Beth's Breast Day Ch. 01

Special thanks to a Mr. Wowjerk for helping to write this story. Hope you all enjoy it!

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Beth's girlfriends had already filed out, and now she was waiting for her ride. She wouldn't have admitted it to them, but she had chosen this bar for their girls' night because she heard through the social media grapevine that an old college acquaintance or two would be there as well. She hadn't seen anyone, although it was a multi-levelled establishment...and she was too chickenshit to actually look around.

The long-haired, dark blonde girl would've waited outside, but it was cold and it had starting to spit rain. Looking around the noisy room, the place was still packed and buzzing. And she was about to get out of there. Great. Speaking of buzzing, she lifted her cell phone from her shaking purse.

Gonna be another half hour babe. Maybe more. Traffic.

Beth sighed.

K.

She looked back up. What to do now? Should she just sit at the bar until he arrived? She always thought it was weird to be drinking alone. In her thoughts, she didn't notice the guy striding toward her. At least, not right away. Her chest began to flutter as she recognized the smiling fellow. She tried to play it cool as he now stood in front of her. He was tall! She stood a respectable height and he just towered over her! She pushed her chest out as much as possible. He was a lot more built than she remembered him, and he filled that crisp black shirt and those dark jeans nicely.

She felt her body was attractive enough, but she was always quite self conscious. Her shirt had been carefully chosen to try and make her look bustier than she was. Her stomach soft but taut. She had shapely legs and a very nice round and thick backside, that her boyfriend was always quick to remark on. She sort of hoped that Doug would do the same.

He too gave her the once over, albeit a bit more subtly. "Fancy seeing you again."

"Oh wow, yeah, it's been a long time," she smiled, trying to contain this odd sense of flirtation that came over her.

"You look good, Beth," he mentioned. Conversations between reunited friends and acquaintances were always weird. It seemed customary to talk about the weather or to praise the other person's physical appearance, regardless of what they looked like.

"You do too, Doug," she smiled, deciding she would take his compliment as genuine. That made her feel better. His eyes were on his body, and what she couldn't deny to herself was the bulge in his pants, no doubt housing some sophisticated equipment.

Doug explained that he was there celebrating a buddy's birthday. He pointed over to a group of his equally muscly ex-football friends and their model-like girlfriends hanging out at the pool table. She nodded and looked over to see that each one of these guys was a stud. The women all had their advantages over her. Most notably were their huge tits, but some were just more beautiful in every way. Beth mentioned that she was waiting for her boyfriend to come and pick her up, but it might be a while now.

Doug looked her over, as she did him. She was desperate for his attention. "I wouldn't want to bother," she stammered, unsure if he was actually inviting her but still trying to get herself into the picture nonetheless.

Doug coolly read her open body language, and unlocked her motivations and tactics. They weren't hard to figure out. "You want to hang out with us?"

She nodded while her heart raced at the invitation. "Oh, that would be great," she graciously thanked, before rethinking how it came off. She couldn't have him thinking she was that desperate for social interaction. Or worse, to spend time with him. "...You know, just for a while until my BF gets here."

Beth wasn't sure what came over her. Realistically the best thing would have been to just sit and wait for her boyfriend, no matter how boring it might have been. Maybe there was someone on WhatsApp that she could bother. Then she reasoned that was just innocent fun and it would just be for a while.

"Yeah, of course," Doug acknowledged, leading them away. Beth's phone buzzed again.

Feel free to entertain yourself lol

As Beth sent a reply back and quickly threw it back into her purse, the couple walked over to his friends. Immediately there were greeted by a cleavage sporting blonde wearing a grey dress with a plunging neckline that stopped mid-thigh and sported a thick belt. "Oh, there you are Dougie! Got you a beer."

Beth's eyes widened a hint, as she saw this busty blonde handing Doug a beer. Beth had her in a few inches in height, but this girl clearly owned her in the chest department -- something that always made her self-conscious even with her boyfriend's insistence they were fine. He did say she had a nice ass, though.

She smiled and tried to be polite. "Wow, what a great group of friends. I could use a beer too." Amongst the good feelings, her brain reminded herself that she hated beer and that she needed to get out of there.

The blonde did not seem to react to Beth's good words aimed indirectly to her, but Beth was undeterred by that. "Here," Doug said and kindly handed the pint to her, "Work on this one until your guy shows up," adding that he would get one later.

"Thanks," she smiled, taking a drink and trying to fit in. She only had beer a handful of times, and she didn't particularly like it. Neither did her friends. They were cosmos and martini kind of girls. But the buxom blonde seemed to have a taste for it, so maybe she could develop one too? As the sweet amber travelled down her slender nicked, she noticed that everyone -- men and women - seemed to have a perfect body. They were a bit rowdy, but were clearly enjoying themselves.

"Oh sorry," Doug blurted out. "Cassie, you remember Beth from college, right?" He reminded her how the three of them had a class together in 'uni'. The moment allowed the two girls, distinct in their body types, to meet eyes for the first time. For a moment, Beth felt as if she was one of the gang. The beer tasted good. Or at least, she had deceived herself into thinking it did. And while she vaguely remembered the beautiful Cassie, she wasn't overly threatened by her at first.

"Nice to see you again," she smiled, still in full on dopey eyed confusion for just how crude her new compatriots could really be.

"Ah, yeah, you..." Cassie vaguely acknowledged. She then went about humourously filling Doug in on what he missed while he was talking to Beth. She extended her hand onto his gym-sculpted bicep and flashed her perfect white smile as they joked around. Beth stood back sipping her beer while the friends (possibly more than that?) passionately gabbed away.

Doug turned to her finally. "Ever play, Beth?" He directed her to the pool game where at that convenient moment a full chested brunette was leaned over trying to make a shot, her sexy mounds practically on the table.

She looked over, seeing the busty brunette whose breasts could barely contained themselves in her sleeveless top. Beth was silent for a moment, lost in a bit of jealousy before snapping back to respond. "Oh, no, not really... but I would try," she cheerfully offered. Her head was screaming to herself that she knew nothing about pool.

Cassie looked at her and sneered if only inaudibly, "Seem pretty good at trying."

The game itself was rowdy and full of innuendos about sticks and balls. The brunette sunk her ball, prompting Beth to awe at how she could look the way she did AND rock it at pool. Before the girl straightened up, her boyfriend came behind her and laughingly humped her for a few moments, his hand fist pumping in the air. The group of about six had been drinking for a bit. However dirty they were, it wasn't lost on Beth that they looked like a fun bunch. Doug moved to introduce, or perhaps, re-introduce her to the group.

As he introduced her, one of the guys turned to her, smirking, "She doesn't look like she's seen a stick this big before," which made her cheeks blush a bit. A couple of the other guys hooted and hollered over the brunette, and had a few snickering inside jokes that Beth just wasn't too privy to.

"I'm sure you can show me a few things, Dougie," she playfully prompted, as some of the other muscular guys gave him that look of alpha males about to jump on their prey. Her brain questioned her words and their double meaning. It warned her about throwing herself at this guy. She just drowned that part in more beer.

Doug grabbed a cue from a buddy and held it with the thick end on his leather shoe. "Let's see her take the next shot. See how Beth sizes up on this one, eh fellas?" he encouraged. They nodded agreement, humourously noting about how the stick was positioned right beside her body. He took her aside and gave her pointers about what to do. At the end he offered an encouraging smile for his encouraging speech.

"You can do this, Beth," he offered handing her stick.

Beth leaned over and tried to measure a shot out. Despite having his advice, she realistically had no idea what she was doing. Eyeing a ball, she got into position to hit it as a few of the guys looked at her nice round bottom and nodded.

Cassie couldn't help but laugh as Beth lined up her shot. "She's definitely not used to this sort of attention," she laughed to herself, although making it purposely audible. The guy directly across from her talked to the other guys about how they have better views. Beth concentrated and then fantastically whiffed her shot to a roar of laughter.

While her face reddened and she withdrew in embarrassment, Doug stepped in to placate his howling friends. Displaying his alpha male character, he corrected her by emphatically acing one into a hole. "Like that. You'll get it next time."

A girlfriend jokingly mentioned to Cassie about how 'chummy' Dougie was being with the new girl. "Her?" Cassie scoffed. "No tits? Ha!" She grinned in the direction of Beth, who was shamelessly eyeing Doug after his impressive display.

Cassie strutted over, took a cue, and sunk one herself. The busty gal made a point of bending over slowly, holding the cue between her big boobs.

"I can't believe how good she is at this," one of the guys said to Cassie. He then turned to Beth, "But you really suck at it." They laughed again, but Beth didn't try to act too bothered. She stood by Doug, almost in her own little world and not carefully realizing that the environment around her was changing.

"Some girls just suck," one of the other guys continued the pun, laughing it up. "But somebody has to suck, to show how much better other girls are," while they turned to the busty brunette girl. "At this game", they added in a sly tone.

A short while later, a skimpilydressed waitress arrived holding a tray of previously ordered shots. The tiny glasses were passed around the enthusiast bunch (with one of the guys comically yelling 'shots shots shots'). Doug went to give Beth one but stopped in mid-motion, "Oh, you don't have to do one, Beth. I know your boyfriend is coming soon, right?"

Beth went to take it, but then stopped to think for a moment. Her brain informed her that he was right. Doug was also slipping away if she didn't play along, though. She smiled, "Oh no, I'm sure he won't mind if I have some without him."

Doug heard a laugh behind his shoulder - no doubt Cassie's unmistakably feminine voice. "You're a trooper," he said, offering the shot and then lifting his drink. "You first, trooper."

She took the shot and tried to down it quickly, hoping to impress Doug and his cohorts. After she gulped, she sat down at the table in front of her. "See, I can take it," she smiled after a sour face, the buzz almost instantly making her a bit flush.

Some of the guys elected to perch their glass in their girls' cleavages and then lift it into their mouth using their teeth. Cassie moved round to take her shot with Doug, clinking her glass with his before puffing her chest out and downing it. "Yeah, you certainly did," she said, thumping the empty container down onto the table without even a grimace.

Everyone couldn't help but immediately look at the much smaller chest. Even with her padded bra, she didn't have the cleavage to hold a shot glass. Some of them egged Doug on, "Take one with your new friend," they laughed. "Or maybe she can take one off you!"

Dougie shrugged at Beth. Somehow he enjoyed her pale, dazed form. As effective as the gin was, another drink could prove more potent. "Ah, c'mon guys," he played back, defending her.

It wasn't long before she was standing again while holding another a shot whose contents she didn't bother ask about. As she held it almost unsteadily, part of her told not to do this and that she couldn't handle it. The other side, however, so desperately wanted to impress him. He even asked her again if she was sure.

She took the shot and downed it. She couldn't help but feel the room spin a bit. "Wow, I don't know if I should have any more..." she smiled, almost falling onto Doug a bit. She was laughing and trying to play it off 'cool' once again. At the same time it was hard to tell if she was really that tipsy or just looking for an excuse to paw him a bit.

Doug caught her laughing giddy form in his arms as she staggered into him. In this image, it became apparent on just how big, hard-bodied, and collected he looked and was, and how tiny, fragile, and scatter-brained she looked and was. He also shared a look with Cassie, who had seen and was not impressed by the grabby, drunk girl routine. The rest of the group found it infinitely funny though, well part of a joke that Beth couldn't clue into even if she tried.

"You alright?" he asked, as if he wasn't aware of her imperiled state

"Yessum!" she giddily affirmed. There was a definite aura of eroticism in the air as Beth ran her hands up his biceps just a bit. She caught herself, as if coming to a bit of a realization - about the time Cassie slid her chest front and center.

"Sure about that?" Cassie snarled, giving Beth an evil eye. She knew this girl realistically was not a threat to her and Doug -- for all his games with her -- was not actually interested in her, but the primal instincts that come with another woman making a pass on her man kicked in nonetheless. Like a peacock puffing its feathers to show its prowess as a dominant animal, Cassie jutted her chest out in Beth's full view.

It was an impressive display and one that everyone took notice of. A couple of cat calls followed with one of the other guys whooping it up and adding in a "Would you look at those!" Beth for her part, backed down a bit as Cassie's heaving chest got close to her face.

"C'mon babe," Doug started to Cassie, appearing like he would deescalate a tense situation that was heavily stacked against Beth. He inevitably was responsible for bringing out Cassie's jealous streak, but there was nothing like watching her assert herself over another woman. He placed an arm around Beth's back, as if to offer moral support as much as physical support for her. For a subtle instant, his hand trailed down and cupped her ass. "We're all friends here. It's all fun here. Hey, when's that boyfriend arrive again?"

"Uh, oh, I don't know. He probably got delayed at work," Beth said, a little bewildered at the rising tension, and yet still somewhat entranced by the prospect of this going somewhere.

Having this stud just grab her in front of everyone, in a way she was not used to being handled...she wanted to pull away but yet, she found her feet heavy as cement. Her mind and body had conflicting opinions on what to do. And all the while, this was the first time her boyfriend entered her thinking -- and she needed to be prompted to consider his whereabouts!

Doug was too amused by Beth's situation not to keep poking at it. As slyly she thought she was at trying to be cool to impress him, it was apparent she was desperate and clueless. He was also amused that she was outwardly shameless about it, despite he himself - not even her - bringing up her boyfriend numerous times.

"Well then, we have some time to kill then."

She nodded slowly, biting her bottom lip unconsciously. She was not trying to appear desperate, but clearly she was. Her almost silky long skirt pressed into her legs as she shuffled them around trying to find a good place to fit in. "Yeah, I mean, might as well." What was she doing? Where did she think this was going? She wasn't sure, but she didn't seem to care.

Cassie, resigned to a dominant stance with her hands on her hips, rolled her eyes in response to the smaller breasted girl. Beth was lost in a cloud made of lust and alcohol, which obviously masked her judgement. "Unbelievable!" she huffed.

Cassie continued to give Beth her best fixed 'I-can't-believe-you-actually-are-acting-like-this' look. Beth was oblivious to it, as if she did not see all the warning signs and continued down the road with the DEAD END sign at it. Her muscles moved gently as she straightened her legs a bit. She turned to the group of hunky guys and the busty femme fatales, grinning and almost hanging on to Doug, as if she was part of their conversations. Clearly she was not. She could not have looked much more desperate if she tried. Well, maybe a bit.

He grinned as she clung to him - both physically and verbally - like he was her protector. "Maybe we should move this to a different locale then," he said above her.

Nodding while nestling further into his chest, she agreed. "Sure, if you want." She looked at him doe eyed and eager to appease.

Dougie gave his friends an up nod and a wink. "Tell hubby we'll be back if he comes," he announced as they noisily salute him back. With Cassie following behind, he gradually led them out of the busy bar. If not for the arm he had around her liquor pumped body, it was questionable whether Beth could support herself. It also allowed him to cop some feels.

All she could do was nod at him, wide-eyed. She wondered how he could be so calm with the guys bellowing out behind them and Cassie in tow, but although heart was beating madly as she scrambled out the doors with Doug, she was enticed to continue on. Like a snake charmer, he had worked his magic on her. A mixture of emotions swirled within her. She was so glad she had the courage to come here tonight. It had turned out so well. Doug was so suave, so confident, so cocky and cool. His body was rich and muscled, and he always seemed to have control of everything. She did not even realized she was being led outside or that he was caressing her plump but firm ass cheeks and copping the occasional feel as he saw fit.