Nathan Baker was in a panic. He and his best friend, Colleen Quinn, were about to take their relationship to a higher level.
They had been best friends since they were three years old, when the Bakers moved next door to the Quinns in the quiet neighborhood in the small city in Illinois where they lived. The Baker family consisted of Bob and Betty and their two offspring, Nathan and his sister Susan, who was two years older.
They had just celebrated their eighteenth birthdays, that were two days apart. Nathan gave Colleen a boxed set of Beatles CD's, and she gave him a set of socket wrenches to work on his car, a vintage Mustang that had been a gift from his parents.
Colleen and Nathan were like two peas in a pod. They played hard and usually got filthy dirty, especially after a mud puddle splashing contest. At the end of the day, Mary, Colleen's mother, or Betty would strip off their dirty clothes and throw the kids in the bathtub together.
Nathan and Colleen did everything together. They walked to and from school with each other, took the same classes. Their relationship was purely platonic. They never touched each other unless they were skating.
When puberty hit, Nathan shot up a foot. His voice deepened and peach fuzz appeared all over his face. Bob bought him a razor and taught him how to use it. He developed in other areas as well, growing man-sized equipment. He could tell, by comparing himself to other boys in the locker room, that he was larger than average. He soon discovered masturbation.
The first time he did it, he was rubbing his penis furiously, when a tingling sensation started at the bottom of his feet. His toes curled, his scrotum contracted, and the best feeling he had ever felt in his life rushed through his engorged cock. His semen shot straight up into the air and came down on his belly.
He did it again. And again. And again. He did it first thing upon awakening, stroking his morning wood. He did it when he got home from school. He did it before going to sleep at night, fantasizing about this girl in his class with humongous tits. Betty was amused the first time she washed his sheets, and a box of tissues appeared on his night stand.
When he couldn't stop, he began to worry that he was some kind of a pervert. What if he hurt himself? What if he used up all his jizz?
One afternoon, he was beating his meat with a copy of Playboy lying next to him. He hadn't closed the door all the way, and Betty walked in with armload of his folded laundry. "Excuse me, I should have knocked." She backed out of his room, but not before noticing the size of his erection.
"Oh God," he thought, "am I ever in trouble now."
When Nathan didn't come down for dinner, Mary told Bob what had happened. "Guess I'd better go talk to him," he said with a grin.
He knocked on the door and entered the room. "Hey, Sport, what's going on?"
He was in a fetal position, lying on his bed. "Oh Jeez, Dad, I'm so sorry, I promise I'll never do it again."
"Well, I hope you do. It's one of life's greater pleasures. I used to love to do it when I was your age." Maybe he wasn't in as much trouble as he thought.
"But what if I do it too much and use up all my jizz? What if I hurt myself?"
"Well, in the first place, you'll never use it all up. Your body makes a new supply everyday. And the only way you'll hurt yourself is if you rub the skin off. Get yourself some lotion or some Vaseline, lube it up."
"But what about Mom, doesn't she hate me?"
"She's just embarrassed that she didn't knock. Come on, let's get something to eat."
He shuffled downstairs and into the kitchen. "Gee, Mom, I'm so ashamed."
She gave him a big hug. "Don't worry about it, it's perfectly natural. Your Dad did, I did it." That one threw him off. How does a girl jerk off, she doesn't have a dick?
The jar of Vaseline disappeared from the bathroom, and he discovered a whole new world. He could lube it up and squeeze the head really tight and let it slide through his fingers. He could roll over on his stomach and fuck his hand.
His sister, Susan, had always teased him. When they were younger, she would swipe one of his toys and play keep-away with it, or catch him and tickle him unmercifully.
When he reached puberty, her teasing took on an entirely different dimension. She delighted in parading around in front of him in her skimpy underwear. Or walking down the hallway, fresh out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her, and "accidently" letting it slip, exposing one of her breasts.
Their bathroom was located between their bedrooms and locked, if they remembered to do it, from both sides. One morning Nathan knocked on the door. "Hurry up, Susie, I really gotta pee." Having just stepped out of the shower, she pulled the door open and stood stark naked right in front of him. He stared at her firm, round breasts and the patch of blonde hair between her legs.
She watched as his cock swelled up before her eyes, and marveled at the size of it. "You better go take care of that first, you can't pee through it that way." She closed the door, giggling.
He was fascinated by her underwear in the clothes hamper in the bathroom. He watched as she went from a plain white 32A cup bra and Red Cross underpants, to a 34B, to the current lacy, colored 34C bra and matching thongs that she wore now. It amused her to no end when she'd find a pair of her panties sticky with his jism.
One day, while rummaging around in her desk, he found a CD-ROM way in the back of a drawer, labeled "Birthdays 13-17". He took it back to his room and slipped it in his computer. Holy shit! Susie and five of her friends were standing in a row in front of the camera. They were all topless! Each year they had photographed themselves to record their development.
Her 18th birthday was coming up next week, and he was determined to watch that action live. Susie's friend Mandy was coming and she, in the last year, had grown an enormous set of tits, at least a DD in Nathan's estimation. He had a thing for big boobs, and he couldn't wait to see hers.
The party was held in their basement rec room and he went down to scope out a good hiding place. There was a closet on one end of the room with a metal vent at the top. If he stood on a box and bent one of the louvers up, he'd have a perfect view.
The girls clomped down the stairs. Julie brought a quart of vodka, and there was a pitcher of orange juice. The more they drank, the merrier the atmosphere got. After awhile, Susie herded them together for their photo shoot. One at a time, they pulled off their tops, unhooked their bras and posed for the camera.
Julie and Heather had small breasts that didn't do a lot for Nathan. Jennifer had gotten a boob job for her 18th birthday. She had two hard, round circles with no cleavage, and the surgeon had done weird things with her nipples. They were cross-eyed. Rachel had medium sized breasts, but they were kind of saggy.
Susie was next. She pulled off her top, and her round, full breasts spilled over the top of her black lace demi-bra. She slipped the bra off and her breasts didn't drop a notch, they sat high on her chest, and when she turned sideways you could see her lovely uplift.
Mandy was last, and Nathan was quivering with anticipation, virtually drooling over the prospect of seeing those humongous hooters. She pulled off her top, and there they were, encased in a bra that was a engineering masterpiece. She reached behind her and undid the five hooks, slipped off the bra and FLOP! they dropped down to her navel and her nipples, surrounded by three inch bumpy areolas, pointed straight at the floor. There went Nathan's big tit fetish.
When the other girls left, Rachel stayed behind. She approached Susie and said, "I've never felt another woman's breasts before, may I touch yours?"
"I guess so, sure." Rachel reached out and fondled Susie's breasts, feeling them all over. When she ran her hands over her nipples, she felt them stiffen.
