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Erin leaned toward Melisa, as they stepped onto the mall escalator. “This is a riot. Every guy we pass, diverts their eyes to your chest.”
She sneered at a gawker. “I wish one of them had the guts to do more than stare. If one of them had any guts and a half a brain, they could do a lot more.” She brushed her forearm against her chest. “I’m tired of pretending someone else is playing with them.”
Erin blinked slowly. “You’re looking for someone to play with your boobs?”
“Hell yeah…but I don’t think guys understand. It’s not like I can’t find someone but I don’t want to be grabbed and pawed like I know most guys will. I fantasize about someone wanting to worship them…touch and hold them like they’re the best things they ever felt….kiss them like they’re the most wonderful things they’ll ever kiss.” She sighed. “I love the idea someone gets so excited by them that they could cum in an instant.”
Her heart pounded at the intimacy Melisa had unexpectedly shared. “You’d like it to be gentle…like a girl would?”
Lissa exhaled as they window shopped. “Yeah. Soft, slow, tender, hours long…and I haven’t met a guy who I think would understand, and it’s such a turn-off thinking about getting pawed and mauled.”
Did her friend really share her desire to have her breasts worshipped? She frowned. Did she hear her subtly volunteer to fulfill her fantasy? She hesitated for as long as her pounding heart would allow, then whispered, “Could it be a girl?”
Melissa grinned. “Only if she worships them, but I doubt a girl would ever volunteer, and she’d have to make it obvious, for me to notice. Do you ever see a girl stare?”
She actually had, and she remembered how jealous it made her. “What if I told you I know a girl who would…does.”
“Yeah, right.” Melissa huffed at the idea as she turned to admire an outfit in a storefront display. “You know a girl who wants to worship my breasts.”
Her heart pounded, not sure she should continue the thought, then stammered, afraid to let the moment pass without pursuing. “And she has for a long time.”
“A long time.” Lissa stopped in her tracks. “A girl.”
“Yeah.” She swallowed hard as she walked toward the next store-front, Kolej Escort then turned and waited.
Melissa’s eyes narrowed as she caught up. “Who?”
She led her into the store. “I’m afraid to say, if you’re going to be mad or look at her funny.”
“I might look at her different, but I promise I won’t look at her funny.” Melissa stepped behind a clothing display and pulled on her arm. “Come on. Tell me. I want to know who wants to worship my breasts.” Her head tilted. “Are you sure? How do you know?”
It was all she could do not to grovel before her, confess her greatest yearning, and beg for the chance to answer Lissa’s prayer, but oh how she wished she could fulfill their mutual fantasy with one long exquisite night of nursing heaven. She nodded emphatically. “Yeah. I’m sure.”
Her friend waved her arm dismissively. “I doubt it. How the hell would you be sure?” She walked to another floor display rack and began looking at tops.
“I’m sure.” Her shoulders drooped as she followed. “Maybe we should drop the subject.”
“No way! I wanna know.” Lissa looked around before discreetly brushing her forearm across her breasts. “You talked to someone about my breasts?”
She exhaled dejectedly and shook her head. “Not exactly.”
Lissa pulled her to a discreet corner behind another clothing rack. “Then how do you know?”
She covered her face with both hands and whispered, “Because it’s me.”
“You….You?” Melissa grinned and lowered her voice. “You love my breasts and would worship them?”
Her heart pounded as it confirmed the thought. She fantasized about Melisa’s boobs, more than she wished to share, and though the words made her feel awkward, she couldn’t let the discussion end without confessing her willingness. “I will if you want.”
The resulting silence following her offer, made her suddenly uncomfortable. “I’m sorry if it’s weird.”
“Oh no, I don’t think it’s weird at all. In fact, I think it’s kinda…no…really cute.” Melissa’s voice softened. “You want to kiss and play with them?”
She blushed and cringed. “Yeah.”
Lissa’s gaze widened. “Lust and love them?”
Her heart jumped with Sincan Escort each new inquiry. “Yeah.” She inhaled, and glanced at her full chest, then lowered her eyes.
“You’re not just saying this now?” Melissa’s gaze narrowed, “You’ve thought about my chest, before this?”
She wanted to confess but swallowed hard instead, then just stared, and Lissa giggled as she noticed. “Oh my god…you have!”
“I’m so embarrassed.” She covered her face as she felt herself blush.
Melissa gently took her hand, “Don’t be…” then held it with both hands. “…I’m starting to think it’s adorable and I wanna hear more.”
Her heart raced and breathing quickened. “You’re not mad?”
“No. Actually, I’m quite flattered.”
“You don’t mind? We’re still friends?”
“Don’t be silly, and…not if you really want to.” Lissa smiled. “Do you dream and fantasize about feeling me up?”
Her inhales increased almost uncontrollably. “You have no idea.”
“I’m kinda getting the idea. I love how you’re breathing!” She glanced around the empty store, then grinned. “Whisper what you’ve dreamed of doing to them.”
She stammered as her thoughts suddenly overwhelmed her, then inhaled deeply as Lissa stepped seductively close and leaned intimately closer. “Please?”
“I…I.” She gathered herself, knowing the confession was about to spew from her like a burst dam. “I think you have the most beautiful breasts I could ever imagine, and the thought of slipping my hand inside your top, is something I want so bad it makes my heart ache.” She felt her breathing deepen and shut her eyes. “And I dream about being alone with you…worshiping you and your gorgeous breasts with my hands and mouth while you hold my head and we stare into each other’s eyes as you sigh in pleasure while you watch me nurse…and I’ve dreamt about it for a really long time.”
Lissa covered her mouth as her breathing became audible. “That was really something….Is that all true?”
She sighed. “Too true for too long.”
“Wanting my breasts really makes your heart ache?”
She exhaled as she nodded. “Yes.”
Lissa’s eyes widened after pulling her behind a clothing Yenimahalle Escort rack. “Well…what are you waiting for?”
“Really?” She scanned the store for prying eyes.
Lissa’s voice softened as her brows rose. “Do you really want to wait?”
She shook her head and inhaled before slipping her trembling fingers under the bottom edge of Melissa’s top, then stared into her eyes as she slid her hand up until her fingertips touched the bottom of her bra.
“Yes.” Lissa’s breathing increased and head swayed back. “Go for it.”
She concentrated as her fingers traced the decorative scalloped edge, then spread her hand over the soft lace-covered mound and gently squeezed.
Lissa smiled. “I love the face you’re making.”
“Why? Do I look stupid?”
“You look adorable. Your mouth is open and you’re concentrating so hard.” She glanced down at the motion inside her top. “You really love them, don’t you.”
She nodded quietly as she continued feeling the soft fullness.
Lissa stepped closer. “Do you want to go somewhere and really show me how much?”
She smirked. “I don’t know if I can walk right now.”
“Oh my god, you’re so adorable.” Lissa carefully removed her hand from inside her top, then held it before pulling her toward the door.
They rushed hand in hand to the mall exit, then walked shoulder to shoulder to the car, and Lissa turned as they opened their doors and sat inside. “My room?”
The words sent a distinct tingle through her and she pressed on her lap as she shut her door. “Please?”
Lissa’s eyes glanced down and she grinned. “Are you about to have an orgasm, for what we’re doing?”
She squeezed her thighs tight. “Would you be upset?”
She started the car and hurried to the exit. “Oh my god…my boobs make you that excited?”
“Yes.”
“If I press them against your pretty coochy, will it make you cum on them?” She smiled as she drove. “Will they make you explode?”
She swallowed hard, thinking how every word brought her closer to orgasm. “Can we do that?”
“You do want to do more…don’t you?”
“Oh god, yes.”
Lissa glanced at her before refocusing on the road. “And why isn’t your hand inside my top?”
Her eyes widened as she noticed her friend’s smile. “I can?”
“Well isn’t that part of worshipping them?…Constantly needing them in your hands or mouth?”
She nodded as she reached across the console and exhaled as she slid her hand underneath her friend’s top.
Lissa smiled while concentrating on the road. “That’s better.”