"You were telling me about your childhood, and I've interrupted," Eric said apologetically. "Please continue."
"That's OK!" I said. "I wouldn't have missed your tale for anything! I'll be happy to tell you more about my childhood though. 'Things' continued to develop, and by tenth grade I had a 39 inch bust. (I was 39-23-35 as I recall.) I remember looking at myself on the morning of my birthday. From the side my breasts had assumed a distinctly teardrop shape. On top they sloped gently down my chest, and then out to the nipples. So in profile they were slightly concave on top. The curve continued around and under their fullness. I could just cradle them in the crook of my arm, and it felt very good to lift them that way. As I looked at myself, I slid my hand up underneath; my boob hung against my chest for the width of four fingers. It may seem weird, but I found this fascinating! My breasts had grown so that they were hanging against me. I'm sure it's hard for a guy to understand what could be so exciting about that!"
"Not at all!" Eric said. "I personally find it highly erotic. I like to slide my dick under a woman's boobs, and it excites me to think of them sliding across her chest!"
"You're very perceptive Eric! That's very stimulating for me too! When I feel my breasts shift against my chest, they feel like they are in a way not part of me. It's kind of like they have a life of their own! Pretty bizarre, huh?"
"Not so, Lana. I sometimes feel the same way about my cock, especially when it stands up when I don't want it to! It's like a disobedient animal. Down boy! Down!" We laughed and hugged.
"I guess you do understand, Eric! Despite its bizarreness, the feel of my growing breasts was certainly a turn-on for me! Not that it wasn't without problems. In the warm weather, I get hot and sweaty under my boobs."
"Does a bra help, I mean by holding them up away from your chest?" Eric asked.
"Oh, it's a toss up. It does get a little more air underneath, but the bra itself is hot. A real sheer bra isn't bad, but mostly I'd rather go without. One trick I discovered back then is to just lean forward so they hang out a bit. That cools them off underneath. I have to tell you, though, that just having this 'problem' was a source of excitement for me!"
"I bet!" Eric said admiringly. "Would you mind telling me more about how you felt about your breasts then? It's very interesting."
"I guess so!" I said, glancing at his cock. "Remember, though, you've promised to tell me if I'm boring you!"
"Not so far! Please go on!"
"OK, Eric. I'll describe the front view that I saw that day. My nipples had grown to three inches across, and still pointed somewhat upward. My dark pink areolas covered part of the flattish top of my boob, and reached about half way down the front. When I stood normally, my breasts hung slightly away from each other, leaving an "A" of bare chest below the place where they almost came together. My nipples pointed from each other at a right angle.
"It was about that time that I first realized that my breasts aren't identical, which I'm sure you've noticed." Eric made a slight pretense of surprise, but I wouldn't let him get away with it. "Oh, come on Eric, you can't miss it! Don't worry; it doesn't bother me. In fact I like guessing whether my lovers will favor the left or right! It seems to me my left is your favorite."
"Caught red-handed (so to speak)," Eric said, grinning. "Actually, I find uneven girls fascinating. Having perfectly symmetric breasts seems rather unimaginative! I didn't know how you felt about it though. And you're right about your left breast being my favorite!"
"Some day I'm sure that I'll be able to tell a lot about a guy just from which one he prefers," I said in mock seriousness, "but so far I haven't figured it out! And thank you for being considerate of my feelings, but actually I've never had a problem with my asymmetry -- even in adolescence, when you worry about everything!
"I distinctly remember contemplating my unevenness that morning of my sixteenth birthday. I noted that my right breast had a fuller, rounder shape, and carried its nipple higher and more outward. The left sagged just a bit more, which gave it a slightly oblong shape. The nipple was also lower and more to the front. I thought it was rather dashing, with just a suggestion of a cheap whore!"
"Yes, I think you've got it," Eric said. "Anyway, it works for me; I find it very erotic."
"Good," I said, leaning against him, so that my right breast lay across his arm. He cupped his hand over the end of it, and caressed it tenderly. It felt very nice.
"Tell me what else you did on your birthday."
Although I was having some trouble concentrating just then, I continued. "Mostly I just looked at myself in different poses and going through different motions. A girl has to know what effects she can achieve! For example, I remember looking in the mirror while leaning slightly forward. My tits hung loose from my chest and almost together, with a deep cleavage between them. By bending my shoulders forward I could push my boobs together, which felt very good! If I shook a little, they bounced against each other, which was also exciting. I rubbed my nipples with my arms. Cheap thrills! Oh, well, what can I say? I was young and couldn't quite believe the changes happening to me. I had new toys!"
"I quite understand!" Eric offered brightly. "What else did you do?"
"I leaned forward further," I continued, "until my back was horizontal. From the front, my tits hung together. From the side, they looked like sacks containing softballs! What I mean is that they weren't cones anymore, but hung with mostly vertical sides, swelling slightly at the ends. I liked to watch them swing as I shifted forward and back. In this position, my nipples pointed straight down. Since my breasts were six inches long in this position, it was easy for me to rub my nipples across the dresser, or whatever I leaned on. More cheap thrills!
"Next I stood, and leaned backward slightly. Of course my boobs spread to the sides, exposing much of the flesh they normally covered. My nipples appeared in profile, since they pointed to the sides. I could feel the fullness of my breasts against my upper arms, which was very exciting. When I laid down completely, my breasts flattened somewhat and of course shifted further to the sides, but also somewhat higher on my chest. In fact this was the only time when there wasn't a crease under them. With my breasts sitting like mounds on my chest, I felt very young (I was still in high school!). But it was also very erotic to sit up, and feel them slide back down against my lower chest!
"Enough about my tits! As you might guess, on that birthday morning I decided it was going to be a fun year!"
"You were certainly well equipped to have some fun!" Eric said. "I would love to hear about some of your adventures!"
"OK, then let me tell you about one my most favorite parties. It happened like this. There was this guy Bill who was in my class at school, and he had a brother, Eric, two years older. Their parents were away for the weekend, and so Bill and Eric decided to throw a party. They got their older brother Roger, who was attending junior college, to get a keg for them. I heard later that they got him to do this by inviting him to the party and implying that he might be able to pick up some cute young girl! (And in fact he did! It was Tina!) We were all really looking forward to the party; it would be our first time unchaperoned! We all made different excuses to our parents, so they wouldn't know about the party.
"I worried for a long time about what to wear. It was spring, and I needed something fairly cool, so I finally decided on this outfit I'd seen in a store. It had a white cotton crepe skirt that hung on my hips and fell in loose pleats to two inches above my knees. The top was what had really intrigued me. It was a simple band of matching, slightly elastic crepe. The middle of this band was in the small of my back, and the ends came forward under my arms and over each breast. They crossed just below my neck, and the ends were tied behind my neck. In other words, from the front it formed an X. The top part was tied behind my neck and the bottom part covered my breasts. The elastic in the band meant that it was only about three inches wide around my neck, but eight inches wide across each breast. So it covered them completely, although my roses were somewhat visible through the fabric. I loved this outfit! Although is was "decent," it left bare my shoulders, my upper back, all of my waist, and my tummy and chest from just below my navel up to my boobs. It was cool and didn't really constrain my breasts, so I felt very free in it. I could imagine that I was going topless and even get the feel of it! In case I got cold, I had a fabric suede jacket with long sleeves and a buttoned front.
"My date for the party was Daniel, a nice guy in my class. When we got there it was obvious everyone intended to have a real good time. The music was going and the beer was flowing! I got in the spirit of things right away, and took my jacket off. I'm happy to say that just about every guy in the place turned to look, and Dan was blown away! Tina came forward, saying 'Hi, Lana! I'm happy you're here! Your outfit is great!'
"'Hi, Tina,' I said, giving her a kiss. 'You look great too!'
"In fact she had outdone herself. She had on a tight leather miniskirt that came half way down her thighs, and a sleeveless fishnet top -- with nothing underneath. This I didn't realize at first; I assumed she had a flesh-colored bra. But then I noticed the pink of her areolas through the mesh, and if this hadn't been clear enough, her nipples poking through the net! This was a bit much, even for Tina! I guess I was staring agape at her breast -- I certainly know Daniel was -- since she winked at me and said, 'See you later Lana.' She disappeared back into the crowd.
"'Tina's a pretty amazing girl!' I said to Dan.
"'Yeh,' he gulped, and I gave him a little hug.
"The party was a blast: we danced and drank, and drank and danced, until we all were blasted! In the slow pieces, Dan and I held each other close. I could feel his hard cock against my tummy, and it really excited me. I couldn't believe I was actually feeling a guy's cock! (I was still pretty ignorant when it came to male anatomy!) I think he felt the same way about squeezing up against my boobs; he got very intense when we held each other close. But then the Grateful Dead record came on, and I really got into it. I was rocking like mad! Danny had his eyes glued to me and I soon realized why. I was dancing my boobs out from under my top! As I bounced and twisted, a little of the bottoms of my breasts were sliding from under the band. I was dimly aware that other kids were nudging their partners, and looking and smiling, but I was so into it that I didn't care. (I was also not a little tipsy!)
"At one point Dan had turned away from me, and I saw him fishing around in his pants pocket. When he turned back I knew why. In place of his bulge there was now a six inch rod extending down his pants leg. He had pulled his cock out of his undershorts! I remember thinking to myself, 'God! That's it! That's his dick! I can really see it under his pants! And it's so big!' I also remembering staring with fascination at the shape of its head. I had never seen an erect penis, and really didn't have that clear an idea what one looked like. This was my first opportunity to see the real thing (even if through his pants), and I wasn't going to let a few dozen people spoil my chance to get a good look, so I stared hard -- with mouth agape!
"I don't think Dan minded my staring at all, but maybe that's because he was preoccupied with my breasts! Anyway, we held each other close again for a slow one. Now I could feel his hard cock distinctly against my tummy. I kept telling myself, 'That's it. That's his cock! I'm feeling a real cock!' To feel it better, I pushed hard against it, and rubbed my stomach on it. Dan moaned quietly and held me tighter. I could feel my breasts sandwiched tight between us, which also thrilled me. 'A guy's body is pushing and rubbing my tits!' I thought. 'He might as well be caressing them with his hands!'
"More Dead came on, and I was really getting into it. We were all whooping it up by then. Bill said, 'Look at Lana! She's going to be dancing on the tables before long!'
"So I said, 'You want it, you got it!' and climbed onto a (sturdy) coffee table. I was really quite drunk! Well when they all saw me they started cheering and egging me on. So I just closed my eyes and really got into the dancing. I just lost myself in it, it felt so good! In the back of my head I could hear them cheering, 'Yeh Lana! Go! Go! Do it!' I was in a frenzy! I was drugged on my body as it gyrated to the music.
"After a while I opened my eyes and yelled 'Aiiieee! Ya! Ya! Ya!' as I continued to dance. Everyone was watching me, and cheering, clapping and laughing. I realized that I was probably exposing my boobs, but I couldn't give a shit! In fact, the thought of my mad dancing releasing them sent a thrill through me. I thought, 'What the fuck!' and shook them back and forth. I heard some gasps, and then yells of 'All right! Yeh!' Instead of cotton I now felt air on my left nipple. Pretending not to notice I danced on, letting my boobs jiggle further and further loose. I felt like a goddamn topless dancer and loved it!
"The record ended. I stopped, drenched in sweat, and gasping for breath. Looking down now I saw what everyone else had seen. The rounded bottom of my right breast had worked its way from under the band, and the lower half of its rose was exposed. And my left breast was exposed from the nipple on down! I looked at it for a moment, at the erect nipple surrounded by the dark disk of the areola. I thought, 'Everyone is seeing this. Everyone is seeing my naked breast. All the guys are seeing me exposed! Even my nipple is sticking out there!' I expected to be embarrassed, but instead was exhilarated. I didn't want to push things too far though, so I quickly pulled the crepe band down, and under the crease of my boobs. I jiggled them quickly with my hands so that they settled in comfortably. There were disappointed 'Aww's mixed with other, appreciative sounds. I smiled and waved and stepped down off of the table. I found Dan, and he was worked up into an incredible tension. He couldn't take his eyes off me; we talked breathlessly until we were ready to dance again.
"I felt less inhibited now, and let the dancing work my boobs loose a couple more times, but not to the extent on the coffee table. I also noticed that others were losing their inhibitions. Blouses were unbuttoned lower; more guys had long bulges down their pants legs; girls had disappeared into the bathroom and returned with more jiggle. Partly it was a result of the alcohol, but hormones also had a lot to do with it too! I like to think that I helped by showing the way!
"Tina was in the corner with some other kids. They were having some absurd discussion that was getting louder and louder. I heard Bill saying, 'How can you complain about being treated as a sex object when you dress like that?'
"She said, 'What's the matter with this? The problem is you boys! All you ever think about is tits! Tits, tits, tits!'
"'What's wrong with tits?' Bill asked defensively.
"'There's nothing wrong with tits!' Tina shouted. 'It's just that all you guy's want is to see them! Grab them! You want tits? Here! Look!'
"Tina stood up and pulled her blouse off over her head. She stood erect and turned slowly from side to side so that everyone could see. Tina was not big in the chest department, but she was definitely attractive -- 5'7" and 35-23-35, as she once told me. Long blond hair and blue eyes didn't hurt either. Her breasts were soft mounds, reminiscent of the yolks of eggs. Her nipples were small and pink. Since she always went braless, her breasts were uniformly but lightly tanned.
"'Here they are! Tits!' she announced. There was plenty of cheering and encouragement. 'Take a good look guys!' She shook her head in mock disgust: 'Look at you slobs, drooling over a pair of fat deposits! And my tits are nothing compared to Lana's! If she was up here you guys would be creaming your pants! You guys get turned on by anything! Here's a present for you!'
"Tina reached her hands under the sides of her miniskirt and pulled down her panties. As she bent to pull them down to her feet, her breasts hung in pointy little cones. She held her lacy black panties in her hand, and said 'To the most macho!' and threw them into the group. Roger caught them and held them aloft with a big smile. Other guys grabbed for them, while he held them to his nose. Everyone was shouting and yelling.
"Next thing I know, Melissa, who had a short evening gown on, hikes it up to her thighs, and pulls her panties off too. Yelling 'Yeaaaaeee,' she whirls it around her head and tosses it to the guys! Well, pretty soon all the girls, at least the ones in dresses, are pulling off their panties and throwing them to the guys. The guys are going berserk grabbing them from each other and doing various obscene things with them."
Eric interrupted, "How about you, Lana? Did you contribute your panties to the excitement?"
"Yes Eric, I'm afraid I did. I was laughing. It was a blast, and I was having so much fun! I was also giddy drunk! I sat on the floor, pulled up my skirt so that everyone could see my white lace panties, and then quickly pulled them down to my knees. Anyone who was looking at the right time would have seen a bit of pussy, and I sure Dan and some of the other guys did! Anyway, then I started dancing around waving my panties in the guys faces. Eventually Bill grabbed them, and I worked my way back to Dan.
"He stared at my crotch, and I wondered if he could see my bush through the white fabric. Or maybe he just had a good imagination. The party was getting really rowdy, and it showed signs of degenerating into an orgy. I wasn't ready for that yet, so I said to Dan, 'It's getting late; maybe we should go somewhere more private.' He readily agreed, and soon we had parked in a secluded place. We stood arm in arm, looking at the stars. I could feel the cool breeze blowing across two exposed inches of the bottom of my breasts. It also blew through my skirt, and felt wonderfully cool on my wet pussy.
"I looked toward Dan, and saw him looking down at my breasts. I could see his cock stiffening under his pants. Suddenly a great desire swept through me. 'Dan! Hold me!' I cried, turning to him. We grabbed each other and held our bodies tightly together. We kissed and squirmed against each other. I could feel his hard cock rubbing against my tummy. In turn I rubbed my breasts vigorously against his stomach. This soon worked the band up, almost completely exposing my breasts. Feeling his stomach against my hard nipples sent waves of pleasure through me. Between kisses he tried to catch glimpses of my boobs. We were both delirious.
"Our squirming slowly became more regular. I noticed that Dan had stopped kissing and was moaning slightly. Suddenly his groans grew louder, and he thrust his hard cock against me harder. Just as suddenly he stopped, and his body relaxed. We still held each other, and squirmed, but at a slower pace. A place on my upper thigh felt wet.
"When we separated, I could see that Dan was quite embarrassed, and I could see why. His dick had softened and shrunk, and I could barely discern it in his pants. Quite visible, however, was a wet spot that began were his erect cock had ended. 'He must have cum!' I thought to myself. 'That must be cum on his pants! And that funny way he got -- he was having an orgasm! Shit!' I thought. 'I gave a boy an orgasm!' I was very proud of myself!
"We sat side by side in the dark. We talked, but I couldn't really concentrate on what we were saying. I accidentally put my fingers on the wet spot on my thigh, and suddenly realized that this must be some of his cum. I could not resist the urge to put my fingers in my mouth. I don't know what I expected, but it was a surprise. After a moment I got my courage up and wiped up the rest with my finger. With a thrill I thought, 'I'm tasting Daniel's cum! This came out of his cock! This stuff was actually in a guy's cock! It's almost like I'm tasting a cock!' I couldn't quite convince myself that this was real. I couldn't quite believe what had happened that night!
"By now our passions had faded, and we were just tired; my head was starting to ache, so Dan drove me home. I kissed him gently, noting that the wet patch was still visible. Stroking my pussy through my skirt, I watched him drive off. Then I put on my jacket and went into our house."
"Shit! That was great!" Eric effused. He was sliding two fingers up and down his cock. "Why didn't I ever get to go to a party like that? I'm going to cum just thinking about it!"
"Mmm, don't do that yet," I said, and lowered my lips over his cock.
It stood like a cigar out of his bush. Grasping his balls gently in my hand, I lowered my mouth over his cock. I enjoyed every inch of its bumpy hardness passing between my lips, and sucked its hot head up along my tongue. When it had reached the back of my throat, I drew back slowly, and Eric moaned deeply. Then I repeated, sliding it in, and sucking as I drew it back out. Eric squirmed with pleasure, as I savored the taste of his hot flesh and sweet cock juice. Soon he was moaning louder, and digging his fingers into the sand. I sucked faster, in time with the rhythmic thrusting of his hips. With a sudden shudder he yelled "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhhhhh!" and I felt my mouth filling with his thick sauce. I swallowed as he continued to pump it out, and I imagined myself sucking him dry. Soon, except for the fishy aftertaste, my mouth was empty. I felt Eric's cock soften in my mouth, although it retained most of its five inch length. Laying it across his stomach, I licked it off and kissed it all along its length. I buried my nose in his bush, with my lips against his balls. We relaxed this way for half an hour.
Afterwards Eric looked at me seriously and said, "I've never felt so good with someone as I do with you, Lana. I suppose the reason is that you have such a healthy attitude toward your sexuality and your body. Over the years you must have had a lot of good fun!"
"Well, yes and no," I answered. "I certainly had some good times. But there were some rough times as well."
Last revised May 4, 2002