Chesticles (Male x Futa)
Story by Xen O.
Chesticles
By: Xen O.
Katie and I had been dating for what felt like forever. In reality it'd only been a year, but she was hot, I was horny and she was...well some would say a prude. For as long as I'd know her, Katie was rather modest. Her trade make outfit seemed to be turtleneck and thigh length skirt; never wearing any thing that showed the slightest bit of cleavage. Not like she ever needed to, even covered her chest was impressive, even awe inspiring. Combine that with a six foot something frame, her long legs, silky dark brown tresses, and sky blue eyes that almost seemed to light up like the day itself; Katie had no shortage of men who wanted to "date" her and no shortage of women to hate her.
The weird part was that unlike other popular girls at our school aside from dressing more conservatively, Katie seemed to have no desire to really date in the six years I'd known her she'd been on maybe a handful of dates and had even less 'long term' relationships. Most of the time gossip was she was way too much of a prude, shying away from heavy make out sessions, slapping away hands from touching her...that sort of thing. It really bothered me hearing people talk about her like that. I really didn't care if she was reserved. She was sweet, fun to hang around and was a huge pop culture nerd.
"Hey, Ben..." she was hesitating. "I was wondering would you do me a huge favor?" this was how we began dating. Well sort of, the favor was and I quote. "I was, wondering...well, you have been a great friend for a long time...in fact you are my best friend. So, I was wondering would you um... pretend to be my boyfriend?"
That was disappointing to say the least, but I tried to hide my disappointment and play it off as a joke. "Why pretend? You don't want me to be your boyfriend for real?" secretly it hurt a bit. I'd had a crush on Katie since the day we met, but always had excuses to not ask her out.
Katie let out a long sigh that heavy bosom heaving under its cotton confines "It's not that," she scratched her head. "I don't want to date anyone right now," she switched to hand wringing "It's just boys keep asking me out, and I can only say no so much... So, I figured if people thought we were together they'd stop bugging me so much."
I swallowed my disappointment. "Okay," I smiled up at her, before standing on my tiptoes kissing her cheek "I'll do it." to this I received a kiss on the cheek as well.
The days went by. The days turned in to weeks and weeks in to months. We held hands in the hall, even exchanged kisses; though when we did my hands where always held and the kisses were never embraces. It was okay though, I was happy to 'just pretend'.
Finally, about five months in things changed. We were hanging out away from prying eyes, in official 'friends only mode'. Katie had go to get us some popcorn, as she approached me with my bowl a loud squeak filled the air as she slipped on her dog's chew toy and began to fall backward. Instinctively I reached out to grab her, catching her wrist.
Problem was Katie outweighed me by a good sixty plus pounds, so down I went right on top of her, face first, in to her bosom. It was so soft and warm I forgot my self for a moment just resting there. As I lay there a sweet, musky scent wafted in to my nostrils, not an unpleasant smell. It was just not what other women I'd dated smelled like...not that there had been that many.
"Uh, Ben..." Katie sounded a bit perturbed.
I scrambled to get up off her stammering and stuttering "Oh shit, Katie..." I was in a panic, worried Katie would think I was trying to take advantage. "I am so sorry, I didn't mean to... it's just It felt so nice." So, you can imagine my surprise when she wrapped her arms around the back of my neck pulling me in to the most passionate kiss I'd experienced to that point. [/COL
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