Regifting Ch. 06

"Says the woman in practically nothing," Brad replied, sitting beside her.

"You don't like it? Should I take it off?"

Brad laughed at her teasing moxie, remembering what he had suggested to Nikki who had declined.

"No, you're fine. I can see through it quite well when it's wet."

Becca giggled, climbing on top of him to straddle his legs.

"Wanna taste?" she offered, sticking her chest out so her breasts were front and center.

"Now?" His hands instinctively went to her hips, his eyes glancing down to admire the wet curves of her presented breasts.

"If you want."

It was tempting to taste those luscious mounds, to bury his face between their enhanced curves, but rather than following through, he leaned down just enough so he could lightly kiss the exposed tops then alternately bouncing his legs so they jiggled in their confined state.

Becca laughed, adding to the effect, then pushed herself on to him and kissed him. She forced her tongue into his mouth, greedily tasting him, her breasts pressed against his chest as the sun beat down on them. His hands slipped under her bikini bottom, the material stretched tight from the extra body parts.

"Let's go inside," she said after breaking their embrace. Grinning in that knowing way, her motive was transparent to all but the must dimwitted of men.

"You sure?" Brad asked.

"Uh huh," she nodded then kissed him again.

Drying themselves, Becca led him inside and to his bed where she stripped out of her swimwear in a flash and pulled him on top of her.

"Go ahead," she told him, "I know you wanna."

Brad's hands went to her breasts, captivated by how they felt as he kneaded them. He kissed each of the presented nipples in turn, their coolness from the pool soon dissipating as his tongue warmed them. But that wasn't enough for Becca, her hands catching him off guard and forcing his face into the cushiony mounds.

She laughed at his reaction, her legs wrapping around his waist to hold him in place.

"Someone's getting excited," she giggled, wiggling her hips as she felt his dick growing hard. "Hang on," she suddenly said, her legs snapping clear and pushing him off her. She disappeared down the hallway, quickly returning with the bottle of lube.

"Since we have to rinse off, there's no reason we can't get a little dirty first," she told him. Lying back down on the bed, she applied several small dollops of the clear liquid between her breasts then rubbed them together to create a slippery surface.

"Okay," she announced, pressing her breasts together with her hands.

Brad hesitated before his emboldened nature took over and straddling her chest, placed his semi-hard cock into the indicated cleft. Becca pressed her breasts together more firmly, their buxom shapes cradling and partially covering him.

He had to lean over and place his hands on his headboard, but otherwise able to tentatively move his hips back and forth until he became fully hard.

"There we go," Becca said, smiling as she watched his performance.

This was certainly different than any pussy he had been in, the firm nature of her compressed breasts contrasting with the slipperiness of the lube. It wasn't long before he had developed a comfortable rhythm, his dick sliding in and out of her offered valley, his excitement growing from the slippery friction.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Becca asked, looking to watch as his cockhead momentarily appeared in front of her face before pulled back to reappear seconds later.

"Yeah," Brad breathed, the sensation not dissimilar to how it felt when she used her soapy hand on him. In fact, it felt really good, so much so he was soon properly fucking her breasts, his hips shoving forward then yanking back his engorged cock. Faster he went, his gaze looking down to watch his actions, Becca occasionally readjusting her breasts so they provided the most contact for him.

His deep exhales signified his aroused state, his hands gripping the headboard more tightly as he drove his cock back and forth. Faster he went, each time his cock compressed by her adding to his desire of this new found delight.

"Come on," she encouraged him, "cum on my tits." She smiled as she watched him shove his cock into her, the warmth between her breasts growing as its passing increased moment by moment. She made sure to keep her breasts pressed together, moving her hands to him in place.

His brow furrowed as he felt his balls tighten, his panted breaths and moans letting her know he was close. Still faster he went, his dick flashing in and out of her breasts, the bed rocking as the motion of his body moved their two bodies.

"Ahh. . . hhhhhh!" His cock exploded in a sharp release, small globs of cum spilling out on to her chest just below her chin as well as wetting the area between her breasts. This added lubrication forced him to go faster, his cock sliding more easily as his body quivered with each thrust, his hands held to the headboard in a death grip.

Becca's eyes were wide as she watched him cum, his warm drops of cum rubbed into her skin as he continued to fuck her breasts. She pressed her breasts together even harder, forcing them over his shaft as Brad moaned more loudly, his body unable to stop fucking.

But stop it did, his skin a bright pink when she released him. Reaching out with her hand, she took hold of his pulsing cock and wrapping two fingers around him, gently milked him further, Broad grimacing and groaning as she emptied the last few drops of cum on to her breasts. Even though he was sore and tender, her hand slid over his shrinking length until he was spent.

Collapsing beside her, he breathed deeply, even more so than when he was swimming, his body exhausted and wanting only to sleep.

Becca reached out with her clean hand and found his, not saying a word as they lay together, listening to his gulped breaths return to a more sedate nature. She waited about ten minutes before suggesting they clean up, Brad nodding but unmoving as he continued to recover, his body sore from head to toe. Another few more minutes passed she prodded him again, this time Brad struggling to turn towards her and saw the mess he had left.

"Wow," was all he said, looking down as Becca smiled.

"Now you know why I want to get cleaned up," she told him.

Agreeing it was the best course of action, he helped her sit up and quickly got the water running so she could step in and rinse off. This time there was very little horseplay, his hands gravitating to her ass excepted, and when finished, found something light to eat for a late afternoon meal.

They lay together on the couch for the remainder of the day until Becca told him she had to leave so she could get ready for work, Brad inwardly disappointed she couldn't stay but understanding why she couldn't. He helped her find her things, almost of all of which were confined to the bedroom, admiring how her curves were accentuated by her clothes. She hugged him, the two standing in the room until she pulled him down to kiss him, again thanking him for everything.

"You sure you want to come back?" he asked a final time.

"You keep asking me that," she answered, "do you not want me to?"

"I didn't say that," he told her. "I just want to be sure you're not letting your emotions take over and get you in over your head."

"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it." Her voice was solid and Brad knew she was speaking her mind so he let it drop.

As he had done with Nikki, he gave her a note with his phone number, cautioning her it was a private number and not to abuse it.

"Only when you give me a heads up," he told her in a father-like tone.

"So when I'm feeling horny?"

The two shared another laugh, Becca acknowledging his caution and kissing him, this time more deeply.

"I'll see you soon," she told him as they stood at the door, Brad clad only in his shorts and glancing at her breasts as they strained against the white cotton top she wore.

"If someone gets into an accident because they were looking at you," he joked, "don't call me. You're on your own."

Becca laughed, understanding his comment and with one final kiss, left him to return to her world.

Over the next several months she did call to ask if he was free, occasionally spending the entire weekend with him, their sex sessions ranging from simmering to overheating as they experimented on each other. They even spent New Years Eve together, Brad bold enough to take her with him to a party sponsored by his publisher where Becca had the attention of every man there, and almost every woman as well, with her black sequined strapless sweetheart dress which showed off her curves to perfection.

The following year continued with the two getting together less frequently as her classwork occupied more of her time, her thoughts turning to her thesis and what to do after completing her degree. Amazingly the two never had any significant disagreement, each innately understanding what their relationship was and not expecting more from it.

It was the middle of July when Nikki's name came up in conversation, Brad never having mentioned her since she had left but occasionally thinking back to their time together.

"Have you replied to Nikki's invitation?" Becca asked as they lay in his bed after another rousing bout of sexual exploration.

"What invitation?" Brad asked, immediately sitting up at the mention of her name and the question.

"You didn't get an invitation to her wedding?"

"No, I didn't get an invitation to her wedding. She's getting married?"

Assuming he would be invited, Becca instantly realized her mistake. As she had already let the cat out of the bag, she explained how Nikki was getting married in late September to someone she had met in college.

"She was seeing this guy when she came over?" Brad's stomach churned as he realized he had unknowingly broken one of his cardinal rules: never get involved with someone who is already involved with someone else.

"Yeah. Didn't she tell you why she wanted to see you?"

"She said she wanted to have drinks."

Becca was silent for several moments, the situation as he perceived it the complete opposite of reality.

"Then you don't know the real reason?"

"No. What was it?"

She hesitated, unsure how he would react to the truth but having no option but to tell him.

"She got engaged to this guy who was from Australia but going to school here. She knew once she married him she would be going with him back to his country because the company he was working for had a different job for him."

Brad was silent, understanding he would never see Nikki again even if he wanted to.

"So why did she come over?" he asked, a pain in his heart as he waited.

Becca sighed, the words she spoke even more unsettling to his ears.

"She told me about you in her senior year and her plans for coming back to see you. She spent months looking for the perfect dress, dragging me to every store she saw. Almost every time we talked she mentioned you; how you were so nice, how you were so mature, the way you did things, the words you used. She went on and on about how you were the perfect guy for her yet because of the difference in ages, she couldn't have you."

She paused, her words lying heavy on Brad's chest as he processed what she had said. He thought back to when he had first met Nikki, her effervescent demeanor and stunning good looks combining to override common sense which should have prevailed.

"She wanted one more night with you, one night to let loose and do what she wanted. She kept telling me she could be who she was when she was with you, that you wouldn't judge her or take advantage of her. She could do things with you and not feel guilty in the morning."

Silence hung over the two, his thoughts muddled as he tried to process the message.

"She never said it," Becca finished, "but I could tell. She was in love with you."

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