"Oh my god, you let him do WHAT?!"

"It's not a big deal! I just like, wiped it off right after."

"Ugh, you, Diana, are such a slut!"

The two friends giggled as they lay in bed. Diana and Cheryl—friends since the day they were born. Like peas in a pod. Did everything together. Talked about everything. And now, enjoying their last days together before they each went out to two different corners of the

And now, they talked about boys. And sex. And their first times. And tips. And tricks.

Diana, the pretty, late-bloomer, sweet-as-pudding brunette with embarassing E cups.

Cheryl, the petite blonde with a flat chest and a wicked streak.

"I seriously don't know what the big deal is with getting cum on your tits" continued Diana. "It's not that messy, and he seemed to like it."

"Guys like it precisely because it's a big deal" said Cheryl. "They like it because it makes you a slut."

"You think?"

"Definitely"

The two friends just lay there in silence, staring at the ceiling of Diana's childhood bedroom.

Then Cheryl broke the silence: "ok, I'm curious. Tell me exactly how it went down. As you know, it's not like my tits are ever the center of attention."

She gestured dismissively at her perky A's.

"Oh stop it" said Diana. "Your boobies are great. You don't need to wear bras if you don't want to. Your back never hurts. You don't have them flopping around if you try to go on a jog. You try running in gym class with fucking E cups."

"Oh cry me a river. Anyway, details! What happened?!"

"Ugh you're such a perv. But ok I'll tell you. So...

"The party was kind of lame and Eric was like, let's go somewhere quiet. I was bored and so I thought it could be fun to have a little makeut sesh. We ended up in one of the bedrooms in the back and sat on the bed and immediately started making out."

Cherly interrupted. "Was it good?"

"Yeah it was ok. He's kinda sloppy. But it was fun. Anyway, so we're making out and he starts feeling me up and I'm ok with it. He's like obsessed with them you know."

"Ugh, poor you"

"Shuttup Cheryl. You want the story or not?"

"Yeah yeah"

"So he's feeling them up and I can tell he's hard and so well I start to rub him a bit. We do that for a while and he starts to give me this whole speech about how horny he is and how he has to cum and how he's gonna get blue balls."

"You know that's not real right? Blue balls are a myth."

"Well he's saying he's gonna get them and that he has to cum. And I know that's just him wanting oral, but I already told him I'm not gonna do that every time. I mean, I would have, but I dunno I wasn't feeling it. So he's like 'ok fine but can I jerk off'?"

"Eeew!"

"I dunno I thought it was kinda hot."

"I guess. So he just like pulled it out and started jerking off?"

"Yeah basically. I told him we should be careful, I didn't want to make a mess and stain something, like it wasn't our room you know. So anyway he's doing it and it's kind of taking a while and it's getting a bit awkward and again he's like 'can you suck it' and again I said no. And I told him to hurry and to not make a mess. And then he's like 'can I cum on your tits?'"

"And what did you say?!"

"Well, it just didn't seem like a big deal you know. Where else was he gonna cum. His hand? My shirt? Lol."

"So what did you say?!"

"I was like, ok, sure. And so I just pulled my top up and pulled my bra down."

"And what happened?"

"Dude, it was crazy."

"What do you mean?"

"he came like, instantly. Like instantly. I've never seen a guy so fucking turned on in my life. It was ridiculous. He was even making like dumb little noises. It was kinda shocking honestly."

Cheryl said nothing. Diana continued.

"And then when he finished he just sort of stood there wide eyes and I had to break him out of it and was like 'uh, can you get me a tissue please' and then I wiped it off and we went back to the party."

"I'm kinda jealous, Dee" said Cheryl. Her voice had gotten quiet. Kind of distant. Pensive.

"Jealous? You don't even like Eric."

"No, not that..."

"Then?"

"I'm... envious of that power. Like, whenever you walk in a room, every guy at looks at you at some point. They all know you were there. It doesn't matter if they have a girlfriend, or if they are busy with something else, they all notice you."

"Oh Cheryl stop it, you know guys look at you too."

"I don't want a pity party" said Cheryl. "It's not about that at all. And yeah, I know guys look at me and I know I'm even kind of pretty."

"You're very pretty."

"Whatever, that's not my point. My point is that it's different. There's something different about big boobs. Like, it just is. I could ask a guy to cum on my tits and I'm sure he'd like it but it's not the same you know. Like, I promise Eric like jerks off remembering that. I promise that it's different. You're gonna live in his mind rent free for the rest of his life."

Diana was quiet. She didn't know what to say. In a way it was obvious that Cheryl was right. Diana did get lots of attention just because of her bust. And not all of it was welcome, or appropriate. Cheryl had no idea what it was like to go to a pool party and catch your friend's dad staring. Or for people to think that just because she had big tits she must be some sort of bimbo. If bust size was a question in college apps she was sure she'd never have gotten into Northwestern.

And yet, that face Eric made. That look. The way his eyes open wide as he stared down at Diana's E-cups. It truly was like no reaction she'd ever gotten from a man, and it was intoxicating.

"Anyway. I'm glad you have that superpower, Dee. I'll find my own way to get men off." Cheryl giggled, although there was a hint of sadness in her voice.

"Besides" she continued. "I'm gonna call you cumslut from now on. hahahahaha."

"Lol, whatever, bitch"

"Cumslut"

"Bitch you suck a lot more dick than I do don't pretend you're innocent."

"Ok, Cumslut"

The two friends laughed. Nothing would ever get between them. They lay on the bed and talked about the future. And in the back of Diana's mind there was a little idea just turning. That she had found a superpower. That no matter what happened, she could always find a way to get in a guy's spank bank. To live in his mind rent-free. It seems like all she had to do was utter five simple words:

"Want to cum on my tits?"

Hey, thanks for reading this long diatribe. I love making stories that are a bit heavy on the emotional/character-building side. If you enjoy this I'd appreciate a message, and please let me know if you'd like for me to write about some of Diana's future adventures!