“Then what happened?”
Kike’s head rolled back and her mouth dropped open as she sucked in huge, desperate mouthfuls of air. She was so close–
“You’re about–to see–for yourself…” Her breathing changed into sexy little squeaks as she reached the point of no return. I felt my own climax rushing towards me–
In the video, the big-breasted porn actress finally convulsed in orgasm, her hips writhing uncontrollably as she stirred her lover’s giant cock around inside of her.
“Ah!” Kike panted, “Ah, FUCK YEAH!” She reflexively grabbed my thigh with her free hand, and the whole bed shuddered as she went into overdrive on herself. “Cum!” she shouted, “Hurry!”
In the movie, the guy pulled out and jammed his monster between those big breasts, using the girl’s own juices for lubrication as he pounded away at her cleavage–
I burst, right next to Kike, moaning loudly as cum splattered across my belly. The sight of my climax pushed her over the edge as well, and I watched as her nimble, athletic body twisted and contorted in orgasm. She kept rubbing herself for a whole three minutes, cumming several times in quick succession. Her other hand clamped down painfully on my thigh until she was through.
We lay there for a long while afterwards, catching our breath.
“That was so hot,” she panted.
“So hot,” I agreed.
“Good workout,” she added.
“GREAT workout,” I corrected.
She gestured to the box of tissues on her nightstand, and I cleaned up. Then she asked me to close my eyes while she got out of bed and changed into something a little less “sticky.” I promised to be a gentleman, but given the situation, I had no intention of keeping my word.
Through half-lidded eyes, I watched as Kike hopped out of bed and slid those tight little cotton shorts down off her hips, revealing her unbelievable naked butt to me for the first time. Smooth, perfectly rounded, flaring out enticingly from her tiny waist. I grunted as the sight brought one final spurt of cum from my dick.
Kike pretended not to notice. She slid on a pair of simple cotton briefs from her dresser and then, keeping her back to me, pulled off her sports bra, massaging her full breasts back into their natural, comfortable shape. I silently prayed she would turn around and show me all the goods, but Kike tugged a top on over her braless breasts and that was it for the nudity.
The next day, Kike told the others that I was now a member of “the club,” having watched her stolen porno and gotten off while a friend was in the room with me. Chioma and Nneka cheered me for this “momentous achievement,” but Sandra was filled with embarrassment when Kike brought up her involvement. Zainab didn’t say anything at all.
My masturbation session with Kike had been a great way to end an afternoon, but it hadn’t fixed my situation with Zainab. For the rest of the week, Zainab avoided my every attempt at a private conversation and barely acknowledged me.
I didn’t get a chance to confront her until Friday. Sandra, Zainab’s usual walking-home friend, was busy, meaning Zainab would be hoofing it all alone. I offered to walk with her, and there was no way she could turn me down without arousing suspicions from the other girls.
For about half the walk, neither of us spoke. I finally couldn’t stand it anymore, so I broke the silence:
“Zainab, whatever you’re worrying about regarding me–please stop. I didn’t realise what happened the other night would upset you so much.”
“It didn’t upset me!” she shouted. But she was shouting out of frustration, not anger. She calmed herself and continued, “I don’t know what we’re supposed to do now, and it freaks me out. I don’t know what you think of me for doing that with you, what you expect from me, what we’re supposed to tell everyone else–I haven’t even told Sandra about that night! Do you realise that? I’m the worst best friend ever; she and I talk about everything!”
“Well then, we all need to communicate, Zainab,” I sighed. “We need to figure that stuff out or things’ll keep being awkward, because I don’t think either of us is just gonna forget about what happened. I know I’m not. Hell, I still have mental images of you from that night painted on the inside of my eyelids when I try to sleep.”
She then faintly whispered, “Do you think I’m a slut?”
“No!” I pulled her into a reassuring hug, “Honey, you’re still a virgin! How could anyone think you’re a slut?”
“But… Do you think Sandra will think I’m a slut?”
So that was what this was all about. Zainab wasn’t worried about me, she was worried she had ruined her relationship with her sweet and innocent best friend. I met Zainab’s eyes–
“No. Not at all. And I think you would be surprised about how open-minded Sandra is about sex. I think everyone would be. She’s not the little girl people think she is. I mean, come on, she actually masturbated in front of the rest of you.”
Zainab dismissed my comment, “That doesn’t count. She doesn’t have to reach outside her comfort zone around other girls. But she’s terrified of boys. Sandra has never even let a boy feel her boobs.”
“That doesn’t mean she doesn’t want to.”
Zainab sighed, “If she wanted to, then it would have happened. It’s not really that difficult when you’ve got a pair like these. You walk up to any boy in the world and say, ‘Hey, feel my boobs.’ Done.”
“Come on, Zainab, that’s not the point. Sandra is gonna take things at her own pace, but she doesn’t expect you to do the same. She cares more for you than she cares about anything else in the world. She has since you were both babies. You being a tiny bit more sexually experienced than her is not gonna ruin that!”
Zainab nodded, knowing I was right. It was as if a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She apologised for treating me strangely the past few days, but I was so relieved to learn she didn’t hate me. I had already forgiven her.
We walked the rest of the way home in much better spirits, finally discussing what had happened. Yes, she really had an orgasm that night. No, she wasn’t jealous about my afternoon jerking off beside Kike. And, most importantly, yes she wanted to keep experimenting with me. That more or less made my year.
We talked about what had felt the best, and what we might like to try in the future. We both agreed that we would have to stop fooling around if we got into a relationship, but for now we were both single and there seemed no real harm in it. We would be fuck buddies that never actually fucked.
We reached her front door, I waved hello to Zainab’s mom, and headed home on cloud nine.
Things got better from there. My mom mentioned that she and my dad had to head out of town for a last-minute work thing, and I would have the house to myself all weekend. I immediately called Zainab to tell her the good news.
“We can be alone together for two whole days!”
I heard her chuckle at my enthusiasm. “It’s going to be a sweaty day out tomorrow, and you’re the only one with a pool. I think it would be cruel if you didn’t invite everyone over.”
She must have psychically sensed how much that disappointed me, because she quickly added, “Don’t worry, I will make sure to stay later than everybody else so we can hang out, just the two of us.”
I had to admit, having all those girls over for a pool party wasn’t exactly the worst idea ever.
The next day was just as scorching as Zainab had predicted. All five girls arrived promptly at my empty house carrying beach towels. Chioma had brought enough beer for everyone, and Sandra had brought supplies for food after the sun went down. I offered some sliced watermelon to my beautiful guests, but with the awful heat, nobody wanted to wait a second longer before hopping in the pool.
Sandra peeled off her shirt first, her prodigious breasts proudly supported within a dark scarlet bikini top. The contrast of the dark fabric against the swell of her exposed cleavage was nothing short of eye-popping. Her bottoms, on the other hand, were somewhat modest board shorts. Every girl has a part of her body she thinks is ugly, even supermodels, and world-class beauty Sandra didn’t like people looking at her sensual hips.
Chioma had chosen to wear what appeared to be a relatively plain one-piece. I say “appeared to be” because as soon as Chioma got that suit wet, it turned thin as tissue paper, clinging and stretching across her every curve. Her C-cup breasts got no support whatsoever from the fabric, swaying weightless in the water just as nature intended. Best of all, the wet material was practically see-through.
I stared so hard at her that I hit my shin on the table. “I think he likes your choice of swimsuit,” Kike laughed from behind me. She peeled off her clothes to reveal her rather skimpy one-piece and dove in.
“You’re such a showoff, Kike,” Zainab chided, tugging a sundress over her head to reveal a very brief black bikini with a tie in the back that did almost nothing to support her huge breasts. Hypocrite. Zainab strutted past me, making sure not to get in the water until she was damn sure I had taken in every inch of her hotness. Perhaps most exciting was how her eyes met mine for a fleeting moment, a private acknowledgement of what she and I would be doing later that night.
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