This took place at the end of my senior year of high school. With the end of high school approaching, people were partying, letting loose, and lightening up.
Except me.
I had grown up religious, and as such I never went partied in high school. But one of my old friends was throwing a party. One of the reasons why I went was because I knew there’d be no alcohol. Looking back, I think two things:
1. That’s kind of lame: I’ll only go if there’s NO alcohol. Come on, man.
2. What parties did I miss, given that I didn’t drink? What amazing fun times could I have had? Oh well, c’est la vie!
One of my friends was Becca (not her real name), and I had known each other for four years and had shared a bunch of classes throughout. She was a very bubbly, cute cheerleader with big tits (from my memory, I’m guessing they were 34D) and a bubble butt that developed early. She was really smart and always kind. Just a great person to chat, joke around, and cram together in the library. Platonic though our friendship was, I secretly (even to myself) enjoyed looking at her ass, usually crammed into tight jeans as she walked by.
There were about 30 people packed into the basement, listening to music, and chatting. A bunch of people I hadn’t talked to in forever because I had been so consumed with church. It was nice; I was reconnecting with my old classmates.
Becca came up behind me and grabbed my hand. “I need to talk to you.”
“Uh, okay, what’s up?”
“Not here, I need to talk to you privately.”
Confused and concerned, I followed her lead as she kept her grip on my hand and led me upstairs, where it was completely empty. Apparently there still wasn’t enough privacy, so she led me further into one of the bedrooms.
At this point I had no idea what was going on, so I just went with it. We entered the room and closed the door behind her. *Click* went the lock.
I was worried for her. Did something traumatic happen to her? Did she need help? I prepared myself to wade into some serious shit. Yes, I knew that I was more spiritual than her, so maybe she needed some deep level advice.
“Okay, what do you need to tell me?”
“Actually, I need to show you something. I went to the beach and got a tan. Look.”
Without a moment’s pause, she leaned over and pulled on the neck of her blouse. What was already a decent sized hole became a cavernous window where I could see her large, swollen tits hanging down. And sure enough, there were those beautiful tan lines; white triangles created an abstract pattern, almost like a map, indicating where the viewer should look. Her areolas were large brown circles, waiting to be tasted.
So I did what any red-blooded guy would do…
I covered my eyes and ran out of the room. I went back downstairs and joined the party.
As I ran out, I passed by another girl who was grinning. I have no idea what she knew, but in my narcissistic imagination they had been chatting about what would happen. Would she have kept a lookout to make sure we were not disturbed? Even better, would she have joined in?
Yep, absolutely nothing happened between us. When I think about what I would’ve done after I went wild, I shudder at the missed opportunity.
As so many high school friendships, we lost touch and we never spoken about the incident.
I know, I know, it’s all build up but no fuck. But that’s what happened. What I now wish what happened is an entirely different story.
***
“Hmm, looks like you got a lot of sun.” My brow furrowed in concern. “Uh oh.”
Frowning in return, Becca said “What?”
“I think I see something needs to be looked at, hold on.”
I slowly grabbed her waist, bringing her closer to my crotch, as my other hand crept up her shirt. My warm hand cupped her nipples and she let out a “ooh” as my heat of my body collided with her cool tits. .
Our bodies were now pressed tightly against each other, our eyes locked into each other. After four years of platonic friendship, I suddenly realized how hot my friend was, and how much I wanted to fuck her. “Hm, yeah, I need to take a look.”
We slowly kissed, our lips meeting for the first time. Supple lips met and her tongue peeked into my mouth. She was so moist, so warm. My left hand massaging her tits, and my right hand cupping her ass, we made out for a few minutes.
I slowly separated from her and started pulling off her shirt. I took a moment to step back and enjoy the view. There she stood, tight jeans hugging her firm ass and hips, while her tits proudly displayed themselves.
I took off my shirt and pressed my chest against hers, happy to explore my friend’s ass from behind as we continued to make out. As we kissed, I again parted my body from hers, only to move to the front of her jeans and started unbuttoning them. I peeled her pants off of her round, full ass, cupping them as the rough material brushed against her soft skin. Massaging her firm and full ass, I buried my face into her pussy, smelling her wetness as it spread across her panties. Playing with her clit through her panties, I felt her moan and squirm and my tongue flicked across the landscape….
That’s honestly as far as I can take my imagination with this scenario. To this day I can’t believe my innocence, my lack of libido (or will to act on it), and my naivete (that in some ways is still with me, even after being liberated).
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the little diversion, and if you’ve ever fucked up a hook-up, at least there’s this one dude who fucked it up more than you!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/buoww2/when_my_friend_showed_me_her_tits_in_high_school
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