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Subject: Big by DEIRDRE ff, fff
From: Paul Rogers <paul2@slip.net>
Date: 1996/10/25
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Subject: *REPOST by Req: Big, by Deirdre
Big
by deirdre, 10/31/94
I'd always been glad I didn't have Lisa's problem. She's quite flat
you see:
a body like a stick. She's really quite attractive, with a pretty
face
framed by short brown hair. Being a little below average height, she
reminds you of a sprite or something.
In fact, I think men like Lisa like that (well, some of them anyway),
but
that didn't stop her from worrying. She'd tell me how lucky I am. I
guess
I'd have to say I am lucky--my breasts are adequate. In fact, they
are
more than adequate: they're a little larger than normal and I've
realized
for a long time that they really couldn't be much better. They are
well-
shaped and they don't sag a bit and if they were any larger they
would.
Lisa and I sometimes talked about our breasts--we'd worked together
for
four years and had gotten pretty comfortable talking personally.
She'd
sometimes mention how she'd seen this man or that man checking out my
chest. I could see the envy in her face. In fact, I saw *her*
sometimes
look at my breasts. When we met in the morning, I'd sometimes see her
eyeing them. I thought about that once in a while and wondered a
little
about her. Maybe she was *attracted* to my breasts. A woman! I
thought
a little about what it would be like to take off my top and bra and
show
them to her. Would her eyes remain glued to them like men's do the
first
time? I certainly wondered about what was going on in that head of
hers.
"Now I'll look *really* flat!" she complained one day. The office had
just
hired a new woman named Beth, who was larger than I was. She did have
that look that would attract men when she wore clothes, but I could
tell
she wouldn't look so good without a bra. Lisa didn't seem to realize
this
and seemed always in awe of Beth's chest. Many mornings, she
commented
to me on how Beth's chest looked and she actually told me that now *I*
knew how *she* felt! I told her that Beth had the kind of chest that
probably didn't look as good when she was undressed.
"Really? You could be right--I wouldn't know. Are you saying your
breasts don't sag when *you* are undressed?"
"Actually, they don't." Though this wasn't our first frank
conversation,
for some reason it was making me a little uncomfortable.
"But she *does* look so great in clothes!" I didn't answer her. I
wondered
what had gotten into her about Beth's breasts.
Then one day, after lunch, Lisa stopped in my office. "They *don't*
sag."
"What are you talking about?"
"Beth's breasts. We've been going swimming during lunch break and
today
I saw her undressed. They don't sag a bit!" This was a little
strange. It
seemed more and more like Lisa had a thing about breasts. Had she
been
doing the swimming just for the opportunity to check out Beth?
"Oh, I'll bet they sag a little. Being that large, they must."
"Nope. Not a bit. They look just about perfect." That night, for
some
reason I thought about Lisa and Beth's breasts. I got up in the
middle of
the night, turned on the light in the bathroom, lifted my nightgown
and
stared at my breasts. Lisa said Beth's were bigger and didn't sag a
bit.
And that they were perfect. I stared.
"You could come swimming with us." The following day, Lisa wanted me
to see for myself!
"I didn't bring my suit."
"Well, bring it tomorrow." This was crazy. Even crazier: I brought
it. I
noticed Beth that morning. As always, her breasts looked, well, big.
Men
would like that look. As long as she was dressed. And according to
Lisa,
when she was undressed too.
"You're coming along?" asked Beth when I joined them for swimming when
lunch break started.
"Sure!"
"Why?"
"I just thought I'd see how I like a swimming break."
"You never did before." She was acting a little bit nosy.
"No."
"Come on, let's go," inserted Lisa.
"You just started wanting to swim today," said Beth. She seemed to
insist on continuing the conversation.
"Yes. Is there anything wrong with that?" I was getting annoyed.
"Did you want to get a look at my breasts, like Lisa?" she asked. I
stood
there like a statue. You could have knocked me over with a feather.
Lisa
had this look of shock on her face. "That's it, isn't it?" she went
on,
"well, you can have your look at them right now." She started
unbuttoning
her blouse, right there in her office! Lisa still hadn't said a word
and I
still felt speechless. She just kept unbuttoning and soon had the
blouse
off and then unhooked her bra.
Lisa was right. Exactly right. Big as they were, they didn't sag
even a
tiny bit. No implants either as far as I could tell. I couldn't
believe how
they looked. She'd have men eating out of her hand looking like that.
I
never would have believed it.
"You two have had your jollies--I'm going swimming," she finally said,
putting her bra back on. I went back to my office and shut the door
and sat
at my desk in a daze. I couldn't believe she'd done that! And I'd
just
stared like a highschool boy or something! How could she *do* that?
I
wasn't feeling hungry and certainly wasn't going swimming. I sat and
brooded.
I couldn't stay and face Lisa and Beth after lunch time. I claimed to
be
sick and headed home. I actually did feel sick--or at least like my
heart
was in my throat. What did Beth think of me, acting like that? How
could
I face her? I took off my blouse and bra and stared at myself in the
mirror. She'd looked so much better than me. I couldn't get the
sight of
her out of my memory.
I *had* to face her in the morning. I went in. I didn't say anything
at all
to Lisa. I couldn't look at her long but I think she looked nervous.
I'd see
Beth while we were working. We'd *have* to face each other. We'd
pretend the incident never happened--there was no other way.
She came in my office right after I brought back my coffee. "Avoiding
me?" she asked.
I didn't know what to do. "Beth, I..." I started the sentence and
stopped,
not knowing what I was going to say.
"Are you *afraid* of me?" she asked. "Of my breasts?"
"No," I gulped.
"You're acting like it. Or they affected you somehow." Then she
started
unbuttoning her blouse again! I stared at her fingers undoing each
button.
She stood there watching me. She took the blouse off and put it on my
desk. Then she unhooked her bra again. Then there they were. I was
surprised again at how beautiful they looked.
"What do you think of them?" she asked. I didn't answer. I was
staring.
"They seem to leave you speechless," she went on. She walked up to
where I was sitting. They were so close. She took hold of my head
and
pulled it towards her left breast. I took it in my mouth and started
sucking. "So you *do* like them, don't you?" she went on. I just
sucked.
"Suck on it hard. You'll never see better." They were so perfect,
and I
was sucking on them. We didn't move for what seemed like hours.
Finally
she took my head between her hands and held it away from her breast.
She
tilted my head up 'til I was facing hers and she looked down at me.
"Now
do you admit they are better than yours?"
"Yes." I sort of squeaked my reply.
"There's no comparison, is there?" she said. She reached down and
squeezed my left nipple through my blouse and bra.
"No."
"OK, suck!" she answered and pulled my head to her right breast. I
sucked
and sucked and never wanted to stop. Finally she drew my head away
again. Lisa was in the room! Beth put on her bra and blouse, looking
at me
the whole time. I just sat there in my desk chair, staring at her.
After
she had her blouse straight, she and Lisa left together. Beth had her
hand
on Lisa's rear as they walked out the door. She glanced at me over
her
shoulder as they went out of sight. I saw a slight smile.
They often come in my office in the morning. I kneel in front of
them.
During lunch break, they're back and I kneel in front of them naked.
Lisa
likes to feel my breasts as I kneel, standing in front of me, looking
down
at me. Beth likes me to lick her vagina--she'll sometimes have me lie
on
my back while she straddles my head. She'll take off her blouse and
bra
while I watch. She'll have Lisa suck on her breasts while I kneel and
watch. She kisses me too sometimes. She likes to pinch my nipples
while
she kisses me. She has me make myself come while she does this.
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