[M]e and Mandy Part 2 [M25/f18] | 2016

After cleaning up in the bathroom sink I went straight to my room and closed the door. When I heard the shower going, I went down to the living room to get my clothes. She’d tried to clean up the wet spot and folded my clothes. When the shower stopped I retreated to my room and pretended to read.

I heard her footsteps going down the stairs. I knew I should go down and be straight up with her. Tell her it was a mistake. Tell her we shouldn’t have done it, and we should never do it again. I hoped she wouldn’t freak out and split, I needed the money. The thought of the conversation kept me from making the first step down the stairs. I reconsidered, maybe it was best to not mention it, if I didn’t say anything maybe she wouldn’t, we could pretend it didn’t happen. I went back to my room and sat on the edge of my bed. My mind automatically replayed the visual of her tits. Fuck, just thinking about them was getting me hard again.

The TV stopped, and Mandy called out, “Nick, Nicky…” Nobody called me Nicky. I had told her I didn’t like to be called Nicky. It sounds like a fuckking girls name.

I went downstairs with my mind made up, I should apologize and tell her it was a mistake that we couldn’t make again.

She sat curled up in our big overstuffed chair with her curly blonde hair pulled back in a pony tail, her big blue eyes looking all sad, holding her braless boobs over an old grey t-shirt.

I was speechless.

She said, “My boobies hurt.”

What the fuck do I say to that? “Um, sorry.” At least she didn’t say you crushed my pussy.

“Can you rub them for me?”

“What?”

“Can you rub my boobies,” this time she says it even more cutely and pushes them up, with a pouty face, and those big blue eyes. I started to get hard again. Shit.

Then she says, “Pleeeeease, with sugar on top,” like a fucking six-year-old. A six-year-old with big boobs.

I said, “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“They weeely hurrrt.”

I didn’t know if this was a real problem or if she was just trying to get me to fuck her again. I hadn’t been that rough with them, but then I thought about the tennis. I knew I shouldn’t but she looked so sad, “Okay.”

She got up and pulled me by the arm, “You sit here, and I’ll sit in front of you.” I sat down and tried to casually adjust the stiffening dick that I knew I shouldn’t be having. She slid between my legs and un-muted the TV, “Just hold them for a while.”

I held them from underneath, like she’d been holding them. I’m sure she felt my hard cock pressing against her back, but she didn’t acknowledge it or rub up against it. She leaned back and relaxed against me, while we watched a re-run of Seinfeld. Soon she said, “Can you rub them gently?” I stayed away from her nipples, just pressed her breasts in and out for a while. “That’s nice,” she said. It was nice for me too, and somehow relaxing.

The show ended and we had something to eat like everything was normal. I was still a little freaked out so I went up to my room to be alone. Later she calls me from her bedroom. I enter and see her laying in bed and looking at me with those sad eyes again, “My boobies still hurrrt.” I know it’s not a good idea but nothing happened downstairs and I liked the feel of her jugs, they were like big stress relief balls.

“Alright,” I said, “let’s go back downstairs and watch TV.”

“Noooooo,” she cooed, “lets do it here.”

Even though the thought made my stomach queasy, I got in bed behind her and spread my legs so she could lean back against me. I was getting used to the breast massaging so I didn’t get that stiff this time. Once we settled in, I held them just like before, then start squishing them. It starts to get a little boring just sitting there squeezing them so I use two fingers for more like a deep massage on the sides. She says, “Can you rub the nipples?” I look down and see her nips sticking out like fucking gumdrops.

I rub them lightly. She says, “Harder.” I tweak them and press them into her breast flesh. She says, “that’s nice but the shirt’s getting in the way do you mind if I take it off?”

I said, “Okay, I guess so.”

She gets up and takes off her shirt, I try not to stare to hard but they are fantastic breasts. The half dollar size areolas are barely visible pink and perfectly centered on the softball sized orbs that hang just enough so they look real. She says, “Do you like them? Kam said they were the best boobs he’d ever seen. He said he was an expert because he went to The University of Miami.”

I said, “What does Miami have to do with tits?”

She said, “He said all the hotties went there to hang out at the beach.” Then she puts her arms behind her head and thrusts her chest out like a pinup. “Well, what do you think?”

My mouth goes dry, “They’re nice,” I croaked as she was getting back in position. Now I’m just straight up, playing with her nipples, and she’s rubbing my dick with her behind.

She said, “How big is it?”

I said, “How big is what?”

“Your dick, silly.”

“I don’t know.”

“You’re lying, Kam said that every guy measures his dick.”

“It’s none of your business,” I said.

She said, “Kam’s dick was eight inches, yours must be bigger.”

This made me feel good but I know mine’s a little over seven inches. I thought about telling her it’s not that big but figure it can’t hurt having chicks think I got a big one, apparently it worked for Kam.

Then she leaned forward and reached back for my dick. I said. “I don’t think we should do this.”

She turned around and looked at me continuing to stroke my cock. “It’s just sex, no big deal, no strings, alright? We can have fun right? No strings.”

Her perfect pair of 34d’s were right there, a foot away from me. Fuck it. I smothered myself in her boobs, and when I came up for air I said, “Let’s get undressed.”

While I removed my clothes, she shut the door, and pulled her bottoms off. I laid down and watched her luscious boobs hang as she brushed just her nipples against my legs on her way up me. When she brushed them against my cock it twitched uncontrollably. I’d only seen tit fucking in porn. The thought turned me on immensely, but she kept going up me, resting her moist crotch on my abdomen. I said, “are you on the pill?”

She said, “No but I’m not ovulating right now.”

“I’ve got condoms in my room… I’ll last longer.” She frowned a little as she got off me. I came back to see her playing with herself, one hand on a nipple and the other on her clit.

I crawled up on top, but she said, “I wanna be on top.”

I rolled onto my back happy to lay back and watch while she worked her hot pussy up and down my cock. Her boobs jiggled and swung below her pretty flushed face and neck. When she slowed, I reached out and grabbed her tits and pressed them together, licking back and forth fast, from one nipple to the other, then grabbed her ass and swung my legs off the bed. She squealed in delight when I stood up and bounced her a couple of times.

At five-three one-thirty she wasn’t exactly a spinner, but it was fun, until she started slipping off. I dropped her on the edge of the bed with my cock still in her. The bed was too low to fuck comfortably, so I said, “Slide up,” and fucked her in missionary for a while, then rolled over into doggy where I leaned over her and grabbed onto her boobs which had been swinging against the mattress, then gave a few more hard thrusts and came.

We chilled that evening and I got to know her better. It seemed her princess act was a cover. She didn’t feel loved by her parents, especially her dad. Her parents had her when they were still in high school. They dumped her at her grandparents farm house. Later her father got a good job as a plant foreman. He helped out financially, but she never lived with them. Her younger brother lived with her parents. But she hadn’t wanted to live with her dad. She said she was afraid of him because he beat her mom.