I was a little surprised at the question, but not very much. When teenage girls get together they are bound to talk about boys. And when the girls are the three of us, it's likely to get personal.
Dee, Connie, and myself Allison were at Dee's house. We were making use of her swimming pool and our new bikinis. Mostly standing in the shallow end, staying wet and talking.
Our Senior year was done. High school was over. Nothing to do now but wait for college to start, where we could really start having fun. School had been over for a couple weeks, but this was the first time we had really gotten together since then.
It was early summer, late afternoon, and three 18 year old girls with nothing to do but relax, swim, and talk about sex. Connie wasn't shocked by the question. She was silently counting. Counting for quite a while, making a show of it. Finally she looked at us and smiled. Then there was also Craig. No, not Craig Lewis. Hey, I was horny, he was there. I felt sorry for him Did I mention I was horny?
Certainly better than Craig. Any guy would give his left nut to fuck you! Well, maybe not a nut, but it was almost true. Dee had really big breasts, and had since eighth grade. Boys were often all over her, paying her lots of attention, trying to get laid or at least fantasizing about it.
At least any of us. Just look at Allison. She is such a baby doll. We all have things guys want. We just should have made more use of our opportunities. But we were 'good girls. Dee said I was a baby doll because I looked so young.
I was short, thin, and had a baby face. It seemed I attracted the attention of lots of older men, who liked the idea of seducing a young, innocent girl. But guys my age - well, a lot of them seemed to want an older girl. Mine were not nearly as big as Dee's. Or Connie's, for that matter. That sounds so naughty," said Dee. Let's get some guys over here and go topless. Then a little more serious I asked, "Would you really go topless?
I'll show these puppies to anyone if it'll help. Still, I was curious. Dee reached up and slipped her top off, to our surprise. We gasped, then applauded.
I can't believe you did that. Connie stared with an open mouth. Then to Connie she said, "Yours aren't that much smaller than mine, you know. We had been having too much fun, and I sounded like it. Connie blushed and hesitated, but we clamored at her until she reached behind her and undid her top. I watched as it slid off, exposing her breasts for us.
They were well-shaped, with huge areolas and large nipples. Connie seemed to fight with herself to keep her arms from covering them up. I didn't notice when they began looking at me, then staring. I finally saw them. I hadn't even thought of me taking my top off when Dee did it, or even when Connie did it. As I began to think of a response, I realized that there wasn't a good reason why I shouldn't.
They were topless, and there was no one else there. Who would want to see them? They started cheering me on and so I began to remove it.
Truthfully, I noticed a little chill up my spine. I was getting excited at the idea of exposing myself, even if it was just among us friends. As my top dropped off my chest, both girls cheered, and I noticed little gasps as well. I wasn't half as big as she was, and she was calling me awesome? What were they talking about? I started getting self-concious as I looked at them questioningly. Dee finally gave me an idea of what they meant.
They stick straight out. No sag at all," she said. If they were tiny titties they could stay that high on your chest, but you seem to defy gravity. Then she laughed at my expression and added, "I know they're not, sweetie, but that's how they look.
My breasts had always stuck straight out from my chest. I almost felt like it was a physical defect. I loved them when I was dressed.
I had terrific cleavage for such small breasts, with definite space between them. But I was always shy - and careful - in the showers. Now, with my friends showing such interest and obvious approval of them, I began to feel just a little proud. Imagine what they would say if they knew they looked like this.
I'll bet they loved them. I couldn't think of anybody. That was certainly true. We both had cum while Dee and Sean were right there in the front seat. I don't think any boy has actually seen them.
Oh, shit," Dee said as she placed a finger on the tip of my nipple. Dee pressed on my nipple, pushing it into my breast, and my knees went weak. I hardly had time to wonder why she was actually touching me because I was dealing with the sensations she was giving me.
Perhaps she thought it was a moan as well, because her hand pressed forward, holding the entire breast in her hand. She seemed to recover, however, as her hand reached up to cup my other breast. I also seemed to be speaking more of these sudden events, for I didn't know what was happening.
I looked down but could only see the top of her head. But I felt her teeth grip my nipple and hold onto it tightly. Then her tongue began rubbing back and forth over it. I had given up trying to be proper and was jsut enjoying the sensations.
Connie now had most of my tit in her mouth, sucking hard while licking and flicking my nipple with her tongue. Dee had my other breast in her hand, kneading it, stroking it, playing with it. Several minutes passed as they drove me wild. So wild, I suppose, that I don't know when someone's hand first reached my crotch. I became aware of a hand inside my suit bottoms, playing at my hole.
A finger was just barely inside it, mostly rubbing around my pussy lips. My knees had nearly buckled again, and I think the hand in my pants actually helped hold me up for a moment.