My name is Brooke, at this writing I am 30+, tall, and 130 lbs dripping wet. Unlike most of the women in these stories I am not voluptuous, in fact next to most other women I look like a 14-year old boy, at least in the bust. My hips are slim, but slightly better proportioned than my chest. Let's see, what else might you want to know. I am very athletic, dark hair, nice face with a ready smile. My sense of humor borders on the absurd, which means I get jokes that no one else seems to get. For example someone handed me a report the other day. A 32 page, printed in color, professionally bound, report on the status of my school district's paperless automation initiative. For some reason I thought that was funny. Well no one else understood, even when I showed them the report. Oh yea, and the guy who wrote the report is now annoyed with me because I was laughing at his department's hard work. I guess I know which department I won't be working in!
What do I do for a living? Well I am a cross between a school teacher and a computer technician. I left my last job, as a computer consultant, on the verge of either burn-out or professional suicide and got a job teaching computer science stuff at a HS near where I grew up. Since I have all that geek stuff in my background, I also take care of the school system's networks and get involved with two local community colleges' comp-sci departments. I've developed a good reputation in the as an expert in the field. I guess that's another reason I was giggling at laughing boy's report. I know how much people still want to print stuff, even e-mails. Going paperless is a nice dream, but people are totally addicted to their hardcopy. I guess I am too, but hell, I wasn't trying to change the world, just survive.
So professionally I was doing well, recovering nicely from my near burn-out. Family-wise things were fine. My folks are still alive and doing great, a few other relatives in the area helped keep deep me into the nieces and nephews. I appreciate Christmas so much more with kids around, but I refuse to have any of my own, just yet. I know, maybe that would help my tittie-inadequacy self-image problem, but a kid just for bigger boobs, and possibly only temporary ones? Not worth it. Likewise surgery doesn't float my boat either. Although I did date a plastic surgeon once and he offered me a great discount. But he wanted to add to the bust, and fill out the hips more. I told him if he wanted his mother he should keep on looking. I heard a few years later that he did get married and using his skill turned his new wife into a younger version of his mother. I just hope she's nicer than his mom, who treated everyone of his girlfriends like she was the Whore of Babylon coming to take her precious away. I wonder what therapist would say about that relationship? I get chills just thinking about it.
What does all this have to do with the difference one day made in my life? I guess I just wanted to give you a little background. My life would certainly different, probably diminished in many ways if that day had never happened. If you knew me back in HS, you would never recognize me now. It's not that I've changed a lot physically, except for that unusual growth spurt when I was 19, 5'8" to almost 5'11 is petty weird in college, don't you agree? But the college volleyball team didn't mind. The face is still the same, maybe just a touch more make-up now. But the reason you wouldn't recognize me is because you probably never noticed me in HS. I was the perennial hanger-on, a follower, basically a non-entity until one day halfway through my senior year when another girlfriend and I snuck into the boys side of the pool and spied on this one guy in the shower. It was a memorable 24 hours!
"Come on." Patty whispered and she boldly crossed the invisible line between the boys end of the pool and ours. I followed her, not sure what she was up to, but she was my best friend and worldly beyond my measure.
I followed her past the office and snuck into the locker room. We were looking around, I remember thinking that it was just like ours, clothes everywhere, towels. I always thought girls were neater, but from the looks of things we were both a sloppy group. We heard a shower go on, which was a surprise because it was to early for the period to be ending. I grabbed Patty's arm in shock, and then she practically dragged me to where we could see into the showers.
It was Tom, a guy from my bio class. He was an average guy, on the skinny side, but a reputation as a nice guy. I wasn't into dating at all, guys tended to ignore me especially with any more 'developed' girl within view. So here I was secretly watching a guy set the temp on the water to take a shower.
He started tugging down his suit, and I gasped out an "OMG!"
Tom turned and walked over toward the other entryway into the showers. He saw us standing there and froze, then he grinned. Pat smiled right back at him! "So are you gonna take them off or what?" said Patty, my hero. I was torn between wanting to see and wanting to run away, but Patty kept a tight hold on my arm making up my mind for me.
Tom smiled nervously and said "I was planning on it, but now I am not sure."
Patty pulled me in front of her and as I looked behind, she pulled her straps down over her shoulders, exposing her breasts, then pressed them against my back, holding me against her. "You get to see when I get to see."
"What about Brooke?"
Patty's hands came up and covered my almost negligible breasts, "We'll see about that another time. Right now it's your move."
Tom complied, and pulled his trunks down, kicking them to the side. There he was, naked as I felt and I was feeling really strange. Patty's hands on my breasts weren't helping me. Her chin was on my shoulder and she was breathing hard in my ear. I swear the room was spinning.
Patty moved next to me, giving Tom a clear view of her chest. Even I looked over at her, and I had seen her breasts lots of times. Her breasts were large for a high-schooler, hell they were large for an adult! I don't ever remember seeing her nipples so tight, even on those days when the gym shower was out of hot water.
Tom pursed his lips and let out a small whistle. He took a step closer and I tried to back away, but Patty wouldn't let me. She had one arm holding me around my shoulders and her hand on my arm.
"Touch it." Queen Patty commanded Tom. He said no, then he stood closer, "You touch me."
Patty didn't hesitate one second and took his thing in her hand, squeezing it. It seemed in no time before it started growing! It must have only been 4 or 5 inches, but at the time it seemed enormous.
Patty's hand caught mine and she took it and wrapped it around his cock. I was holding it as it expanded. It was both soft and firm, I was floored. I barely felt Patty let go of me as I stood there fondling it. She pushed me down on my knees and I got a eye-level view as I held on to it. She reached over and kissed Tom, I think he touched her tits and she whispered something to him. He nodded.
Then she was kneeling by me. "Kiss it."
"Wha?" that broke my reverie.
"Kiss it, like this." The amazing Patty kissed the tip and it jumped in my hand.
She looked at me, "Go ahead it doesn't bite."
So I kissed it. I think I was beyond surprise. The head was soft, softer than the rest, but it had a rubbery feel. I thought I was only going to touch my lips to it, but I held it there for a few seconds.
"Sorry to leave you needing a cold shower, but the period is about to end, and I have to get my cock-kissing friend out of here before she gets more than she can handle." Patty said.
She pulled me up and I turned 11 shades of red at her words. Tom stopped her for a second for a kiss. Her hand touched him again, wrapping around his cock and pulling it gently.
To my surprise he kissed me as well. He took me in his arms and kissed me. I could feel his cock against me as it nested in the valley made by my thighs and crotch. I was about ready to pass out!
Patty dragged me out and we waited by the office until we heard all the guys heading into the shower from the other side. Them we slowly made our way back to our side. no one was the wiser because the girls were in our shower. Patty and I went last, next to each other, and lost in our own thoughts. I was shaking a little, even in the hot shower. Was I in shock or still excited. I had seen a real cock, and kissed it. This morning I would have told you that only a dirty, nasty girl would do such a thing, and only a real slut would enjoy it. Was I a slut? Washing my pussy told me that part of me certainly enjoyed it. Patty enjoyed it as well, and she liked having me there. If I am a slut, what does that make Patty? She was no dirty girl, she was amazing. I looked over at her and she was washing herself as well. No! She was doing more than washing herself. My face burned hot as I realized she was doing something that I sometimes did in my bed, very late at night or very early in the morning. Her eyes were closed, one hand up tight to her pussy, the other was holding the shower head-directing the flow at her pussy. Thank goodness the other girls had finished and we were alone.
I stepped close, and hissed at her. "Patty, will you..."
Her hand came down from the shower and grabbed my shoulder, squeezing hard, and her body shook violently. I moved in front of her as she fell against me, wrapping my arms around her and losing the battle to hold her up when the swim coach/gym teacher, Mrs. Terrance, came into the showers.
Panicking, I said the first thing that came to my mind. "Miss T, she slipped."
I got her down on the floor by the time Miss T got there, Patty's thighs had released her hand. I think Miss T noticed. She cocked her eyebrow to me as if to say "Slipped, yea right!" as she knelt down and roused Patty from her stupor.
Patty didn't even have the decency to blush as Miss T took over and asked if she was OK.
Miss T helped her up and I wished the water would have just dissolved me down the drain. Patty came up like a rocket, actually bumping into Miss T, she stumbled and they both grabbed me to steady themselves. Now I really felt inadequate. Miss T was what Patty will probably look like in 7 or 8 years, while little ol' me would never measure up physically.
