My name is Jenny and I am 18. I am 5 feet 2 inches, with a figure that makes heads turn. The only problem is my bust. I am an A cup and that has been something that gives me a certain amount of pain and rejection by most guys. My mom wanted me to go under the knife to augment my little beauties, but I didn't want to. The only consolation was that my nipples were bigger than average being puffier than normal. To my surprise I never got to a point where I could dazzle a guy with those pink beauties.
If you read my first story, you would have realised what happened between me, mom and Aunt Amy. A few weeks passed after that and I was too busy with my studies to find the time. Mom didn't approach me after the first encounter and I didn't force her hand. The next day after our encounter she seemed quiet and withdrawn but I broke the ice by talking to her and telling her what happened was cool with me. She seemed relieved after my statement and we were back to a somewhat normal routine.
Aunt Amy didn't visit us for a couple of weeks as she was busy helping a friend who was getting married. Some nights when I felt horny, I used to rub against the pillow or the sheets. But after the experience with 2 older women, I yearned for their fingers and mouths. But I was scared to initiate. I am sure mom was feeling the same, but she never openly even glanced at me in anyway other than a motherly affection. Well into the 3rd week I was desperate. I needed either my mom or aunt Amy or anyone for that matter. I hooked up with a guy and that ended up in disaster. This was when I was presented with an opportunity which came from an unexpected quarter.
My friend Kelly was the best friend I had. We grew up together and started puberty together. I trusted her with my life. However, for the last 3 weeks after the encounter with mom, I kept rushing back home after school with the hope of getting lucky with mom and she felt upset about it. Finally, she literally forced me to hang out at her place. Her sister Kim was going through a tough divorce and I realised that she was living with them. Kim was gorgeous just like Kelly. The difference between the two sisters was that Kayla had motherly curves as she had given birth 2 yrs ago and her breasts were D cups. She wide hips and thighs gave her a sexy look along with a ample butt. She reminded me of Monica Bellucci as her mom was of Italian descent. She was not chubby but her figure filled out her dress.
Kelly was a C cup and I used to envy her breasts when we were growing up. Her body was curvy and her skin was clear and slightly darker than me owing to her Italian genes. This made her very sexy but she never dated guys after her first break up. Her butt was nice and full which made her look hot in shorts or skirts.
She envied my nipples and for me that made it even. I had something she wanted and so did she. Suffice to say that we had seen each others bodies before and there were a few times we compared notes about masturbation. However, as we grew up we became a little more conservative about the topic of sex. So there I was in her room while she skipped around in a tight pair of shorts that just covered her sexy butt.
"Hey, how come you have been avoiding me?" she said with a pout that pronounced her full lips.
I tried to control my blushing but failed.
"Oh, I sense a story here!" she squeaked coming over to the bed. Sitting down facing me her legs in a lotus position and bending just enough to give me a glimpse of her sexy cleavage which was exposed by a pink spaghetti strap t-shirt. I could almost see a lacy bra underneath. Kelly had this strange habit of removing the built in cups of her t-shirts and wearing a bra. She was terrified of the strap slipping and exposing her breasts. the lacy bra did nothing to contain her nipples that were gentle protrusions under her t-shirt as inviting as anything I have ever seen. I realized they were not fully erect and this conjured up feelings that I have never felt when looking at Kelly before. This brought more color to my cheeks. I wanted to run out of the room, but I realized I had to get it off my little chest.
"Well, something did happen."
"Oh my god! You slept with someone," she squeaked again coming closer. Her shorts were so tight and I could see the gentle bulge of her pussy against the soft material of the shorts.
"Well more than one, actually," I murmured.
"What? Oh my god!"
"Yeah."
"Wow. Who were the lucky guys?"
"Well they were not guys, actually," my voice trembled and she could barely hear me which made things worse since she leaned closer and closer towards me, giving me an eyeful of her gorgeous C cups.
"Oh my god! Oh my god! You slept with two girls?" The whole neighborhood would have heard her voice. I imagined people leaning out windows listening to my coming out of the closet speech.
"Yes I did."
Kelly came ever closer.
"Tell me about it you little lesbian! Who were they?"
"Well it was my mom and aunt."
I was in time to close her mouth with my hand preventing another earth shattering revelation to that whole neighborhood.
Finally she settled down so that I could release her mouth.
"Oh Gosh! How did that happen?"
So I told her all of the juicy details. At first I didn't notice as I was so concerned about how she would take it. After a while I realized that her nipples were growing under her bra and that her breath was coming faster. She also seemed to be making a slight rocking motion as she listened to me, her eyes the size of saucers and her mouth salivating with the rapidity of a dog watching a steak.
After I finished, I was almost in tears thinking she would think of me as a horrible person. I was sure she would run out of the room screaming that I was a lesbian. None of those things happened.
She just pulled me to her and hugged me fiercely saying that I was still her best friend and that she would support me. Then she seemed curious about the experience.
"Tell me how it felt when they kissed you."
"Well, it was nicer than being kissed by a guy. A woman's skin is soft and warm. They also don't hurry it like a guy. The lack of stubble is very erotic."
"Oh is it? You are one lucky girl!"
