by bobwhite
Author's note: This is the first story I've done that is a stand-alone "adventure" of two of my characters from ORF. It was written as part of the MC Forum's One-Sentence Story Idea contest, started by Feryk (Email, EMCSA) on 6/18/04. It had to be no more than 1500 words (which mine is, exactly), and it had to contain the sentence "Just for the record: My breasts are probably bigger than hers." I wrote it rather quickly, but I'm pleased at how it came out. Enjoy!
My new life began in a taxi. I know, it sounds like some corny thing a woman tells her daughter during "The Talk," but this incarnation of my life really did start in a taxi. I used to have short brown hair, A-cup breasts, and a healthily conservative view of sexuality. But that's not me anymore; and I'm somehow the only one who knows it.
I was on my way to my class at the local university—a computer class, as I recall—when I decided to share my cab with a couple who were going to the university, too. They got right in when I did. She was shorter than me with blond hair and C-cup breasts ('Lucky bitch,' I thought, being myself tall and rail-thin with a pair of knockers that barely filled an A cup). He was... well, rather ordinary-looking and altogether unremarkable. But, he was very handsome. The only thing that really bothered me about sharing the cab ride was the fact that she simply would not stop hanging all over him.
She kissed his neck as they talked business (I still don't remember what it was about). Then, she started rubbing his dick through his pants, I noticed with a sigh and a twinge of jealousy. By the time the driver had dropped her off at the main office of the university (my destination was further ahead), she had been rubbing her tits through her shirt with one hand while the other... well, was busy elsewhere.
When he and I got out, I told him to follow me to the computer labs. I also started speaking aloud about how I felt about his girlfriend's earlier public display of affection. He seemed most amused at my prudishness, as I casually mentioned that no proper woman would try to give a man a hand job in a taxi in front of a stranger. Inside, though, I was jealous—every time I looked back to see if he was listening, my eyes went to the huge bulge in his pants.
Knowing that his girl could rub that wonderful cock anytime she wanted it reminded me both of my earlier jealousy and my current condition... I knew anyone could see my nipples poking through my white silk blouse. I got so jealous, in fact, that my verbal opinions became more personal. I stopped walking and turned to him.
"How far does she think she can go in life, hanging all over every hunk like some... blonde bimbo?" I asked.
"She does fine," he answered, "and she's kind-of in love with me. At least she knows how to rub a man when he needs a good rubbing." As he said that, he slid around behind me, and I felt his bulge with my ass. I wasn't about to be dismissed without at least showing him how good I could be for him. I ground my ass right back into that bulge—oh, it was huge!
I leaned back and faced him. "Yeah, like nobody can figure out how to..." and, lifting one leg and lightly placing my soaked thong right over the bulge, I continued, "... rub a man. And that hair! How much bleach does it take today to keep a man!" I resumed my walk. 'I don't remember wearing a thong today; I usually save those for dates,' I absently thought.
With my back to him, one hand went under my blouse. Thankfully, there was no bra to keep me from pinching my nipples. My other hand was busy... elsewhere. Again, I was happy that I didn't wear underwear at all. I could lightly diddle my clit while we walked since nobody was around. When we walked down the stairs into the entrance of the Tech building, my finger "accidentally" slipped inside, and I came.
He seemed too amused by my sudden loss of control—even though I nearly fell and had completely soaked my skirt. It had to go—who wants a chick in a wet skirt? Besides, I needed him to see that she wasn't for him, that I was the only one he would need. "And the way she's dressed! A micro-skirt!! You could see her panties!" He laughed, because I had the same problem with my skirts—if I wore panties. I hadn't since I moved out of mom and dad's house, though.
"Please, we've got class to attend," he retorted. I knew, though, that he wanted to play more, and I had to have him. I needed him. But, we were at the entrance to the building. I had insulted every part of her I could—her public displays, her fake-looking hair, her trashy clothes, her small breasts compared to mine—wait! Her tits! I never said a word about them! What was she, a C-cup? I had been sporting DD's since my sophomore year in high school, which was the last time I cut my flowing, wavy black hair.
I turned to him, openly masturbating, and made my final argument. "If you don't think I'd be a better fucktoy than that bimbo you came with, that'sssss..." I trailed off, hitting a good spot and quickly increasing speed to finish off that little climax. "...F.f.f.fffine. Mmmmm." My hands were now on my tits, rubbing them and pinching the nipples. "But just for the record: my breasts are probably bigger than hers." There wasn't a probably about it; mine were bigger, especially on my shorter frame. Being short and big-titted had gotten me any man I'd ever wanted, and a few women, too.
He grabbed my blouse and ripped it open, completely exposing my sweaty body. I was his—I hung onto his arms, hoping he would touch me... anywhere. And he did! He kissed me hard on the mouth, and liquid fire spread over my skin anywhere his flesh touched—no, burned—mine. Every inch of me screamed with desire to touch him, and I had him undressed in seconds.
Once his clothes were out of the way, we were on the floor. I was on top of him, pressing into his flesh with every ounce of my weight, the fire of his being burning me deliciously. In a bit of random inspiration, I turned 180 degrees so he could eat me... and when that tongue hit my folds, I came again. His tongue was so fast, so strong, so knowing, and so long! It plunged into my depths as his finger teased my asshole. That's when I got so verbal I just knew somebody would hear. But I didn't care.
For my part, I tried blowing his 9" cock—but before I figured out how to get it all in my mouth, he slapped my ass, and that was my signal.
I got up and positioned myself so that I could slip my now steaming pussy right down onto his pole. And that's what I did, watching him the whole time. As I moved up and down with a speed I didn't know I could muster, I moaned and then screamed louder and more incoherent than ever before. As wet as I was, I was still very tight and much more friction was hitting my clit than I thought was anatomically possible! Soon, every third or forth thrust was a small orgasm.
He was sweating a little, and I was sopping wet from head to toe. I felt the heat rise within his member and he grabbed me and brought me in for a kiss—while I still was pounding into him. The new position somehow felt even better than the first one, which was my all-time favorite. Then, he squeezed his eyes shut and let out a throaty...
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!" As I felt his hot seed explode into my deepest places, the pleasure of my biggest orgasm ever tore into every fiber of my being—if anybody were around, my scream may have deafened them. I was shaking wildly and my pussy clenched down so hard that when I rose from him, I drained him. Then, I fell asleep.
I woke up, clothed in my normal knee-length skirt and silk blouse. My normal thong and bra, however, were both gone. Adjusting my blouse over my DD-cup breasts, I gave them one more playful squeeze (the nipples getting extra attention) before making my way to the computer lab for class.
"So, you couldn't even wait till we got to the sorority house, Xavier?" Jenny teased. "I don't blame ya. That one had lots of potential... and unless my nose is lying to me," she whispered, closing the distance between them, "you helped her realize it."
"What do you mean, I couldn't wait? You were masturbating right there in the cab! Besides, she had self-image issues. You'd be surprised what she really thought about you," Xavier said, rationalizing the creation of Alexis's new reality as a super-hot and super-smart babe.
"And for the record," Xavier continued, "her breasts are larger than yours, now."
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