"I'm off!" Debra called out to Francis as she was putting on her shoes.
Francis poked his head up from the couch where he was laying watching Saturday morning cartoons. It being Saturday was a matter of course. "Where you off to?"
"Small thing at the office. Then it's lunch with the ladies from Zumba." She casually straightened her hair in the mirror by the door. "So don't wait up, and don't just stay in watching TV."
"I won't. Me and Maddie got something planned." He sat up a bit straighter, resting his back on the couch arm.
Debra paused in her preparations and looked over at Francis. "Something?" letting the question linger in her voice.
Francis could tell what type of question it was. "I have honestly no idea. She said that I should keep my schedule free is all."
She gave her son a quite direct mom stare. "Well you two stay safe. I don't want to get a call from the police later."
He waved at his mom. "I wouldn't worry, probably just going to hang out is all."
Debra just shook her head. "I'm going then. Have fun 'hanging'." And walked out the door.
Francis watched his mother through the window as she stepped down to the driveway and walked to her car. He listened intently as the engine started up and slowly became quieter as it drove away.
Quick as his mildly injured leg would allow him, He hobbled back into his room. Maddie's over enthusiastic hug from yesterday had made itself known with a bit of swelling that morning. When he got into his room he got his phone out and texted Maddie. "She's gone."
It took a few minutes for Maddie's text reply. "Going for a run ;)"
Francis turned his attention to the top of his dresser. There was nothing much on it to the casual eye. Just a flat T-shirt and some old comic book memorabilia that still brought a tiny hint of a smile to his lips as he recalled their stories.
Before his very eyes, he watched as the flat T-shirt started to move. It started small, just the smallest of bumps around the edges. But quickly it ballooned outwards. Shaking in place for a bit then settling.
Francis plucked the shirt away. There, now revealed, were Maddie's awesome tits. The delightfully plump milky white rounds topped with pink nubs were now sat on his dresser.
He picked up the breasts and brought them over to his bed. Laying down, getting comfy, propping his head up with a pillow, and then laying those breasts on his stomach within easy reach.
Francis tapped on Maddie's sternum to get her attention.
She reached through the hole and made a little space to peek through. "What?"
He looked down through the valley of Maddie's tits and through the space she was holding open. "Just wanted to wish you good luck on your run, and let me know if you need anything."
"I need a new set of legs." Maddie whined a bit. "Today's going to be more of a walk than run. Yesterday took a lot out of me."
"You know I've told you that you don't need to change." Francis reminded her.
"Yeah yeah. Still doesn't mean I don't want to do this." The tiny hole prevented him from reading much of Maddie's expression. "Keep my tits safe, and get a water bottle ready for me." She let the hole close.
If that wasn't what best friends were for, then Francis had no idea what best friends even were. Of course he would keep his girlfriends tits safe. Safely within arms reach at all times. It's was just the right thing to do.
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He relaxed back onto his bed. The day was just starting and he had something soft to massage. Life was hard, boobs were soft. This right here was the best kind of morning.
His hands were filled with soft tit flesh. Smooth skin that were overflowing from between his fingers. Maddie's nipples were there at the peak but not yet hard. Something that he was hell bent on fixing.
Francis started with gentle squeezes. Alternating left and right, he pressed his digits deep into her. The pliant skin giving way to his strong grip.
Moving on to rubbing and stroking next. The gentle caresses he was using were amazing under his palms. Really getting a feel for how soft her skin felt. Those delightful mammaries having always been kept out of the sun was skin perfected.
A few minutes of this and Francis started to feel the warmth from Maddie increase. A slight blush started to begin on her skin. His questing hands were eliciting that expected sensation from her.
As her heat rose, so did the vigour with which he touched her. Squeezing a bit harder, rubbing with a bit more intensity, he worked his fingers just a bit more. Pressing in with waves as if he was pressing keys on a keyboard.
Visibly to his eyes, Francis watched as Maddie's nipples began to harden. The pink nubs expanding that tiny fraction of an amount. Coming to full stiffness at the peak of the mountain. They were just begging for attention right then.
So he brought his finger and thumb together in a pinch. Capturing her nipples within, he slowly rolled it around the pad of his thumb. The stiffness he thought was there before suddenly increased a tiny amount more.
Francis took the time to play with those nipples fully right then. Tugging them up to allow them to fall back into the breast causing it to jiggle slightly in rebound. Pulling them forward and down which upon release made very satisfying wave motions. The final one being separation, dragging them outward, which when let go made a soft clapping sound as Maddie's breasts bounced together on each other.
He could feel the heat coming from her even more now. She was also starting to perspire a little bit. He had been playing for a few minutes by this point, and her walk or run had been going on for the same amount of time. Good on her for doing the actual work required from the exercise.
With the thought of Maddie trying her hardest running out there, Francis couldn't help himself by simulating things for a bit. He grasped at the underneath portion of her and bounced her boobs back and forth on his stomach. Attempting to mimic the jiggle of her running at different paces.
Slow plodding steps were tiny jiggles. Playing hopscotch were sudden and infrequent drops. Frantic running was alternating left and right, almost flapping in motion. He giggled with a school boys fascination.
Francis was suddenly caught by a stray train of thought. What was that song? The one where people were running, like in the Olympics? Super old too. He furrowed his brow in concentration. This would be gnawing at him for a while longer.
All the while he was concentrating, wracking his brains about what it could be, his hands still had a mind of their own. Squeezing and massaging Maddie's tits. There was a general desire just to feel them back in the lizard part of his brain that just wouldn't stop.
His own arousal crowded out the thoughts of what that song was called eventually. The general pawing his hands had been doing became a bit more purposeful. Even going so far as to give her nipples a few hard pinches.
Francis reached for two places. The first for his pants. It being Saturday morning still, he had on loose pyjama bottoms. Those he pulled low and released his hard-on from it's cloth prison. That dick fit nicely into Maddie's valley.
