I woke up to a strange feeling. Somehow, I managed to have got to the bed because I was lying down in it.
“Thought you would never wake up,” Chelsea said. She was between my legs, her hand wrapped around my dick. Then her head began to bob up and down on it as she sucked it all the way down then back up again.
“Fuck that feels good.” I said. Still a bit confused about how I got to the bed but shaking it off. She crawled up towards me.
“Not as good as this is going to feel.” she replied, giving me a wet kiss, before sliding down on my dick.
“Fuck!” I said as her tight pussy gripped my hard dick. She rocked back and forth. While keeping her gaze on me.
“Told you.” she said. “Just wanted to say thank you for helping me.” she said, brushing her hair to the side while her hands were on either side of me. “What about these?” she said, looking down at her enormous tits. “You have been wanting them all night.”
They were huge and now swaying back and forth side to side as she rode my dick. I grabbed one with both hands and still had more to spare and began sucking and nibbling on her tiny nipples. “Mm that feels good, keep doing that.” as I sucked on her nipples, she started riding me harder and faster.
“Suck on the other one.” she said. I nodded and grabbed the other tit and sucked on it. She leaned back as I sucked on her tits, grinding down on my dick. Back and forth.
“Fuck your tight as hell!” I said, moaning in pleasure
“Hey! Wake up,” she said down to me.
“What?” I replied, confused.
“Wake up!” she said down to me again.
Then I snapped awake to being back on the couch.
“About time!” Chelsea said from the kitchen. I sat up and looked around. I was back on the couch; well, I never left the sofa, it would seem.
“Sorry about that,” I said.
“It’s okay you were umm about to you know,” she said, pointing in the area of my dick.
“Oh.” I said, embarrassed. “Sorry.” I said, pulling the covers over myself.
“It’s okay.” she shrugged. “Lived in a house full of horny brothers, then had roommates that never stopped touching themselves so you would think I would get used to it.” She said as she moved about the kitchen.
My eyes finally started to focus, and I saw she was dressed in exercise shorts that came close to her mid-thigh and a very tight sports bra, which was doing nothing for my already hard morning wood.
“I went down to the gym and then across the street to the store to pick up some food, all you had was cereal,” she said.
“Yeah, not much of a morning person,” I replied, still trying to think of other things to calm myself down. Maybe this was a bad idea having her stay here.
“Well, your alarm went off early this morning,” she said.
“Alarm?” I asked, confused. “Shit what time is it?” I asked in a hurry knowing I was already late.
“After eleven,” she replied.
“Fuck!” I said, standing up. “Shit!” I said, turning away from her quickly as I ran into the bedroom. I quickly gathered some clothes and rushed into the bathroom.
“You late for something?” I heard through the door.
“Yeah,” I replied as I stripped and sat on the throne. I turned the radio on in the bathroom so she couldn’t hear everything going on in there. “I had to meet the guys at the convention at eight,” I replied.
“Oh, I am making breakfast burrito’s do you want one to go?” she asked. Yum, I thought I hadn’t had a real breakfast in years.
“Thanks.” I replied.
I heard her footsteps walk away from the door and relaxed, taking my morning crap like all guys did when I looked on the floor under the sink. There was a bra. I smiled. One of the cups was as big as my head. I thought about putting it on my head like the scene from that movie, but then I shook it off.
Then I noticed something it couldn’t be what I thought it was. I gently moved forward and picked up the bra. Yeah, there it was in black writing 32L. I threw it back like lightning had struck my hand. My dick sprang to action again.
“No!” I said to it and quickly jumped, flushed the toilet, sprayed the room with the air freshener, and jumped in the shower. The cold water promptly calmed everything back to normal. But that measurement stuck in my head.
“So, I have to ask something?” Chelsea said. She was outside the bathroom. Lucky, I sprayed, I thought.
“Still in the shower,” I said out loud. I heard the door open and heard Chelsea come inside. The shower curtain wasn’t see-through, but I am sure the outline of my body could be seen.
“Are you gay?” she asked.
“What?” I replied in shock.
“I mean if you are its okay,” Chelsea said. “I am just asking because most guys with a female in their room, drunk off their ass and not capable of fighting anyone off, would have jumped at the chance to fuck them.”
“Like I said last night, I am not like that. It wasn’t right to take advantage of you,” I said, “And no I am not gay, if you were in here, you would know that,” I said as even the cold water was not enough to keep my erection from spiking up again. I heard a giggle.
“Don’t worry I have my back turned,” she replied.
“Thank you,” I said, still washing off the soap.
“But I must be honest,” Chelsea said. “I saw it already.”
“What?” I asked in shock again.
“This morning when I went to the gym, your covers were off and you do wear boxers and well, IT was standing at attention through the hole in your boxers, I covered you up and went to the gym.”
“Damn it!” I said, cursing myself.
“You have no need to embarrass believe me. Your girlfriend must be one lucky woman and brave,” she said.
“No girlfriend, and why brave?” I said, reaching out of the curtains for a towel.
“To take that thing inside her, no way no how, it wouldn’t’ t happen for me.” Chelsea said as she passed me a towel. I laughed.
“Um thanks I think?” I replied.
“Oh, it’s a compliment,” she said as she exited the bathroom. I quickly got changed and left the bathroom. She had some clothes in her hand and went into the bathroom. “Don’t leave me here alone, okay?” she asked. “Not yet anyway”. I nodded and looked for my phone.
At least I could call the guys and tell them I would be late. But then I remembered I left it in the rental.
“Okay I will eat breakfast then.” I said, smiling. I sat down to eat breakfast when I heard shouting. I moved into the bedroom. “This is awesome,” I said with a mouthful.
“Thank you.” she shouted back. “Did you hear what I said?” she asked.
“No, I was in the living room.” I replied.
“For fucks sake get in here I can’t hear you!” she said. I opened the door slowly and left it open but stood outside.
“Okay what did you say.” I said slightly, looking in. The shower curtain did show outlines, and the outline was terrific. I stood there just staring.
“I asked what happens now?” she said.
“Um?” I said. She laughed.
“Are you staring again?” she asked. I could tell she was laughing.
“Definitely staring,” I replied.
“Turn around silly,” Chelsea laughed. I turned around, which made it a lot easier to think.
“Okay well you need a job, what did you do before.” I asked.
“I was a dancer.” Chelsea replied, “Not a stripper, just a dancer for a night club.” she said. “But I hated it, guys were always pawing at me and whistling all the time, thinking I would fuck them just because I danced.” I nodded.
“Okay what do you like to do?” I asked.
“Dress up.” she replied. “Hand me a towel,” she said. I reached for a towel and gave it to her, then walked out of the bathroom.
Then I had an idea. I quickly put everything in the kitchen away and put my shoes on. When Chelsea came out of the bedroom, her hair was still wet and curly, coming just past her shoulders. She was wearing a white top with a black jacket that came to her waist and black jeans.
“Staring,” Chelsea said.
“Damn it,” I said, smiling. “Got to learn not to do that,” Chelsea laughed.
“One time I will catch you staring at my boobs, keep catching you staring at my eyes, now my hair,” Chelsea said. Then she grabbed her boobs in each hand. “They are down here,” she said, laughing.
“I will remember that,” I said, grabbing the keys to the rental and the hotel keys. “Ready?” I asked. She nodded.
On the way there I told her I had an idea and that it was a surprise. I called the guys and told them I was running late, to which they were okay and said they had lots to do. So I felt better about being late.
Chelsea told me a little about how she had run away from home after her brothers literally took advantage of her in every sense of the word, from chores to getting them beer. They treated her like a slave.
How she moved here became a dancer for a small club, then later a big club and how her boyfriend abused her mentally and physically. I felt so sorry for her seemed everything went downhill in her life from the moment her mum passed away. We reached the convention centre as we went in, I got through security, but they stopped her because she didn’t have a pass.
“So, you remember me, right?” I asked the guy.
“Yes sir,” he said. “Okay she is with me.” I said, grabbing my pass from my neck and placing it over hers. He nodded, and we went through.
“Your kind of mean,” she said.
“Why you say that?” I asked.
“Just the way you talk to people sometimes, the guy that called you last night, the bartender, that security guard,” She spoke. “I like it. We were starting to separate as the crowd was already huge. “Tre!” I heard her say. She was already a few feet behind me. I stopped.
“Hey!” I shouted, to which people stopped and looked at me. She saw an opening and ran through. “Thank you!” I said, grabbing her hand.
“See!” Chelsea laughed.
“It’s not being mean it’s being persuasive.” I laughed; she wrapped her arm in mine, and we walked together.
I reached the booth I was looking for. A middle-aged lady was running around from box to box frantically. “Hi there,” I spoke.
“Hold on one second,” the lady said. She turned around.
“If you want to order a costume the sheet is right there,” she said before going back to her frantic searching.
“No, I came about the sign,” I said, poking the large sign of Wonder Woman asking for volunteers. Chelsea looked at the sign, and her eyes lit up.
“Oh?” the lady said, turning around and literally jumping over boxes. “You or your girlfriend?” she asked.
“We are just friends, and it is for her,” I said to which I felt Chelsea loosen her grip on me.
“Oh okay,” she looked over at Chelsea. “Well, we do comic cons, movie events, private parties with our own security of course, we also provide our staff with food and lodging if they have to go out of town. All our costumes are made in house, to fit the person,” She said. To which Chelsea was breathing it all in. “I know it’s a stupid question, but I have to ask legally because some of the costumes are a bit shall we say provocative. How old are you?”
“Twenty-Nine,” Chelsea replied.
“Awesome,” the lady said. “When can you start, I think I have a Batman, a Wonder Woman and a Power Girl already out on the floor so those costumes are taken.”
“Now!” Chelsea said with excitement. She let go of my arm.
“Awesome, there are few forms you have to fill out, but after those,” the lady said, “Welcome to the team,” the lady said, shaking her hand. “Now let’s see you and see what costume we got that can fit you,” Chelsea unzipped the leather jacket and stood back. “Whoa!” the lady said, taking a look at her ample chest. “Stan!?” she shouted to the back of the booth.
“What?” a man’s voice said. An older man came out.
“This is um, what’s your name Hun?” the lady asked.
“Chelsea.” Chelsea replied, worried, covering herself back and grabbing my arm.
“Is there a problem?’ I asked.
“No not at all”, the woman said. “I just don’t think we have a costume that could fit her… measurements”, the lady said, staring at her ample chest. Stan peered over his glasses; he was an older man easily in his late fifties.
“Sure, we do.” he said, looking at the lady. “You’re still thinking superheroes, think anime when it comes to the real busty ones,” He said to her. “Hey kid, those the real deal or the plastic ones, no lying now ya hear?” he said to Chelsea.
“They are totally my own, totally natural, sir,” she said with a smile.
“Good to hear those plastic ones don’t look good in anime get up,” he looked over at me. “You going to stick around looking all broody or you got something to do, this might take a while?” he said. I liked this little old man.
“I got things to do,” I said.
“Thought so.” he turned around. “Come around the table little lady, let’s see if we can find something to put those chest torpedoes of yours in,” he said as they walked behind the large screen.
“She knows how to find me,” I said to the lady and walked away.
I went back to my table with the guys, and of course, the rumour mill had spun its daily threads and speculations, which I ignored. It wasn’t too long before they got tired and carried on their business.
I got buried in my laptop, listening to people walk back and forth now and then buying a comic or two. Some even had heard of us, which made me smile. Soon we would be a big hit, and everyone would know, I thought to myself.
“Hey, isn’t that your girlfriend?” Jeff asked. I paid no attention as they had been calling many women their girlfriends all day.
“Tre?” Sean said. “That your girlfriend over there?” he asked. I looked at where he was pointing, and Chelsea was coming up the aisle with a few other women and girls.
“Now that’s a Tsukiumi outfit!” Jason said, awing at her outfit.
“Tsuki who?” Trevor asked.
“Tsukiumi.” Jason said, smiling. “It’s a Japanese anime series?” he looked at all of us like if we were crazy for not knowing what he was saying. “It’s like Pokémon but for adults?” he said as if that would get us to understand what he was saying. “Okay fine!” he grabbed his laptop, and his fingers danced across the keyboard. “This idiot of a student collects Sekirei which are basically super powered buxom women, and they fight for him until only one is left.” He said, showing us the page.
“Wow that’s a load of bull!” Trevor said. He looked at the page. “But I would watch it just for those.” he said, looking at the boatload of buxom cartoon characters on the screen.
“I think she would have filled out a Kazehana costume better but the blonde hair does suit Tsukiumi better.” Jason said, still awing.
I didn’t care about the cartoon or the characters. Chelsea’s cleavage was out there for the world to see, and the short white dress showed her legs off wonderfully as she turned the corner. I could see the outfit better. She was wearing a black dress and gown with a white underdress that barely covered her large breasts and showed all the cleavage. Her hair was let out and long just past her shoulders, a choker around her neck and black stocking that came up to mid-thigh.
“So, you like?” she said to me as she approached, spinning around. As she spun, the skirt lifted to all the guys around disappointment. She was wearing shorts underneath.
“Yeah, I do.” I said, trying to hide my excitement.
“It’s some Japanese anime character.” she said, shrugging. “But I love it!” she said, spinning again. The other women hurried her along.
“Talk to you again.” she said as she left.
“Holy crap!” Jeff said. “They are real did you see them bounce?” he asked the others.
I sighed and dived into my laptop, escaping from the natural or not real conversation. I had seen them in a sports bra and an outline in a shower, and they were definitely real. Plus, I was in the same room with them and did nothing to see them. No wonder she thought I was gay. I laughed at that.
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