tagExhibitionist & VoyeurBosom Buddies Ch. 06

Bosom Buddies Ch. 06


(Author's note: Everyone in this story is at least 18 years old)

(A round of applause to ErikaKane for continuing to edit my work)


"And you turned her down?!" Amy sat bolt upright, her jaw hanging open in shock. I just nodded, glancing around the room to take in the equally disbelieving reactions of Talia, Stephanie, and Elizabeth. Reeling from what had just transpired, I'd called the four of them over to my house immediately upon getting home from my fight with Corrine.

While the others assaulted me with questions, Elizabeth calmly scooted over to my side and gave me a calming, comforting hug. Little by little, I started to calm down. Liz didn't care about the sordid specifics of what had happened, she just saw that I was unhappy and wanted to cheer me up. That girl never spared a thought for herself, only others. To a fault, sometimes. But that was who she was, and she couldn't help it.

I looked down at Elizabeth's gorgeous face, suddenly overtaken by the urge to give her a grateful kiss on the lips—but her eyes were closed, the positioning was kind of awkward, and everyone was watching—so I let the moment pass.

Sensing that Liz had made the right call, the other three joined in on the hug, enveloping me with the sweet softness of their bodies. Then we all moved on with our day.

Corrine and I stopped talking after that fight. Part of me missed her terribly, but I was way too angry to go anywhere near her.

The following week, when Rachel offered to let us all stay at her family's cabin in the mountains over spring break, I couldn't shake my disappointment over the fact that Corrine would not be joining us. If you'd asked me, I would have told you I didn't even want her around—but that was a lie. I did want her around. I desperately wanted her around. I just wanted it to be the version of her that hadn't humiliated me.

Still, I couldn't help but cheer up a bit when Rachel quietly informed the rest of us that her parents would be in Maui during our break, NOT at the cabin with us. I would be spending the entire week alone with six other horny, unsupervised teenagers—five of them beautiful girls.

For the trip up, we split everyone into two carloads: Stephanie would take Simon, Amy, and Elizabeth in her station wagon, while I would take Talia and Rachel in my beat up minivan. On the morning of departure, things were looking up. The rain had died down to a light drizzle, the sun was starting to peek out and say hello, and I couldn't help but enjoy the fact that my two passengers both looked absolutely gorgeous.

Talia was celebrating the bit of sunshine by showing off her body: a belly shirt, a miniskirt, and knee-high boots. Her long, raven hair was up in incongruously childish pigtails.

Tiny little Rachel, while not exactly possessing the "knock out" body that my other friends had, nonetheless had a kind of feisty, daring energy about her that I had always found incredibly sexy. She was wearing a purple baby tee to match her latest hair color, and beneath it bounced a pair of nice, yummy tits—not too big, but sizeable enough it was easy to imagine them filling my hands. I tried not to stare at those puppies, but what can I say? Motion is eye-catching, and she wasn't wearing a bra.

They decided to share the backseat for the duration of the drive, so they could "snuggle."

As soon as we got on the highway, the rain came back, full force. Driving through it took every bit of my concentration. For the safety of all, I couldn't allow myself to be distracted, even for an instant—

Except Rachel and Talia were making out in my back seat.

Soft, feminine lips teased each other. Slender fingers intertwined as they excitedly licked and nipped at each other's necks. Seriously, you try keeping your eyes on the road through all that.

After I almost smashed us into a tree, I asked that they please tone it down. But instead of listening to me, Talia just smirked and promptly stripped off her belly shirt—putting her big, creamy breasts on display beneath a skimpy black bra. She kept kissing her girlfriend, tugging Rachel's petite little hands against her shapely chest, adding some moans into the mixture for my benefit.

I bet Stephanie's carload of Elizabeth, Amy, and Simon were all singing Disney songs and telling jokes. Fun, easy, the drive passes in the blink of an eye, right?

Things were not so easy for me.

A quick glance in my mirror showed Talia pulling Rachel's cargo pants down past a pair of unexpectedly feminine lace panties.

I tried valiantly to keep both eyes on the road as Rachel straddled Talia's lap, giving the sensuous, exotic teenager easy access to her adorable butt—which was pointed right at me. If I'd wanted, I could have easily reached my hand back twelve inches or so and given that ass a nice grope...

Argh! The blare of an air horn yanked my eyes back to the road just in time for me to avoid colliding head-on with a semi-truck. I cursed my stupidity, realizing I had been so distracted by the girls in my back seat that I'd briefly drifted into the oncoming lane.

But they still didn't stop going at it! If anything, our near brush with death just got those two ladies even hotter for one another.

Fuck it.

I pulled onto the side of the road and set the parking brake. If these girls were so anxious to put on a show, then I figured I might as well kick back and watch. Sensing we'd stopped, Rachel threw her head back over her shoulder and shot me a naughty grin—

Which is precisely when Talia sucked Rachel's tit into her mouth. The petite girl gasped in surprise, then instantly melted into her own pleasure, tiny hands grabbing hold of Talia's pigtails. I watched with fascination as Talia dragged her tongue across the pointed nipples of her lover's braless tits, teasing through the thin fabric of Rachel's shirt.

Rachel was in absolute heaven, her achingly pretty face tense with pleasure. Her hips writhed involuntarily on her girlfriend's lap, anxious for some attention. But Talia just kept teasing, her slender fingers dipping between Rachel's legs and ever so softly brushing across the girl's lace underwear.

Impatient, Rachel stabbed a hand down the waistband of her panties and began strumming her own clit, punctuating each jerk of her wrist with a loud whimper.

The erection in my jeans turned to steel.

Talia slipped a hand beneath the lace of her lover's underwear and pushed her middle finger up—inside—zapping Rachel's body as though she had just plugged into a light socket. Talia's free hand squeezed Rachel's sweet ass, Talia's wet tongue teased Rachel's soft tits, and Rachel's own fingers expertly diddled her hot clit—

Rachel came suddenly—a back arching, hip thrusting orgasm--then collapsed atop Talia, her satisfied moans muffled by her lover's shoulder. While Rachel recovered, Talia gently stroked the girl's wild purple hair and smiled at me. She was as happy as anyone I'd ever seen.

After a minute, Rachel recovered, kissing Talia's lips before letting her body slip down to the floor, kissing every exotic inch of Talia's body as she went.

Talia groaned as Rachel licked her way up those smooth, shapely thighs...

Not saying a word, Rachel snaked her hands up beneath Talia's miniskirt and pulled down a black thong. The brief garment slid down Talia's legs and over her boots, then Rachel politely handed it to me—

"Hold onto this for me, will you?"

The thong was wet in my hand.

Rachel wasted no time hiking Talia's miniskirt up to her hips, exposing a dark patch of hair and a beautifully soft pussy, then planted her face and went to town, rocking Talia's world with her powerful little tongue.

My eyes met Talia's, studying her rapture. Miniature crescendos of joy rolled across the girl's stunning face every few seconds. I automatically lowered my gaze to the way her tits jiggled beneath that skimpy black bra.

With a smile, Talia grabbed the front clasp of her bra and unsnapped it, her naked breasts bursting into my field of vision. She grabbed hold of her own nipples, tweaking and pulling them as she moaned from Rachel's ministrations. Her dark, exotic eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, her face almost sad for a moment as a climax eluded her--

But not for long. A single, explosive orgasm wracked Talia's whole body and then she slumped against the seat, exhausted. The interior of the van suddenly became very quiet. Just the patter of raindrops on the windshield, the occasional Doppler of an oblivious car zipping past, and the panting of three fiendishly aroused human beings.

The girls hastily redressed, ignoring my obvious wood with phony innocent expressions.

"Why ever did we stop?" Talia giggled, "Is everything alright?"'

With a frustrated groan, I straightened out my erection and pulled the car back onto the road.

I kept those panties as a souvenir.

I had hoped for a repeat show once we got to the cabin, but Stephanie's car was already there when we pulled up, the passengers patiently waiting for Rachel to let them all inside. The place was bright and clean, with an old-fashioned charm to it, and had that great smell you only find in the mountains.

Amy squealed with delight upon learning that the hot tub out back had an overhang protecting it from the rain, meaning she'd actually have an excuse to show off her new swimsuits over spring break. She wouldn't be getting an entire beach ogling her, as she'd originally intended, but Simon and I (and I suppose Talia and Rachel), would suffice.

Rachel gave us all a quick tour, showing off the spectacular master bedroom where she and Talia would be spending their nights, as well as the two smaller, adjoining guest rooms at the other end of the house. When Simon asked the rest of us if he and Stephanie could have one of the guest rooms to themselves for the week, I caught an awkward flicker of Steph's eye in my direction, and I silently prayed that something would wash away the lingering sexual tension between us.

Elizabeth was more concerned with the fact that the two guest bedrooms shared a single, tiny bathroom built into the adjoining wall—meaning that the five of us staying in that end of the house would be sharing only one sink. I wasn't quite sure how that was going to be a problem, but then again, I'm a dude.

Things were pretty chill that first night. We lounged around the living room, relaxing and drinking a little more from the liquor cabinet than was probably reasonable. Simon had started taking guitar lessons a few months ago, and at everyone's insistence he played for a bit. The guy wasn't exactly "good" in the objective sense of the word, but we all enjoyed his efforts nonetheless.

His playing got worse after the girls changed into their pjs.

Stephanie wore a baggy basketball jersey, though her prodigious breasts still stretched out the material where it counted. As an added bonus, I could see the swelling cups of her yellow bra through the enormous arm holes. The whole thing dropped down mid-thigh, so I had no idea what kind of underwear she had on beneath it when she dropped her perky round ass onto Simon's lap.

Amy came out braless, her tits bouncing beneath a t-shirt she had picked up after some concert. My eyes immediately dropped to the tight panties she was wearing, and the way they dipped inside the cleave of her incredible, athletic butt.

Liz opted to wear something cozy, hiding her voluptuous body beneath a long-sleeved, button-up top and matching pants. Modest as the clothes were cut, I couldn't help but admire the way her disproportionately large boobs made their presence known every time she stuck out her chest and yawned. The sight of Liz in those pajamas prompted me to imagine long, happy nights snuggling up with her under the covers, warming my hands beneath her shirt as I lovingly fondled her breasts.

Rachel and Talia took a bit longer getting back to the living room. We all laughed a bit when we heard moaning coming from their room, and Amy let out a wolf-whistle in their honor. They really couldn't get enough of each other.

Rachel came out a short time later, blushing slightly. She was wearing a pair of boxers and a tight purple tank top that snagged nicely against her breasts.

Talia followed behind, wearing some stretchy shorts that showed off the delicious curve of her ass. Her top, which had once been an ordinary black tee shirt, was now bordering on ridiculously slutty. Talia had taken a pair of scissors to the neckline, slashing it down so that her unsupported tits were practically falling out. The sleeves had been cut away with jagged lines to show off her slender shoulders, and a final jagged cut at the bottom of the garment ensured that every inch of her sexy, slender midriff was clearly exposed. I flashed back a few hours, when she had teased me by pulling at her own beautiful naked breasts as she came, and suddenly I could think of nothing I wanted to do more than to throw my exotic friend to the ground and fuck her unconscious.

But she had a girlfriend, so that option wasn't even on the table. Instead, I made the best of the evening, enjoying friendly company, sexy scenery, and a really good bottle of wine that I was way too young to properly appreciate.

We all turned in at around two in the morning. Stephanie and Simon disappeared into the adjoining bedroom, while Elizabeth, Amy, and I worked out sleeping arrangements for the two queen sized beds in our room. Adorable, tipsy Elizabeth suggested instead that the three of us would be "more cozy" if we all shared the same bed. I seconded the motion, and, to my delight, Amy agreed with a drunken shrug.

I hurriedly stripped down to my boxers and we all climbed under the sheets together. Three warm bodies, cozy as predicted.

Yeah, I realize this sounds like the beginning of the greatest night of my life—but in truth, both girls were so loopy that they were out the second their heads hit the pillow. Trapped as I was between gorgeous girls, I found sleep somewhat more elusive than they did.

But things really got frustrating when I heard kissing coming from the other room.

I tried to ignore it at first. None of my business anyway, right?

When that didn't work, I threw a pillow over my ears and rolled away.

Still no good. All the horrible sounds emanating from Stephanie and Simon's bed passed right through the thin, bolsa wood doors of the adjoining bathroom.

I cursed that stupid bathroom. What sort of lazy, corner-cutting contractor built that thing, anyway? For some reason the cheap doors at either end had horizontal slits cut into them, like the door in front of a water heater. Maybe something to do with the central heating? Whatever the reason, there was virtually no privacy between the two guest rooms. I heard Stephanie's every breathy moan as though it was coming from six inches away.

Don't get me wrong, I had long since gotten used to the idea of Stephanie and Simon as a couple. But it's one thing to see the girl you lost your virginity to giving her boyfriend a goodbye kiss, and it's another thing entirely to lay in bed for forty five minutes, forced to listen while they have a passionate make-out session on the other side of a paper-thin wall. I knew Steph wasn't exactly having sex with the guy until prom, but still...

In my own bed, Amy's perfectly sculpted thighs straddled my left leg. Elizabeth's full, succulent bosom rested on my right arm. Yet I felt confoundingly alone.

Fact was, I didn't know how I was supposed to feel at that moment, and it was pissing me off. Unwanted mental images of Stephanie and Simon flashed across the backs of my eyelids: The two lovebirds, their lips mashed together with youthful lust. Simon's hands, groping and fondling the healthy breasts beneath her jersey. Stephanie's hips, dry humping the hard cock straining against his underwear.

It was infuriating! And hot! And humiliating! And hot. And unfair! And hot.

I went to the kitchen to clear my head with a cold glass of water, scowling at my own cock for being so damn hard for no damn reason. As I reclined against the counter and tried to relax, I heard the door to Rachel and Talia's room creak open, and peeked my head out to watch as Talia tip-toed across the living room in my direction.

My eyes had adjusted enough to the darkness that I could tell she'd scrubbed off her makeup for the night, and her usually luxurious raven hair had been mussed by a pillow--but thanks to the radiant smile on her face, Talia looked as gorgeous ever. It didn't exactly hurt that she still had on those stretchy blue shorts and that sexy shredded t-shirt.

"Can't sleep?" she whispered. I just nodded noncommittally.

"Me neither. I've been dying for a drink of water for like an hour now, but it felt so nice having Rachel laying in bed with me, I wanted to wait until she was asleep before I got up."

For a moment, I felt a self-absorbed stab of bitterness. I was jealous of what the two of them had with each other.

I quickly shook it off. Talia was a great girl, and she deserved to be happy. She reclined against the kitchen counter, quietly sipping her glass of tap water in the dark. After a moment of silence, Talia excitedly whispered:

"She asked me to prom."

"Makes sense, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, but the thing is, if I go with her as my date, it means I'm gonna have to tell my parents that—that I don't just like boys."

I watched as a million conflicting emotions zipped across her exquisitely beautiful face in the span of a few seconds.

"Are you ready for that?"

Talia took a long sip from her cup and nodded, clearly more than a bit anxious about the prospect of coming out to her somewhat old-fashioned parents. But then she broke out into a spontaneous fit of giggling so loud that she had to cover her mouth to hush the sound.

"What's so funny?"

She looked up at me, whispering in the darkness:

"Nothing. I'm just so happy! I feel happy to be me. Not worried, or freaked out about what I'm doing with my life, or any of that stuff. I always felt like I was kind of crazy—"

"You are kind of crazy."

Talia just rolled her eyes and kept talking:

"But I don't feel like that anymore! It's like, there was always this random servo or whatever inside of me that wasn't clicking into place, and it drove me up the walls. The first time I kissed Rachel, that servo finally clicked."

You ever realize how some girls are most beautiful when they're angry? And some girls are most beautiful when they're sad? For some, it's when they're sleeping. Or laughing. Or right on the precipice of a mind-blowing orgasm.

For Talia, it's when she's happy. And at that moment, she was the most beautiful she'd ever been. I found myself gazing into the two most hypnotic eyes on the planet. Half Korean, half Colombian—and nowhere was Talia's striking exoticism more dramatic than in her eyes.

"And she's so pretty! Don't you think?"

I just nodded, "No, Talia, I think she's gorgeous. I think you're both gorgeous. And I think you're even more gorgeous when you're together."

She blushed and looked away—dropping her gaze to the iron bar tenting my shorts.

"You know," she whispered, "I felt really bad about this morning, leaving you all horny and unattended after we put on that show for you in the car. We hadn't planned it or anything, and afterwards I just felt like it had been unfair to you."

"You don't have to feel bad, Tal, you're in a relationship. Besides, watching two hot girls go at it is like every guy's fantasy."

Talia met my eyes again, this time with a naughty glimmer. She raised her fingers to my chest and absent-mindedly traced a pattern across my bare skin.

"The thing is, I don't want to just be your fantasy, Ian. You mean more to me than that."

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