Mandy was at first unsure how she and Alice would get along after the intimate moment they shared, but her worries turned out to be unfounded. It was as if the two women helped each other through a joint problem -- in this case, the problem of finding sexual release -- and could now really count on each other. In the days that followed, Alice and Many texted daily and actually met to lounge around at the building pool.
Their conversations were more intimate as well. Although the two women still focused mainly on the everyday topics they had always chatted about, they also sometimes sprinkled in sexual matters.
Alice seemed to see Mandy as a valuable confidant for sharing her journey of sexual self-empowerment. Alice and her husband's martial sex had never been better, and the voluptuous woman was on a mission: She was going to use her God-given endowments and her newfound confidence to take the physical side of her marriage to the next level. More concretely, her immediate goal was making her husband blow his load on her tits. Mandy would have considered the whole situation comical if it wasn't for Alice's mild embarrassment that she hadn't done so already.
"I should be able to do this..." Alice would chide herself in her conversations with Mandy.
In contrast to Alice, Mandy didn't have anything current to share when it came to sexual topics. She had no boyfriend and no prospects. Her contributions were limited to words of encouragement for Alice and humorous outcries about the misery of her own lonesome situation.
Such was the case about a couple of weeks after the intimate mutual climax at Alice's apartment. On a sunny afternoon, Mandy was lounging by the building pool. The athletic woman got up off her pool chair and stretched her arms, soaking in the sun. She was wearing blue running shorts, a pink short-sleeve baselayer, and flip-flops. As she relaxed back in her seat she noticed none other than Casper arrive at the pool. This time, however, he had a date.
Mandy immediately went into surveillance mode. She was wearing dark shades, so she was reasonably sure neither Casper nor his date would be able to spot her looking on. To be on the safe side, she picked up a magazine she had brought with her and pretended to read through it.
He was wearing a white t-shirt, beige khakis, and sneakers, demonstrating his spaghetti thin body. But the first thing she noticed about Casper's date was what she lacked -- tits! After eavesdropping on Casper's deepest fantasies from across the wall in the laundry room, she was taken aback that he would not go for a busty girl. Instead, his date was a nice looking but flat-chested redhead.
The two of them had a conversation for a few minutes. Casper seemed engaged. Mandy was really surprised. After all the commotion about tits, this is the girl he chose to date? She felt like she knew what got this guy off, and this redhead, nice as she seemed, wasn't it. She was dumbfounded.
After a few minutes the redhead got up to leave. She let Casper give her a peck on the cheek. Nice, but not spectacular, Mandy thought.
Casper stayed behind to close up his bag and then turned to leave the pool as well. Mandy noticed that on his path out he was going to walk by her lounge chair.
Curiosity was killing her. Here was a guy who unwittingly instigated one of the most erotic experiences she's ever had with anyone by loudly orgasming to a fantasy of Alice's huge breasts, and now he's dating a woman who has no chest to speak of?
She needed to investigate. But how to get his attention? She acted quickly.
As Casper passed by Mandy suddenly got up from her chair, colliding into him.
They rocked back and forth a bit, until Casper held on to Mandy to make sure she didn't fall.
"I'm sorry, I didn't see you! I'm such a klutz!" Mandy said, as Casper let her go.
"That's okay," he replied.
"Hey, you're Casper, right? I bet you don't remember when we first met."
"Yup, that's me -- and I do remember! We met as little kids when we did activities at the Y."
'The Y' was the local YMCA where many of the building's kids did extra-curricular activies. Mandy was surprised that Casper remembered their joint time there many years ago, because they did not exchange a word. In fact, she was surprised she remembered their time together at the Y.
"Good memory!" Mandy exclaimed. They exchanged a few pleasantries, politely asking how things were going and acknowledging that everything was going well.
"I hope I'm not making you late for your date -- seemed like you two hit it off," Mandy said, referring to the redhead. She was being direct, which was risky. But she wanted some answers.
"Oh, that's okay, she was just leaving for home" Casper said, somewhat quietly.
"She seems like a nice person, and really very attractive." Kind of direct, again. At some point Mandy feared that this line of conversation would start feeling weird for Casper.
"She is, thanks, ah...I guess, yeah, she's attractive." Yup, starting to get weird. Casper didn't quite know how to respond. He seemed uncomfortable. He was preparing to open his mouth again, dangerously close to excusing himself.
Mandy needed to know more, and this boy was clamming up.
"Oh, don't be shy, I know an attractive woman when I see one..." she then leaned closer to Casper and uttered a sentence that surprised herself as much as it shocked Casper:
"I don't know if you know this, but I'm a lesbian."
This was absolutely crazy, and very much untrue. Mandy was very attracted to men, and especially so in her current deprived state. She liked her men athletic, muscular, and well-hung. At her current lonesomeness, even Casper was starting to look attractive, even though he lacked the first two of those three qualities. His girth, of course, she had no direct knowledge about.
"Oh..oh!" Casper was at a loss for words. Understandably so, Mandy thought. So she helped him it out, telling him that as a lesbian he could completely confide in her because she was an experienced surveyor of women and she could give him her unbiased opinions without any self-interest or pretense. After all, she and he did not travel in the same circles, romantically speaking. Or something. Mandy was winging it.
After a few minutes of awkward conversation, Casper was beginning to loosen up a bit. Like all men (Mandy thought), he was intrigued by the mere mention of lesbianism. She also guessed that her being so forward about it was a little bit arousing for him. Nothing like physical arousal to help an awkward man overcome his discomfort and start talking. As the conversation continued, the two sat down at adjoining lounge chairs by the pool.
Then she lowered the next boom, continuing their conversation about what's attractive about women. She framed it as an example of her providing a valuably unbiased opinion.
"Let me give you an example of someone who I think is absolutely drop-dead gorgeous, just a perfect body, perfect everything."
Casper was eager to hear. As a benchmark for unbiased evaluations, of course.
"You know Alice Clark from the 11th floor?"
Mandy paused a moment to gauge Casper's reaction. As if she needed to. His whole body seemed to stand at attention at the mention of Alice's name. She wondered if he was getting a hard-on by the mere mention of Alice's name. She couldn't really look right now but she had an inkling that coupled with her lesbian aura, there was a good chance he was sporting a woody.
"Well, she is just beautiful. I love her toned body, her hair, just her whole being..."
"Yeah..." Casper said, seeming to try to think of something to say.
Mandy was not going to stop now. She leaned closer to Casper, and whispered, "I've been hanging out with her quite a bit this summer and let me tell you, that rack, I mean give me a break...some girls get all the luck."
Casper practically gulped at those words, and Mandy couldn't help but laugh out loud. Worried that this might scare Casper off, she quickly patted him on the back in the chummiest way she knew how and said, "but hey, it depends what you prefer. Some people are all about the boobs, but judging by your date you seem to like them smaller."
The suggestion that Casper wasn't a boob-man shocked the young man to the core. He could not let such a blatantly false statement stand. He played right into Mandy's provocation. "No! I actually AM a boob-man..." he quickly said, and immediately regretted it. Mandy almost erupted in laughter again. The poor guy. If he could make a hole in the ground open up and eat him up right now, he would.
"Oh that's surprising, I thought..." Mandy made sure to put on her most dumbfounded face. "Oh ok."
