Boobs

You have no idea how exciting/terrifying/amazing it is to grow boobs….unless you’re my grandad of course, in which case he found growing his man boobs when he was in his 70s all rather bewildering I think. 

Take a look (carefully) at any teenage girl walking down a street and count the paces before she looks down at herself. That moment when our tiny little pin-point nipples become puffy is so exciting….not least because it comes with such enhanced sensation too…plus there’s the added mystery….the constant question of “How big will they get?”  (More on that later)

So, 12-13…..the puffy nipple stage started. Holy fuck… I was so excited…..especially when, behind the puffy nipple, real boobs started to form….proper, stand out, make-bumps-in-your-jumper boobs! And oh, they felt magnificent to touch, stroke, fondle…it felt like they both had a direct line to my clit, and that had a direct line to my ever increasingly wet hole. Wow! This was being a woman! And when my nipples started to have a life of their own….wow…just fucking…wow!

But then, at almost 14….they just….stopped. And now, at 22 I am as big as I was then. Tiny, but perfectly sculpted ‘titties’ as Emily calls them. 

But then there was ‘Big Tits”. Girls can be awfully cruel, and Samantha also started growing boobs along with the rest of us but while ours grew steadily, hers seemed to explode from her chest. At first, it was jealousy city, but by the time she was 15, she was immense, and her boobs looked saggy and were covered in stretch marks. She also started to have back problems. Suddenly having big boobs wasn’t such a good thing. 

But most of us hovered around a ‘b’ cup, with the occasional ‘c’ here and there, and then there were the late bloomers, and those who seemed to have stopped blooming. (Me!)….we called ourselves, rather unoriginally, the IBTC…the itty-bitty-titty-committee. 

Boys loved the bigger boobs, but they were missing out. I knew girls who hated having their bigger boobs groped and fondled, but not just because teenage boys are less than subtle. They didn’t seem to get much feeling from the experience..not even when they did it themselves. Amongst my peer group at any rate, there was no doubting the smaller boobs were the most sensitive. I wonder if it’s to do with having zero stretch marks? 

Either way, I was and remain really proud of my boobs. Yes, I do wish I was a ‘b’, and yes, I could be, given a little surgical intervention, but that’s not for me. Having boobs on the smaller side opens doors to a world of role play that simple wouldn’t be convincing if I was packing a pair of DDs. No pubes….small boobs? I can really do the age-play thing. Not only does Emily love that, so do I. In fact, I get a real blast out of it. The Lovely Chris does too…but he feels guilty about it. “I shouldn’t like this…but…I do.” he says when I’m pretending to be deliciously underage…for me….not necessarily for him. 

He would never, and I know this for a fact…ever try to seduce a real underage girl, but we all know that a touch of the forbidden now and then can be highly erotic. 

And speaking of role play…..The Lovely Chris had a real problem in being open and honest about role play desires….his role play desires, that is….actually, desires is the wrong word. It’s more…..hmmm….it’s more…oh damnit, let me think a moment…..ah,m yes…it’s more under the heading of ‘things he shouldn’t find stimulating, but does.’ Alison is into,role,play and would do anything he wants, but because he loves her to pieces he hasn’t yet opened up to her about some of his more deep and dark feelings. Like this one. 

“One day, I saw my sister in her bra and panties. I got a hard on and I…did something about it….I jacked off but i was thinking about what I saw.” Well, most 17 year olds would Jack off at the sight of a girl in bra and panties, but he said “No, it wasn’t just bra and panties…well..it was…but it was also that it was my sister in them.” Again, the forbidden fruit factor. The three fs. I pushed gently..had he ever used her panties? No! Definitely not! Would he like to use her panties? A less robust answer…”Well, I’ve thought about it but….no.” But you should have been on the receiving end when I told him to call me his sister’s name! we had a very pleasant couple of hours as brother and sister. 

I keep coming back to age play, and I know why. You see, the same hormones that trigger boob and pine development also trigger sexual feelings too. Tig went into great depth about this…..oestrogen, testosterone…pituitary glans, the effects on ovaries….you simply wouldn’t believe how much that girl knows….but since I and every other girl on the planet has gone through it, we all know how it feels once things start to happen. Scary? Yes, but the fear is around the dreaded unexpected period…..the rest of it feels rather…nice!

And, as I say, girls check themselves out as they walk. Proudly, sometimes wishfully, and then there’s me. I could, if I so desired, book a breast enhancement tomorrow. I could be, overnight, any size I wanted, and while yes, I do wish I’d made it to ‘B’ cup size, I wouldn’t change what I am, and I certainly wouldn’t do it under a surgeon’s knife. 

I will never know the feeling of holding my boobs together while a man tit fucks me..well…certainly not this side of child bearing anyway…afterwards who knows? (We talk about us having children eventually, and it isn’t anything we will rush into. Sometimes Em thinks she would like to carry a child through pregnancy, and other times she isn’t so sure. I know I want to have a baby one day, and there’s nothing to say we couldn’t/shouldn’t have one each, but the time isn’t right yet for either of us….still…I do wonder what size my post childbirth boobs will end up. Some of the girls I was at school with are mums now and they all talk about ‘Day 3’…waking up feeling like someone has filled their boobs with high pressure water. To quote one girl “Fuck me! I could barely move!” She also talked, as did they all, about ‘weird feelings’ as they were breast feeding. Sentences like “It shouldn’t feel sexy, but….” And “I get so wet when I feed her” one girl said “My husband sucks my tits and he can make me cum just by doing that!” (Lucky girl). 

Sometimes, I look at my boobs in the mirror…just my boobs. It would be impossible to guess my age from just my boobs. This morning, I took several from the neck down pictures of myself front on and profile. Again, impossible to guess the age, but I doubt anyone would say older than 14 maybe…probably less. 

But believe me, underneath is all woman…sexy, sexual, voracious woman. Imaginative, no-holds-barred, woman. I vow I will never go to my grave with the words “I wish I had….” On my lips. To me, as long as my partner is willing, there is nothing sexual I won’t try. If I like it, I’ll do it again. If I don’t, I won’t. Simple as that. I am delighted…hmmm…and honoured, when someone plucks up courage to ask me if I’ll do something for them sexually….maybe live out a fantasy, or engage in some act or something. I have done things that I can’t tell you about…ST has rules, after all….but I’ve done them willingly, and enjoyed them. 

I feel I’m learning constantly. Charlotte Gainsbourg taught me the delights of bondage and pain….real pain…a cheesey, low quality ‘sexy’ movie provoked my sister and I to masturbate together that first time which led to an exciting time and period of development for us both…and speaking of periods….I learned that that time of the month can be the most erotic,and sexually charged time of a girl’s cycle. It is also unspeakably beautiful to make love to a girl at that time…when she is at her most feminine and vulnerable. If a girl allows you too have her during her period, she trusts you more than mere words can say. 

So, all hail to tiny titties. God bless them, their owners, and everyone lucky enough to cop a feel.