Busty Friend Chapter 2

Tasha was getting ready for bed.  She was moving around some clothes.  I entered the room, and lightly cleared my throat to get her attention.  She turned toward me, acting as if nothing had happened today.

“I’m just getting some stuff together,” I said.  “I got some blankets for the couch and I’ll start looking for another-”

“What do you mean, babe?” she asked.

“I mean…” I couldn’t believe she was so unphased.  “With the… your friend and… the stuff that happened earlier?”

She laughed.  “Oh that was just funny, Babe!  Look, she has huge boobs.  Any guy would stare at them!”

“So you’re not mad?” I asked.

“Of course not,” she said, going back to her rummaging.  “In fact, she even gave me this just for you!”

She turned around, now holding a bra.  And not just any bra, but the biggest bra I had ever seen!  It was a drab tan color, not like it mattered.  She had to use both hands just to hold it up, and it stretched well beyond the wideness of her upper torso.  It looked like she would have to stuff watermelons in them just to get them to fit her.  The bra was so big, it made her look like a small child playing with her mother’s clothes.  I swallowed hard, not really sure how to proceed with this.

“Is that…”

“Yep!  It’s her bra!  She left me the one she was wearing today, she said you would probably like it.”

She held it forward, and I moved toward it like a zombie.  She nudged it towards me, hinting that I was allowed to touch it.  I couldn’t believe this was happening.  I reached my hand forward and caressed the fabric.  I was so turned on, touching a bra of this magnitude, that had to be custom made to support such massive mammaries.

“It’s so big right?” she asked.

I only nodded.

“She tore off the tag, so I can’t even fathom the cup size.  I’m a B cup, barely.  God she must be an S cup, or a T, or maybe she’s using a different alphabet I mean these things are huge!  How big do you think she is?”

“Huge…” was all I could get out.

“Oh wow, look how hard you are!” she joked.  “You know I think she was right about you.  You’re really pretty small down there huh?  And you’re getting hard just looking at Erica’s huge bra.  Are you thinking about her breasts?”

I nodded.

She put the bra over her arms, not even bothering with clasping it.  It was way too big for her.  She pulled it in front of her chest, laughing at the absurdity of it.  “This thing comes out like a foot in front of me!  She really is huge.  And you can see the bra through her shirt, so you know she’s stretching this thing out.  Could you imagine putting your face between tits as big as these?”

I couldn’t say anything.

She pushed me to the bed.  “I can’t recall you ever being this hard.  Fuck me while I wear this bra!”

And we did.  It was probably the best sex of my life up to that point.  I was still lost as to how she was so into it.  She was never one to be so sexually outgoing, and there had been bouts of jealousy before.  But as soon as this situation happened, she was all about it, and not shy at all.  She seemed happy to let me be obsessed with another girl’s breasts, and she seemed to be into them as well.  We fucked as if she had huge tits, or really, as if she was Erica.  I even yelled her name when I came.  In most situations, this would have been a huge issue.  That sort of thing could end a relationship, permanently.  But Tasha seemed perfectly content.  It was the weirdest experience of my life.

I got a text the next morning.

UNKNOWN:  Hey this is Erica.  Tasha told me you yelled my name last night when you came!  Were you thinking about me?

ME:  Yes.

ERICA:  God you act like you’ve never seen a big pair of tits before

ME:  I’ve never seen any like yours.  Look, I don’t think I should be talking to you.  Tasha would get mad.

ERICA:  Oh, I don’t think so.  Watch, I’m gonna send you a picture.  I want you to jerk off to it, then you have to tell Tasha you jerked off to it.

A picture arrived next, it was just her in a normal green shirt that covered up her tits entirely.  But it was so hot how huge her breasts were, and Tasha was right, you could see her bra imprint in the shirt.  Her tits were stretching the bra and the shirt to their limits, and it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

I went to the bathroom and it didn’t take long before I came, and came hard, into the toilet.  I flushed the evidence, somewhat ashamed.  Now I had to figure out how I was going to tell Tasha.  I knew they were playing a game with me, but I felt it was better I told her than Erica; I didn’t want to perpetuate secrets, even if the truth was weirder than any lie I could come up with.

“Tasha, I have to tell you that-”

“What color was it?”

I stood in front of her, confused.  She was smiling, not angry.  “The shirt.  What color was it in the picture?”

“Um… green…” I said.

She looked down at her phone and texted away, assumedly to Erica.  She snickered and walked away.

A couple of minutes later, I got a text from Erica.

ERICA:  LOLOL I can’t believe you actually did it.  Did you cum?  Can I see it?

ME:  I flushed it down the toilet

ERICA:  OMG, you are nasty!  But next time I send you a pic, I want to see your cum.  I want to see how much a pussy boy like you can even produce.

ME:  Ok.

ERICA:  Did you think about sucking on my big titties?

ME:  Yes.

ERICA:  Maybe next time I come over, you can jerk off while I watch?

ME:  Yes.

ERICA:  Good boy!

I ended the exchange and headed back to the living room.  Tasha was in there on her phone, chuckling to herself.  I had now admitted to not only looking at another woman, but thinking about one during sex, and now jerking off to her as well.  And she was fine.  Hell better than fine.  She looked like she was having the time of her life!  How was this even possible?  What was going on here?

“Oh hey Babe,” she said when I entered the room.  “Erica says she is coming over tomorrow, we’re gonna watch some movies.  That okay?”

“Of course,” I said.

She burst out laughing.  “I bet it is!”