Through the window, I could hear a muffled, "No, thank you." as she cupped her mound and bucked her hips once. She slowly blinked, then composed herself and shifted gears.
I watched as Nicole backed out of my driveway, then went on to the road. Wow, what a sexual devil, I thought to myself. I wonder if she did that with everyone, or just liked me… I felt sad as I thought that she probably did it to everyone who asked, and I was nothing special. Although, that certainly wasn't going to stop me from doing that with her again. Even though her car was still within earshot, already I wanted another go at sucking her tits dry.
Unsure why she asked me to, I watched her car as it began to speed down the road, until she slowed down. Had she forgotten something? She then did something totally unexpected – she turned into the driveway of the house two houses down from me. She was my neighbor! I could see that she got out of her car, and with an over-exaggerated motion, blew me a kiss as she walked off. I laughed to myself and started to walk back towards my house, a spring in my step and a smile on my face. I think I was going to enjoy this year after all.
The first thing I felt when I got home was actually guilt. When I walked inside, all previous feelings of elation melted away to welcome yet guilty thoughts of May, and the idea that if I was so ready to jump on Nicole's breasts and suck on them like my life depended on it, then perhaps I wasn't so enamored with May as I had previously thought.
A small part of my mind was trying to tell me that it didn't matter. After all, the last time May even looked in my general direction was Monday, so she obviously didn't like me, so nothing would happen. Besides, I got to see Nicole's boobs of all things! They were amazing in every sense of the word, and I sure as hell wasn't going to let that be the last time I would play with them.
"Hey, sweetie." Mom called from across the house as I took off my shoes. I walked into her office, and waved cheerfully.
She had her headphones on, but took them off as I entered. "How is my special boy?" she asked warmly.
"Fine, thanks." I answered her. "How was your day?"
"Oh, this and that." she sighed. "You know, work."'
I nodded sympathetically, and she put her headphones back on. I went upstairs to my room and threw my backpack on the floor, collapsing onto my bed.
As soon as I hit the bed, my phone vibrated through my pocket. I took it out to find I had a new message.
Hey there, stud. Surprised?
I had no doubt it was Nicole, but I wanted to play it safe.
Depends! Who is this?
I sent the text and lay back on my bed, continuing the battle in my mind between May and Nicole. When I checked my phone after it went off again, the battle was won and no doubt was left in my mind.
The first message I saw was a picture message, more specifically of the same boobs I was worshiping only minutes before. Her tits were unique – The way her beautiful nipples stood out so far, paired up with how large her areolae were, which was one of my turn-ons, made her breasts one of a kind. Or I guess two of a kind in this instance.
The sight of them, even after the fact, made me stand to attention immediately, in more ways than one. The curve and shape of her breasts was just indescribable. They were the pinnacle, the ideal example of what beautiful, sexy boobs should look like.
I see someone needs a reminder ;) appeared on my phone seconds after the picture. Even through the phone, Nicole knew how to make me hard.
U are so… not shy! I replied.
Who, lil' old me? She contested me.
If you're going to send me pictures like this, I may just want to save them. Is that ok? I texted her. She may not have been shy, but I still needed to make sure she was okay with that sort of thing.
Not yet. came the reply. I figured that was fair. After all, I only met her today. It was probably best to wait anyway. After all, she may come to regret this tomorrow. Maybe she was regretting it right now. Maybe I shouldn't get my hopes up. I was still a nobody, after all. I couldn't expect to-
Bzzt! My phone went off, taking me away from my world of self-pity. I looked down to see the message Nicole sent me, which made my jaw fall to the ground. It was another picture, this one a full-body mirror selfie. Her hair was done up beautifully, as if she was going to a dance, and not only framed her face perfectly, but also accentuated her full, beautiful boobs, which of course were on full display without the burden of any clothes. She had her back arched to do the impossible and make them seem even larger, also showing off her toned stomach, which was just as tanned as her face. It was something I never had the time to appreciate in the car.
My eyebrows went higher and higher and my eyes went lower and lower. The only thing she was wearing in the picture was a pair of black panties, and it certainly didn't leave much to the imagination. Her hips were cocked in a teasing manner, and while they were more narrow than I preferred, the girl somehow managed to pull the look off. Her smooth, tanned legs had this hypnotizing way of drawing my eyes to its center, and as I started to unzip my pants, I found myself wishing she had her panties off in the picture so I could see her pussy.
Now you can. I just figured you'd want the full set ;) came the next message from her. A small smile crept on my face. God damn, she was something else. Realizing how unfair this situation must be for her, I replied.
Do you want anything from me? I asked, realizing only after I sent the message just how uncomfortable I was with sending a picture of myself in any way. Uh oh, I thought to myself. There was no way I'd feel okay with sending a selfie, particularly a nude one, to anyone, and here I was offering it up like an idiot.
What, and spoil the surprise when I get to see it in person? Hell no! came the reply. I breathed a sigh of relief. Granted, Nicole was a bit fast-paced for me, and I think she enjoyed shocking and teasing me, but at the same time, there was something about her that made me smile. I didn't know what it was, but I just found I was enjoying the fact that she talked to me, even though it was pretty much just sex.
You* Another message from her. Oh, great. I half-chuckled and half-groaned when I saw that she was one of those people. Well, hey, if Weird Al was one of those people, how bad could it be?
I figured the topic of sex had passed, and plus, I wanted to get to know the girl if I was going to be glued to her chest for the year. I grabbed my phone and started typing. Well, what are *you* up to? I responded. As I waited for her reply, I lay back on my bed and smiled. It may sound pitiful to say, but it's what I was thinking – this must be what having a friend felt like, and I enjoyed it.