Busty Friend Chapter 1

“Hey, just a heads up, my friend Erica is coming over later, okay?” my girlfriend Tasha said one sunny Saturday afternoon.

“That’s cool, I’ll be playing video games in the other room, just holler if you need me for anything,” I replied.  Tasha and I had been dating for a while, and things were going great.  We were both very slender, and relatively short.  I was 5’6, which was below average, and she was around 5’3.

“By the way,” she said.  “I got a new bra this morning.  It makes me look like a B cup.  I think you’re gonna like it.”  She added a nice wink after for comedic effect.

“Can’t wait!” I said.  We went on about our days, and later eventually came.  I made full on my promise and was playing video games when I heard the door open.  Erica was apparently a coworker of Tasha’s.  I had heard only a small handful of stories, but apparently they were becoming fast friends.

I heard a knock on the apartment door, and I heard the door open after a slight delay.  I could faintly hear them chatter, with the high pitched “Hi!” followed by some general conversation and giggles.  I didn’t really think much of it.  I continued my gaming spree for another hour or so before I decided I needed to get some water.  I picked up my glass cup and got off my comfortable chair.

I opened the door that led to the living room, and turned to say hi to Tasha and her friend.  “Hi guys-” I said, but something cut me off.  Actually, two things cut me off.  Tasha and her friend Erica were sitting on the couch, which was faced away from me.  When I entered the room, they turned to face me.  Both of their upper torsos were now visible to me.  Tasha never described Erica to me, and I was starting to understand why.  When Erica turned towards me, she brought two giant breasts with her.  She was clearly a thicker girl, not exactly fat, but not a size zero either.  She was wearing a simple gray top that was tight around her arms and was meant to be only a little low cut, but breasts stretched the shirt out so much that a great handful of cleavage was poking out of the V.  She had brown hair and tan skin, and I couldn’t tell you the color of her eyes.  In the motion of turning, her giant globes bounced and wobbled, and they were distracting me to no end.  They were absolutely huge.  Tasha was right next to her, and was shorter so her head was only just higher than Erica’s chest.  They had to be bigger than Tasha’s head.

“Oh my god!” I heard one of them say.  I was entranced, I couldn’t tell what was going on.  I was staring deep into her cleavage, her bulging breasts begging me to bring my face inside.  They stuck out so far it was incredible, hanging just a bit over the back of the couch.  Erica put both of her hands on her face in some kind of shock, mashing her tits together.  I watched it all happen in slow motion.  The amount of cleavage she was able to generate as she did this was unbelievable.

“Mike!” I heard someone else shout.  I didn’t really know.  Erica stood up quickly, and her giant breasts bounced up and down, I could have sworn they were going to smack her in the face.  Tasha, who was a faceless, breastless blur on the side of my field of view, came rushing towards me.

“Are you okay?”

I wasn’t understanding what was going on, probably didn’t want to understand.  I just wanted to get lost in her beautiful cleavage.  I could tell Erica was now making her way towards me.  Her tits looked even better up close.  Maybe if she got close enough, I could put my face on her chest and motorboat them-

A pain shot up my leg and snapped me out of my daydream.  “Wha!” I blurted out, suddenly looking down.  A streak of red was running across my foot, and that’s when I realized I was no longer holding the glass of water.  My brain was doing some very quick math to figure out what had happened.  I was bleeding.  Cup not in hand.  I checked around my foot.  Indeed, pieces of glass were all over the floor.  Pain where blood was.  The events of the past couple of seconds were rushing to me all at once.  

“Fuck!” I grimaced, reaching down and clutching my foot.  There was blood coming out and starting to hit the hardwood floor.

“You’re bleeding everywhere…” muttered Tasha as she ran to the kitchen.

“I have a bunch of brothers, I can clean the wound if you want to clean the glass?” asked Erica.  I turned my head to see her crouched over my foot, her massive tits dropping almost to the floor.  How could she even see my foot with those big boobs in the way.  I was staring into them, and I honestly felt like they were staring back at me.  Tasha came and handed Erica some things, I didn’t really know what was going on.

“Mike?”

“Yeah?” I asked no one in particular.

“Mike, I’m just gonna clean around your foot, try not to move, there’s a lot of glass,” came Tasha’s voice.

“Yeah okay…” I said.  Whatever Erica was doing, it was making her breasts sway back and forth.  God, they shook this much when they were trapped in a tight shirt and bra, I couldn’t help but fantasize about what they looked like unencumbered.  The unleashed set of tits had to be incredible to see.  Then she looked up at me from her crouched position.  Unfortunately, I was still in a stupor and was probably a few seconds too late.  By the time my eyes met hers, it was clear to her where I was looking.  Much to my surprise though, she wasn’t frowning, or looking worried or anything.  She had a big smile on her face.  Her face was not all that impressive.  Brown eyes dotted a normal looking face that Tasha easily outshined.  The only problem with that was that her breasts were so big I wasn’t in the mood for faces.

“You’re all patched up Mike, want to come sit with us on the couch?” Erica asked in a rather seductive voice.

“Um… yeah,” I said, not really sure where this was all going.  Apparently Tasha had finished cleaning up all the glass from the ground and I was cleared to walk.  I felt a sharp pain when my right foot connected with the floor.  I winced in pain, then Erica put her hand on my shoulder.  Her warm touch was nice, but I wasn’t sure how Tasha would feel about the extra contact going on.

“Let me help you,” she said.  As she guided me to the couch, my arm was now pushing into her gigantic breast.  It was then that I realized I now had a raging hard on.  I was in a really awkward position, trying to walk and not show the bulge in my pants while also trying not hurt my foot.  “Are you having trouble walking?” she asked me.

“No, no…” I said deliriously.

When we finally got to the couch, she said “Go ahead and lay down here,” and I put my head on the arm rest and laid on my back.  I was so embarrassed at this point, I didn’t want to look at anyone, I just wanted to die.  I had made a fool of myself in front of Erica, Tasha would never let me live this down.

Speaking of, Erica seemed to notice something and put her hand over her mouth.  She got up right away and disappeared for a moment.  I could hear some heavy whispering going on behind me.  She and Tasha must have been talking about something, probably how dumb I looked.  Thankfully the bleeding had stopped, but the pain was still there.  It was probably funny to laugh at now that they knew I was safe.  Indeed, I heard a giggle coming out from behind me, and the whispering grew louder.

“Oh my god he does!  Mike!  Do you have a boner?” asked Tasha in the middle of a big laughing fit.

“Look at it!  It’s poking out!” Erica said.

I tried to cover it with my hands, but Erica held them so they could look at it some more.  If I was embarrassed before, at this point I would have bit into a cyanide capsule.  Their snickering wasn’t helping things either.

“What happened, why is he hard?” asked Erica.

“It’s probably because of your big boobs, Erica!”

“You think so?” Erica asked, pushing up her boobs in her shirt.  They both burst out laughing when she did this.  “You think he likes looking at my boobs?”  She began talking in a baby voice to make fun of me.

“He never gets that hard for me, it has to be those boobs,” Tasha joked.

“I mean, if I’m being honest,” started Erica.  “It’s not like he has a TON to work with here.”  She flicked my bulging cock with her finger, and it moved slightly but came back.  They laughed at me for a little bit.

“Well it’s big enough for me, we’re small people!” Tasha said.

“I suppose,” Erica said.  “You should see the guy I was with last night.  HUGE!  Like twice the size of this thing.  At least.  He called me up…”  She then rattled on a story about a well hung guy she was having sex with, and I’m not sure if Tasha noticed, but she was now holding my cock between two fingers while she was talking.  Ever so subtly, she was stroking it up and down.  I certainly noticed, and I couldn’t believe Tasha wasn’t stopping it.  It was right in front of her, so blatant.  How could she not do something.  I tried to cut in, but the feeling was so good my other brain was fighting me off.  I was getting slowly jerked off by the bustiest girl I had ever seen.

After the story was over, Erica turned back to look at me.  I was close to cumming, and I’m sure squirming uncomfortably.

“Look at him,” Erica said.

“He looks like he really wants to see your tits,” Tasha said.

“Do you want me to show you my boobs?” Erica asked in her baby voice.  I looked at her huge tits in front of me, then at Tasha, who to my surprise was smiling, nodding at me.  What strange alternate universe was this.  I didn’t know how to answer, but then my throbbing cock decided to speak for me.

I gave small nod.  She put her hand on her left breast, under her shirt, and motioned she was about to take it out, when she stopped and laughed.  They both laughed at each other and then looked back at me.  Erica mimicked me nodding, then they laughed again.  They thought this was the funniest thing they had ever seen.  I would never live this day down, but it would not be the last time.