Times In My Life - S01 E02

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Times In My Life - S01 E02

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"Your boobs I mean. I'm sure they are beautiful and would make you look even better than you do now if you had on a shirt that was much smaller and made them stick out more".

I wasn't sure that there was anything, short of a complete make- over, that could be done to make her look better than she did right then, but I was skating on really, really very thin ice.

She looked straight at me, her expression still dark for what seemed an eternity, although I'm sure it was only a few seconds. I held her stare, unwilling to give up after having committed myself with my bold words. Slowly something happened that I can still remember and see to this day... a small smile slowly crept across her face. It was like watching the sunrise as her smile softened her hard look and the grim lines around her eyes faded away.

"You're kinda cute; you know that?"

Now I was the one sputtering and blushing. I quickly dropped my gaze straight to my feet. This was the longest conversation I had ever had with a female I wasn't related to. I could feel the blush burning across my face. I never expected her to say that! I really had no idea what she was going to say, but that sure the hell wasn't it.

She placed her hand under my chin and raised my head back up to the same level as hers. Peering intently at my eyes she asked, "You're not shy are you? You sure look shy. How can you be shy after talking about my boobs like that?"

I looked again at her face. It was closer now and I could see mischief in her eyes as her smile widened. I had no answer for her, I had never felt this way before. I did notice that she looked less like a boy from this view.

"Come with me", she said and grabbed my hand, pulling me off the table. Having no choice in the matter I stumbled along behind her.

"Where?" I managed to squeak out.

"Shhhh", she whispered, turning around and putting her finger to her lips in the universal gesture of "be quiet".

It was then I became aware that she was quite strong, she had no trouble pulling me along behind her.

My view of her from behind her as I was led along did somewhat change my initial assessment of her physical build. Although she was bigger than me, she was also built very well. The jersey did nothing to compliment her torso, and hid most of her back as well. I could see the shape of her ass and a bit of her hips as the jersey rode along them. I thought that what I could see looked good.

We traveled alongside the school in the direction of the football field, making a quick right turn at the back end of the school. About 10 yards away was a small shed, hidden away in the shadow of the school building. She looked carefully around and after determining the coast was clear led me to the small door on the side of the building. She slipped the door open just enough to push me through it before entering herself and closing (and latching) the door behind herself.

It was not very bright in the small shed. The only light came from a dim light bulb attached to the wall near the top of the shed. Looking around I saw some old football equipment that was covered in dust sitting atop a very small bench.

She knocked the stack off the bench and sat me down on it. She sat down astride the bench and turned me so that was facing her.

"So... you think that my breasts' are beautiful eh?". Although it was quite dim in the shed I was sure I could see a twinkle in her eyes.

"I'm sure they are", I started. "Even with that big football jersey on I can tell that they are big, round and firm."

Again, there was that look in her eyes as she tilted her head a bit while looking at me. After awhile she seemed to have come to some sort of a decision. She was again looking me right in the eyes.

"Would you like to see them?", she asked quietly with no menace in her voice.

"Oh yes please", I replied as I thought to myself, "Do I want to see them? God-damned right I do!"

That seemed to be the right answer as she smiled again and pulled the jersey over her head and off of her body, setting it down on the bench behind herself.

I couldn't believe what was happening. Right there, less than 2 feet away was a girl smiling at me, wearing a bra and no shirt. The bra was a somewhat dingy shade of beige and well-constructed. Much like the football jersey, it did nothing to flatter her considerable assets.

"What do you think?", she asked in earnest.

I thought for a few seconds and said, "Honestly, I can't tell. Your bra is doing a wonderful job of supporting your breasts... uh... I mean boobs, while at the same time doing a really poor job of showing them off".

There was no hesitation or tilting of the head before she turned away from me, reached back and undid the bra, adding it to the jersey on the bench behind her. As she tumed back to face me I was able to see...

WOAHI NICE BOOBS! And they were! Larger than my mother's, perfectly round and the diameter of large cantaloupes. Her nipples had to be at least half an inch long... far longer than anything I had ever seen before. They were also far larger in diameter than even the ones in the skin magazines. And... there were just a few tiny, thin, and very blonde wisps of hair sparsely growing in the large, dark circle around them. "Damn", thought..., these are really nice!

I looked a bit longer, moving my head up and down and side to side in an effort to see these wonderful mounds in all their glory. I wondered a bit about the hair, but only briefly. I wasn't sure if that was normal or not and I sure wasn't going to risk my view by spending too much time looking at it.

"They are truly quite stunning", I said, a note of real awe in my voice. I had never been this close to exposed breasts before, and hers were really something to see.

I leaned over a bit, slowly, watching her face until my eyes were close enough that I couldn't focus on them if I moved closer. They looked even more amazing up close.

She watched me marvel at her assets for awhile. "Would you like to touch them?" she asked, the mischief clear in her voice.

"Oh... yes, please. I would like that very much".

She took my left hand and guided it to her right breast, placing it palm opened, and dead center on it. My hand was barely big enough to hold all of it at once, but she seemed not to mind.

"Your hand is very warm", she said quietly.

"Yes, I have been told that I am a very warm person".

"I bet you are", she quipped. I didn't know at the time what she actually meant by that.