I was going to start by telling you a little bit about myself but then I thought, why bother? Most people won't care about me so why should I waste my time giving them information they aren't going to need. Instead I decided it would be more beneficial to give you a little background about the story and leave the rest to your imagination.
I'm an average guy in every way but many years ago I discovered I had a particular passion when it came to the opposite sex. I love big tits. It's that simple, the bigger the better without entering the realms of the ridiculous. I also discovered that with the right amount of luck, charm and confidence it was possible to get into the kind of situations usually only found in the cheesiest of sex comedies. So now, many years on, I have a wealth of stories that just have to be told. So if you like big tits in all their glory then sit back and let me tell you about some of the things I've seen.........
I guess it all started when I was a kid growing up in your average, middle class area where all the neighbours new each other really well and all the other kids were around the same age. My neighbours had a daughter, Rachel, who was a year below me in school and we used to play together all the time as we were growing up. It was one of those childhood friendships that kind of comes and goes depending on whether it was cool to talk to girls or not but as we grew up and out of that kind of nonsense we just became mates. We'd chat if we saw each other in the street but we had our own groups that we hung out with. By this time we were probably around 15 or so and we were well on the path to maturity, one of us more than the other. You see Rachel was developing the most luscious pair of tits I had ever seen, not that I had seen many at this stage in my life, and you couldn't help but notice the way they rode so high on her chest and seemed so firm. There was very little movement when she walked other than a lovely elastic kind of bounce. Summer was especially interesting as she was fond of strappy tops that revealed plenty of cleavage. It goes without saying that many an evening was spent under the sheets while I imagined getting my hands on those beautiful breasts but nothing ever happened. Well, not then anyway....
When all the kids finished school and went on to their various universities the street got pretty quiet and, except for summer when everyone was home, it was usually the case that you would go home for a weekend now and then and be the only one around. If you were lucky you might see someone else who happened to be home the same weekend but that was pretty rare, but not unknown. One weekend I had headed home to see my parents, or get my laundry done, depending on who was asking. As the train pulled into the station I grabbed my bags and headed to the door. Stepping off the train I noticed Rachel getting off a different carriage. I headed over and as she turned she saw me and smiled,
"Hi. I didn't realise you were on the same train. If I'd known, the journey would have been a little less tedious."
I grinned back. "Tell me about it. There's nothing worse than sitting on one of these things for a few hours with nobody to talk to. You want a hand with your bags?"
I grabbed her bag before she could refuse the offer and we headed out of the station. Normally someone would pick me up from the station but my parents were still at work so I was resigned to walking home. It was only a mile or so but being a student I felt it my duty to be a little lazy. There was no-one waiting for Rachel either which I thought a little strange as I guessed her Mum or Dad would have picked her up so she didn't have to carry her bags. It soon became clear though when she told me she had decided to come home at the last minute and had just grabbed a bag and jumped on the train and still not told her parents she was coming home for the weekend. As we walked she told me she had split up with her boyfriend in college and couldn't stand the idea of hanging around with all her friends being sympathetic so she decided to come home for a few days. I followed the standard course of saying I was sorry and then changing the subject to try and cheer her up. We chatted as we walked and she was soon laughing and joking along with me. After about 20 minutes we got home and went our separate ways, as separate as you can get when you live next door anyway.
My parents were going out to party later that night so after dinner I lay down on the couch and started flicking through the channels on the TV. There was nothing on so as soon as my parents had gone I ran upstairs and grabbed my stash of grass from my bag. I rolled a joint and went out into the garden. Sitting in the garden I heard a noise from over the fence. It was Rachel talking on the phone. She was sitting on the back step smoking a cigarette and telling whoever was on the phone she was fine and not to worry. She hung up the phone and I heard her stand up. I assumed she was going in until I heard her voice nearby,
"You going to share that or what?" I turned to see her leaning over the fence and smiling at me. "I could smell the smoke coming over the fence and as neither of your parents smoke and they certainly wouldn't be indulging in a spliff I figured it was you."
I stood up and handed her the joint. She took a big hit and passed it back. "Thanks. You have no idea how much I needed that."
I took it back and pulled on it again. "I heard you talking actually and you sounded like you could do with something. Was that the ex or a concerned friend?"
"Neither, it was my Mum. She was ringing to tell me that her and my Dad are away tonight and it's too late to cancel. I guess it's my fault for not telling them I was coming home. She's worried about me being on my own but I'll be fine. Where are your parents anyway?"
"Another one of those parties my Dad's boss keeps throwing. I know they hate them but I guess they have to go to keep him sweet. I guess we're both in the same boat, come home for the weekend and end up on our own watching TV."
