Ben and Me

[tomturk18]

In the mirror of the vanity in the hall bathroom, I stared at my breasts. At least that's what I liked to call them. Breasts. I liked the sound of that.

According to the more well endowed members of my tenth grade class -- which was basically all of the girls -- my AA cups were less than breasts. They were merely a pitiful extension of my boyish chest.

"Boyish chest." At least that's what big-boobed Lisa calls it. "Your chest is smaller than my brother's!" she liked to say. And my gosh, mine were nothing compared to her melons, which must have been double Ds! When she stripped off her sweaty bras after gym class, those enormous saggers looked ready to drop to the concrete floor!

I, on the other hand, never removed my bra after gym class. And staring in the mirror reminded me why.

[tomturk18]

I turn to the side, I looked at my profile. Why wouldn't a boy I like my body? I mean, my tummy was flat. Like really flat, like one of the girls on a workout video. My hours in the pool really paid off.

And as my eyes drifted lower, tucked beneath my hot pink panties was as firm of an ass as you'd ever see.

Unfortunately, it seems like most guys wanted size up top. That was something that I just could not offer.

I leaned forward and let my almost breasts hang down. Which they almost did. But barely. I didn't know why I bothered. I stood erect again, and held my boobs in my hands. I squeezed. I squeeze them together. But no matter what I did, they didn't look like much. If anything, they look more like muscles than breasts. I didn't know why I even bothered wearing a bra.

Regardless, I grabbed the matching hot pink training bra from the vanity, wrap it around my midriff, clasped it above my cute belly button, slid the clasp around to my back, and slid the almost bra up and over my almost breasts.

Gazing at myself one last time in the mirror, I saw my hard nipples poking out through the thin fabric. If guys just wanted nipples and not the substance beneath, I would be in great shape.

After throwing on my loose 10K t-shirt and sliding on a pair of short shorts, I was ready to go. I had to get to the library before it closed, is I was already late getting started on my book report.

However, as I headed down the stairs of my empty house and threw on my flip-flops, the doorbell unexpectedly rang. Surprised, I dashed over and opened it.

"Hey Jamie," Ben said when his eyes first met mine. I stood speechless. Ben was the Shortstop on the baseball team. And, although he wasn't exactly mr. Muscles, his combed over dark hair, tanned skin, and perfectly proportioned face drove the girls crazy -- as did his quiet but cool personality. But why was he at my house? Although he had lived in my neighborhood since we were five, we hadn't hung out since puberty hit him and ignored me.

"Mind if I come in?" I nodded. Who was I to say no?

[tomturk18]

"Can we sit? " Ben asked. I nodded.

Though I found the tenderness of his voice attractive, I never allowed myself to daydream about him. He was way out of my league. Besides, my memory of him as a naked seven year old -- I once glimpsed him running out if his shower -- wasn't exactly a turn on.

"I'm going to be completely honest with you, Jamie. Some of the dudes on my baseball team have been giving me a hard time about this -- which is why I haven't shown up until now." My heart pounded against the inside of my rib cage. "They're more interested in, you know, big bazoombas and stuff." He pretended he was supporting huge breasts in midair, and I giggled. "But for months I've been drawn to you like a magnet to metal, and I can't keep my feelings locked inside anymore."

I shook my head. "I don't know what to say." I gazed deeply into his dark brown eyes. In them I suddenly saw more than I ever had before. He was closer to man, but still in some ways a child. As was I. And I wanted to know him more. To know him deeper.

"I'm really nervous," he said, and I noticed his trembling hands. I cupped them in mine, leaned forward, and kissed them, thanking the Lord that my parents were out of town until the next day.

[tomturk18]

I welcome any feedback on writing style, tone, and content. I hope to post the next section later today.

[tomturk18]

"Hey," Ben said, leaning back awkwardly. "Would you mind playing truth or dare -- like we used to?" I'm sure I look like a moron as I sat there looking at him puzzledly. But his words clarified everything. "Maybe it'll be easier to get everything out if we play truth or dare rather than me telling you everything at once." I nodded, suddenly unsure whether I'd ever be able to tell this guy no.

"You go first," I said, happy to let him take the lead. After all, it was his idea.

"Sure," he said. I swore he stole a glimpse at my chest before he continued. "Why do you think we grew apart?"

I closed my eyes and thought back to the days we used to hangout. Hide and seek, climbing into his tree house, and swimming in my pool where are activities of choice. However, once his voice started to crack and the girls started to swoon, I stepped out of the picture. " I guess," I said, nervous about telling him the truth."I guess I just felt like I wasn't growing up...like I wasn't developing enough and I was no longer good enough for you."

I looked down, as tears started to pool in the corners of my eyes. I didn't want him to see my shame. He was undaunted, however, and he use his thumbs to wipe away the tears before they fell. I looked back up, and tears were starting to pool in his eyes.

" I never felt that way, Jamie. I just thought you didn't want to hang out with me anymore. I am so sorry if I ever made you feel like you aren't good enough for me. That is so far from the truth. If anything, I'm not good enough for you.

Jamie grinned, and Ben smiled back. "Okay Jamie. Your turn."

I was ready for this, as I was very curious about one thing he had said earlier. "Why did the guys on your team give you a hard time about your interest in me?"

When he started to chew on his lower lip, though, I knew I was not prepared to hear what he was about to say.

[SAMaster]

Can't wait to see where this is going. Very nice writing style.

[man40mx]

great story, i love it

[MasterMichaelNY]

Over at the sister site Kink Talk, and also at Fet Life, there are plenty of writing groups so you can get positive and helpful feedback. One thing, if you want to do this professional, you have to write in a style, that another woman can slide into the mind set of your protagonist, that why you keep away from psychical describing the main person, because women come in different shapes and sizes, and they find it hard to slide into a character that doesn't match there body type.

[tomturk18]

Originally Posted by MasterMichaelNY

Over at the sister site Kink Talk, and also at Fet Life, there are plenty of writing groups so you can get positive and helpful feedback. One thing, if you want to do this professional, you have to write in a style, that another woman can slide into the mind set of your protagonist, that why you keep away from psychical describing the main person, because women come in different shapes and sizes, and they find it hard to slide into a character that doesn't match there body type.

Thanks for the thoughts. In general, though, do you like my writing? Is there a reason why you mention doing this professionally?

[tomturk18]

"Are you up for a truth?" Ben asked. He obviously had something specific on his mind that he wanted to ask before we went any farther.

I nodded. I was happy to talk to him about almost anything, and the moments we had shared up to that point made made me feel so close to him -- almost like he was my boyfriend or something.

"How do you really feel about the size of your, uh, breasts?"

I should have known this was coming. But, strangely, I wasn't at all embarrassed to talk to him about them.

"Honestly, if it wasn't for the ridicule from the girls -- and the lack of attention from the boys -- I'd be happy with them. They don't jiggle all that much when I run, their weight doesn't hurt my back, and I can get away without wearing a bra if I want." I sighed involuntarily. "But the positives aren't enough to overshadow the crap I receive."

Though I tried to squeeze my eyes shut in time, I was too late to prevent a single tear from trickling down my cheek.

Before I knew what was happening, Ben kissed away the tear. "Unfortunately, I know the feeling," he said as if he actually did. "I'm glad I don't have a Polish sausage hanging between my legs and bouncing when I run, the laughs I've heard in the gym shower crush me! Thank God they haven't told any of the girls!"

I leaned over and kissed his cheek -- the first time I had ever kissed a guy -- and he turned his head. Our lips met, and my whole body tingled. I reached my left hand to embrace him, but I accidentally brushed against his hardening four inches. "Oh, sorry!" I said, blushing and pulling away. The grin on his beautiful face, however, told me he was more than a little okay with it.

[tomturk18]

"Your choice," I said, anxious to hear what Ben -- still looking great in his plaid boxers, which still revealed a large portion of his toned and nearly hairless legs -- would decide. I was ready for either option.

He leaned toward my as he spoke, his soft lips enticing me with every word. "Truth," he said. This surprised me, as I assumed he'd hope for a dare involving me touching him. However, I was prepared.

"Do you..." Nerves set in before I could continue. But when he promised that I could ask him anything, I smiled and continued. "Do you ever jerk off?"

The grin on his face immediately vanished, and he awkwardly slid backward. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

He shook his head. "No, it's okay. Just a little embarrassing, you know?" I nodded. Although I had never fully orgasmed, I must admit that I had at times massaged the inside folds of my vagina. And it most definitely felt good.

He looked straight into my eyes with his gorgeous brown eyes and said, "Yes."

I felt compelled to hold him, to alleviate his fear, his embarrassment. "It's okay," I said. "As far as I know most guys do it."

He leaned his head on my lightly clothed chest, and I felt me heart beat against him. I liked it.

Then a thought popped into my mind, though I wasn't sure I wanted to know -- or if he would tell me. "Do you think about anybody in particular when you do it?"

He pulled his head up and looked at me. "I've pictured a few different girls before, even a few actresses." He paused and I nodded, not at all surprised. But what he said next shocked me. "Lately the only one I've thought about is you." I could tell by his look that he was sincere. "And," he added while glancing down, "my mind's image of your beautiful breasts."

I flushed, but I maintained enough composure to give him a long kiss on his supple lips. He returned the favor. Perhaps before the night was over he could see whether his image matched reality.