Bosom Buddies Ch. 05

It was raining pretty miserably, and neither of us had access to our cars that day, so Corrine and I ran all the way to her house. Male that I am, I couldn't help but admire the way my companion's tee shirt soaked all the way through, nor the way her enormous breasts bounced as she ran. The dark material wasn't exactly transparent, but it clung to her shape like paint.

Halfway there, the merciless rain became merciless hail, and with a combination of screams and laughter we both doubled our speed until we were safely inside Corrine's home.

Once our laughter died out, Corrine excused herself to take a quick shower, and suggested I do the same in her family's spare bathroom. The warm water felt great, but just as I was about to switch it off I heard the bathroom door slide open. Through the beveled glass I could just make out the blurry blond image of Corrine striding into the room. I reflexively covered up my crotch, shouting out:

"What are you doing?!"

She giggled a bit at my discomfort from the other side of the glass. "You don't need to cover up, silly, we can't see anything through this glass. See?"

To prove her point, she spread her arms and dropped her bath towel to the ground. Even through the blur of the glass, I could still make out the shape of her amazing nude body. No amount of beveling could obscure the swell of her epic tits. I swallowed, feeling my dick swing up to attention in the blink of an eye.

"You were taking too long to shower," Corrine continued, "I was getting bored. So I figured I'd come in here and we could hang out while you finished."

I hated that she could do this to me. That she had this kind of control over me.

"Is it frustrating being on the other side of that door, Ian? You know I'm naked right now. If you opened that door, you could see every detail of my naked body. Not just this blurry, frustrating shape. You could see ME. You could even pretend like it was an accident. Bump it with your elbow or something, then act all surprised. But you're too much of a gentleman to try something like that, aren't you?"

She had planned this whole thing. I could tell by the way she was talking that she had actually rehearsed her words. But why?

"What are you doing, Cor? This is pretty extreme teasing, even for you!"

Soon as the words came out of my mouth, Corrine strolled up to the shower door and pressed her heavy, naked breasts against the glass with an audible thunk. My breath caught and my heart skipped a beat. My hand automatically grabbed hold of my hot, wet erection.

Against the glass, Corrine's breasts were barely even obscured. The abundance of soft, smooth flesh splashed out incredibly, with the pink of her nipples at the center. Oh my God.

"How does that look?" she asked.

"Um. Good." My brain wasn't really functioning.

"Press your dick up against the glass, I want to see how it looks."

I obeyed, shuddering at the realization that the only thing between our naked bodies at that moment was a pane of glass. From a visual standpoint, it was incredible. It looked like I was pressing my cock against Corrine's smooth stomach, inches below the splash of her incredible breasts.

Physically, it just felt like I was fucking a piece of glass.

And emotionally, I was just confused. Corrine was with Steve—unless they'd broken up or something—and in the meantime, nothing had happened between she and I that would have changed the status quo of our friendship. I didn't want to jinx it, but I had to know:

"Corry, I don't understand what's going on."

"What's going on is... I'm gonna give you a blowjob."

She opened the shower and stepped inside with me.

The reality of Corrine's naked body outdid all of my fantasies. It wasn't just her intimidating height, those enormous bulging breasts the size of my head, or her perfect, playmate figure—it was the million other details I had never thought of. The smell of her shampoo, the smoothness of her skin against my fingers, the sound of her breathing, the warm crush of her chest against mine beneath the hot spray of the shower--

And the way my hard cock pressed against the wet blonde fuzz on her crotch as we embraced.

It was everything I wanted and more--but somehow, it was all wrong. Everything was too rushed; too strange. Corrine's sudden behavior made no sense. I had barely even gotten a chance to look at her--to drink in the sight of her glorious nudity—before she was pressed against me.

She playfully kissed me on the lips, sending my head completely out of orbit.

"Now sit down and let me give this a try."

I obeyed, eager to receive her affections, whatever the reason. I planted my naked ass onto the edge of the tub and watched with delight as the subject of so many fantasies lowered herself between my legs, water dripping from her nipples as they slid down the skin of my thighs.

Long blonde hair fell wet over her shoulders as she examined my cock up close. God, I wanted this so much... but it just wasn't adding up.

"Why--are you doing this?" I managed to say through staggered breaths.

Corrine just smiled, running a fingertip up the length of my cock to keep me on edge.

"Steve and I have been together for almost two weeks, now, and he expects things to go to the next level. Since I had such a bad experience doing this the last time I tried it, I figured I would get some practice on you."

Wait—but—

Corrine massaged my balls between her fingers. "Just like we talked about at your pool party, remember? You could give me some pointers."

It took a second, but my brain managed to process this information one second before Corrine's tongue was going to make contact with my shaft. And, for some reason, I moved away before she could.

"No," I stated, though my furious, throbbing cock clearly disagreed with me.

"No? 'No' what?" Corrine cocked her head to the side, thinking she'd misheard me.

"Just, 'No, I don't want it to be like this."

All the warmth drained from Corrine's face. She recoiled, immediately covering her nakedness with her arms. I got up and walked out of the shower, hopping back into the cold, wet clothes I had left sitting on the bathroom floor. Once the shock of my rejection had worn off, Corrine charged out of the shower after me, hurriedly covering up a towel.

"Why not?!" she demanded, her eyes filled with hurt and confusion.

"I'm not some toy for you to play with."

"But, you let all the other girls mess around with you."

"Because the other girls wanted ME!" I shot back, "They may not have wanted to be my girlfriend, but they all still wanted to be with me. I wasn't just a practice dummy while they fantasized about their asshole boyfriend."

"Steve is not an asshole! Everybody else is just taking Talia's side, and it's totally unfair to me."

"Nobody is taking Talia's side, Corry. Steve is a big, fucking asshole, and you deserve better."

"I 'deserve better?' Like who? Like you? Should I just follow along with everyone else and join Ian's harem?!"

She was crying by this point, but I refused to back down.

"No—what? I don't have a harem, Corrine. What the hell are you even talking about?"

"That's what it feels like! These past few weeks, everybody's getting in line to fuck Ian. 'When's Corrine gonna do it?' Like I'm supposed to fuck the unattractive nerdy guy just because my friends did."

"Oh, fuck you, Corrine. Now you're just being a bitch."

There was a long, cold break in the argument while Corrine looked at me with pain in her eyes. She finally waved a dismissive hand and muttered, "You're just jealous of Steve."

I picked up my backpack and headed for the door.

"You're right. I am jealous of Steve. I'm jealous of every guy who's ever so much as touched you, Corry. But that doesn't change the fact that he's not the right guy for you. And when you realize that, your real friends will be waiting for you."

I opened the door and headed back out into the cold shower of hail. Still clad in her bath towel, Corrine shouted after me:

"Like that even matters! In another four months, you'll all be going to college, and I'll be stuck here, and we'll never see each other again! I'm gonna need new friends, anyway!"

I kept walking until I couldn't hear her anymore.

What the Hell, Ian?! My brain and penis were again at war with each other. I was furious, hurt, and frustrated—and yet I still couldn't manage to get my damn erection to go down despite the chill of the weather. I didn't even know what I wanted anymore. Nothing made sense. The world was upside down.

I wanted my friends back. Back the way we were. A twist in my stomach longed for more innocent times of us all teasing and chatting into the night. But I also wanted so much more from those girls—I wanted their lust, their passion, and their beautiful bodies all to myself.

And in five months' time, I wouldn't have them at all.

The fresh memory of Corrine's hot, naked tits tortured me as I walked home through that hail. I couldn't help but flash back to the brief conversation I'd had with my friend Andy when we were filming Wolf Guard with Corrine all those months ago:

"I'll be damned, dude," he had whispered to me, "I think she actually likes you."

"Yeah, right. A girl like that? And a guy like me? Never gonna happen. NEVER gonna happen."

And now those words seemed truer than ever. I would never have Corrine. Not in the way I wanted. It was never gonna happen.

Except it did.

(To be continued...)