Mable's Breasts Pt. 03

Mable reached out her hand and stroked my shoulder affectionately.

"Look..." she said. "Despite today's appearance, Eleanor is a very sexy woman. I certainly wouldn't blame you one bit for being attracted to her that way." She paused momentarily and looked at me thoughtfully. "Listen, honey. Far be it for me to ever tell you who you should, or shouldn't, have sex with. I would never do that. But I like you very much, probably a lot more than I ever should. And...well, I guess it would just make me really sad to think that you had given up your virginity to a slut like Eleanor."

I started in surprise, feeling my cheeks begin to warm. "What makes you think I'm still...you know..."

"A virgin?" She smiled kindly, "Well, of course you are, honey. I can see it in everything you say and do." As I looked away in embarrassment, she placed her hand under my chin, lifting my face to hers and looking into my eyes. "Unless you can you look me in the eye right now and honestly tell me otherwise?"

I swallowed hard, the lie right there on the tip of my tongue and screaming to get out. But, from the sincere look of empathy and affection on her face, I knew intuitively she would see the lie for what it was and that it would likely damage our relationship. Instead, I shook my head to indicate I could not say otherwise.

Mable smiled and caressed my cheek. "I care about you very much, Jimmy. My fondest wish would be that your first time could be with someone special to you...and not just a quickie with a cheap woman like Eleanor. The woman you finally lose your virginity to will be someone you'll remember all your life. But, in the end, the choice you make is entirely yours."

I picked up my wine glass and drained the remains of my glass to cover my sudden pang of anxiety. My God, her warning about Eleanor had just created the perfect moment for me to be openly honesty with her about my feelings. My heart was beating so loudly I was sure she could hear it.

"If I could pick anyone in the world to be with, Mable...I'd want it...to be with someone just like you," I said softly, unable to look into her eyes as I spoke. And, as soon as the words were out of my mouth, the gravity of my declaration hit me like a sledgehammer. Even though what I had said was the absolute truth, I was suddenly suffused with renewed anxiety as I realized that she might very well feel I had crossed the line with our friendship.

She was silent, and as the silence became prolonged, I looked up at her to see her eyes had, once again, welled with tears.

"Oh," I gasped, knowing I had seriously blown it. "Oh, God, Mable...I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have said..."

She reached out quickly and placed her fingertips over my lips to stop me from saying anything more and leaned close to look into my eyes. "No, honey," she said with a little shake of her head. "It was perfectly all right to say what you did. I just need to be sure of how you meant it. Did you mean a woman like me, or...me specifically?"

I nodded soberly, realizing my mistake and knowing the next words I spoke would likely change our relationship profoundly, for better or for worse. "If I was given the choice of any woman in the world to be with for my first time," I swallowed hard, looking into her eyes to be as sincere as I possibly could. "I would choose you, Mable."

Once again, the heavy anvil of anxiety settled over my chest as I watched every nuance in her facial expression to gauge her reaction. She just looked at me, saying nothing for a long poignant moment. And then a tear dropped from her eye to slide slowly down he cheek as the corners of her mouth curled into a hint of a smile.

"In that case, Jimmy...I would be truly honored to be with you that way," she said, her voice breaking with emotion.

I swallowed hard, almost unsure I had actually heard her correctly. When she said, 'be with you that way', was she saying she would have sex with me?

"Seriously?" I managed to stammer, "You'd really let me..."

Mable laughed softly and stilled my lips with her fingertips once more. "Let me make myself crystal clear, honey. There is absolutely nothing in the world I would rather do right now than to take you into my bed and relieve you of your virginity. So...to answer the question you were about to ask, Yes."

I swallowed again, my mind reeling. "You mean...right now?"

She kept her smile but bit her lip thoughtfully. "If that's how you would like it to be," she said, stroking my cheek with the ball of her thumb. "We can most certainly do it right now."

Suddenly, I was more than a little unsure of the situation. It seemed like she was more than willing to have sex with me...and right now, if I wanted. But...there seemed to be a bit of reluctance in her demeanor.

"If I might venture a suggestion though," she said, looking at me thoughtfully. "It's getting a little late and, if we were to do it now, it would very likely be a little...hurried, don't you agree?"

I nodded tentatively, realizing that it WAS getting later by the minute, and I hated having that hanging over my head at this particular moment with Mable.

"I'm thinking that it might be infinitely more meaningful and pleasurable...for both of us...if we wait until a more appropriate moment where we'd have the luxury of time to do it the right and perfect way. Does that make sense?"

I nodded, seeing the wisdom in her words. "I like that idea."

"I think it would be wonderful to be able to spend an entire night together, don't you?"

I nodded once more, smiling to imagine something so incredible.

"So...tell me," she continued with her lips curling into a smile. "Do you ever have an occasion where you happen to spend the night away from home? Maybe at a friend's house...some kind of sleepover?"

The memory of John's suggestion for an all-nighter game night this weekend jolted me, and I nodded, "Oh my God," I smiled broadly. "John just told me today that he wanted to have an over-night gaming session at his house this weekend."

"Really?" Said Mable, returning my smile. "Do you think your friends would be terribly upset if you agreed to the over-night gaming session, but spent the night here with me instead?"

I laughed, "They'd be a little pissed at me, but they'd get over it."

"Excellent," she smiled. "Do you know which night it'll be?"

I shook my head, "He said he'll let me know, but it'll definitely be on Friday or Saturday night. God, I can't believe this is really happening."

"It is, honey," she said with a smile. "And I'll be right here waiting for you no matter which night it happens to be."

"Can I kiss you?" I suddenly blurted.

Mable smiled and leaned forward, bringing her lips to mine. She kissed me with a sensuality that took my breath away. Her lips parted and the tip of her tongue found mine. The kiss lingered, our mouths moving sensually together, and I was instantly erect. Impulsively, I reached out and cupped her breast. Mable moaned softly into my mouth and suddenly her hand was against my jeans, directly over my erection.

She pulled away with a little gasp and smiled. "Woah...Wait, before we get completely carried away..." She said with a smile, her cheeks red with emotion. "We should stop right here, and maybe let this serve as a preview of coming attractions." Her eyes widened and she laughed aloud, "No pun intended," she said, continuing to laugh.

I laughed as well, a moment later, as I caught the double entendre in her words. "I'll talk to John tomorrow," I said as I stood and prepared to leave. "I'll call you as soon as I know what night he wants to do it."

Mable stood and walked me to the door. "Just remember what I said about Eleanor, and be careful when you're over there," she said.

I nodded and stepped into her warm embrace. Her lips found mine once again, parting to sensually slide her tongue against mine. Then, with a sigh of regret, I turned and left her apartment.

I made a quick trip to BestBuy and purchased two external hard drives, making it home before dinner.

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I met with John the next day at school. "Hey, man," he said enthusiastically. "We're on for Friday night. Joel's good to go, but Jeff will have to play from his house. He's got some family thing going on."

"Excellent," I smiled. We talked a while longer as we waited for our next class, but I hardly heard a word. All I could think of was spending Friday night with Mable. I felt bad deceiving John into believing I would be there for game night. I thought about telling him right then and there but thought it might be best to wait until game night, lest he decide to change his plans.

I texted Mable as I was settling into my desk, saying, "It's Friday night. That still good for you?" A few moments later she responded with a smiley face emoji and only one word, "Perfect."

Immediately after school, I hastened over to Michael's apartment, which, as I had previously mentioned was only one apartment building away from Mable's.

Michael's apartment was a mirror image of Mable's, just reversed. He showed me to the room where he kept his computer and, just as I had done with Mable, set up his new external drive and showed him how to back up his files.

Once that was completed, I installed the clean-up, anti-virus, and anti-malware programs, instructing him how these programs would help to keep his computer clean. I then ran the clean-up and, just as it had been with Mable's computer, found several gigabytes of junk and a plethora of malware infections. I cleaned things up and defragged his drive, resulting in a much smoother operation and quicker boot time.

The worst part of working for Michael was the fact that he was constantly in my face with an overabundance of questions and meandering off on non-sequitur tangents that kept distracting me, especially during the wait time for the optimization process.

However, he seemed extremely pleased with the results I had achieved and paid me the two hundred and fifty dollars in cash. I made a follow-up appointment to return in thirty days, logging it into my phone's calendar, and finally made my departure. All in all, a very profitable afternoon, thanks to Mable, and I smiled all the way home.

Later that night, I telephoned Mable to let her know how things had gone. She seemed very happy that all had gone so well and copied the follow-up appointment into her own calendar. Knowing I was to work on Eleanor's computer the next day, she ended our conversation with another warning to be careful.

"Don't even worry a little bit," I smiled. "The whole time I'm with her, all I'm going to be thinking about is spending the night with you on Friday."

Mable laughed and once again we wished each other goodnight.

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After school the following day, I hurried over to Eleanor's apartment to check out her computer. She lived a couple of blocks away from Mable's apartment complex, in a different complex. Her apartment was on the third level and I had Mable's words of caution on my mind as I knocked on Eleanor's door.

She opened her door and greeted me with a smile, looking much different than the first time I had met her. Instead of that tight bun, her shoulder-length red hair was down, framing her face and looking infinitely more appealing.

She was dressed rather nicely as well, in a cream-colored, silk blouse and a modestly short navy skirt. She also wore a pair of navy pumps with surprisingly long stiletto heels, which made her appear much taller than when we first met.

She led me to her computer room, and I couldn't help but admire her shapely legs and the way her tight skirt hugged the contours of her nicely shaped buttocks. As with Michael, she sat beside me as I went through the back-up process with her new external hard drive.

I was glad I had elected to purchase a one terabyte hard drive as Eleanor had several hundred gigabytes of files to back-up. While all three of the backups I had done had a lot of business files, forms and saved e-mail communications, Eleanor also had a rather exorbitant number of photos and videos as well which took up a rather exorbitant amount of space on her computer.

She seemed more than a little concerned about her pictures and videos and even went so far as to admonish me not to open any of them, and to just copy the entire folders onto the external drive. My curiosity was piqued, however, knowing what Mable had told me about her, and was hoping I might be able to get a glimpse inside those folders if the opportunity ever arrived.

With all of her files saved to the external drive, I convinced her that removing them completely from her computer would free up a tremendous amount of space on her hard drive and definitely give her a boost in performance. After satisfying herself that all her files were safely saved to the external drive, she agreed.

I installed the clean-up and anti-malware programs and ran scans to discover yet another computer filled with junk files and malware infections. Eleanor was astonished by all the things wrong with her computer and seemed extremely happy to know I was putting things right.

As I was running a final defrag and optimization process of her main drive, her cell phone rang. I couldn't help but smile at her ringtone, a segment of the old Donna Summer song, "Love to Love You, Baby", with Donna crooning ever so sensually as if she were having sex.

She looked at the screen and frowned, "Shit," she said, "sorry, I have to take this."

She stepped from the room, but I could still hear her portion of the conversation.

"What? You mean, NOW?" She said, a groan in her voice. "I can't do it now, Tim, I actually have company and...Really? Surely it can wait? Okay, okay...I'll bring them right over."

She returned to the room in a highly agitated state, muttering obscenities as she rummaged through a file cabinet to extract several manila envelopes. She placed a hand on my shoulder.

"I'm so sorry," she said, looking anxious. "I have to deliver these files to my supervisor, and the ass-hole wants them right fucking now. It should only take me ten minutes at the most. Will you be all right here by yourself for a little while?'

"Oh, yeah...no problem," I returned, "It'll take me at least that long to complete the defrag program."

She sighed heavily and dashed out of the room. Moments later I heard the front door close and lock. As soon as I was alone, I quickly accessed her new external drive where I had copied all her photos and videos. I was extremely curious as to what she might have in those video folders, especially after the things Mable had told me about her.

The video folder itself contained many other folders labeled by subject. I quickly scanned the names and discovered two folders of particular interest, "Xmas party 2016", and "Xmas party 2017". I quickly opened the first to discover a 60-minute video of Eleanor with several men. Fast-forwarding quickly, I could see it was definitely a gangbang video like Mable had described, and quickly copied it onto my flash drive to view later. The 2017 video was another hour-long video of Eleanor and several men in a different setting. I copied that video as well.

Curious as to what other kinds of porn Eleanor might have on her drive, I opened a folder titled "Massage" and found several professionally made videos of a woman named Rita, a masseuse who sensually massaged her male clients, all of which lead to a happy ending for all concerned, and very hot. I copied them as well, for myself.

Eleanor also seemed rather fond of gangbang videos. Opening a folder with that title revealed a plethora of videos featuring a white woman and several black men. Not really my thing, but I could certainly understand Eleanor's interest.

I was about to close the video folder when a title stunned me, "Animal". Inside were seven or eight videos that I could clearly see were of the bestiality genre. On impulse, I copied that folder onto my flash drive as well.

I was about to explore more but heard Eleanor's key in the apartment door. I closed out her external drive and pulled my flash from her computer. When she entered the room breathless from hurrying, she found me leaning comfortably back in my chair, casually looking through my phone as the defrag program was just about to complete.

"Perfect timing," I said with a smile. I wrapped things up and, as she resumed her seat beside me, I walked her through the things she needed to know about the care and feeding of her computer.

When all was completed, Eleanor was extremely pleased by all my efforts. "My God," she exclaimed with an astonished smile. "It boots up so fast now." To my astonishment, she reached out and embraced me affectionately. "Thank, you...thank you," she said, beaming a huge smile. "I can see now why Mable sings your praises so highly, you're amazing."

I laughed and thanked her, thinking how my being amazing was really nothing more than merely cleaning up after most people's careless computer maintenance and making myself look in the process.

Entering the living room, she bade me sit on her sofa while she retrieved her purse. She joined me on the sofa, handing me three one-hundred-dollar bills.

"Oh," I gasped, "Eleanor, I can't make change."

"You don't have to," she smiled, "I've added a little extra as a tip for all your hard work."

I was rather stunned but thanked her. And, as I had with Michael, made a follow-up appointment for thirty days hence and I entered it into the calendar on my phone.

"So, tell me," she said, leaning back onto her sofa cushions and crossing her legs with a sensual slowness, as only women with gorgeous legs can do, her skirt riding up revealingly on her thigh. "How long have you and Mable known each other?"

"Not very long," I responded with a shrug.

Eleanor smiled, "I only asked because she seems to be especially fond of you, and I was just curious."

Again, I shrugged in a non-committal way, uncomfortable talking to Eleanor about Mable. "She's a good friend."

"Oh, I'm sure she is. Are you fucking her?" She asked with one raised eyebrow.

"What?" I gasped, "No...of course not. And seriously, even if I was, I wouldn't go around telling anyone about it."

Eleanor smiled, "A gentleman too," she said, "Very commendable. But, surely though, she must have at least shown you those big boobies of hers?"

Eleanor laughed at my obvious discomfiture, "Oh, don't look so shocked, I happen to know she's rather fond of exposing herself that way to young men," she replied. "Are you telling me that she's never done that for you? Knowing her the way I do, I find that a little hard to believe."

I laughed and shook my head, actually beginning to like the whole cat and mouse conversation and even enjoying her unabashed directness. "Again," I responded with a smile. "Even if she did ever do something like that, I wouldn't..."

"Yes, yes," she interrupted with a dismissive wave of her hand. "I get it, you're a gentleman to the end. Even though it pains me to say it, I think she's a lucky woman." She smiled as she spoke those words and toyed with the buttons on the front of her blouse.

"I was actually hoping you might have seen her boobs because I would have liked your opinion as to how mine might compare," she said with a smile. To my complete surprise, she pulled open her blouse to expose her breasts.

I gaped at her breasts. God, they were lovely. Small, maybe a C cup, but beautifully formed with small peaked nipples. Her skin was exquisitely pale, almost the color of milk, and I was momentarily tempted to reach out and cup one of her breasts to get a sense of the texture of her skin.

With a smile, Eleanor demurely pulled her blouse closed to cover her chest. "I hope I haven't offended you," she said with a teasing smile. "I've been told that I'm a little too forward at times."