Even though I myself am barely a B, I am a sucker for a big set of tits. If a busty woman is confident, likes to show them off, and, especially, makes jokes about their size, then I am melting chocolate in her hands.

It’s hilarious because my girlfriend of three years knows this about me even though she’s a very pleasant C cup.

Before I go any further, I want to say that I am not a body-shamer-size-queen. I like all different kinds of women.

That said, I wonder if tits were the reason I fell for Bianca so badly. Well, that, and my ADHD has been asking for some med-free vacation days so it can party down.

My girlfriend, Shayna, and I moved to Chicago for her work. She’s an IT specialist, genius person and at thirty, is five years older than me. I wasn’t sure about the move until I was sure we loved each other. And my mother was still ashamed that I came out and was living in the same town as her. I was more than willing to get a fresh start.

I think I’m a good actor. Fuck that, I know I’m a great actor. I’m 5’10”, broad-shouldered, long-legged, and hip-challenged. You already know about my boobs, but my best feature, hands-down, is my face. I’ve got the face of a model… and the body of an eighteen-year-old teenage boy. With a vagina and breasts.

In this play I was in, I would be an assassin plotting to take out a government official, who is disguising themselves as male in order to get into the politician’s inner circle.

I know, crazy, right?

Anyway, Bianca was the Assistant Director and Stage Manager: ADSM in theater slang. Low-key, no joke. She was doing all this as an internship for a legit degree. She was bubbly and goofy with a very nerdy attitude. The trouble was she was sexy AF: bobbed, blue-eyed and had a body that would not stop.

She arrived at a rehearsal halfway through the schedule as she was doing another show at her school. She walked in all dangerous 22, and cutely apologizing. I was glad to hear it was for being late, not for being sex-fuck distracting. And yes, she has big tits. Let’s just get them- sorry, it out there.

Javier, my very hetero-male scene partner, sat up a little taller when Bianca came in. I smiled as I had already done it myself. I don’t usually wear a bra on my B’s and I’m sure that my nipples were trying to tell her something. I was glad that during quick introductions from director Matt, she had smiled broadly and glanced down at my small chest…Twice. Glad and terrified.

May I just say to the universe, especially the lesbian part of it, that a woman in a tank top who lets her hoodie slide off, exposing shoulder flesh, warrants a “come on!”—every time!

She did that when she shook my hand. And basically burned the flesh off my palm with the amount of electricity that shot between us.

I really had to draw intense focus to get through that first rehearsal. When Matt called for a fifteen, (self-care break) because he himself had to make a phone call, I sat down right next to Bianca and started asking those early “whatchu about” questions. I struggled with not looking into her incredible cleavage, wanting to bury my face in there yet feeling guilty that I was so openly flirting, even though I had Shayna at home waiting for me.

I don’t want to lie and say I didn’t want this woman badly, but I wasn’t seeing this as dumping an older woman who had been with me for three years to be with this younger woman who I’ve only known for two hours.

I think I was just immediately in lust and wanted those boobs. I wanted them badly. Did I say that? And her lips. And her legs and her — fuck me! ADHD head shake needed.

A week later, I stood in our kitchen, just after feeding our cat. Technically, Josie is Shayna’s, but I was a good cat dad

My girl got home, her sweet, wonderful, energetic personality telling me the cutest story about a program she saved from complete collapse. Her curly red hair bounced as she put away some groceries. Animated hands flew about. She was the best.

Without saying anything, I stepped towards her, her head only coming up to my shoulders. I grabbed her and kissed her hard; harder and fiercer than I had in, fuck, a minute.

She pulled back with a look of pleasant surprise.

“What is this about, Allie?”

“I actually wanted you last night, but you were sleeping so soundly. And then you were gone by the time I got up this morning and I didn’t know if I should wait because-.”

She cut me off with a returned kiss. She was up on her tiptoes holding my head tightly. I loved when she did that. My hands reached down and groped her firm little ass. Petite women are so fucking sexy.

“OK. Well, you have me now. I’m assuming we’re not having food for dinner?”

“Nope. Taco Tuesday.”

She let out a huge disgusted noise and swatted me in the stomach. She hated the crude joke, but I thought it was hilarious.

We’ve been together for long enough that removing each other’s clothing is as engaging as it is a familiar promise. We were naked with her on top of me in less than 90. She ground her wetness against my thigh; LOVED that. I had a hold of her left breast with my right hand and was encouraging her grind with my other hand flat against the most marvelous smallness on the back of a woman ever created.

We were kissing and moaning when I had something punch me in the psych-gut and I froze.

This horny wasn’t about my girlfriend, my partner, the love of my life. This intense, passionate horny was caused by Bianca. And I had to be honest about it.

“Wh- what’s wrong, babe? You look like you just woke up from a coma or…you’ve got a confession to make.”

Did I tell you she’s the smartest woman on the planet? And a goof.

“Those are the choices you came up with?”

She put her chin in her hand and her elbow in my sternum and raised an eyebrow.

“I looked at someone else— I mean, I have been around someone else, I mean, fuck, I’m not saying this right at all. It’s the new ADSM. She just started?”

“Bianca?”

“Yes! Yes, her, yes, and she’s..."

“‘Nerdy as fuck hot,’ I believe you said that first night. Sooo, what, she got you all horny and you’re trying to scratch the itch she created?”

I collapsed my arms over my face in total disgust with myself. “I am so sorry,“ I mumbled through my arms.

Then the woman I love did the strangest thing. She laughed. Not just a little, but a huge, boiling laugh that came up from her hips that were still against my thigh and erupted out of the sexiest mouth I’d ever known.

“What the fuck?” I said, directly implying I thought she lost her mind.

“You are the sweetest thing I’ve ever known. You are turned on by another woman and you feel guilty just for that? Oh baby, if I felt guilty every time that happened, I’d probably never feel good about myself. So, she’s sexy. That’s fabulous. Have a look, have a fantasy, maybe even have a light sexy touch. But if there’s anything else, then you better confess. Am I clear?”

I hesitated, my arms lowering. I’m sure my face looked like a ghost. I honestly didn’t know how to respond.

”Allie?”

“Yes, yes, of course, ‘n’ I would never, ever, you know that, right?”

“Oh baby, don’t say never.”

I was about to respond to that when I decided a simple nod would be better.

“So, you wanna keep going and have a good fuck while you think about your hot blonde friend with the big boobs?”

The landmines were everywhere, with big red arrows pointing at them like I was in the middle of a video game. I had no idea how to respond to that.

“I have no idea how to respond to that.”

Then Shayna did something I never expected to come from her.

“Tell me more about her.” She ran her left hand up my inner thigh and across my belly. “Tell me why you think she’s sexy.” It landed on my right breast and squeezed. “Tell me why she turns you on.” She then bent down and took my left nipple in her mouth, and I nearly fainted from the rush of everything. So many emotions were banging around in my head like bees that started a mosh pit.

“Tell meee…” she moaned as she traced kisses down my body. Her wet wonder-puss was moving down my leg, but still grinding. She was serious. Licking-out-my-navel-which-I-love serious.

“Sh…she has big boobs. Beautiful sloping breasts. I want to bury my face in them— holy fuck, Shayna! Oh my gahd, baby.” Her mouth had moved down, and she was exactly where we both needed her to be.

For the next 26 minutes, I talked all about the hot blonde with the nerdy glasses and haircut. I orgasmed twice, describing eating her pussy, chewing her ass, and especially nursing on those incredible breasts.

Shayna went off same as I did just from the dirty talk about another woman. We kissed ferociously; we scissored until our hips were need-PT-sore. She rode my face with such intensity that I thought the pillow behind my head might explode from the pressure.

We lay in a sticky cuddle, trying to catch our breath and reestablish some sense of monogamous reality.

It was my beautiful partner who broke the silence.

“I think we should have her over. For dinner.” She paused a weighty pause. “And a fuck.”

I honestly did not know how to respond this time, even more than I didn’t know before, which I really didn’t know back then, so this was exceptionally confusing.

My ADHD was renting a jet ski.

***

I was not good at the next rehearsal and Matt, the director, knew something was going on and stopped and chatted with me for a moment. Unfortunately, Javier, my co-actor and Bianca were within proximity to hear every word.

I opted for the generic, “Just personal stuff. Sorry to let it interrupt.”

Matt was kind. Of course, Matt was always kind.

“Why don’t we take fifteen and see where we are.”

I nodded, grabbed my phone and headed for the bathroom down the hallway. It was three stalls, no gender, so while I sat doing nothing but staring at my phone, I listened to Javi take a piss in the bowl next to me. That loud manly sound had never bothered me before, but tonight it was leaf-blower irritating.

He washed his hands and stepped out. I leaned back and let out a long breath. I was just about to text Shayna that I was losing the courage when the door opened, and Bianca slipped into the stall next to me. I knew it was her from the sounds of her shoes and the fact that she unzipped, pulled down, and sat. When women pee, there’s no other sound like it.

I froze as if my silence might make her go away.

My needy pussy fluttered and let out a drop. Stupid bitch.

“Do you want to talk about it?” It was quiet and sweet and sincere and toilet-stall-resonant. And certainly not out of the ordinary. Women talk in the bathroom all the time, especially if one of them needs an emergency tampon or a condom; not that I’d have one, but I’ve been asked.

“Um…yeah, sure…I guess?”

She let out a soft laugh. I did sound like an idiot, so it must’ve been pretty funny.

“You guess? Is it about your girlfriend? Are things bad or something?”

“Quite the opposite.” I flushed and stood. I made the bold move of knocking on her stall door but she had already opened it! And she was still sitting, her sweet pink panties pooled in her lavender jeans. I could see her pussy, and it was quite sweet. A wad of toilet paper sat ready in her hand. Was this a come-on?

“OK. So then what is it about?” She wiped, stood and flushed. She pulled up her underwear and jeans with her back to me. Was it on purpose? I mean, what the fuck? I was the one watching but she let me watch the sexiest thing I’ve seen her do yet. She even had a perfect ass, of course.

“Fuck, I’m just gonna say this. I don’t know how else to do it. I think you’re incredibly hot. I think you’re funny as fuck, I liked you the minute I first saw you. Your tits are to die for, and I’ve just seen that you have an ass that doesn’t quit, and I’m sexually attracted to you like full-on, terribly, like so much that it interrupted sex with my girlfriend two nights ago. So much that I can’t stop thinking about you, and worst of all, she wants to meet - no, she doesn’t just want to meet you; she wants to have you over for dinner, and she doesn’t just want to have you over for dinner; she wants to have you in our bed. She wants a threesome. The very first one we’ve ever had in our entire relationship, and I don’t know how to ask you because I’m kind of freaking out about all this.”

Bianca just stood there. Her eyes were wide and her chest seemed to be breathing a little faster. Fuck! Those TITS. This is all their fault.

“Um…I need to wash my…”

I stepped out of the way, my body shaking with embarrassment.

“I’m sorry if that was too much too fast. I don’t know what came over me. Fuck, I don’t know what came over Shayna. She’s never ever said anything like this.”

Bianca dried her hands and turned back to me, those incredible nipples pointed at my heart.

“Yes, I would love to. When?”

Speaking of my heart, it jumped out of my chest, danced around the filthy bathroom floor, fainted, waved its hand in front of it itself to cool down, then climbed back into my chest, but in a completely different position.

“You... what?”

“I would love to. I’m totally flattered, and to be honest, I was very bummed when I found out you had a partner. Because I think you are amazing and I very much want to kiss you right now.”

She moved towards me so fast I had no time to prepare. Her hands went to my shoulders, and her mouth drove towards mine like an out-of-control truck on the highway. But my body instinctually reacted. I hadn’t kissed another woman, other than Shayna, in years.

I reached up and grabbed her hands and held her there for a moment. Bianca looked shocked and confused. Why the fuck shouldn’t she be?

“Wait! Wait…I promised her I wouldn’t do anything until she was there and I have to keep that promise and do you have any food allergies?”

We agreed that it would be tomorrow night, Friday; we had no rehearsal.

I sent an affirmative to my girlfriend— a GIF of a cartoon cat fainting.

She returned it with two cartoon cats dancing.

We work.

***

I was a mess of nerves in a pretty sharp outfit of a vest, shirt and tie, and my favorite suit trousers. My girlfriend was worse. She was wearing green, her best color, but it was one of her shorter dresses and I had a hard time not grabbing her ass and trying to make sure that the salad was mixed properly because we didn’t have enough of those candles for the table that we wanted.

Our door buzzer went off and both of us yelped in surprise. We had a moment where we looked at each other and laughed. It helped a lot.

Shayna raised that eyebrow and took my hand and nodded towards the door.

“Let’s do this.”

We went together.

My “You look so...“ overlapped her “I love you.”

I buzzed Bianca in and opened the door to hear her heels coming up the stairs. Oh fuck, she wore heels? Would we even make it to the tiki masala that my girlfriend had spent two hours working?

“Hey!” I said way too loudly.

“Hey back. Here’s wine. I don’t know what I’m doing, but the guy at the store said it was good for dinner with lesbians.”

I took the bottle and laughed, looking at it as if that would be the name of the vineyard.

There was an awkward three seconds, then my girlfriend slapped me on the shoulder. “Get out of the way, so our guest can come in, ya total goon.”

Shayna’s eyes had lit up like a kid meeting Santa. Bianca was in an incredible girly pink tight dress. It had a frilly skirt and a fabulous bodice that showed off the aforementioned and often praised bosom.

“Hey, Shayna. I’m Bianca. Thanks for having me.” Innuendo gave my heart a Red Bull. Bianca held out her hand in a super cute, polite gesture. Being the goofiest one in the room, I took Shayna’s hand and attached it to our guest. That silly gesture shook my girlfriend back to reality and away from Bianca’s incredible body.

“Fuck, you must think I’m a complete idiot. I’m sorry I’m staring, but Allie was right: you are really… beautiful. Come on in. I hope you’re not allergic to cats.”

Dinner was incredible. The wine was perfect for lesbians. The salad survived my idiocy, and Josie came out to say hello by rubbing against Bianca’s incredible calves. Was there anything not sexy on this woman?

We shared about our past lives in the theater. We talked about how we met at a friend’s costume party. I was Jack Skellington; she was a... wait for it... sexy cat.

Bianca talked about her boyfriend back in the suburbs. We were both quite surprised by this revelation.

“He knows that I am bisexual. In fact, it turns him on ‘cause, you know, he’s a guy.”

I nodded. “Men like women kissing.”

We all had a sisterly eye roll over that.

Bianca said one of the most ridiculously classic lines ever. “Can I use the bathroom to powder my nose, as they say?”

I nearly stumbled, trying to show her where it was, ten feet away… I even opened the door for her. What the fuck was wrong with me?

Bianca hesitated for a moment and took Shayna by the hand. “If Allie was telling me everything and you would be into us having some fun tonight, would you do me the honor of kissing me?”

What the fuck? My girlfriend would get the first kiss from my blonde, busty crush-goddess?

There were no other words, just loud, beautiful lesbian lip lock. I found myself undoing my vest and loosening my tie.

A few minutes later, we were racing to clean up dinner when Bianca came back into the room.

She walked up to me with something in her hand. She took mine and placed a very moist pair of lacy white panties in my palm. The kind you only wear for special occasions, but they rarely stay on for very long, so what’s the point in spending 50 bucks on them in the first place?

“Where’s the bed?”

If we had raced to strip on Tuesday, this strip may have left skid marks in the hallway.

I don’t know if everyone has experienced a three-way kiss session, but there’s no way to be prepared for it. It’s awkward and sexy and beautiful and crazy and ridiculously challenging when you are nearly a foot taller than the other two parties.

I guess I was more like a guy than I ever thought because watching the two of them make out and strip each other was really fucking melty.

One pink dress and one green dress were wrestling around on the floor trying to get free of four shoes.

I was already topless, undoing my trousers, when the two of them stopped and, without saying a word, pulled me in, latching onto each one of my breasts. As if they had practiced it, they worked my pants down to my ankles. Of course I wasn’t wearing underwear. I rarely do. My girlfriend’s attention remained on my ass, but big, bold Bianca slid her hand up my thigh and cupped my bush, allowing her middle finger to spread my swelling lips.

Four incredible lips popped off my nipples, leaving them longer than they’ve been in 25 years. “You don’t shave! That’s hot!” She fell to her knees, and I nearly collapsed. But before she could get her mouth anywhere near my politely trimmed pubic forest, Shayna pushed me, and I fell back onto the bed.

“Yes, please!” Bianca said as my girlfriend kissed her once more, this time freeing her of her substantial white bra.

Now, this was not the plan. Shayna and I had talked repeatedly about how I would be the first to have Bianca. That might still happen, but for now, the Stage Manager was in charge and was giving direction.

“Open up, baby.”

My knees listened. My heart was sitting on the dresser sipping lemonade and eating popcorn.

Bianca was soon gasping as my redhead lover had dropped behind her and was working some type of oral magic on her from behind.

Just as Bianca was about to run her sexy tongue up my ever-widening labia, she tilted her head back and moaned towards the ceiling.

“Hey, cat lady! You wanna hold off on that until our guest has had some dessert?”

All I could see was the top of her head and her beautiful red curls. That fucking eyebrow shooting up again.

“Nope,” Shayna replied.

Bianca‘s giggling mouth took me wide, long, and wet. I pushed my hips up off the bed, trying to get more pressure. Her beautiful fingers gripped my thighs and held me in place. Too bad she had a boyfriend because this woman could eat pussy like a pro. Not a prostitute, I mean, although I suppose they do a great job; I just have no way of knowing, and I suppose I never would find out not that I needed to find out, because I had these amazing lovers.

My orgasm was imminent. I reached down and grabbed Bianca, gently gripping some of her hair. I tilted her this way and that as she worked tongue, teeth, and lips like she was trying to win a competition. It was thorough and beautifully done. It was wet and loud and wonderful. And I cried out her name to our ceiling, which up to this point had only heard mine and my girlfriend’s. Holy fuck, I was having a threesome, and it was incredible.

Bianca pulled up for a second and tilted her head. Apparently the redhead in her ass was doing something amazing with her fingers.

“Fuck yes, right there— oh my goodness, yes! That’s the—you can use three if— I can take moOOOre! Oh yes yes yes!”

I watched that blonde have an orgasm while she was between my legs. I didn’t care that she had paused bringing me to mine. Her breasts expanded from being pushed against the mattress. Her face was scrunched. You know, not everybody looks sexy when they cum. Some of us look pretty goofy, I say as I point a finger at my own face. But this woman looked like she was born to have sex. I guess we all are, aren’t we, but I think you get my meaning.

Rather than take her out of the game, it spurred her on to go back to me and give me what I was craving. My girlfriend was kissing up Bianca's back. I decided to make room for everybody by pulling my body up the bed. Bianca caught on and crawled after me, never more than two centimeters away from my soaking, nearly orgasmic vulva.

A now naked, redheaded girlfriend was next to me, kissing me. Again, how crazy that my first taste of Bianca‘s pussy was off my girlfriend's pink, shiny mouth. And cheeks. And chin.

Bianca slipped two fingers inside of me and gave a swirl. My orgasm jumped in a race car and hit the accelerator.

Bianca turned her fingers and began rubbing against my G spot. But in a way that no one had ever done. It was circular with varied pressure that was incredibly difficult to describe. But not at all difficult to enjoy. My orgasm took the first turn and exploded with speed and handling that was sexy dangerous. I shook. I shivered. My legs clenched; my body broke out in sweat, and my usually loud sex voice disappeared down my throat to look for my heart. Which had now ordered a pizza.

I was not given any time to recover. Bianca was laying on top of me, kissing me, sucking my tongue, pushing those phenomenal breasts into my own. Her very wet, what I imagined to be perfectly crafted pussy was spreading copious amounts of arousal on my lower abdomen.

I grabbed a hold of her incredible ass and scratched all around her back. I turned to my left and flipped us over. We hadn’t stopped kissing, but for fucks sake, I needed those tits. I had to have those tits. My mouth detached from hers and went south to one of those fucking—“Mnpphh!”

Nipples don’t really have flavor. Hell, skin doesn’t really unless you’re sweating or have perfume or some type of cheap cherry-flavored lubricant that gets spilled onto your girlfriend's leg when you’re trying something different with a sex toy you thought looked cool in the store, but really didn’t do anything for you.

But of course, I felt that Bianca’s pinky-sized, deluxe breast caps tasted like strawberries. With a touch of whipped cream. She moaned when I pulled. She shifted when I bit. My other hand squeezed. My legs were intertwined with hers, and I was grinding my thigh against her wetness. It was then that I realized that my girlfriend had left the bed. But I didn’t stop to look for her. No fucking way. I had another boob mountain to conquer.

I heard a familiar buzzing and realized where she had gone: the famous bottom drawer. What happened next was also unprecedented. But it could be one of the most remarkable experiences I’ve ever had.

Bianca moved down a bit at Shayna’s encouragement. Soon our pussies were right near each other. We naturally ground our clitorises and attempted stimulation. But Shayna had that covered. Our wand nestled between us, and she turned it up to mid-level. My new blonde lover and I both screamed, “Fuck!” at the same time.

I didn’t know if I could take it. I didn’t know if I was ready for this kind of orgasm. But I did know I wasn’t going to move an inch. My hands were still up and down her body. I was still trying to work those incredible nipples. But I was ready. I just didn’t know what I was ready for.

Wand-created orgasms have a very different feel for me. I’ve talked to other lesbian and straight friends about this, and they all agree. When it’s a mouth or fingers, it builds and is manipulated. When it’s a buzzing toy, it gets onto the escalator and doesn’t stop until it reaches the second level of the mall, where that cool goth T-shirt place is, where the funky girl with the pierced nose works.

What? Escalators are sexy.

Bianca’s eyes went wild as mine. We both held our breath and crashed at the same time. Simultaneous orgasms are really difficult, but when you’re in the moment and they happen, they are glorious.

What was also glorious is that this perfect blonde sex monkey was a squirter. It was hot and thick and only made me come harder with a second immediate release.

Our manipulator removed the toy and set it aside. I lay on top of this sexual gift and tried to catch my breath. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me tight.

“I think... that was the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had.”

I nodded in brain-mush agreement, words still lost to my… huh…

The magical Shayna was now close to us. “Don’t worry, we won’t tell your boyfriend.”

She took all of Bianca‘s left breast and began kissing and licking. She gently pushed my head towards the right one as if I needed encouragement. We sucked and sucked and licked and kissed. Three bodies rising together on a queen-size bed in an apartment in Chicago.

Tomorrow might be a great day, but this was the best night of my fucking life. And in my life of fucking.

“Baby,” I said to my girlfriend, as I kissed her deeply. “It’s your turn. Right Bee? Okay I call you Bee?”

“Fuck yes!” they both responded to their questions.

Together, we laid my girlfriend on the bed, pulling her into a wide-open X. Bianca climbed on top in the same position. I grabbed the wand and was ready to do the same thing to them with hopefully a similar result. But first I had to taste this pussy. If I didn’t have it, I might not be able to get through tomorrow.

Besides, my ADHD was trying to figure out how I was going to connect that freckle next to her left ass cheek to the other one on her upper thigh. It was driving me crazy.

“Hey, ya goon! It’s not science. It’s a cunt. Now get in there!”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, as I did, and began licking and sucking and eating this perfect specimen of a woman. I even took her perfectly pink (no surprise) star with my tongue. All the while, my redheaded girlfriend ground her own deliciousness all over my chin. What the fuck was happening? I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. My heart was now at a rave with two shots of some strange green liquid down her throat and maracas in her pants.

Now, I’ve been with a few women. My current girlfriend for quite a while. I’ve had a lot of sex, and eaten a lot of pussy. I’ve made love to women and fucked them. I have been bathed, and soaked, and nearly burned by the heat of really great sapphic sex.

But this vulva?

This soaking vagina?

Chef’s kiss!

She called my name, and I slurped an answer back. My mouth was busy.

I then finally remembered I had a wand in my hand. My mouth detached and the wand pushed in. I grabbed Bee’s perfect ass and pushed down and turned the switch to medium. Both of these lovers in front of me shook and spasmed. Their voices moved in and out of comprehension, and I realized they were making out as best they possibly could between groans and shouts.

The orgasms weren’t timed together, but then again, they were multiple.

What was crazy was I had one of my own. I realized that my hand had slipped between my legs and my very swollen, post-workout womanhood was in need of another couple of laps around the racetrack.

My ADHD was passed out and was spooning my heart in the backseat of an Uber.

After a few moments, the three of us arranged ourselves side-by-side with cuddles and soft kisses.

I tried to be romantic. “How big are your boobs?” was all that came out.

Shayna scoffed and softly giggled.

“Double D,” Bianca whispered.

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