Thanks Goldeneye! It was quite a trick to edit out the text bubbles that were in there. I think I did a good job on that
Another little story. This is from the second part of my story, which I have yet to get online. Two years ago, when I was still in high school, I was at an All State music convention.
When I was little, we moved around a lot and I made a bunch of friends in a bunch of places, so imagine my surprise that Saturday night, of having one of them recognize me. Her name was Laura, and I hadn't seen her since I was six. So, I'm in the hotels hot tub, just chilling with some friends, and in walks this athletic girl, in a positively indecent bikini - the top was so narrow, you could see just the faintest shadow of aureola both above AND below it. She was stacked. Actually, on this sites scale, she was fairly small, at a big C, small D, but on her 5'4" frame, thin and fit, they looked big, and out of place. PERFECTLY out of place, if you know what I mean. They shouldn't have gone with a girl like her, but man did they ever go WELL.
All of us guys quiet down and watch her walk past, then she looks at us, winks, stops, does a double take and goes, "Flash?"
I look around twice, just to make sure there aren't any other Flashes in the tub, then take a close look... Nothing.
I have a flaky memory, and she knows this, so she takes no offense.
Long story short, fifteen minutes later, my two awesome wingmen have abandoned the tub and pulled alnog my third dumbass friend. Its' just the two of us.
"You know," I say, "I used to have the BIGGEST crush on you."
She smiles. "Really? That's so sweet!"
Laura kisses me on the cheek and takes my hand under the water. From the look on her face, I'd gather she was just being nice to an old friend, but my heart starts opening valves and pumping to places that make me thankful for the bubbles in the pool and the lack of visibility they provide.
For a long time we talk about nothing in particular. Then she stands up real fast, bouncing a great deal. "Oh shit! We had an eleven oclock curfew tonight!"
She's right, of course. These events are always well chaparoned as well. It's twelve fifteen.
But, sometimes (particularly when a busty young woman is being nice to me) I feel a little rebelious... This is one of them.
"Hey, calm down. If they were checking all that closely, they'd have caught us already. Sit down!"
She looks at me doubtful. I pat the edge of the tub. She squints her eyes, wrinkles her nose and smiles at me. "Oh well, what the hell. It's senior year, right?"
"Right."
She sits down - surprising the hell out of me - on my lap which has, thamkfully, calmed. Then she puts her arm around my shoulder and looks at me seriously. "You know, I used to have a crush on you, too."
I close my jaw with a snap. "You did?"
"Oh yeah, you were the cutest little boy."
Some of my blood manages to pump back into my brain and I think, "You haven't seen her in twelve years and you probably won't see her for another twelve after this, take a chance."
But she beats me to it. "You think we should make out? I've always wanted to make out in a hot tub."
Thankfully, that same blood supply hasn't managed to leave yet. Instead of saying anything, I put my hand on her cheek and kiss her.
Here's where it gets good. Ten minutes of fooling around and she suddenly pulls back. She reaches behind her and unties the back of her bikini top. When she pulls it away, I get a good look at the fact that her breasts are definitely bigger - there's a long red line going across her sides from where the string was digging into her.
She leans into me and starts sliding her breasts up and down against me, going from my mouth, down to my chest, and back. Then she smiles, sighs and says, "That's better, isn't it?"
Mucho heavy petting followed, including a LOT of nipple play on my part. Her breasts didn't get any bigger than that initial development, but it had to be a half cupsize, maybe 3/4 of one. Enough to move her from big to great, in my book.
We wrote to each other for a bit, after that little fun event, but have fallen out of touch. Still, we made a promise that I may take her up on. If we're both still single and looking for love when we're twenty five, we'll get together, spend a weekend having mad sex in as many weird places as we can think of, then move on with our lives, repeating the process every year until one of us gets married.
Looking back... it's a damn wonder we didn't get caught...
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