I don’t eventryto say anything at this.
I know I wouldn’t be able to.
“And the best thing,” he dips his voice and leans in, “I could see her tits.”
“What?” I squeak.
“Yeah, she wasn’t wearing a bra, see. So I could see her perky fucking tits. All round and heavy and so fucking plump. Kinda like her mouth. You know, ripe and juicy. Fruity. Something you could sink your teeth in and justsuck.”
His ‘suck’ hits me in my chest, in my own breasts, and they grow heavier than before.
Heavier and fuller.
Swollen.
And I realize that I should never have asked him this question.
I should’ve let him leave.
Because I don’t want to hear any more. I don’t want to hear him talk about this wild girl he met in the woods one night.
Whose skin was made of moondust and whose lips reminded him of juicy fruits.
“Her nipples too, by the way,” he goes on though, oblivious to the turmoil inside of me, “I could see them as well. The size of a quarter and so fucking hard. Like bullets. Just pink and rosy. Slightly darker than the dress she had on. Made me wonder how much harder they’d get, if I sucked on them. Much,muchharder I bet. Much darker too, than the threadbare pink sleep shirt she was wearing.” Then, “But I didn’t want to scare her. She looked like she’d never had her nipples sucked before.”
I’m breathing harder. A lot harder than before.
I’m also slightly dizzy.
Not to mention, my body is buzzing. My body is… singing.
That’s the only word for it.
My belly is all tremble-y and my breasts are so heavy. So achingly andpainfullyheavy.
But that’s nothing in the face of how achy and painful my nipples are. They’re so hard that theyburnwith the pain. They’re punching holes through my threadbare pink sleep shirt. They…
What?
Wait a second. Justwait.
Did he say threadbare pink sleep shirt?
He did, didn’t he?
He…
My eyes go wide and a gasp escapes me.
He noticed. He freakingnoticed.
Not to mention, he was lying, wasn’t he?
“Y-you were… lying,” I say my thoughts out loud.
His growl of assent is his only response and I snatch my hands back, ready to fold my arms across my chest and cover myself up, ready to push him away even.
But he doesn’t let me.