"Cannonball!"
Ka-Boom
The boy hit the water, his knees pulled tight to his chest, splashing Sadie and her friend Joey.
"You're a fuck, Josh!" Joey shrieked even though the boy was under water and could not hear her shouts.
Sadie sucked in a deep breath and trembled momentarily when the icy cold water soaked her back.
Shit
, she thought.
I've gotta keep my back to the river so that no one will see that I don't have any nipples on these monsters I've created under my tee shirt.
Sadie didn't have breasts like her female companions.
Hell
, she admitted to herself on many occasions,
I didn't have breasts as big as my chubby male friends.
Inside her head the idea of being the flattest female on the beach cast her as the weakest woman in the chorus line. The embarrassment of her boyish physique always pushed her to the edges of the crowd, her insecurities rearing up whenever she caught sight of her figure in profile. Her chest looked like a young boy's: flat and featureless save the small pink nipples. And that tugged at her heart.
Hours of exercise, gobs of creams and lotions, Far Eastern mantras, well meant speeches about 'being yourself,' and buckets of tears had no noticeable effect on her bust and implants cost more than she made in a year working at her crappy job. It made her heart ache some nights.
Everything else on me is okay
, she thought as she wept herself to sleep some nights,
why couldn't I have just a little bit?
At last, Sadie tried a new approach: a deception with a new group of people. The lie she was playing made her feel sad but the boost to her confidence outweighed her regrets.
Everybody in her new circle of friends drooled over her fake tits, drinking in the shear mass of them: everybody but Billy. Sadie thought Billy was the most exciting male of the bunch. Dark haired and brooding, Sadie thought he was smart, sarcastic and more than a little detached from the group, but the harder she tried to impress him the less he seemed to notice her. It didn't matter to her, now. With her fake knockers in place she had plenty of other male attention.
The weather started to turn cool that afternoon and the other girls began to wrap their arms around their ample breasts to hide the nipples that stood proudly above the mounds of flesh they carried so proudly.
"Fuck," Joey barked. "I hate it when it when my nips boink out like this."
"Wha?" Sadie intoned only half listening to her friend.
"My nips... It hurts like a mother-fucker when they crank up like this. Doesn't it hurt yours when you get a chill?"
"Of course," Sadie responded quickly, maybe too quickly she thought. "It hurts everybody," she added to cover her tracks.
Joey nodded and then massaged her erect nipples through the lycra material of her swimsuit twisting them back and forth savagely. Joey sucked in a deep breath as she did.
"But,
that
feels so fuckin' good, it's worth it."
Sadie just nodded fighting back tears. She had always been so self-conscious that she would never allow a guy to touch her chest much less fondle her featureless physique.
"Hey, Billy. Wanna warm up my nipples," Joey shouted pointedly at the dark man. He glanced up but continued digging for undiscovered treasures buried in the sand. Sam, the dork, scrambled up the dune and stood before Joey panting.
"I'll do it," he yapped enthusiastically.
"Fuck off, Sam!"
Joey treated most men with a certain disdain but she always focused first on Billy when it came time to tease the opposite sex. Joey had a lot of boyfriends. A lot more than Sadie ever had, but Sadie had never tried to lure boys into her web with the promise of carnal delights.
Sam, the dork, turned towards Sadie now.
"Do you need anything, Sadie? I mean anything?"
Sadie felt she was reaping the rewards that possessing well-formed teats in a world which placed such a premium on outward appearances could offer.
"Fuck... off, Sam!" Joey snapped cruelly.
Sam blushed and scurried down the dune back towards the rest of the group. Sadie had been hanging around this gang of people for about six months and in that time she managed to avoid: two skinny dip parties and one 'group grope.' She wasn't sure how much longer she could go unnoticed as a woman with apparently huge titties that were seemingly untouchable.
Sadie needed to pee after the coolness of the water brought on a chill.
"I gotta pee," Sadie mumbled to Joey as she rose. "Make sure Sam doesn't follow me, okay?"
"Hey, Sam!" Joey yelled just as Sadie disappeared in the bushes along the river's edge. "Come, show me your tiny wienie!"
There was a peal of laughter from the rest of the group and Sadie figured everybody would be otherwise occupied while she relieved herself.
Deep in the reeds and tulles along the top of the bank Sadie slid her shorts down her slim legs and squatted down. A quiet splashing sound was all Sadie could hear above the wind rustling the tall bushes around her.
Sadie stood up looking for something to wipe with. The tulles were covered in a layer of filthy dust and everything else at hand looked about as soft as steel wool.
"Damn it," she muttered.
Sadie pulled her tee shirt over her head, snagging her cloth-padded bathing suit bra. Both pulled over her head as one.
The wadded material encased inside her bra sprang from her ribcage showering into the ground near her feet. Sadie picked through the pile and snapped up an old pair of torn cotton panties to dab at her tender parts. After tossing the panties into the reeds she started to repack her front bumpers. A face outlined in the tulles, just yards away, startled her. The face was staring directly at her, scaring Sadie half to death.
Billy's expression didn't change as Sadie clutched an arm load of panties, tank tops, and wash clothes to her minuscule breasts in hopes of keeping her secret safe. Inside, Sadie wanted to break down and cry. She liked these people but now she'd have to find a new crowd with her secret discovered.
Slowly, the frame of reeds and tulles closed in as Billy's face receded from Sadie's view. Sadie decided she would, at least, exit with dignity. Repacking her bra she made up her mind: when she was declared a fake she would denounce the accusers and Billy as liars and in a fit of indignation, storm off. If any doubts lingered she would simply find another, less inquisitive group to impress with her faux charms.
A fire was roaring on the sand when Sadie finally wandered back. On the edge of the light cast by the blaze Billy sat alone as usual. Sadie eyed him suspiciously. Billy rarely pushed himself into the middle of the group, always seeming to keep a distance. Sadie could not figure out why but now was happier for it.
"Thought you got raped."
Sadie jumped when Joey spoke from behind her.
"Jesus, you scared the shit outta me..." Sadie panted.
"I thought you had to piss."
"Whatever. Just don't sneak up on people." As soon as Sadie said those words she felt her stomach twist into a knot and the picture of Billy's face outlined by reeds and bushes haunted her.
"Hey, Joey?"
"Hm."
Sadie chose her words carefully. "What's with Billy?"
Joey clucked her tongue. "He's a weirdo. Always kinda hanging around on the edges. Whatever we do, he's there... but not really. I don't know," Joey shrugged and stared towards the orange glow in the heart of the fire. "He's kinda cute, but too much trouble. There's plenty of other guys 'round here to fuck." With that Joey sauntered directly behind some hairy gorilla named Vito and slapped both her open palms flat against his ass. Vito jumped slightly and spun around to face Joey.
"Ya wan' soma dis?" The big man slurred through his thick New Jersey accent while he snaked his arms around Joey's slender waist and pulled her tight against his hairy bulk. The sight of it gave Sadie a creepy feeling in her gut. Joey played at being captured briefly and then gave in, plucking at the top button on his shorts with her index finger. Sadie felt she might barf.
It was getting cold and Sadie moved closer to the fire while Joey and the 'Jersey monkey boy' edged off into the darkness for the... hairy unthinkable.
Sadie peered into the flames for a long time.
It isn't fair that some girls have big knockers, so big that they get breast reductions
, she reasoned. Sadie only wanted to feel 'normal.'
When she glanced up again she realized almost everybody had wandered off into the darkness. She scanned the light from the bonfire and noticed few were left behind. The only ones still by the fire were her and Sam, the dork, who sat next to some obese girl, Sadie had never seen before. The girl was listening intently to Sam's stupid story about urinating in the sink at an away football game when he was in high school.
He told everybody that story
, she thought, shaking her head sadly.