NOTE: This is for adults, but you knew that.
Josh walked into the auditorium, a little intimidated. Here it was, his first day at college--and his first class was so big, it met in the school theatre! So many freshman and sophomores took Introduction to Psychology that Josh had to walk upstairs to the balcony to find a seat.
He settled himself into a chair in the first row of the balcony, so he could get a good look at every female student on the theatre's main floor. It was time for a fresh start, he thought. Last year... senior year of high school? He'd started fooling around with a beautiful round-faced and round-bodied girl named Adele. She the kind of light brown hair that some girls insist on calling dark blonde, cut in a short, Katie Couric-style bob... big full lips that kissed wonderfully, and looked as if they could do so much more... and a plush round body, topped by two of the biggest and softest breasts Josh had ever seen in his life. Probably the biggest he'd seen. DEFINITELY the biggest he'd ever FELT.
Josh started grinning from ear to ear at the very memory of Adele, and the knowing way she showed off her cleavage...especially to boys that she knew would appreciate it. And Josh appreciated it. A lot! Josh and Adele had some hot makeout sessions at parties. She loved to tongue-kiss, and always sighed with pleasure whenever Josh caressed the rounded outsides of her breasts, and even when he poked his fingers into her cleavage.
Problem was, the other guys. The next day, one of Josh's best friends said, "Jesus, what were you doing with that fat pig? You could do better."
Better? What could be better? Josh never thought of Adele as fat. She was full-figured, healthy, robust, and sexy. But that comment got him to thinking. Maybe Adele WAS a little... hefty. Full-bodied. Oh, hell, by some standards, she was fat! But those WEREN'T Josh's standards. He liked her--especially her boobs. Despite Adele's overall girth, she was so terrifically top heavy that whenever she walked into a room, every guy--whether he admitted it or not--said "Shit! Will you LOOK at those TITS?" With boobs like that, what's a little fat between friends? But you tend to see things differently in high school. What your friends think matters to you. The shrinks call it "peer pressure".
Right now, Josh called it "stupid". Incredibly, unbelievably, ridiculously stupid!
After that, Josh stopped seeing Adele. He didn't even have the gumption to break up with her. He just stopped talking to her. Even LOOKING at her. He could see in her eyes that she was hurt. But right or wrong, that's what he did.
NOW, here at the big-city university, he could start fresh! Not only was he away from the judgmental eyes of his buddies... he was in the presence of a plethora of female flesh of all shapes and sizes. Especially the sizes he liked best. Big all around, but with enormous, point-out-at-you breasts. Breasts that had a mind of their own. Breasts that seemed to behave independently of the big, confident women who wore them.
Breasts that he'd give his right testicle to touch.
From his perch in the balcony, he saw them. He knew, even though the women attached to them had her back to him. These medicine balls were so large and lovely, Josh had no trouble detecting their presence on either side of the girl's body FROM BEHIND. When she turned to take her seat, Josh was struck dumb by the sight of her in profile. The laws of gravity seemed to have been repealed for those breasts to be held aloft like that--and to lead their owner wherever THEY wanted her to go. Josh forced himself from their rhythmic bouncings to glance at the girl's face. She had long, dark-brown curls that framed her angelic, always-smiling face. Her cheeks gave a hint of the extra heft she carried, and her broad smile forced her brown eyes into almost Asian-looking slits. Her smile showed glittering white teeth, with just a hint of the overbite Josh always found sexy. She wore slacks that were so tight, Josh wondered if they might be dancer's tights, and a leotard top that exposed the soft, plush surface area that comprised the tops of her breasts. Barely hanging from her shoulders was a man's-style short-sleeve print shirt that left no doubt that this girl wanted all male eyes to focus on the luxurious real estate she was showing off up front! Her middle was round and soft, and although not a wasp-waist, it provided just enough dramatic contrast from her flaring hips and enormous tits. Unlike many larger women, this girl knew that what she had was what a lot of fellows like--so she carried it around on high heels that kept it all in constant and appetizing motion.
Josh grabbed his book-bag and made his way down to the first floor. He had to find some way to sit closer to... to be in the presence of... to maybe TALK TO all that!
A combination of adrenaline and blood rushing toward his cock gave Josh a confidence he'd never known. He elbowed his way into the row where the girl was sitting and plopped himself down beside her. Up close, she was even more intoxicating. She smelled of an exotic perfume, and Josh was sure that the scent was emanating from her proudly exposed cleavage. She turned and smiled at him. When she caught him looking down her shirt, she giggled--not unkindly--and drew in her breath in order to push her chest out. Josh was sure that spittle was forming at the sides of his mouth, and was threatening to spill out any second. He audibly slurped it in and spoke.
"Hi," he said, extending his hand. "I'm Josh."
She shook his hand firmly. "My name's Lynn," she said. Josh was transfixed at the way the movement of her arm shaking his hand set those lush breasts in motion.
The professor took to the podium and began his lecture. Josh tore his eyes from their task of gazing into Lynn's and turned toward the stage. In less than forty seconds, he felt Lynn's hand on his thigh. On the innermost part of the uppermost part of his thigh.
"Let's get out of here," she said in a sexy whisper, "and go to my house." A soft yet pointed tongue swirled around Josh's outer ear. He tried not to jump up and whoop.
The two students did their best to unobtrusively worm their way to the back of the auditorium and sneak out. As they exited, Josh found himself hanging back a few steps in order to watch her lovely behind undulating with every step. She called to him, coquettishly. "Come next to me. The view's better down my shirt!"
Josh ran to her side, grinning from ear to ear. "Are you new here?" Lynn asked.
"Yes," said Josh. "A freshman."
"New blood," smiled Lynn, putting particular emphasis on the word 'blood' as she lowered her eyes toward his crotch.
"You like girls like me," said Lynn, in a way that made Josh wonder if it was a statement or a question.
"I like you," he answered.
"I could tell," she giggled. "Then I know you'll love my sisters. And they'll like you."
"Sisters?" said Josh, confused.
"Sorority sisters," explained Lynn. "I belong to a very special sorority--and I want you to meet everybody!"
"Oh, I kinda hoped it would be just you and me," moaned Josh.
"This is better," said Lynn. "I should tell you--this isn't like any other sorority house. It's underground."
