I was eighteen, and I knew how I looked, with my juicy ass, tiny waist, and E-cup breasts. For years I had noticed the way my figure turned heads, and adolescence was incredibly kind to me. I was objectively hot, and I knew it.
I was especially aware of my boobs, because nobody would let me forget about them, but to be honest, I loved having a huge chest. Even though it could be inconvenient at times, and I had to wear three sports bras during cheer practice, the constant glut of attention because of it, was entirely worth the trouble.
Being head cheerleader, on the Dean's list, with a hot boyfriend, I was the kind of girl that every other girl could only dream of being, and on some level, I knew it. Despite being sort of "perfect", I knew I was lucky, so I wasn't an asshole about it. I tried to be a good person, on top of it all, which was even more irritating, I'm sure.
My boyfriend, Steve, was kind of a dick. I was only dating him because he was the best-looking and most popular of all the guys on the football team. That wasn't going to last long, though, when one day after school I caught him picking on someone.
This boy was probably one-third Steve's size- maybe an inch or two taller than me, same age, but incredibly skinny. I had seen him around before. He dressed nicely, and always had his nose in a book. I think that was the first time I'd seen him talking to someone else before. My boyfriend- soon to be "ex" boyfriend- was teasing him about something. I didn't stop to listen, I just saw what was going on- a group of huge jocks all circled around this tiny geek. Things were getting ugly, the teasing was loud, and Steve was the ringleader.
"Hey!"
I marched right up to my boyfriend and nudged his arm.
"Cut it out," I said. "You're being an asshole. Leave him alone!"
All the other guys looked expectantly at Steve; Steve was in a quandary. He didn't want to fail in front of his friends, but he knew if he didn't listen to me, I wouldn't put out.
"Fine," he capitulated after a moment, waving a hand in dismissal at the geek in question. "Was gettin' bored anyway."
The boys broke up and walked away. I could tell Steve was annoyed with me, but I didn't care- I didn't care about the opinion of someone who would pick on... well... someone like him.
The geek.
He was leaning against the lockers, looking defeated, his thin shoulders sagging. I went up to him and smiled a little.
"Are you okay?" I asked. He was honestly so fucking cute up close. He had a really handsome face, and something about his very skinny body really turned me on. My heart sped up when he looked at me, and pushed his rimless glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"I'm fine," he said, blushing adorably. "Just a little embarrassed, I guess."
"Don't be embarrassed, they're assholes. Doesn't matter what they think, right?" I held out my hand. "I'm Kitty."
"Hi, Kitty, nice to meet you. I'm Brendan."
When he took my hand, my heart crawled into my throat. His grip was so weak. His fingers were so thin. I had the sudden, insane urge to just smother his face with my enormous breasts. And suddenly, I knew what I had to do.
I had to fuck Brendan.
We chatted for a little bit, but I was barely listening. I was so distracted by how hot I found him, my the heat building between my legs the longer I stood in his presence. I had never had this kind of response to a guy before; not even Steve made me this hot just by existing. I don't know what it was about Brendan, who was shy, soft-spoken, and frail, but everything about him just did it for me.
He also turned out to be really sweet, and even charming in his own awkward way. We wound up hanging out all afternoon, and when he said he should get going, I went silent.
"What's wrong?" he asked. "Kitty?"
"It's just..." I bit my lip. "I really don't want you to go, Brendan."
"Well, I... I don't know what else to do," he said with a little nervous laugh. "It's just about dinner time, and-"
