The Free Use Text

Part 1

Tommy

Tommy waited a moment at her door. He shouldn't seem out of breath. It shouldn't appear that he'd run here. He shouldn't seem over keen. Just cazh dropping by. You know.

He rang the bell and waited.

The door opened and there she was, standing there proudly. White unbuttoned men's dress shirt and brief lacy briefs.

The door shut, then reopened a little. She stuck her head around it. "Hey, sorry, I was expecting Jay."

A thought niggled at his brain.

"You sent me a text."

"Oh, yeah, about the essay. But that can wait 'til Monday."

"No. Err, this one." He showed her the phone.

"Oh My G--. I meant this for Jay. Wow. Sorry you got this. This is so embarrassing."

"Yeah. Well, that makes sense."

"Thanks for coming and telling me."

"Yeah. Well, you're welcome.

"Wait on. You didn't think this was for you, did you?"

"Nah. Well, I guess."

"That's so cute."

"Ah."

"Sorry. That sounded crueler than I meant it to."

Tommy turned away. "Yeah. Well, um, bye," he mumbled.

"Tommy?" He looked back. She'd reopened the door, shirt still unbuttoned, the curves of both breasts on display.

"Yeah?"

She opened the top. And he saw a real life pair of breasts for the first time. And a friend pair. Her pair. Round and firm-looking. He felt his mouth hang open

"Well?" she asked.

"Wow," he said eloquently.

"How do they compare?" she said, closing her shirt and holding it closed so the breasts were completely gone from sight.

"To?"

"Other girls."

"I. Um. They're great."

"You have seen other breasts, right?"

"Of course."

"Not online."

"Um. Well. No."

She slowly opened her shirt again. Not with her arms spread wide like last time, but enough that when she let go, the shirt naturally fell to the sides leaving her breasts still entirely exposed. "Come inside," she said.

They sat on the couch facing each other. "A worthy first pair?"

"Um. Yeah."

"I guess you've never touched a pair before."

"Well, no."

"Not even though the shirt."

His voice cracked. "No."

"Do you want to?"

"..."

"What?"

"Sure," he gasped.

"OK." She waited. "I really mean it. Touch them."

He reached forward. His fingers gently contacting the top of her breasts, tracing their shape, one hand moving clockwise, one anticlockwise. Then his index fingers traced their way to her nipples, gently exploring their erected peaks.

"Oh," she gasped, and clenched his wrists, forcing his palms into her breasts. He gently squeezed, feeling them give slightly under his grasp.

He felt her hand on his now bulging penis in his jeans and gasped. This. Was. Really. Happening.

He squeezed harder as she worked at button and zip.

He felt her hand on him. The first hand not his own to...

"Oh."

"Sorry," he said.

"That's OK, we can..."

The doorbell rang.

"Shit. Jay. Come on." She rushed to the kitchen and began cleaning him off her arms. "Go out the back and sneak away. I promise, we'll finish this later this weekend. Free use, remember."

"Free use," he replied as headed for the back door.

• [Part 2] Kelly (1) (Coming Soon)