Wendy lay on her back on the thick carpet in front of her TV. A pillow propped up her head so she could watch the movie comfortably. Her long red hair cascaded across the floor behind the pillow. All she had on was some old, frayed denim shorts. The flickering light from the screen played illuminated her incredible body, casting her long, smooth legs in a soft glow, creating dancing shadows that emphasized her luscious curves. Her enormous, pendulous breasts lay flat and spread out from her chest like pancakes being stretched. The nipples, deliciously erect from the frequent tugging and squeezing her fingers bestowed upon them without her being consciously aware of it, pointed outward from her sides.
Behind her, sitting on the sofa and watching the movie as well, sat her best friend Eric. He was enjoying the view in more ways than one.
On the screen, Jar-Jar Binks shook his head and made his signature "burbleburbleburble" sound as he sat on the ground after being yanked off the turret of the stricken Trade Federation hovertank.
"See?" Wendy exclaimed, lifting an arm and pointing at the screen. The movement made her sea of breastflesh ripple. This did not escape Eric's notice. "He makes that sound," she continued, "just like Boss Nass. Only the Boss does it deeper, with those big fat cheeks of his."
Eric nodded and replied, "Yes, you're right."
Both of them were dyed-in-the-wool Star Wars fans, and woe be to anyone who told them that "Phantom Menace" was anything less than stellar.
She lowered her arm back to her side, and that lucky hand immediately went to her breast. She absent-mindedly played with the huge pillow of squishy titflesh, pulling and squeezing the nipple and burying it inside her clenched fist. Eric's eyes were momentarily torn from the screen; he could not help watching the action on the floor in front of him. He sighed. Inside his pants, his cock returned yet again to full hardness.
The promise he had made to her weighed heavily on his heart.
On the TV, Obi-Wan stared through the pink force field as Qui-Gon entered the final moments of his fierce light-sabre battle with Darth Maul. Eric and Wendy had watched this tape at least a half dozen times together, and he mentally prepared himself for what he knew would happen next.
Wendy suddenly got up from the floor and bounded over to the couch, her massive melons flailing. She sat down next to Eric and put her arms around him, burying her face against his shoulder. Her twin torpedoes spilled across his chest. "I can't watch this," she said in a muffled voice.
Darth Maul jabbed his sabre through Qui-Gon's abdomen. Obi-Wan yelled in anguish, and the music rose to a sudden crescendo. Wendy clutched Eric's shoulder more tightly.
A minute later she was able to watch again, and she sat next to her friend for the remainder of the movie, one hand on his knee. Her other hand sometimes grabbed a hanging tit and squished it up against her chest. Eric saw it out of the corner of his eye, but did not risk a more direct look, as badly as he wanted to.
After the movie ended, the two of them remained on the sofa and talked Star Wars stuff, mostly their speculations and predictions about what would happen in the upcoming "Episode 2" film. A half hour into that discussion, Wendy let out a big yawn.
"I'm sorry, I guess I'm sleepy! But I don't want to go to bed yet."
As they continued to chat and joke, Wendy slowly toppled sideways until she was lying down on her side. Eric could see that she was fading; it was definitely bed time for her! But he really enjoyed the conversation they were having and didn't want it to stop any more than she did.
However, a few minutes later, he found that she was no longer responding to anything she said. He risked a good direct look at her, and saw that she was asleep. She had one arm flung over the sofa arm behind her head, and her other arm dropped down to the floor. Her huge breasts slowly rose and fell.
What an incredible sight she was! Eric just sat there and stared at her beautiful face and her mind-blowing chest, and his cock ached with incredible hardness.
He wasn't sure what to do: should he wake her so she could go to bed, or just let her sleep where she was? She seemed perfectly comfortable right there.
Eric made up his mind to let her be. He was ready to go to sleep as well, but he had a problem: the few times he had actually stayed overnight at her small apartment, he had always stretched out on the couch to sleep. Now he only had half of it! He supposed he could go stretch out on her bed, but no, she might wake up later and come to bed herself.
He let himself slide sideways and down until he was laying against the end of the couch opposite from where Wendy was sleeping. The light of a street lamp came in through a window and cast everything in the room in a dim glow. Eric just stared at the delicious form of his sleeping friend, and wondered what he was going to do. Things just could not go on this way. He wanted her badly; he was deep in love. But he was afraid to show it. He didn't want to lose her as a friend.
He had met her three months ago in the science fiction aisle of the local Barnes & Noble bookstore. They had quite literally reached for the same book on the shelf: the last remaining copy of a new book in a Star Wars series they were both reading. They had laughed and politely offered the book to each other. This had grown into a discussion of the events in the series, as well as the revelation that they were both Star Wars fans. Together they had retreated to the coffee bar, and over steaming cups of java they continued to talk.
And a friendship was born, albeit one with self-imposed limits that were constantly being tested.
Eric had broken up with a female friend (his first) a few months before meeting Wendy. Eric and Barbara had been good friends, going back to their last years in college. One day she was at his apartment, sitting on his sofa with him, watching "The X-Files" on TV. She had on a low-cut blouse and a sexy skirt, and although her breasts were just C-cups, her bra pushed them up into delicious hills that swelled out the top of her blouse.
During a commercial, Eric had worked up enough courage to lay a hand on her sexy thigh and give it a squeeze. Her response was immediate.
Barbara whirled around and slapped him twice, hard across the face. Nearly screaming, she called him a "bastard" and many other things. Then she ran out of his apartment and his life. When he had called her the next day to apologize, she had hung up as soon as the first words were out of his mouth.
After that, Eric had pretty much made up his mind that if he ever had the amazing fortune to have a female friend again, he would make no "moves" on her.
And now here was Wendy, beautiful Wendy, a blazing supernova in his lonely life. Beautiful, freckle-faced, somewhat quirky Wendy, the daughter of a man and woman who never left the 60's, and still lived in a nudist colony in the California desert. Wendy had grown up there, and although she now lived in Orange County and did Web page programming for a company that seemed to be surviving the big dot-com shakeout, some of that old lifestyle had come with her, including a propensity to wander around naked, or at least topless, wherever she could get away with it.
Early in their friendship, Eric had picked up signals from Wendy that told him she was not looking for a lover, just a good friend to hang out with. So he had made a promise to her that he would be just that, and told her to not feel pressured in any way by him. This seem to make her more comfortable, and it also meant that every time he was at her place, or she was at his, he was presented with the incredible spectacle of her massive breasts swinging freely. She seemed to think nothing of exposing herself to him in that manner. People at the nudist colony had been totally comfortable seeing each other naked, she had told him, and that just seemed right to her.
Eric could not bring himself to strip naked around her, however. He did not want her to see how incredibly hard he was! So he contented himself to take his shirt off, which seemed to make her happy.
Now he lay on his half of the sofa, with only pants on, gazing at his lovely friend, watching her sleep, taking in the incredible curves of her body.
So many nights he had masturbated while imagining his hands and face buried in her massive melons. he hadn't known just what a boob-lover he was until he had seen her topless for the first time, and had watched her breasts jiggle and swing as she moved around. They mesmerized him and burrowed into every recess of his mind. He imagined himself kissing her full lips, long and hard, while his hands fondled and kneaded her wonderful tits. He wanted so badly to do that...
Soon Eric was asleep too. The two of them snoozed the night away on the sofa in Wendy's small living room.
As the rays of the morning sun displaced those of the street lamp, something woke Eric up. He felt a weight moving across his lap: Wendy's leg. It pumped slowly back and forth, her foot rubbing against his shoulder. Then he heard the moaning.
Is she in pain? he wondered with genuine concern.
He looked over at her, and his sleepy eyes opened wide.
Her whole body writhed on the sofa. Her shorts were gone, presumably on the floor somewhere. One hand clutched a big soft breast, kneading and squeezing it vigorously. Her other hand moved rapidly between her thighs, and as his vision cleared Eric saw that she had at least two fingers deep inside her cunt. Her moans went from soft to loud as her hands had their way with her delicious body.
Then she saw him looking at her.
"Oh, Eric!" she cried between moans. "I'm so sorry!"
Eric just stared, entranced.
"Uuuuuunnnggghhh! I didn't know I was gonna MMMMNNNGHHH!!! fall asleep on the sofa UUUUUNNNGGHHH!!!!"
Her writhing increased in intensity, and so did the pumping of her fingers, in and out, in and out, her hand flexing at the wrist, her thumb mashing against her glistening pussy lips. Her huge breasts flailed about and smacked together, and her free hand grabbed one tit again and really mashed it!
Frequently punctuated by loud moans, she said, "Sometimes, in the morning when I wake up, I'm so fucking horny. I just can't stop myself. I didn't want you to see this. Oh, Eric!"
Eric didn't know what to say. He just continued to stare. Probably half the blood in his body was in his dick right now, making it harder than titanium. Her leg rubbed against it as she writhed.
"Eric, oh Eric, please..." She moaned aloud as she fucked herself even harder, now with three fingers.
"Eric, oh, please, forget your promise, break it, I know you're not really attracted to me, but please, please HAVE ME NOW!!!!"
I'm "not really attracted" to her?? What is she saying????
Wendy had both of her hands between her thighs now, spreading her pussy lips wide as she stroked them vigorously. Her huge boobs, trapped between her forearms, were tall towers of wobbling flesh, shaking violently. Her nipples were a blur.
"Please Eric, I WANT YOU!!!!"
Any remaining inhibition and self-control immediately crumbled away, and Eric slid over to Wendy, getting on his hands and knees around her. She moved her arms out of the way, hooking them over the sofa arm behind her head. Her incredible body writhed and her huge tits swam. She offered her whole body to Eric, a marvelous gift for him to have his way with, and she closed her eyes and moaned softly.
Eric's hands flew toward each other, with Wendy's huge tits in between them, and his face descended, mouth open. Titflesh enveloped his face, squishing around his cheeks, burying his nose, shoving into his mouth. His fingers pushed, pressed, mashed the helpless flesh.
"YESSSSSSSS!!!!!!" Wendy cried as her body bucked.
Eric was barely human now -- more like a mindless, breast-kneading, titflesh-sucking BEAST. All the pent-up lust, all of his horny daydreams, all the sucking and groping and kneading he ever wanted to do, all that was poured into this very moment, poured onto the helpless quaking flesh between his clenching hands and around his face. No part of her breasts escaped his groping fingers, his lashing tongue, and his horny suckling mouth. Wendy's voice was hoarse now from all the moaning. She grabbed the back of his head and ran her fingers roughly through his hair as she pulled his head into her chest even harder.
Eric's lusty breast-craze seemed endless. Wendy's tits were subjected to more sucking, squeezing, kneading, twisting, stretching, DEVOURING in that one morning than at any time she could remember. And oh god she LOVED IT!!! When he sucked a nipple deep into his mouth she begged him to suck HARDER. When his hand mashed into a huge breast and clenched it, she slapped her own hand on top of it, not to move it but to help him SQUEEZE. She smacked his head with her flailing boobs, delighting in his ravenous attention to them.
When his fingers grew so tired they could barely move, she took his hands in hers and mashed them into her tits, providing the squeezing energy while his fingers sank deep into the soft warm flesh and enjoyed the incredible benefits. He slid his tongue all over her heaving melons, licking every inch of titflesh he could get his tongue on.
Then she reached down and got hold of his rock-hard cock, quickly undoing his pants and getting them out of the way. Now it was Eric's turn to moan as he lay against her and felt her fingers paw and stroke his aching shaft.
Almost before he knew it, he was inside her. Wendy's hands gripped his ass as she rammed her hips upward, pounding her crotch against his. Her tits shook wildly and Eric just had to grab them again, sinking his fingers into them and kneading them roughly as his cock pounded in and out of her juicy cunt.
His orgasm was so exquisite that it nearly made him pass out. His body settled against hers and his fingers once again found soft titflesh to nestle into. Together they just lay there, not talking, just enjoying the feel of their pressed-together bodies.
Finally Eric asked her the question that had been lit up in his mind like a neon sign, although he was pretty sure he knew the answer already:
"Why did you say that I'm not attracted to you?"
Wendy sighed. Her warm breath blew across the back of his hand as it gently squeezed a big delicious breast.
"Well, you made that promise to me. I thought it was because you didn't want me this way."
Eric pressed his face against her shoulder for a moment, then he told her about his breakup with Barbara and his resultant reluctance to ever again take the initiative like that.
When he looked at Wendy's face again, she had tears streaking down her cheeks.
"I've wanted you just like this, all this time," Eric said. "I fantasize about you at night. God Wendy, you're so beautiful."
She grabbed his head and pulled his lips hard against hers. Some time later, possibly around the time of their wedding, Eric would tell her that the kiss they shared at that moment had probably never been equalled in length or intensity, in all the history of the world.
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