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You are Octavia, and puberty hit you hard. You've heard other people complain about how shitty middle school was, and you always laugh, because they were never "the girl who got DDs in middle school." And you didn't stop growing when you got to high school either. No, it turns out, breast sizes go even bigger than 36DD. You wonder how many of your classmates know that. At least now that you're in senior year they've been around you long enough to get used to the size of your chest. Mostly. You still see the guys checking you out from time to time, not to mention asking you out.

Joke's on them, you're lesbian.

Girls sometimes check you out too, of course. Jealous, you suppose. And you have to say, seeing the envious looks in their faces is pretty satisfying. It almost makes up for the back pain. Almost.

You haven't had any of them ask you out, though there must be some you want to —who could resist?— But the joke's on them, you are a musician in the school orchestra, and you do not have time for dating anyone. No matter how hot she is.

You just spend your evenings doing the same thing you're doing right now: practicing your cello.

Then Vinyl bursts into your room. You ignore her and keep playing. It's not to snub her, you just know she's going to interrupt you soon, and you want to get in just a little more practice. She's your best friend, she understands that's all your doing. She certainly knows that you wouldn't put up with half the things she does from anyone else. Because she is, well, you're sure there's polite words, you just can't think of any right now. But if anyone else from school had suggested you make a porno with them on your eighteenth birthday, you would have slapped them. But Vinyl was Vinyl, so you just told her to fuck off instead.

So she comes in and you keep playing. Even when she starts taking her clothes off. This girl really liked to take her clothes off. It was partly a family thing, her folks were a bunch of nudists, but they all kept it at home. It was only Vinyl who regularly got naked in other places, like your house. You were used to it. Honestly, you two have been friends for years, even if she was normal you would have seen each other naked plenty of times just in changing rooms and such. What got you about her stripping— she is taking her bra off now, and shaking out her normally sized boobs— was that your clothes had a tendency to come off too when she was around. God help you if you wore a bikini around her.

Vinyl is down to her panties now. She sits on your bed and leans back, watching you. Fortunately she does have enough tact to let you finish this piece before sexually assaulting you.

Sure enough, as you draw toward the end, she gets up and saunters over to you, swaying her hips like the hussy she is. She comes up behind you, and you feel her reach around and unbutton your vest and slip it off your shoulders.

"Vinyl," you say, closing your eyes. You put your bow down as she starts to undo your blouse. You feel your bra straining to contain you now that it no longer has the extra fabric for reinforcement. Your boobs threaten to spill over the top. Not for long, though, because soon Vinyl's unhooked that too. It does feel nice to be free of all those clothes, and it feels nice when Vinyl pulls your top off completely and grabs your breasts. Her fingers sink into your flesh as she grips you into a hug from behind. You also feel her boobs squishing against your back. Her nipples are actually so hard you can feel them poking you.

Well, you're not going to make her wait any longer. Also you don't want to wait any longer either, but it's more fun not to let her know that. You stand up, and save her the trouble of taking your skirt and leggings off by doing it yourself. You lie down on your bed. It's nice to have these huge knockers free, but only as long as you don't have to move, or, God forbid, run. You feel them settle on top of you. Your left boob is slightly flatter than the right, from years of the neck of your cello pressing against it. You wonder sometimes what it is like to not be so constantly aware of your breasts. You've asked Vinyl, even though she has a pretty full chest herself, but unfortunately, describing what it's like to not feel something doesn't really go anywhere. Just about the only times you're not annoyed on some level with your "endowment" is when you're lost in music and the total concentration that it demands— there's those times, when you do manage to forget about them.

Then there's the other times, when you are very, very aware of them, but it's not a bad thing. This is one of those times, when they feeling they give you is more sex goddess than freak.

Vinyl bends over and starts sucking on your left nipple. The whole tit, really, but she focuses on the nipple. You moan and cross your arms under them, pushing them up in a huge swell. You can see now where Vinyl's saliva has wetly darkened your gray skin.

It's hot, and you love it, but a stray memory of health class comes along. You remember how glad you were that you were lesbian when you heard about what happens to a woman's boobs when she gets pregnant. You do not need these things to get any bigger, let alone more sensitive. Your point is, if Vinyl wants any milk out of you, like her slurping is making it sound like, she's going to be disappointed.

You fidget, before reaching an arm out to pinch one of Vinyl's nipples. You're enjoying this, but there's places you'd rather have her mouth than on your chest.

She gets the message. She straightens (but not too much, ho ho), and she looks at you with puppy dog eyes. She is holding one arm behind her back.

You groan. And not in the sexy way. "Really, Vinyl?" you say. "You're still set on that?"

"Come oon, Tavi," she says, taking her phone out from behind her back. "It'll be super hot."

"Look, if you want to show everybody your boobs by yourself, that's fine with me. But I don't want the whole world to see me flopping around," you say.

"Hey, that's what I've been doing. Look at this," she brings up a video on her phone. It's a close up of her pussy as she masturbates. "I posted this, and look, five thousand views. Isn't that awesome?"

You count to ten. "Vinyl, I'm very happy for you that so many people want to see you like that, but I don't need everyone to see my bits."

"Please," Vinyl says, "at least let me record it, and you can watch it later."

She really isn't going to give this up. You decide to humor her. A little. Making a note to look up the video she posted later, you tell her, "Okay, you can record it, but do not upload it anywhere, got it? That video does not leave our phones."

She fist pumps. "Aww yeah." She walks over to your music stand and puts her phone on alongside yours. She sets them both pointing at your bed and starts them recording. She wiggles her ass at them when she gets back to the bed. "Big Titted Lesbian Amateurs' First Time," she announces in a loud voice.

"This isn't the first time for either of us," you point out. You're about to add something about how she doesn't get to talk about having big tits, when she bends down and starts making out with you. It feels weird at first doing in front of the camera, and you can feel your breast protruding from the gap between your bodies, exposed. But it's like Vinyl senses your discomfort, and she kisses you harder, and you find it's getting hard to think about anything but her, and her body, and what you want to do with it.

Slowly you feel her hand moving down, down from your shoulder, dragging her fingers across the huge surface of your boob, curling at the bottom to caress your nipple, and then down across your stomach, to slip between your legs and under your panties. You break the kiss; you're desperate to breath, her fingers are right there.

Your arms are around her. You're looking into her eyes. You're panting in her face. Your back is starting, trying to arch. You've barely gotten started and you're starting to feel hot and sweaty and sticky. Your chest is heaving. Her fingers are just barely touching your aching lips.

Vinyl smirks at you. Then she puts one, two, three fingers in you. She puts her fingers in your spot. She puts her fingers in your wet, needy cunt. And her thumb on your clit.

You moan and pull her down, pull her head to your shoulder. You feel her arm moving between you. You feel her hand moving in you, tickling your insides. And each brush, each twitch against your clit is electric. Your hips buck, and you find she's put her knee down between your legs, so your motion has you grinding against her thigh.

She lets you do it twice, but on the third time she gets up, to kneel in front of you. She stops fingering you, and you find a whimper of disappointment escaping your lips. She smiles at the sound, then hooks her fingers in the band of your panties and pulls them down. She lifts your long legs into the air to get them off all the way. Hunching over a little, she hooks your legs over her shoulders. Then she takes your soaked underwear, which she is still holding and smells them, inhaling deeply.

"Tavi…" she says, "These are filthy." She licks the crotch where your arousal has been soaking all day, and especially in the last fifteen minutes. She giggles lewdly as she does so, makes a real show of it. You love this woman.

But your hole is still aching, and as wet as ever. And your breath is still short, and your hands still trembling.

She knows what you want. When she lowers herself again, it is not to embrace your like before. You watch as her head descends between your knees, as the brightness of her pale skin lights up the contours of your thighs… Then she dives through the last few inches to deliver a big raspberry right to your pussy. Your legs clamp together, wrapping around her head, as you gasp in surprise. That gasp is followed by several more, with the occasional moan interspersed, as she begins to eat you out properly. Oh God she is good at this. You bite your hand. With your other hand you start playing with your boobs.

You feel a little bad to be focusing so much on your own pleasure and not hers, but she insists every time. So you touch and squeeze and cup yourself, as her tongue dart up into you, as it and her lips play against your button. You feel like you're floating. All cares, all your pains are gone now. There's just you, and the beautiful woman between your legs. What more could you want?

It doesn't last, though. Vinyl is damn good at this, and soon you feel an orgasm building. Your moans are getting shorter, faster. You squeak out "I'm going to cum" in between them. The ache that her fingers awakened earlier is fading, fading, and blinks out as you go over the edge.

You bite down on your hand to stifle your scream. "EEEnngh!" Your back arches, pressing your pussy into Vinyl's face, and sending your tits pouring back up toward your head.

Meanwhile Vinyl emerges from your crotch, grinning. She clambers up through your legs, her face literally dripping with your juices, and gives you a deep, wet kiss. Her tongue pushes into your mouth, making sure you get a good taste of yourself. You don't mind, you're still cumming and everything feels great. Besides, she does this every time.

Several heaving breaths later, when you recover, you return the kiss.

You two lay there for a moment, naked, and tangled, and horny, and warm.

"Now it's your turn," you say. You lick your lips. You may not be as good as she is, but you think you can eat a mean pussy.

Vinyl is about to say something, when her phone beeps, suddenly reminding you it's there. She gets up to check it, and looks disappointed when she reads the message on the screen. "Ah shit, I've gotta go."

"Right now?"

"Yeah, sorry," she says.

"I'm just sorry I can't return the favor," you say. "But, thank you." You get an idea. "Hold on, here" You find your soiled panties where Vinyl threw them aside. You ball them up, and tuck them into Vinyl's. "There, something for if you can't make it back here tonight."

She laughs. "Heh hah! Thanks. I'm definitely going to be using those." She hurriedly clothes herself and runs out.

You collapse back on your bed. Well this sucks, you were just getting ready for round two. You notice your phone on the music stand. It's still recording. You stop it and scroll back to the beginning of the video.

You run your finger through the thin strip of hair you keep down there. This is sure better than nothing.