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The Big Tits Club: Prologue
🕑 Added 2021-01-12 15:47:01 +0000 UTCWelcome to my Patreon project. For the next several weeks, I will be posting additional chapters exclusively accessible for my patrons. The complete story includes lesbianism, anal, threesomes, and group sex. If any of that bothers you, find another story to read. This story and all other stories I've written are owned by me, and publishing them in any form without my express written consent is prohibited. All characters depicted in this story are at least eighteen years old.
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"No, I'm not fucking any of them."
Some days, it felt like I had to say that sentence fifty times. Really, it was more like a half-dozen, but that’s still a very high frequency for such an uncommon statement. To be honest, though, I couldn’t really blame them. Had I been in their shoes, I might've asked the same.
"No, I'm not gay."
Okay, I didn’t have to say that sentence fifty times. I mean, at least most guys knew better than to ask another guy if he was gay. That’s just rude. I wished more people would be mature enough to understand it was indeed possible for a guy to be friends with a group of gorgeous young women without banging any of them. But the follow-up question came quite often, as if it was the only reasonable explanation for why a guy like me would NOT be fucking one of “The Big Tits Club” girls.
I really hate that name, by the way. I understand the name, but I still hate it. It’s immature. It’s objectifying.
But it is… accurate.
Let me be clear and state for the record that none of us came up with that nickname. As far as I can tell, it was coined by the Varsity football team during our junior year, and the name spread like wildfire. Nothing we could do about it. As I said, it was… accurate. Belle, Mari, Alice, Sam, Zofi, and Naimh: six hot girls, every single one of them a D-cup or bigger.
Oh, and me: the lone male in our clique of best friends. Alice once called us “The Magnificent Seven”. After “The Big Tits Club” nickname took off, Mari tried to rename us “Sam’s Club” after our de facto leader (it didn’t work). Belle tried “Matty’s Angels” (didn’t take, either). Eventually, Sam suggested that the girls just own it - be proud of their curves and take the nickname for what it was: a compliment. We were “The BTC”, even me.
It wasn’t always this way. Well, obviously, the girls had to grow into those figures, and Belle and Zofi didn’t get up to the D-cup range until senior year. But I mean we hadn’t all been friends forever and didn’t become a group of seven until just last year. The group grew in bits and pieces organically over time. But at the core of the BTC were me and Belle.
I was the only child of two lawyers who, in my opinion, should never have been together. As Mother frequently reminds me, my father only married her because she accidentally got pregnant. My earliest memories are of them fighting. They were always fighting. Not physically or anything like that, but they were both verbose people with enormous vocabulary lexicons and a deep-rooted conviction that THEY and only they had the correct position on any number of issues.
My parents bought a big house in the Silicon Valley suburbs planning to live the American dream and raise a big family, but they hated the act of raising a baby so much that they never had another kid, and they weren’t too fond of each other, either. Instead of filling the extra rooms in the house with siblings, each parent got a home office in which they seemed to spend the majority of their time avoiding each other. That they also isolated themselves from me was just collateral damage. How they managed to NOT get divorced until after my eighth birthday, I’ll never know.
At least they became pretty good friends with the Kramers, our next door neighbors who had a daughter only a month younger than me. Annabelle’s dad was a surgeon and her mom a stay-at-home wife. They were both sweet and loving and would have had more children if not for her mom’s medical issues. Little blonde Belle and I played together as toddlers, and my parents were happy to dump me with the Kramers all day every day. Oh, they came to pick me up at night and put me to bed in my own room, but I spent more time at Belle’s house than I did my own. I certainly have more fond childhood memories of Belle’s mom than I do of Mother.
Belle and I were in junior high when her mom passed away. I was as heartbroken as she was. Belle’s dad withdrew into his work after his wife’s death. My mother had always been a workaholic, and was partner in a firm that kept her at the office close to eighty hours a week. So that left Belle and me with a lot of time alone. Well, not alone. We had each other, and she was the sister I never had. We walked home from junior high together, and then high school. We spent all afternoon at either her house or mine. Belle’s dad at least always came home for dinner, so the three of us would spend that time together. But after dinner I would go into my big empty house alone. Maybe two nights out of five during the weekdays, Mother would come home before I fell asleep. She worked a lot of Saturdays as well. Sundays she tried to make an effort to bond with her only child, which usually involved going out for brunch and awkwardly talking about school and stuff. But I could tell she was going through the motions to assuage her own guilt and that was it. Didn’t matter. I stopped caring once I started high school.
Belle was the sister I never had, but we weren’t best friends. At school we lived our own lives. In elementary school I hung out with boys who liked to play soccer and two-hand touch football in the field. I have no idea what Belle did during recess, nor did I have any inclination to find out.
I did know that Belle’s best friend since second grade was Mariangel Hernandez. Even if they got assigned to different classrooms, their bond remained and they would seek each other out during lunch or recess. Belle was the confident, outgoing one while Mari was the shy wallflower who was also quite chubby in those days, something which caused her no shortage of self-esteem issues. Mari would often come home with us to hang out after school, so I got to know her pretty well. She was very nice and could become quite talkative once she got to know you. Then Mari’s boobs really came in during junior high, and I mean… damn. Boys started talking about her boobs left, right, and center, she started getting a TON of attention, and she did NOT like it at all. She tried to cover up her curves, started eating even MORE, which actually just made her boobs even bigger. And by the end of eighth grade, a hot topic of discussion was who had the biggest tits in junior high: Mari or Samantha Smith.
Speaking of Sam, she didn’t become friends with us until high school. I don’t know exactly what started the friendship. For all I know, Sam and Mari simply bonded over having really big boobs that EVERYONE in the school always stared at. The big difference was that Sam soaked up the attention and purposely wore low-cut tops to attract even more eyeballs while Mari always wore thick sweaters and turtlenecks to try and cover up. Perhaps merely being in Sam’s orbit deflected attention from Mari and allowed her to hide in Sam’s shadow, or something.
Sam had ALWAYS been popular, ever since her family moved to the Bay Area from Australia in seventh grade. She was gorgeous, and she knew it. She strutted around campus like she owned the place, and in some ways she did. Getting from one side of school to the other in-between classes could sometimes be a challenge due to the crowding in the halls, and yet those crowds would magically part like the Red Sea when Sam came walking. Back then, she was still a brunette. She didn’t even start dying her hair blonde until the end of freshman year, but once she did, she got even MORE popular, if you can believe it.
As for me, I started playing Magic: The Gathering in junior high and hung out with a group of like-minded boys and one girl: Ailiseu Choi. Her first name meant “iris” in Korean, but she was the total opposite of a pretty flower. Alice had no accent to speak of, was taller than most of the boys, very athletic, and not afraid to tackle someone on the field. She’d started playing soccer and two-hand touch football with the boys back in fourth grade, and while the two of us had never been friends outside of recess back then, we were friendly acquaintances.
Everything changed when Alice hit puberty. She started growing boobs, pretty big ones, and all of a sudden guys started treating her differently. They weren’t Mari’s massive mammaries, but they were boobs nonetheless and Alice suddenly became a girl. Now perhaps because I already spent so much time with Belle and Mari, I knew how to act around a female of the human species and didn’t get all weird around her. Alice appreciated that and started spending more and more time with me. It got to the point when the school newspaper’s gossip column speculated that we were a new couple. At first, both of us denied we were romantically involved, but after a while it seemed easier to just ignore the rumors and even go along with them a bit. Boys certainly bothered Alice less when they believed she was my girlfriend, and once we realized that, we mutually agreed to just let the rumor mill do its thing.
Looking back, if any one thing was the genesis of the BTC, it was my family’s backyard swimming pool. Now Silicon Valley isn’t super cold, but it isn’t a super-hot climate either. Houses with swimming pools weren’t common, but ours had one, even though my parents had never really used it. My parents had always wanted “the best”. I think they just liked the idea of entertaining guests in their expansively landscaped backyard with a swimming pool.
The pool was empty for most of the year, but during summer breaks I would ask my mom to have it filled up. Belle and I would swim laps for exercise in the afternoons a few times a week, and Mari joined us pretty often as well. Neither girl was into sun-tanning or anything like that, so the pool was really just a way to cool off on a hot day before we returned indoors. But then Sam and Mari got to being friends, Mari told her I had a pool at the end of freshman year, and all of a sudden I found my shoulders caught in a death-grip by a gorgeous blonde who put her face inches away from mine and gasped, “You have a POOL?!?”
So that’s how I found myself one June afternoon before my sophomore year standing in the kitchen overlooking the backyard trying NOT to ogle two beautiful teenagers reclined on lounge chairs wearing skimpy bikinis twenty feet away from me. See, Sam was into sun-tanning, as was her best friend Zofi. Dark-haired and blue-eyed Zofia Zelazowska was a classic Eastern European beauty: tall and slender like a high-fashion model but growing curves like a lingerie model. I had long known she was Sam’s best friend, but never really interacted with her much.
Sam had invited herself over to check out my pool, and I had been too dumbstruck to do anything but agree. I get the impression Sam gets away with that sort of thing a lot. A pretty blonde with big boobs says what she wants and people just sort of let her have it, and I was no different. I may have been accustomed to hanging out with girls like Belle, Mari, and Alice, but that didn’t mean I was blind. I knew full well that my female friends were growing up and growing boobs, even Belle, and while I was careful to not openly ogle them like so many other teenaged boys, I still paid attention.
So I masturbated.
A lot.
And like many of the boys from my junior high, I masturbated to thoughts of Sam and her humungous boobs.
A lot.
Zofi, too. She was gorgeous.
And Mari, too. Her boobs were pretty amazing. One-piece swimsuit or not, you can’t hide breasts like that. Back then, she could stand to lose a few pounds, but the raw spank bank material was there.
And… Alice. Yeah, I masturbated to thoughts of Alice. Even though she never wore makeup and made zero attempts to be “feminine”, she was still obviously female and her tits were coming in fast. She was my best friend, so I tried not to objectify her. But… tits.
Not Belle. No way. Nuh-uh. Yeah, I understood that we weren’t related. But I’d literally grown up sharing cribs and playpens with the girl. Belle was my “sister”, and I simply didn’t feel that way about her. I could let myself fantasize about my buddy Alice every now and again, but not Belle.
That’s not to say she wasn’t beautiful. She was quite pretty. Belle was a petite strawberry blonde with piercing green eyes, a delicate face, and grew into a stacked 32D cup size by senior year despite never getting taller than 5’1”. She was eminently “fuckable” as the guys would say, but she was also my “sister”. I simply couldn’t think of her that way, at least not back then. And lest you get too far ahead of yourself in my story, I’ll say it loud and clear upfront right now:
NO, this story does NOT end with Belle and me falling in love, getting married, and living happily ever after. It isn’t that kind of story.
Thinking back, I’m not even sure why Sam got so excited about me having a pool. She and Zofi barely used it that day. If all they wanted to do was lay out in the sun, they could have done so from anyone’s backyard. But I suppose that’s not really as much fun as laying out near a large body of water.
Mari, having been the one to tell Sam about my pool, had been the one to bring Sam and Zofi over to my house in the first place. That meant Belle came over as well, the five of us spending all afternoon hanging out. Belle, Mari, and I did our laps. Sam flirted with me (she flirted with everyone), and eventually she got me to pop a boner in my swim trunks. Zofi expressed surprise since she actually thought I gay. I stammered out a nervous apology trying to assure both of them I wasn't going to be like so many other creeps. Sam laughed and told me she wasn’t worried about it and had gone out of her way to MAKE me get the boner to prove to Zofi I wasn’t gay.
Sam toned down her flirting (a little), I did my best to behave and not ogle them, and I ordered pizza for everyone. We all had a REALLY good time, and long story short, Sam and Zofi started coming over to my house more often, especially once they realized my mother was never home.
That summer was also the first time Alice’s family didn’t go back to South Korea for summer break. She wanted to play Magic: The Gathering with me, and she happened to come over on a day when all the girls were hanging out at the pool and she promptly complained that I’d never invited HER to go swimming. She was a super athlete after all, and could swim like a fish. She got along pretty well with the other girls, especially since Sam and Zofi already thought she was my girlfriend (even though we tried to explain otherwise). Five hot girls started making my house (and pool) a regular hangout joint for the summer, and that was really the start of the BTC.
The final member of the BTC joined toward the end of junior year. Naimh O'Brien was a classic Irish ginger full of freckles and piercing green eyes. She transferred in late May, brand new to America and quite intimidated by everything. She had two classes with me and the teachers had a hell of a time pronouncing her name (it's "Neeve", rhymes with "Steve"). Sam took one look at her 34DD rack, invited her to come hang out, and the rest is history. I was admittedly smitten the first time I saw her, but once she became part of the club I knew better than to even think about hooking up with her.
That was actually a rule: "Nobody dates Matty".
I mean, I was allowed to date, and I did go out with three girls different girls during high school - I just wasn't allowed to date any of the BTC. Sam made up that rule halfway through sophomore year when Zofi got it into her head to try kissing me. For such a beautiful girl she could be awfully shy, and she'd never kissed a boy yet. We were all hanging out at my house, she and I got to talking about boys and dating, and she actually asked if she could kiss me. I'd kissed exactly one girl before that, and the idea of kissing such a gorgeous creature as Zofi really excited me, so I was quick to agree. It was really nice, Zofi seemed to think so too, and we had two more makeout sessions before Alice caught us and told everyone else.
Zofi made clear she had no romantic intentions toward me, and while I certainly entertained thoughts of fucking her and all the other girls of the BTC, I didn't have any romantic intentions toward her either. Everyone realized me hooking up with any one of them would upset the balance of our group friendship, and so Sam made them all swear not to ever try to seduce me. After all, it was my house and my pool that they all kept using, so it wasn't like they could kick me out of the club.
Everyone kept that promise. Nobody tried to seduce me.
Well, not until senior year.
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Bluedragonauthor
Chapter 1 has posted.
Cant wait to read the first chapter.
