Date: Sun, 22 Dec 2019 20:25:22 -0800 From: Michael Martin Subject: My Breast Friend This is part of a larger story I have been posting on StoriesOnline called "Dire Wolf and Fang". In the story, a young woman destined to become a superhero is retelling her life's story, and remembers an encounter she had when she attended a school for the blind. The story is indeed included, and later on she discovered Nifty.Org, and mentions that she had once written the story, but never posted it because in essence she thought it was "too vanilla". But I felt that I should indeed write this, and make it a meta-story. A story within a story, as if she actually had posted it to here. Reading the rest of the series is in no way required, this is a stand-alone story exactly as it sits. And no, there will be no sequels. This is a one-time event in her life. But if the need arises I may use this meta-story concept again, and post it here if appropriate. My Best Friend As written by Dianne Wong I still remember that day very clearly. It was my 4th year at the School for the Blind. I had been injured in a car accident at the age of 10, and in the accident glass and other debris went into my eyes and left me completely blind. And just before I turned 12 my parents sent me to a special school so I could learn how to live with my new limitations. Now the next 2 years were mostly spent in learning how to live in a world made for those that were sighted. How to read again, how to handle money, how to take a bus, and a great many other things. And since most of us lived on the grounds, they had entertainment most evenings. On Friday nights it was a dance for everybody 14 and older. And yes, blind people do dance. Most times, it is like anybody else. With a sighted partner to help guide us so we do not crash into others. But when everybody is blind, it is more slow dances with the couples holding each other and moving in imaginary 3 foot by 3 foot boxes. Very "retro", and actually enjoyable. For several weeks I had been dancing with Ferd, a guy I kinda liked. We would dance every night, and after he walked me back to my dorm we would kiss at the end of the night, but that is about it. We had been doing this for a few months, and even though he tried to grope my titties and ass, I never let him. His hand would move up to where he could feel a little side boob, and I would move it back to my waist. Or it would move to squeeze my ass, and I would move his hand back to my hip. Then one Saturday I was getting breakfast in the cafeteria, and I heard him talking with Tom, another guy I had danced with a few times. But I did it as a favor to Ferd, and did not like it because Tom tried to feel me up every time. "Tom, I tell you they are awesome! They were huge, the size of cantaloupes, and so soft my fingers sank into them! She was begging me to suck on them, she wanted it so badly! But I was afraid of us getting caught as we had been there long enough to jack me off so I told her next time. But she is wanting it, and wanting it bad!" Now this was all a lie, he had been trying to grab my tits for weeks and I kept pushing him away. He was actually lying about what he did with me to his friend! And who knew how many others nearby! This is the last thing I needed, having it spread that I was easy! The guys would never leave me be after this, and all the girls would think I was a slut. So I moved up behind him and challenged him, asking if he was talking about me. He tried to deny it, then I asked if any girls were close enough to overhear them. And Hillary stood up and said she had been listening, and that they were indeed talking about me. Oh, what a relief! I barely knew Hill, other than she was a year behind me. "Hill, he said my tits were like cantaloupes, right? Here, give me your hand." I then took her hand and guided it right to my tit. Now cantaloupes is not even close! I am Chinese, and "Large Lemons" is actually a more accurate fruit description. And hard, not soft enough for fingers to sink into. I had just moved from a 30AA to a 30A after all. She groped my titties, and squeezed them a bit more. "Sorry guys, but Dale just put my hands on her boobies. They are not even close to cantaloupes, not even grapefruits. Smaller than oranges even. And not soft and squishy at all, but really firm." By this time she was pinching my nipple, and sending lovely pulses down between my breasts and my pussy. I asked if any other girls could offer their opinion so there would not be just one. Hill let my boob go and Candy, my roommate took her place, and she started playing with my breast also. While more business like than Hill, she gave it several nice squeezes, and affirmed it was also small and hard, not big and soft. Then Tracy, a 7th grader came up and did the same thing. Her small hand felt really nice, especially since my boob is small. And she also said it was small and hard. Well, Candy and Hill and I left the cafeteria giggling, as everybody was taunting Ferd, for obviously making up such obvious lies about me. We hung out for a while, and after lunch Candy had to go off to a weekend club she was a member of, and Hill and I went to her room. We laughed and joked, and I had told her how his kissing made me feel, and how wet I would get afterwards. She mentioned how mine had felt like hers did a few years before, but they were nothing like that now. I asked her how big they were, expecting her to describe them. Instead, she took my hand in hers and moved it to her breast! It was huge! Easily the size of a cantaloupe as Ferd had described, it was big, and firm yet soft. My fingers sank into her flesh as I instinctively squeezed, and I could even feel her nipple poke into my palm. After a minute or so I felt her hand on my breast again, squeezing it and holding the entire boob easily in her hand. And after a few minutes I felt her other hand move up to my neck, and pull me into a kiss. It started tenderly, as those I had exchanged with Ferd in the past. Then it got hotter, as her tongue entered my mouth and mine entered hers in return. We had been sitting on her bed up until now, but slowly we sank down onto our sides, still kissing and caressing each other. We spent what seemed like an hour on her bed, kissing and feeling each other's boobs. And even through her bra, it felt amazing! Just as her breast was large in her hand, her nipple felt equally as impressive. It was like a grape under my exploring hand and fingers, hard and firm under her bra. Meanwhile my much smaller one probably felt like a pea. Finally we broke apart, and we were breathing hard. She said she had never done anything like that before, and I honestly said that I had not either. And I said she was lucky she had not been the one with Ferd, as either his description would have been right, or he would have described them as being the size of watermelons. We finally kissed goodbye and I returned to my room, feeling how wet my panties were. That night in my room I crawled into my bath and let the water coming from the faucet bring me to 2 orgasms before I could finally go to sleep. Well, the next week I was again in her room, and we were soon repeating the week before. We laid on our sides, groping each other's breasts and kissing each other. We were each paying special attention to our nipples, caressing and pinching and playing with them. The entire time kissing deeply, even starting to lick and suck on each other's tongue as we teased each other higher and higher. And each time I would return to my room and spend some time in the bath masturbating with the faucet sending water against my clit and pussy. After all I never knew when my roomie would return, and the last thing I needed was for her to come in and tell I had been masturbating in our room. A month later when we were doing it we were on our sides, and I realized our hips and thighs were touching, and I pressed against her. We were both in jeans, and I felt a quiver from my pussy as I realized my own pussy was pressing against hers. And we slowly rocked together as we kissed and played with each other's breasts. I know I was getting close when we her roomie came in and we rolled apart. We then had to pretend we were only talking as the three of us talked about our classes next week. It is a good thing that she could not see us, or I am sure our hard nipples and flushed faces would have given us away for sure! I masturbated to 3 orgasms that night. And for a year we continued just like that. We both agreed we were NOT lesbians, but we loved our kissing and playing with each other's breasts. About once a week we would get together if we thought we had an hour alone in her room or mine and spend it kissing and feeling our breasts. I became very familiar with how her breasts and nipples felt in my hands, and she was even able to tell when my breasts had grown over that time, becoming a nice B cup and my nipples growing to about the size of a peanut. Then I was 18, and it was time for me to leave the School for the Blind and head home. It was sad, and I would have to not only leave my friends, but my special friend Hillary. During my last week I went to her room, and we were soon on her bed kissing and caressing each other's breasts. But after a few minutes she said she had to go pee and went to her bathroom. And when she returned we resumed kissing. She took my hand and pressed it to her breast. And I realized she had taken her bra off! I felt my panties get even wetter, as I felt only the thin cloth of her shirt between my hand and fingers and her breast and nipple. I caressed it, I squeezed it. I pulled lightly and felt how big and fat her nipple was under my fingers. I then reached behind myself and unhooked my bra and pushed it up my chest, then took her hand and let her feel what I was feeling. For over an hour I played with and teased her fat nipple, and she did the same with my much smaller one. Only the thin cloth between our exploring hands and breasts. My panties were soaking wet, and I pressed my hips tight against hers, grinding against each other. And although I wanted to, I was not able to achieve a release. But the feeling of her large fat nipple under my fingers on top of her large firm breast is forever etched in my mind. Many times I have relived the lovely evenings I shared with Hill, and she is who I will always consider my first love as well as my first lover.