“Look, if you can’t concentrate, we’re gonna have to get this over with. You’re clearly too fascinated by my tits to get anything else done. So, are you gonna touch them, or not?”
“Excuse me, am I what now?”
“Touch them. You know, honk honk. Get it out of your system.”
“I… I couldn’t…” Simon was shocked. He couldn’t objectify her like that. Well, okay, in the privacy of his own room, his own mind, of course he could. That’s how he’d spent the last few years of his life, at night. But not in person. That would be… wrong.
“Yes, you could. Give me your hand.”
“No, I don’t want to.”
“Don’t lie to me. I know you better than that now; I can see how hard your cock is. Give me your hand, and let’s get this over with.”
“You really want me to touch you there, like that?”
More than you can possibly imagine, she thought. Again, what’s the big deal? Half the football team have splashed their cum over these puppies, at one time or another. All I’m asking you to do is feel them. Man up, Simon. But she couldn’t say that out loud, it’d scare him off for sure. But she had to say something. “Oh, for God’s sake Simon, be honest will you. We’re friends now aren’t we, so we can be truthful with each other. I know you want to; you know you want to.” And I want you to, she said to herself, but couldn’t admit that to him. There was honesty, and then there was insanity.
She took his shaking hand, brought it to her boob. He curled his hand over the curve of her, staring at his fingers as they cupped her.
“There,” she said. “Not so scary.”
Simon’s brain was in meltdown. I can’t believe I’m touching her boobs! He could feel his hands shaking. She moved round, sat in front of him, and he brought his other hand up to grab the other breast.
“Gently, they’re not stress balls, don’t squeeze so hard.”
“Sorry… It’s firmer than I expected,” he mumbled, still staring at his hand.
“That’s because of the bra. Feel here,” she said, drawing his fingers up to the cleavage where her necklace nestled. Sure enough, Simon felt the soft flesh give with the slightest pressure. He stroked his fingers across her silky skin, over the crease to the other boob, and back again.
“You’re amazing,” he said, finally managing to tear his eyes away from her tits to look at her face.
You’re so sweet, she thought. She could feel him trembling, and it was really starting to turn her on. The effect she was having on him, the strength of the reaction just from the gentlest touch, she’d not known anything like it. Her past boyfriends were horny, experienced guys. Simon was nervous and excited. He had no preconceptions about what was normal; ah, the things she could teach him… she felt herself getting wet at the prospect.
She shuffled over, sat on his knees as he continued to fondle her breasts, stroking over the material of the crop top. He seemed content, but she needed more. She grabbed the hem and pulled the top over her head, so his hands could stroke across lace and satin instead.
“Oh god,” he breathed, as he saw her perfect tits presented in the sexy lingerie. He traced the outline of the bra, ran his hands over her back, followed the curve of the cup from her armpit down into the depths of the cleavage where the bra met her breastbone. He cupped both boobs in his hands, gliding his thumbs over where he could just see an impression of her nipples pushing against the fabric. He heard her breath catch, and he smiled, slowly teasing at her nipples, drawing forth a moan.
She tucked a finger under his chin, lifted his face towards hers. Simon was powerless to stop her as she brought her mouth to his, gave him the warmest, softest kiss, slowly capturing his top lip with hers before drawing away. Their eyes met, briefly, and then she leant forwards again and pressed her mouth back to his, and then expectantly parted her lips.