Bosom Buddies Ch. 02

The four of them started splashing around in the water, finally relieved from the punishing heat. I looked around for Corrine, but she must have still been in the house, changing. Just as I was about to descend into the blessed cool water amongst the four frolicking nymphs, Talia asked me to be a dear and fetch her a beer.

Not wanting to waste another second out in the heat and away from my girls, I charged into the house, raced to the kitchen--

Where I found Corrine standing at the sink, filling a large juice pitcher with ice water. For some reason I felt emboldened enough to give her a friendly little smack on the ass as I made my way to the fridge. She jumped at the impact, more surprised than hurt. My recent experiences with Steph and Amy had started a sea change in my confidence level, and Corrine was taking notice. Even a few weeks ago, I would have been too timid to go for something as harmless as that pat on her bum.

"You thirsty?" I asked.

"No," Corrine replied, dropping her towel, "Just hot."

Beneath the towel she was wearing a costume I had picked out for her the previous summer for my horror film. A skimpy, powder blue bikini that revealed nearly as much of her tanned skin as the microscopic cave girl outfit she had warn for me on Valentine's Day. It looked even better on her amazing body than I remembered (but then, every day I saw Corrine she looked better than I remembered).

Keeping eye contact with me the whole time, Corrine poured out the whole pitcher of ice water onto herself. She gasped as it splashed across her breasts, disappeared down her cleavage, and dripped down her legs. The sunlight streaming through the kitchen windows reflected off each droplet of water clinging to her skin, making her appear to sparkle before my eyes. "Oh fuck that's cold but I feel so much better," she laughed.

I didn't bother trying to disguise where my eyes were pointed. "I do have a pool, you know."

She grinned impishly in response. "But your pool's not ice cold."

I adjusted my thickening cock through my suit and hurried after her.

We all horsed around in the water for a few hours, then Talia announced that she wanted me to give her a piggy back ride to the deep end and back. We all knew it was a thinly veiled excuse for her to tease me by squishing her tits against my back, but I was having too much fun to risk calling her on it. She climbed aboard and rested those magical orbs across my shoulder blades, a whiff of fabric the only thing between me and her sexy wet body. My hands gripped her firm thighs and I raced around the pool as fast as I could, listening to Talia's delighted shrieks of laughter. Her suit was so thin I distinctly felt her perky nipples rubbing across my back as we went.

Perhaps a tad jealous, the others insisted I give them all turns as well, a task which I was only too happy to accept. I got harder and harder each time I had a new pair of thighs in my hands and a new pair of tits against my back. Thanks to the buoyancy of the water, I was even able to effortlessly give a piggy back ride to Corrine despite her being as tall as I was. When Corrine's soft tits splashed across my shoulders I smirked, realizing that they were each practically as big as my head.

Dinner time rolled around, and I started up the BBQ for some hot dogs and hamburgers. Despite spending all afternoon in cool water, I was sporting a massive tent in my swimsuit when all the girls climbed out of the pool, trailing water from their glistening skin. Talia was a special treat in her mostly-transparent suit. No longer distorted beneath the water, her body was on full display. The barely-there material creased invitingly between her pert buttocks and stretched in such a way that it even clung to the undersides of her swaying breasts. It had more in common with a wet t-shirt than a functioning swimsuit. The only part of her not completely visible through the fabric was her crotch, where the suit seemed to be reinforced by actual material.

When she walked up to the BBQ to receive her burger, I was openly gawking at her figure. She glanced down at the shape of my shorts and proudly observed, "I take it you like my swimsuit."

I could hear the other girls giggling, so I quickly shot back, "I take it you like my swimsuit too, Tal. Otherwise you wouldn't have noticed."

She turned red and hurried back to the patio table. I sat down to join them, happily adding, "I like ALL you girls' suits. You know why? Because I have THESE." I pointed at my eyeballs and everyone broke out laughing.

"It's not fair, you know," Stephanie said, "When a girl puts on a swimsuit everyone can see exactly what she has. If you're self-conscious about your tummy, or your boobs, or your butt, or whatever--there's nothing you can wear to hide it. Guys just wear big baggy shorts and there's no way to know what he's packing."

"Trust me girls," I said, "None of you has anything to be self-conscious about. You're the five most beautiful women on earth and you all know it."

I got a shower of boos in response. "That's not the point!" Corrine laughed, "The point is, it's not fair. You get to see us, but we don't get to see you! Even when you're hard it still just looks like a tent."

"Are you saying you want me to wear a speedo or something? Because no thanks."

Talia pulled the foot-long hot dog off Corrine's plate and held it up to me, mischievous, "Here's how we make it fair: You point out on this hot dog how big your thing is. But you have to tell the truth!"

The others cheered, and, giving into peer pressure, I did my honest best to point out the length of my dick on the piece of food--somewhere around seven inches. A bit larger than average, if the online statistics I'd read were telling the truth. The girls nodded in approval.

"I think that'd do the trick," Amy laughed.

Corrine took the hotdog back from Talia and gave it a long, slow lick. "Mmmm, fuck I love hotdogs" she moaned and we all cracked up.

Elizabeth leaned forward in her chair, curious. "Have you ever done that before?" she asked, "Like, with a guy?"

Corrine blushed, prompting oohs from the rest of us. We all pressed her for details, and after a few beers she finally relented.

"Okay, fine! I went out with this college guy a few weeks ago, right? He was really, really hot; taller than me, which is always a plus. He had those big, big muscles, you know? Like the yummy ones you just wanna lick? Wasn't exactly relationship material, but I was dying to make out with him and maybe let him take off my top so I could feel those muscles against my skin."

I mentally frowned, knowing it would never be me who turned her on like that. I had a fair bit of muscle definition, thanks to Amy's coaching, but I'd never have the kind of body Corrine was describing. I didn't have the proper genetic materials or the patience to spend thirty hours a week at the gym.

"Anyway, we were going for a night walk on the beach, just the two of us. No moon, so I could hardly see anything. There was just me, him, the stars, and the sound of the ocean. I had my arm under his jacket, where I could feel his back muscles through his t-shirt. He didn't make a move, so I tried tickling him a little bit -- hint, hint, right?

"He took total control of me, pulling me to the ground, kissing and pawing at me like a wild animal. There's not a lot of guys who make me feel dominated when we make out, but this guy was good. He grunted that he wanted to see my tits, so I pulled off my shirt and arched my back, sticking these big ol' boobies right up in his face."

To demonstrate, Corrine stuck out her chest, presenting those bikini-clad mountains to my hungry eyes.

"Then I took off his shirt and man-oh-man was he cut. I made a game of tracing my tongue along all the grooves between his muscles. He pulled down my bra and sucked on my nipples so hard I got hickeys the next day. We rolled around in the sand and made out for HOURS; it was everything I wanted it to be."

Corrine closed her eyes, holding onto the memory for a moment. Then she sighed and continued in a much more matter-of-fact tone of voice:

"We made out until he basically said, 'This is it?' He made me feel really stupid for not going down on him. Anyway, I figured, I'm 18, it's about time I do this. So I unzipped his jeans and pulled them all the way down. Then I snuck my fingers up the leg of his boxers and felt his thing--"

"Big?" Amy interrupted.

"Perfect size," Corrine answered, "Same as Ian's, assuming he was telling the truth about the hotdog."

I blushed as I felt everyone's eyes on me. Corrine went back to her story:

"He was already hard as a rock. I was nervous, so stroked him a few times while I got up the guts to go for it, then I pulled down his underwear and stared at his erection. It was kinda hard to see in the dark, even right in front of my face like that, but somehow that made everything even hotter. I put my hands on his hips and licked my way down that muscular line--you know, that sexy line some guys have on their pelvis? That line that, like, points down to their penis? At that point, that was the absolute furthest I had ever gone with a boy."

"How was it?" Talia asked.

Corrine took another sip of her beer for courage. "Not good. I had no idea what I was doing! I tried kissing it, then licking the main part, then licking the tip. I mean, I was having fun, but after a few minutes he got impatient with me for 'doing it wrong.' He told me I sucked at sucking and pulled his pants back up and that was it."

I literally could not believe it. I called bullshit on her story but she insisted that was what had happened until I finally just accepted it. She tried to play it off like no big deal but she had clearly been hurt by that guy's behavior. Who the hell would turn down a blow-job from Corrine? What a loser! I guess it takes all sorts. Some people are turned on by farm animals.

"I bet Ian would be happy to give you some pointers," Amy chided.

I gave them all a smile, "Yeah, it's gonna be my new start-up business. But I don't come cheap."

The rest of dinner went down easy, with a lot of laughing, drinking, and good times.

After a while, I realized Amy was starting to get annoyed that I wasn't ogling her quite as much as the other four girls in their skimpier swimsuits. I hadn't intended it that way, of course, but there's no getting away from the fact that swim team suits just aren't designed to turn heads.

"I say we all go skinny dipping," she stated bluntly. Everyone else went suddenly quiet. I felt my heart jump up into my throat. I wasn't exactly ashamed of how I looked naked after a year of working out, but I would be lying if I said the concept wasn't intimidating.

The girls seemed at odds with how to proceed: "I think that sounds fun," Talia added, though with her swimsuit it wouldn't really have been much of a change. Corrine was clearly in need of some reassuring ogling after reliving her humiliating date for us, because she said she'd be game as well.

Elizabeth remained silent, not wanting to be teased but clearly a little bit uncomfortable.

"Come on," Corrine encouraged her, "We lay out naked around each other all the time."

"But not around Ian!" Stephanie insisted, coming to Elizabeth's defense.

"Ian's one of us," Amy teased, "We're all just friends, right? We should be comfortable around each other."

"How about just some of us go skinny-dipping?" Talia suggested.

"No," Amy insisted, "That's not how it works. Either we all do it, or none of us do it. Otherwise it's not fair."

Amy was usually a great friend, but when she got it in her mind to be competitive about something she could be ruthless.

Stephanie put a protective arm around her BFF and stood firm, "Elizabeth doesn't want to."

Nobody besides me noticed, but Elizabeth's eyes shot daggers at Stephanie. Her words from Valentine's Day months earlier echoed in my head:

"I'm sick of all the girls always treating me like their super-innocent kid sister. It's bullshit!"

Even if Elizabeth didn't want to go along with the skinny dipping, she was far more upset by the fact that Stephanie was making the decision for her. Our fun day in the sun was getting a little tense. Everyone turned to the only person who had yet to enter the discussion--me.

I weighed my options: if I sided with Amy, then I'd get the pleasure of checking out all my sexy friends in the buff--a tempting offer. But Elizabeth might feel like I was pushing her into a corner. If I vetoed the idea, on the other hand, it would frustrate the more adventurous girls and, even worse, might confirm Elizabeth's fear that I still saw her as an innocent little kid the way Stephanie clearly did. I knew full well how much it sucked for people you liked and respected not to take you seriously as a sexual creature and I refused to do that to her.

I needed a third option, where I wouldn't be the bad guy. I shot for the path of least resistance:

"I have a better idea, let's play Truth or Dare."

Amy made some crack about how it would be more than a little one-sided to play that game with five girls and one guy, but I could tell that everyone else was happy to have a less-intimidating alternative to getting naked. Best of all, Elizabeth wouldn't feel like I thought of her as a little kid.

With the sun starting to set and our skin starting to crinkle, the six of us decided to move the proceedings inside. Elizabeth took me aside and whispered, "Thank you for that. I want you to know, it's not that I didn't want you to see me naked. I trust you. I just didn't want the other girls to make a big deal and tease me about it." She gave me a peck on the cheek--all the reward I needed.

Everyone lounged around the living room. I did my best not to stare at the towels the girls had halfheartedly tied above their breasts, slipping low enough to expose acres of glistening wet cleavage. Though my imagination was running wild with fantasy outcomes for the situation, I reminded myself that such thoughts were absurd and that this was just going to be a silly game between friends.

Stephanie demanded to go first and called out Elizabeth: "Truth or Dare?"

"Dare." Elizabeth shot at her, the look in her eyes clearly begging for something wild that would shut Amy up.

"I dare you... to give Ian a hug."

Elizabeth deflated at the lame request. Fed up with her BFF's patronizing attempts to protect her, Liz's eyes went ice cold. It was the same look I was accustomed to seeing in guys' eyes right before they'd start throwing punches. She walked over to me and gave me a quick hug to fulfill her dare, then immediately turned back to Stephanie: "Truth or Dare?"

Stephanie hesitated, caught off-guard by the impatience in Elizabeth's voice. "Um, dare?"

"You and I have exactly the same bra size, so let's switch bikini tops. In front of Ian."

Blinking in disbelief, Stephanie followed Elizabeth over to where I was sitting. Elizabeth dropped her towel and stunned everyone by pulling my face into her bikini-clad cleavage. For a brief moment, I was in pure Heaven, drowning between those soft tits. But as awesome as the sensation was, I knew she wasn't doing it for me. Liz was doing it to make a point to everyone else that she wasn't to be treated like a little girl anymore. Stephanie smiled, finally getting it.

She followed Elizabeth's example and dropped her own towel, leaving me face to face with two bikinis stretching across two matching pairs of 34DD breasts. Shivering with nervousness, Stephanie reached back to untie her skimpy black top--

But Elizabeth caught her hand, flatly explaining "No, we'll undress each other. He'll like it better that way."

I watched in stunned silence as Elizabeth pulled loose the tie on Steph's black bikini and let the garment drop forward, exposing the glorious pink melons I had been missing ever since I got out of the hospital. I had only briefly glimpsed these breasts before, but here they were for me to stare at; to lust after. They looked warm and succulent, with very faint nipples--so faint they almost blended in against the rosy shade of Stephanie's skin. They were close enough to reach out and suckle, but I wasn't about to do that in front of all our friends.

Then Elizabeth turned her back to me, encouraging Stephanie to unsnap her scarlet bikini top. It slipped it away, letting the sides of Elizabeth's swelling breasts spill into view. Liz turned to face me, draping an arm across her boobs to cover up and extend my agony.

Satisfied that I was about to lose it, Elizabeth raised her arm away and let her ample bosom swing back and forth, fully exposed for my viewing pleasure. Without the sturdy cups that Liz typically used for support, her full, heavy breasts looked even larger than I had imagined. A red flush of excitement shaded her fair skin, trailing from her cheeks, down her neck, to the tops of her 34DDs. Two thick, burgundy nipples poked out like gumdrops.

Talia teasingly called out, "I think he likes what he sees."

Yeah, you could say that. For an encore, Elizabeth grabbed Stephanie by the shoulders and pulled her close, mushing their bare boobs together in a thunderclap of flesh.

"Whoa." The word escaped my mouth completely unbidden. The great pyramids at Giza could go fuck themselves, I had just witnessed the TRUE wonders of the world.

To my dismay, the girls then covered up with each other's tops and returned to their seats. But Elizabeth didn't put her towel back on, choosing instead to show off how she looked in Stephanie's skimpy black tie-on. I had a feeling her days of being labeled the "innocent one" were securely behind her.

When she had finally recovered from the ordeal, Stephanie realized it was her turn to call someone out: "Talia, Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

"Have you ever gotten yourself off while fantasizing about Ian?"

Everyone "oohed" scandalously. The usually confident Talia looked at me, then down at her toes, blushing. The suspense was killing me. "Yeah," she finally muttered, "Sometimes, I guess."

Corrine let out a cheesy howl at Talia's confession. Talia rolled her eyes, "Right, like I'm the only one."

Amy teased, her sing-song voice chanting "Talia loves Ian... Talia loves Ian..."

Talia called Amy out in retaliation: "Truth or Dare."

"Truth."

"Describe, in detail, the horniest you've ever been."

As the most sexually experienced girl in the group, Amy was all too happy to brag.

"Well," she began, "a few months ago, this college guy Mike took me to a concert--which was awesome, by the way--and on the way home there was this crazy traffic jam. Like, full-on, freeway-became-a-parking-lot traffic jam.

"We had been grinding against each other all night, and we were both anxious to get to his dorm room and get busy, but we weren't going anywhere anytime soon. Mike started talking dirty to me, telling me all the sexy things he was gonna do to me once he got me back to his dorm room. How he was gonna go down on me for hours and give me pleasure like I'd never imagined. How he was gonna tie me up and force me to worship his cock with my mouth and then cum all over my tits. Typical horny guy stuff, but I was already so hot I couldn't handle it. It was like he had turned on a faucet between my legs, I'm telling you. I grabbed the gear shift and slid it into park. We weren't moving, and I NEEDED some.

"We started making out in full view of everyone else on the road: him squeezing my boobs, and me rubbing his crotch through his pants. He got impatient and fished out his erection, and I immediately started sucking on it. God, he had a beautiful cock. It was long, and curved like a boomerang, with lots of little ridges for me to play with. Knowing that everyone passing by could see what I was doing lit a fire under me."