I was desperate to fuck my roommate Lucy. Lucy with the long dark hair and candy-pink lips. She had the most luscious body. A set of fat D-cup titties, a trim little waist, and a beautifully rounded bottom. She was a Hooters waitress, for fuck's sake.
I knew from living with her that she shaved her cunt totally bald. And I could tell from listening to her get fucked (we have thin walls in our apartment) that she was a good little slut when she wanted to be.
I wanted her to be
my good
little slut, and I knew she wanted me, too, even though she'd recently caught me blowing her boyfriend.
I just knew she had some dyke in her. I saw her looking through my bra drawer once, and once I spied on her in her bedroom as she sniffed a pair of panties and fingered herself. I found out later they were my panties. Her browser history was chock-full of "lesbian" and "big tits" searches.
I masturbated to Lucy constantly. The thought of her sitting on my face, her ripe peach of a cunt creaming all over my lips as she came for me, got me off every time. I wanted to kiss her beautiful lips as I fingered her to orgasm. I wanted to get on top of her and jam my huge tits into her mouth, one at a time, feeling her soft, girly tongue swirling around my nipples, making them hard. I wanted to play with dildos and strap-ons. I wanted to get into a 69 and eat each other's assholes out. There's nothing I didn't want to do with Lucy.
I just needed a way to make it happen. We flirted a lot but I was terrified she'd freak if I made a move on her. In my experience, a lot of would-be dykes get freaked out at the idea that they might be lesbians. I've missed out on some hot pussy because of it.
Fortunately for me, Lucy was in massage school, and had recently reached the stage in her coursework where she needed to practice on real subjects. Of course I volunteered.
*****
"Okay, I need to start with your shoulders and neck," Lucy said. "Can you just sit in this chair and pull your hair up?" I did as she asked.
"Hmm..." she continued. "Do you have a tube top or something? I need your shoulders and neck to be totally bare."
I saw my opportunity. "No, I don't have anything like that," I lied. "Sorry. If it doesn't bother you, I could just take my top and bra off, though. Same difference."
I saw her eyes widen slightly as she nodded yes. "Okay. After all, it is just us girls tonight!" She giggled nervously.
Just us girls, indeed
, I thought.
I sat in the chair and made a show of getting topless. I whipped my tank top over my head and let my enormous breasts wobble and undulate in their big lace bra, then I reached between my breasts and unclasped it. I slowly pulled the cups away from the creamy flesh of my natural 34H tits, looking down to admire them as I exposed my pink nipples. My cunt gushed as I heard Lucy draw in her breath sharply.
She moved around to the back of me and I sat there, my massive jugs jutting proudly forward, extending nearly a foot from my chest. They were slightly pointed and very buoyant for their size, peaked with rosy half-dollar sized nipples. My nipples hardened almost painfully as Lucy put her hands on my shoulders and began to rub.
Her skills were undeniable. She massaged my oiled-up neck and shoulders for half an hour, cooing occasionally, asking me if I liked it. I moaned my responses. I was insanely wet and had a pretty good feeling Lucy was, too. She'd pulled my head back against her chest, so that it rested between her fat breasts, and I wished like hell she would take her top off.
After about 45 minutes of her decadent rubbing, Lucy spoke. "I can't believe how busty you are," she said quietly. "I mean, I knew they were big, but I had no idea. How big are they?"
I cupped my breasts and squeezed them together, laughing. "As of now, they're a 34H. But they're kind of spilling out over the sides of my bras lately. I might need to get measured for a bigger size."