I have been writing about Amanda's and my sex lives for the past couple of years. Although I offered her the opportunity to read these stories before I posted any of them, she hadn't read any of them until recently. After she read them all, she made some interesting revelations to me.
What interested her the most about the stories was my reference to wondering if any of her high school dates ever got a chance to play with her boobs. She informed me not only did her dates get to work her boobs over, she made sure they did. In fact she said I was the one that waited the longest to get a handful. In dances at that time, the favorite of the boys were the slow dances. This created the opportunity to have a girl's boobs mashed up against their chest. Amanda said she made sure during the slow dances to push her boobs firmly against the guy she was dancing with. If the lights were low enough she'd usually move the guy's hand to at least get a good feel of side boob and whenever possible she'd twist her body around to be sure the guy's hand slid around for a full grasp of one boob or the other. It didn't take long for the guys to figure out Amanda's boobs were readily available. Usually one slow dance was all it took.
After the dance it wasn't unusual to head out of town to some back road and pull over and make out. Often Amanda would have her bra off before the car stopped. Although she never had sex with any of her dates she often had bruises and bite marks all over her boobs and she made sure the marks were in areas that wouldn't be visible to her parents. She would usually masturbate vigorously as soon as she got home.
I tried hard to be a gentleman when I was dating Amanda and even though we danced many times, including slow dances, I always assumed any contact I had with her boobs was accidental and I never took advantage of the opportunities when they were presented. We dated for almost a year before I got a full handful although it was accidental.
I also learned that a few years later, when we were in college, we had a nursing baby and were living in married student housing. I was working the evening shift at a local fast food restaurant. I usually worked four nights per week from 5:00 - midnight, or until 1:00 AM on weekends. After we'd been there for about a year, a good friend of mine, Brad, needed a place to stay. The apartment he'd been living in had some broken pipes and he asked to stay with us for about 4-6 weeks. We had a hide-a-bed in our living room that he could use so we said no problem.
Amanda informed me that the first night that I went to work after Brad had moved in, she was watching TV in the living room and Brad was doing homework in the kitchen. She needed to nurse the baby so she pulled out her boobs and started nursing the baby. She was in her own house and didn't even think of covering up. She hadn't even thought about Brad being in the house. When Brad finished his homework he came into the living room and was startled to see Amanda's boobs out with the baby sucking on one. He immediately said excuse me and headed back into the kitchen. Amanda helped out, I'm the one that should be sorry, don't be embarrassed, come on back in and watch TV. Brad came back and sat down to watch TV.
The living room was small with the hide-a-bed (couch) and one recliner. Amanda was on one end of the couch and the recliner was right next to her. Bread chose to sit in the recliner. As much as he tried to just watch TV, he kept peeking over at Amanda's boobs. Finally the baby was asleep and Amanda took him to the bedroom. When she returned she pulled her shirt down over her boobs and returned to the living room. The size of her boobs made it easy to tell she wasn't wearing a bra as her boobs swung back and forth under her shirt. As she sat back down on the couch her boobs bounced and jiggle even more. She then engaged in some meaningless conversation with Brad.
Brad kept glancing at her boobs realizing there was no bra and visualizing what he had seen earlier. Amanda noticed his distraction, and realized she was getting turned on from his attention. The more he looked, the more she was turned on.
Finally Amanda asked Brad if he'd like something to drink and some popcorn. He said yes please and she got up and with her boobs jiggling and swaying went into the kitchen. When she returned Brad's attention was clearly focused on her boobs. She intentionally leaned over to hand Brad his popcorn and beer giving him a nice look down her shirt. He couldn't get a full look at her boobs because they were too big to be seen by just looking down her shirt. She then sat on the other end of the couch and placed both her feet on the couch. Now she was able to keep an eye on Brad and see how often and how long Brad was looking. From this viewpoint she caught him looking more times, with each look lingering longer and with more concentration.
Amanda now started to slowly spread her legs. Initially it was slight but the more she noticed Brad looking at her the farther she spread her legs. Soon Brad quit even pretending to watch TV and split his attention between her boobs and her spread legs.
Finally Amanda said she was sorry she made Brad uncomfortable by nursing the baby in front of him, he replied no problem. They were both trying to decide how or what the next step should be. They were both getting turned on, but neither one had been in this position before. They were waiting to see what would happen next, and neither one was sure if the next step should heat things up or cool things down. Finally Brad said "what's going on here", Amanda replied I'm not sure, but let's let things cool off for tonight and we can think about it and see how we feel in a few days.
They went on to their own beds, Brad on the couch and Amanda in the bedroom. I got home a little after midnight, none the wiser.
The next two evenings I didn't have to work so after dinner Brad and I studied in the kitchen (we had a couple of the same classes) and Amanda took care of the baby in the living room. This time when she was nursing him she was careful to cover herself with a baby blanket.
