Bosom Buddies Ch. 01

I felt schizophrenic. One second we'd be happily bitching about homework or whatever, and the next second I was trying to hide the erection that sprang up whenever one of my girls stretched out and yawned. It was humiliating.

The fact that I mainly hung out with girls also got a rumor started that I was gay, which made it even more difficult to convince other chicks I wanted to date them.

By the time Valentine's Day rolled around, I didn't even bother finding a date. Talia and I were lazily watching TV in her room, killing time for a few hours before the Valentine's party she was throwing. Then, without warning, she suddenly got very anxious, nervously fidgeting with the random stuff on her nightstand. I asked her what was going on and she hurriedly blurted out "I've gotta go downstairs for a second. Just stay here, okay?"

I crossed my heart and sat alone in that room for ten long minutes, wondering what the hell was going on. Unable to keep still, I got up and paced (a nervous habit of mine), only to glance out the window, where I noticed that Talia's car wasn't alone in her driveway. Four others were squeezed in behind it. Which meant that all five girls were downstairs...

Suddenly, some hilariously cheesy porno-style synth song started blasting from outside the room. The door swung open to reveal my Valentine's Day present: a parade of goddesses.

Red-haired Amy entered first in an orange t-shirt about ten sizes too small for her. It clung to her skin like paint, those sizeable breasts tugging up the majority of the fabric to expose her sexy toned midriff. Below, she wore nothing but a white thong, which she showed off by sensuously twirling around, slowly rocking the globes of her firm, practically bare ass from side to side in front of my shocked face. Damn. She really was a talented dancer.

Behind her was Talia, dressed in a black lace corset and thigh-high fishnet stockings clipped to frilly black underwear. Her tits jutted out proudly from within semi-transparent lace cups, hinting at the darkness of her erect nipples. She raised her knee and placed one black stiletto heel on my thigh, holding my gaze with her incredible, hypnotic eyes. Then she scratched her nails across her fishnet stockings, the frippp sound dropping my mouth hung open with desire. Talia smirked at my reaction, unable to stay in character for even a second longer.

Stephanie strode inside the room, dressed in pink bikini bottoms and a matching pink tube top. The stretchy fabric clung enticingly to her huge, braless boobs, which were only half covered by the fabric. There couldn't have been more than a millimeter between her exposed cleavage and the two perky nipples denting the fabric of her top. She shook her chest deliberately in time with the music, so I felt no shame in openly staring at those epic, jiggling tits.

Then, with a bit of timidity, Elizabeth followed her friends, utterly sidelining me with the amount of skin she had chosen to reveal for me. She was dressed as a Victoria's Secret Angel--white wings flaring out behind her. The only clothes on her body were some frilly white panties and a matching white bra holding her enormous bosom on proud display.

Stunning as she was, the fact that shy Elizabeth trusted me enough to do this was almost more gratifying than the titillation of the whole fashion show. I held her eyes with mine, letting my smile tell her that I thought she was incredible.

I knew what was coming next, and I wasn't disappointed: Corrine sashayed into the room, the big finale, dressed in a faux fur cave-girl bikini. The outfit was a joke, to be sure, but it nonetheless revealed more of Corrine's unbelievable body than my eyes had ever seen before.

She stalked slowly towards me with her long, smooth legs. Her breasts were almost bare: mountains of soft flesh swelled outwards in all directions, and an impossible line of cleavage stared at me where the skimpy top squeezed those tits together.

She leaned over me, her boobs swinging back and forth from the movement. Corrine traced a finger down my chest, scratching a bit with her fingernail. She must've been able to feel my heart, beating away like a sparrow's.

An evil smile crossed her face, and she kissed me--full on the lips. I was on fire, brain swimming with arousal. She backed away, holding my gaze like a snake charmer. Before I knew it, she was replaced with Amy, who also kissed me, her lips tasting of sweet fruit. Then came Talia, who slipped me a bit of tongue and left me with a wink. Stephanie actually straddled my lap and sat there with a smile, waiting for me to take the initiative. I did, enjoying the cotton candy lip gloss she had worn for the occasion. Emboldened, I reached down and gave her ass a playful squeeze--and she did the same to me.

Then, at last, came Elizabeth, looking flushed and nervous about her kiss. The other girls encouraged her, and she moved in close—but stopped at the last second, staring at me with those beautiful green eyes. Reassuring, I gently wrapped my arms around her and whispered in her ear, "It's okay if you don't want to kiss me, you've already given me a wonderful Valentine's Day."

Somehow that made up her mind, and Elizabeth grabbed hold of my face and furiously started frenching me. She was wild, her kisses impatient and inexperienced, but also incredibly passionate. Her enormous, bra-clad breasts squashed against my chest and she moaned into my mouth.

It was by far the hottest moment of the day. After all the visual stimulation of the last few minutes, the surprise of Elizabeth's passionate kissing practically pushed me over the edge. Then, as suddenly as she had started, she stopped. Pleased with herself, she backed away from me, sighing, "Happy Valentine's Day, Ian."

I gave them a standing ovation. Then, realizing they were all giggling at my outrageous erection, I changed it to a sitting ovation. Mission complete, the girls went downstairs and changed back into their party clothes. My poor penis was more confused than ever.

Later that night, I got Elizabeth alone for a minute and told her how surprised I was that she had gone along with everyone's plan. After all, she usually shied away from flaunting her body like the others. Her good mood suddenly soured. Without a word, she turned on her heel and made a beeline for the exit.

"Wait!" I chased after her, "What did I say?" She got in her car, but I made a point of blocking the driveway. My words had clearly hurt her for some reason and I was determined to make it better. Frustrated, Elizabeth got out of her car and started walking home in a huff.

"Don't leave!" I shouted. She stopped, took a deep breath, and turned angrily back towards me.

"I'm not some sickly sweet goody-good girl prude, you know," she pouted, "I want to act fun and sexy and stuff just as much as everyone else! I do have hormones, you know! I'm sick of all the girls always treating me like their super-innocent kid sister. It's bullshit! Steph and Corrine have barely gone further with a boy than I have and they still talk to me like a child because I don't dress like I'm in a rap video."

I took a step towards her, smirking, "Liz, I don't think you're a child. The angel who walked into that room earlier today with those beautiful big boobs of yours was ALL woman."

She blushed at my response, suddenly self-conscious about her little outburst. "It's nothing you said, it's just starting to really get on my nerves the way the other girls tease me. I'm sorry I took it out on you."

I held out my hand to lead her back to the party. "And I'm sorry I just assumed the other girls had to put you up to that fashion show. I should have known better when you started kissing me like that."

Elizabeth's cheeks turned an even deeper shade of pink. "I'd never French kissed a boy before, so I figured, what the hell? You've gotten pretty cute, and I knew it wasn't gonna go anywhere."

There was something about the way she said those final few words that crushed my spirits. She sounded so damned certain! She "knew" it wasn't gonna go anywhere? Why couldn't it go anywhere? What had started off as one of the hottest nights of my young life suddenly felt very cold.

A few weeks later I encountered what was, by far, the worst side-effect of my new social circle. I had spent the last several months fending off constant requests from every asshole in the school who wanted me to hook him up with one of my friends. Football players who had been tossing me in trash cans less than a year ago were suddenly buddying up to me, sometimes even trying to bribe me if I would help them nail a girl. I couldn't blame these guys for trying, but I refused to take part in their idiotic attempts at conquest with five people I legitimately cared about. Give a mouse a cookie, I figured. When one of the girls actually liked a guy, I'd always get out of their way, but my unilateral refusal to aid and abet utter douche bags didn't make me any friends.

Quite the opposite, unfortunately.

On my walk home from school, I was ambushed by no less than five guys on the football team whom I had refused to help out with the girls. The worst of the bunch was the team captain, Charles. Everyone in school knew he had raped a freshman girl over the summer, but she was too ashamed to ever admit it to the police. As far as I knew, his buddies had never gone quite that far, but they were backing him up which made them just as bad in my book.

I had hated all of them since elementary school. I'd even fantasize about somehow miraculously attaining Tony Jaa level ninja powers and beating the shit out of the whole group while my classmates cheered me on. But no matter how many times you see it in movies, one guy just can't hold his own against half a dozen.

At least I didn't make it easy on them. Charles went home with a black eye, and when one of his friends tried to grab me I stomped on the guy's hand and broke a finger. But nobody would say I won the fight. I spent the better part of a week in the hospital.

Still, karma got the better of my attackers in the end. One of Charles's genius friends had filmed the whole attack on his parent's camcorder, everyone's face on clear display. He then dubbed some copies of it for them all at the school's AV lab, not realizing that all my nerd friends ate lunch there. By the end of the next day, the police had a copy of that tape and my five assailants were going to jail for assault. I didn't have to do a thing.

My week in the hospital was made a bit less miserable by merit of having five hot girls as my best friends. There was an endless stream of cards and care packages, plenty of good company, and that one time Stephanie showed up after visiting hours...

I was due to leave the following morning, and feeling pretty decent aside from a few lingering aches and pains that were keeping me up at night. I had my own room thanks to a bit of lucky musical chairs with other patients being escorted around, which meant plenty of peace and quiet but also a fair amount of boredom.

I was just about to try for some sleep when the door opened and a nurse walked in to check on me. A nurse with golden ringlets and 34DD tits bulging under her scrubs.

Stephanie gave me a quick wave, stifling a giggle at my shocked expression. "I know you're kind of an insomniac, so I figured you must be bored out of your mind after we all go home. Figured I'd sneak in and pay you a visit."

She had bought a pair of scrubs from a local provider, and kept a straight face walking into the hospital--which was apparently all it took to make it past security.

"Wow," I stammered, "You really are a good actor."

She just smirked at the compliment (Steph always did have a bit of an ego) and quietly slipped under the covers with me, snuggling up nice and close. It wasn't the first time she and I had laid down together, but the fact that she was going so out of her way to be close to me this time made our snuggling a bit more intimate.

Sure, she was wearing scrubs--not exactly the sexy nurse costumes of yesteryear--but I still enjoyed the feel of her warm body stretched out against mine. And I was just wearing that damn hospital gown under the covers, allowing Stephanie to tenderly trail her fingers up my bare leg.

A week in the hospital also meant a week without jacking off or any kind of sexual relief, and her tender touch on my thigh was all it took to get my young penis throbbing hard. Her lips brushed my ear: "You know I feel really bad about what happened. We all do. If we'd been there, we would have backed you up. Helped even the odds, six on five."

I slid my hand up from her hip, beneath her scrubs, caressing her bare back. Looking her in the eyes, my words just slipped out:

"I love you guys."

Stephanie stiffened a bit at that, so I quickly clarified, "I don't mean, like, romantically. Honest truth is I don't exactly have, like, 'a crush' on any of you."

She let out a little sigh, somewhere between relieved and disappointed. "You know," she said, "We sometimes wonder about that amongst ourselves. Like, 'Is Ian head-over-heels for one of us and he's just too scared to admit it?' We feel bad about teasing you sometimes, worrying it might be hurting your feelings if you really were in love with one of us. We don't mean to lead you on or anything, it's just fun seeing your reactions."

"No, I've never felt like that," I assured her. "You're all just my friends, and I like that you're all just my friends. I don't know if I've ever gotten along so well with anybody. But I am a guy and you are all so unbelievably gorgeous, it can get confusing. At least for certain parts of me."

Stephanie laughed out loud, quickly cupping a hand over her mouth to block the sound, not wanting to give away her presence to any passing hospital staff.

"Does that make sense?" I asked.

"That actually makes a lot of sense," she answered, "You've really cleaned yourself up in the past year and I sometimes I look at you and I can't help but have, you know, certain... thoughts."

She snuggled up even tighter against me, head nuzzled to my shoulder and her hand continuing to drift absent mindedly up and down my bare thigh. From this position, my mouth was less than an inch from her neck and my breath made her shiver. "What kind of thoughts?" I asked.

"Just, you know, like rolling around with you on a big bed without any clothes on. Stuff like that. It's like you said, I don't like you as a boyfriend or anything. I've had crushes on plenty of guys, that's not what I mean I don't want you to freak out or anything. It's just confusing sometimes, like you said."

I gave her neck a gentle little kiss and she closed her eyes, clearly a bit nervous to be discussing this with me. Her hand slid up a daring few inches, grazing the bottom edge of my bare ass. I'm sure she could feel my erection in her hip. "Do you have those thoughts about me?" she asked.

I slid my hand down and full-on squeezed her ass, prompting a smile. She still didn't open her eyes. "Of course, Steph. All the time. It drives me crazy." I playfully nibbled the skin of her neck, which forced her to gasp.

"What about the other girls? You have those thoughts about them too?"

"What do you think?" I nibbled her ear.

"Mmmm... I think you fantasize about having a big porno orgy with all of us at the same time."

"Sometimes," I answered, "But the truth is, more often than not, I fantasize about being with you girls one-on-one. I admit I get totally turned on by everyone--Talia, Amy, Corrine, Elizabeth, YOU- "
I groped her ass again, pulling her against my erection for emphasis. Stephanie sighed in pleasure.

I continued, "But most of my dreams are of hot, intimate sex between two people. I've never had even that, so I wouldn't even know where to start with a six-some."

"Me too," she whispered. "I don't want to lose my virginity to just some guy I don't even care about, but I get so horny I can't stand it sometimes. I don't know if I can wait for mister perfect. I mean, I've never even touched a real penis before."

Unconsciously, she was dry humping me beneath the covers. It was starting to get difficult for my brain to censor the inner monologue. "God, I wanna fuck you so bad right now, Steph. Is that weird?"

Her eyes shot open at my boldness. But she didn't pull away. Her skin was flushed with desire. "I want that too, but... I don't know..."

I nodded, trying to get myself under control--then she dropped a bombshell on me: "Maybe just not SEX. Let's do other stuff."

Sounded good to me.

Stephanie and I kissed ferociously, filled with hot desire. I dove my hands beneath the waistband of her underwear, madly groping her bubbly bare ass. She immediately reached straight for my hard on, easily accessible through the hospital gown, gripping me a bit hard at first, but then relaxing her hand into soft, explorative strokes. I was in heaven.

Impatient, I released one of Steph's fine buttcheeks and unclasped her bra (it was easy, thanks to Corrine's tutoring). I reached up under her dangling bra cups and squeezed those huge delectable melons, instinctively thumbing her nipples. I had gotten this far with other girls before, but none of them had tits anywhere near as spectacular as Stephanie's. Those things felt incredible in my hands: warm, heavy, and unbelievably soft. Her pert nipples burned into my palms.

Stephanie moaned in pure ecstasy, wrenching her mouth away from mine just long enough to desperately whisper, "Put your fingers in me."

Not needing another invitation, I released her right breast and stabbed my hand down into her underpants, playfully slipping my fingers across the outside of her warm wetness.

"Mmm--mm! Inside!" she demanded, letting go of my cock long enough to aggressively yank off her shirt and cast aside her bra. No longer concerned with being caught, Stephanie rolled on top of me, her glorious, naked tits fully revealed above the covers.

Her right breast swung loose and unfettered, an inch above my lips. I craned my neck and Stephanie crushed her chest down to my face, smothering me with her huge tit as I scraped my tongue across her nipple.

She let out a gasp, and started rubbing my cock with wild abandon. I took that as my cue to finally insert a pair of fingers inside her tight warmth, my thumb instinctively playing with her clit. We went at it like we were trying to win a race or something, our hands a blur between each other's legs—

That was all it took. We were young, and excited, and it was our first time having another person touch us like that. Stephanie went off like a firecracker, the sound of her orgasmic moans bringing me over the edge as I blasted spurt after spurt; a week's worth of spunk into her hand, never prying my lips from her tit.

Finally we calmed down, and she gingerly removed her breast from my overactive mouth, explaining that it was starting to get a little raw.

Outside, we heard the sound of hospital staff approaching, no doubt in response to Stephanie's screams. In a panic, she hurriedly slipped her top back on and gave me a quick kiss goodbye.

She was gone by the time the real nurses arrived. I made a show of how they had "woken me up" and they quickly left me in peace.

In the darkness of my hospital room, I suddenly felt very alone. I desperately wanted Stephanie to come back so we could talk about what had happened, but she never did. In fact, I didn't see her again until I was back at school. Was she ashamed? Was she okay? As I tried to calm down and go to sleep, my mind reeled at the ramifications of what Stephanie and I had done:

Would Stephanie and I have to start dating now? No, she had made it clear that she felt the same way I did--sexually frustrated but not romantically interested. Would the other girls get mad when they found out what we'd done? Or worse, jealous? I knew none of the other girls were interested in me, but chicks can be weird when one of them does something the others haven't. And if they are jealous, what does that mean for us all as friends? Predictably, I briefly entertained the idea that all the other girls would be jealous, and that they would all take turns screwing my brains out in increasingly absurd ways to even the score. Then a final thought entered my head: What if Stephanie doesn't tell anyone? Do I have to keep this a secret?