing in the shallow end, staying wet and talking. Our Senior year was done. High school was over. Nothing to do now but wait for college to start, where we could really start having fun. School had been over for a couple weeks, but this was the first time we had really gotten together since then. It was early summer, late afternoon, and three 18 year old girls with nothing to do but relax, swim, and talk about sex.
Connie wasn't shocked by the question. She was silently counting. Counting for quite a while, making a show of it. Finally she looked at us and smiled. "Three."
"Three?" Dee asked. "Why did you take so much time to count?"
"Just messing with you," Connie laughed. "You know about two of them. Then there was also Craig."
"Craig?" I asked. "You mean Craig Lewis? No, not Craig Lewis." He was a strange little kid that we put up with, but had few friends.
"Yeah," she said. "Not long ago, either. Hey, I was horny, he was there. I felt sorry for him.... Did I mention I was horny?"
"Oh, Connie.' Dee sounded disappointed. "With a body like yours you can get lots of guys. Certainly better than Craig."
"You should talk," Connie countered. "You have a great body. Especially your tits. Any guy would give his left nut to fuck you!"
We laughed at her description, but knew it was true. Well, maybe not a nut, but it was almost true. Dee had really big breasts, and had since eighth grade. Boys were often all over her, paying her lots of attention, trying to get laid or at least fantasizing about it.
Dee laughed. "Guys will fuck anything. At least any of us. Just look at Allison. She is such a baby doll. We all have things guys want. We just should have made more use of our opportunities."
We laughed, because we often confessed to how horny we were at times. But we were 'good girls.' Well, mostly.
Dee said I was a baby doll because I looked so young. I was short, thin, and had a baby face. It seemed I attracted the attention of lots of older men, who liked the idea of seducing a young, innocent girl. But guys my age - well, a lot of them seemed to want an older girl. or one that had bigger boobs. Mine were not nearly as big as Dee's. Or Connie's, for that matter.
"When I get to college, I'm going to be a slut," Connie laughed. "I'll let lots of guys use my body any way they want."
"Ooooh. That sounds so naughty," said Dee. "You're getting me hot. Let's get some guys over here and go topless. Drive 'em crazy."
"Oh, yeah," I chimed in, laughing. Then a little more serious I asked, "Would you really go topless?"
"Oh, yeah." Dee answered. "I'm horny and ready to fuck. I'll show these puppies to anyone if it'll help."
We all laughed at her language and her thoughts. Still, I was curious. "Really?" I asked.
Dee reached up and slipped her top off, to our surprise. We gasped, then applauded.
"Holy shit, Dee! I can't believe you did that." I said.
Connie stared with an open mouth. "Those are gorgeous. So big."
Dee smiled, enjoying the attention. Then to Connie she said, "Yours aren't that much smaller than mine, you know."
Connie laughed. "No, they're not nearly as nice as yours."
"Let's see!" I nearly squealed, excitedly. We had been having too much fun, and I sounded like it.
Connie blushed and hesitated, but we clamored at her until she reached behind her and undid her top. I watched as it slid off, exposing her breasts for us.
"Ohh, nice!" I said. They were well-shaped, with huge areolas and large nipples. Connie seemed to fight with herself to keep her arms from covering them up.
"They are great," Dee said.
"Not nearly as big as yours," she answered.
"Almost," Dee shot back. "And your nipples are humungous!"
We all laughed at that, still staring at Connie's boobs. I didn't notice when they began looking at me, then staring. I finally saw them.
"What?" I asked.
"You are overdressed, young lady!" Connie joked.
"Off with it!" Dee added.
I was surprised. Shocked even. I hadn't even thought of me taking my top off when Dee did it, or even when Connie did it. As I began to think of a response, I realized that there wasn't a good reason why I shouldn't. They were topless, and there was no one else there.
"Mine are so small compared to you two. Who would want to see them?" I was trying to ward off their interest, but knew it was in vain. They started cheering me on and so I began to remove it. Truthfully, I noticed a little chill up my spine. I was getting excited at the idea of exposing myself, even if it was just among us friends.
As my top dropped off my chest, both girls cheered, and I noticed little gasps as well.
"Fuck, Allison, you're awesome!" Dee exclaimed.
"What?" I was shocked at her comment. I wasn't half as big as she was, and she was calling me awesome?
"Geez, Allie," Connie added. "How do you do that?"
I must have looked totally confused, because I was. What were they talking about? I started getting self-concious as I looked at them questioningly. Dee finally gave me an idea of what they meant.
"They are so firm. They stick straight out. No sag at all," she said.
I laughed nervously. "That's because they are so small." I countered.
"No, they're not," said Connie. "They aren't THAT small. What are they? B cups? If they were tiny titties they could stay that high on your chest, but you seem to defy gravity."
"They look fake!" Dee blurted out. Then she laughed at my expression and added, "I know they're not, sweetie, but that's how they look."
"Are they real?" Connie asked.
"YES!" I exclaimed. "Of course they are!"
"Okay, okay, I know," Connie laughed. "But how do they stand out like that?"
"I don't know." I was a little embarrassed. Always had been. My breasts had always stuck straight out from my chest. I almost felt like it was a physical defect. I loved them when I was dressed. I had terrific cleavage for such small breasts, with definite space between them. But I was always shy - and careful - in the showers. Now, with my friends showing such interest and obvious approval of them, I began to feel just a little proud.
"Oh, my God, I am so jealous," exclaimed Dee. "I've seen boys staring at your chest. Imagine what they would say if they knew they looked like this."
Connie asked, "How many boys have seen these, hmmm? I mean naked. I'll bet they loved them."
That question embarrassed me a bit, and the answer surprised even me. I couldn't think of anybody.