Bad Influence (Closed)

[Little_Red_Rose]

My character:

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Name: Melanie West
Age: 24
Height: 5'6"
Cup size: 32K

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It's been about five years since I last saw this place.

It feels so awfully strange saying this, mainly because my days of senior year high school seems as if it happened just last week. It honestly so very strange to just close your eyes and having some of the most crazy years of your life just slip you by. Back when I living here in Evergreen Springs, the small suburban town about three hours away from New York City, I felt as if my whole life was ahead of me. Well, not that it wasn't - I was just twenty five after all. Still, I just finished college, I was engaged...well, I guess what I'm trying to say is that coming back here made me reminisce about the past and just between you and me, made me just a tiny bit anxious about the future. After all, both college and high school was done and I didn't really know what to expect in the future. I'm sorry! I guess that I'm just rambling on now; the point is that I came back. At least, for a little while.

You see, Drew (my fiance) and I wanted to spent some time in our old neighborhoods. It gave us a good chance to catch up with some friends and spend time at each other's families. The wonderful side of this was that I got to meet up with Tammie; my best friend from high school who (unlike me) wasn't fortunate enough to have finished college. Drew wasn't too thrilled of the idea mainly because he felt that Tammie was always a bad influence on me. But he didn't try to stop me; after all, I grew a lot since high school.

"Oh my god Melanie, are you like...smuggling watermelons in that blouse of yours?!" Tammie said, at the very first sight of me. I sighed, looking down and realizing that maybe my green, long sleeve blouse didn't exactly hide the size of my chest.

... Okay, so maybe I grew a lot in more than one way.

So, I might have gotten a bit "smarter" since high school. I won't lie, I had a bit of a struggle with finishing my bachelor's degree, but I persevered. I couldn't do it alone, Drew was a big help - always having been a big good with school and all. With this said and done, I guess I might have become a bit...snobbish - in the sense that I didn't really drink any alcohol besides wine, and often did my best to hide my breasts from view. Which is funny, since I always was a bit busty - having been a 32DD cup in high school and all. I guess what I'm trying to say that even since my second growth spurt, I got a little embarrassed of my chest (now a whopping 32K cup) and tried my best to hide it with all sorts of expensive clothes. It didn't always work, as you can imagine.

"Okay so we have to get a reunion going or something! It's been too long!" Tammie said, excitedly as we drank our coffee at Simon's Cafe. It wasn't exactly the most sophisticated place in the world, but it was definitely the nicest place in Evergreen. I sipped from my coffee before answering:

"I don't know Tammie, where exactly would we have this? Simon's Cafe closes at like five and - "

"Oh freckles." Tammie said, using her nickname for me since high school "Not here! This place is so boring...How about Saint Bernard bar? I work there and I know it would be great for business."

"Oh...sure." I answered back hesitantly. I wanted to decline but didn't really want to offend Tammie.

And that's how I ended up at this place.

The older, dusky bar hasn't changed in one bit since I last came here with Tammie, when we tested out our fake IDs. Not that it mattered; Saint Bernard Bar was always a bit...shabby. I don't think the owner ever cared whether someone was legally allowed to drink or not, just so long as we weren't too rowdy or caused any trouble. The shabbiness of the bar didn't end there; the place looked as if nothing has been changed for years now. In fact, if I didn't know any better, I'd say it was just as we left it - from the same old Howard working behind the bar to the bright neon sign saying "WESTMINSTER BEER"; despite Westminster beer having been extinct even before my high school days.

The only difference being that Tammie worked here now.

I sat at the stool, glancing at the room a bit. I was lost in my thoughts too, that is until Tammie said out loud:

"Oh hey, looks like our guests have arrived!"

 

[ms_tiff]

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Name: Eva Quinn
Age: 25
Height: 5’4”
Cup size: 38C
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Nightmare.

Honestly, it was the only way to describe what was about to happen.

A fucking nightmare.

Tammie had sent the e-vite blast out days ago, probably the day Melanie had informed her she was coming for a visit. I’d been high at the time, probably more than a bit wasted too, when I had accepted the invite. Now there was no way out of it. I was stuck. Screwed. Royally fucked.

God, I needed a smoke.

High school was long over, but the thought of Melanie West brought it all rushing back in one painful burst. You always hear stories about unrequited love, my stories not that barf inducing. It’s more like a tale of unrequited lust. Melanie West, though she never knew it, always brought out the horn dog in me. I can’t tell you how many nights I lay in bed thinking about her as I teased my virgin pussy. The thought of her made me wet, the sight of her made me ready to cum in seconds. She never knew of my crush, though.

Our little town may have been a mere three hours from progressive New York City, but it may have been lightyears away for how backwards the thinking was – and still is. Being a lesbian in suburbia was as taboo as wearing white after Labor Day. It simply wasn’t done. And so, I remained silently in the closet. Even now nobody knows my dirty little secret, my relationships having lived their time in college but never following me home.

I moved home straight after college and a vicious breakup with my girlfriend – who never understood why I couldn’t come out to my parents. Now I’ve been living in this backwards town with its cookie cutter houses, alcoholic fathers, and mothers who rely on handfuls of Adderall to get through their monotonous days. My parents decided to retire early and I took over their real estate business. Every day I dutifully don an Ann Taylor suit with hair swept into a careful bun, and tasteful pale pink lipstick. I look in the mirror and can’t see myself any longer. The second I’m off the clock, though, those patent leather pumps and stockings come off and I’m racing down the highway on my bike seeking just a moment of release from this stifling suburban life.

I had just come home from work when my phone chirped all too cheerfully.

Fuck.

I had forgotten the party for Melanie was that night and I had only a few moments to change before I was supposed to make it to Saint Bernard Bar. God could life get any more depressing than that place?

With a shake of my head I quickly shed my skirt and blazer and threw on a pair of tight leather pants and a rich red tank top that hugged my slight curves. What I lacked in breasts and an ass I made up for in attitude. Finally, I pulled the clip from my hair and rich black waves tumbled over my shoulders. Much better. A pair of knee-high, black leather stiletto boots finished off the look and, after a quick swipe of ruby lipstick, was out the door.

The bar was already packed by the time I pulled my bike into an empty space. A haze of smoke surrounded the area even though nobody had so much as lit a cigarette in this town since the 1950s. With a sniff of defiance, I lit a joint and took a few quick puffs before stomping it out and heading inside.

The party was in full swing as I pushed through the door.

“Eva! You made it!” Tammie was already shit faced as she threw an arm around my shoulder and pulled me further into the bar. “Look everyone, it’s Eva!” Her words slurred and she stumbled a bit, the beer in her hand sloshing over the rim of its mug.

My eyes scanned the room, and, like a moth to flame, my gaze was drawn to Melanie. Fuck she looked good. Her tits, which had always been large, had grown even bigger in the years since I’d last seen her and I could barely keep my eyes off them. An image of those breasts hanging in my face, nipples pinched between clamps that caused them to swell deliciously, floated through my mind and I felt the liquid pooling between my legs. God what I would give to have her tied to my bed.

I let Tammie lead me to the bar where Melanie sat with some dude.

“Hey, Melanie, long time no see.” I smirked in greeting, the image of her tied to my bed intensifying. Her legs would be spread and her mouth twisted in passionate cries as I went knuckles deep inside her.

“I’m, Eva.” I said, nodding to the guy. “And you are?”

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

You'd think that Tammie, being an employee at the bar and all, would lay off the liquor. But true to her nature, she found herself drinking more than most of the guests. I guess that it didn't really matter; the owner always had a laid back mood to this bar (as you could guess from how unkempt this place was) and besides, it wasn't as if he didn't know the people who came in, being a small town and all. That said, I was so happy to have Drew around since I wasn't too crazy about mingling with people I hardly talked to for years now. I honestly could not stand small talk with most people - exceptions being Tammie and others who were part of our social circle.

Still, Drew slowly got out of his shell and started talking to some of his high school classmates. I suppose that it was difficult for him not to show off, considering that he made some good money as an investment banker. He worked at Wall Street and I could see him slowly filling himself with both cheap booze and overwhelming pride.

“Eva! You made it!” I could hear Tammie say with a slurred voice over in the distance. I nearly smacked the palm of my hand to my face, seeing Tammie acting all tipsy already. I think the worst of it all was that I knew that Tammie greatly exaggerated how tipsy she really was. “Look everyone, it’s Eva!”

I glanced towards Tammie and saw her with Eva; a girl that was around our "group" for a while. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't have considered us "friends' or anything. She was just a familiar face, at least in this swarm of alumni of our little high school. Judging from the look on her face, I'd say that she thought the same thing.

“Hey, Melanie, long time no see.” Eva said, greeting me with a faint smile. I smiled back, waving right at her as I answered "Hey Eva! How have you been?", my eyes going over her clothes for a moment. I saw that she still wore leather pants, which made me wondering on whether she still rode that motorcycle around town. I always thought that it was a bit cool, Eva being a rebellious soul even back in high school. I could still remember the days when my mom was furious to see Eva in our group, thinking that she'd be such an awful influence on me.

“I’m, Eva.” Eva then said, talking to Drew who was now standing up and offering his hand for a handshake “And you are?”

"Oh, I'm Drew. Nice to meet you."

I let those two catch up for a while, although I couldn't imagine what they had in common. Eva was more of a rebel, while Drew was your typical jock - or at least he was back in the day. I nearly had a heart attack when I turned and saw Tammie standing there, behind the counter and whipping a glass, just staring at me.

"Well, aren't you going to drink anything?" Tammie asked with a big grin, making me chuckle a bit - at least because of her demeanor. She pointing at the bottles of beer, neatly stacked up in a row behind her. "Beer is free for tonight, so help yourself!"

I shook my head, before I answered "I don't really drink beer anymore. I'm more of a glass of red wine kind of girl." with a slight smile. Tammie wasn't convinced, taking a bottle of beer and handing it over to me. She then glanced at me, almost as if she was scanning me up and down. "What's with the outfit?"

I eyed myself, looking at my clothes.

I was wearing a green long sleeve blouse, made of some quality material that honest to God, I was afraid of ruining by spilling some beer on it. I loved this top, mainly for two reasons; for one, it was expensive. Secondly, it covered up my chest up to the point where I didn't feel trashy or anything. Don't get me wrong, it still hid my curves to show off the hour glass figure I had going on - it just was a bit loose on the chest area and it didn't show any cleavage. Still, with a bust like mine, you could definitely still tell that I had huge breasts - mainly because of the huge curvature in the middle of the chest area. Besides that, I had some tight jeans on that hugged tightly on my round butt...or at least, it would show if that top didn't cover half of it. Besides that, I was wearing a pair of high heels on. This get up was completed with the cross I had on, hanging around my chest.

I guess that what I'm trying to say is that maybe, just maybe Tammie was acting out because I looked grown up, at least compared to her.

"I don't know Tammie. I guess that I thought that I had to be more formal." I answered with a laugh, and Tammie brought out a blue tank top. It was a tight top, with the letters SBB written on it; probably at a crummy attempt to advertise for Saint Bernard Bar. "Why don't you wear this?" she asked with a giggle.

I shook my head and said "Hmmm, maybe when hell freezes over Tammie." with a laugh escaping my lips.

"Pssh, whatever. You'd have to win it later anyway, since it's a prize for the dart competition we'll have later!"

"Oh god, you guys aren't even giving those away...?"

We both shared a laugh, just as Drew and Eva were done talking.

 

[ms_tiff]

Drew was talking, but I wasn't listening as my eyes kept moving towards Melanie. As her fiance yammered on, I couldn't help but wonder what she saw in him. He was boring as hell, talkin' about sports and how he and Melanie were planning a honeymoon in some overcrowded tourist spot. Honestly, I couldn't be bothered to listen to him. The man was hella boring and I wished that I had smoked a little more before coming inside.

As he talked I ordered shot after shot of tequila, hoping that a nice buzz would make him more interesting.

It didn't.

I glanced over to Melanie and Tammie, noticing their little exchange about clothes and something about Melanie changing into a different shirt.

"Oh god, don't tell me Howard still has those lame ass tank tops hanging around." The tequila was doing its work as I slipped from my barstool and wandered over to the two women, leaving a confused Drew in my wake.

"You couldn't pay me to wear one of those." I joked, plucking the blue tank top from Tammie's hand. "Of course, I wouldn't fill it out as well as Melanie here." I laughed, a bit more bubbly than usual as my gaze flitted down to the massive breasts that were going to be the star of my fantasies later that night.

Suddenly all I could think about where those beautiful tits bouncing as Melanie was fucked hard. Mmmm, what I wouldn't have given right then to see her impaled on the black nine-inch strap-on that my ex had nicknamed Big Ben. I'd take her from behind, I decided right then, her tight ass high in the air, a fistful of her hair in my hand. The black dildo a sharp contrast to her pale skin. Fuck if the thought didn't make me cream right there.

"Put it on, Melanie." I said, suddenly wanting to see as much of those tits as I could. All the better for my spank bank. "C'mon, it'll be a laugh."

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

"Oh god, don't tell me Howard still has those lame ass tank tops hanging around." Eva said, suddenly coming close to both Tammie and I, in the middle of our conversation. Not that I found it rude or anything; in fact, I was kind of hoping that Eva would continue to point out how silly it was that they were still trying to get people to wear those tops. I giggled, pointing towards Eva as I said: "See? Eva gets it."

"You couldn't pay me to wear one of those." she joked, quickly taking the blue tank top from Tammie's hand. Tammie, of course, make a fake angry pout as she exclaimed "Hey!". Of course, she made no attempt to take it away from Eva's hand, as she examined it.

"Of course, I wouldn't fill it out as well as Melanie here." Eva then added with a laugh. I played along, pretending to be offended as I "covered" myself with my hands.

"Put it on, Melanie." Eva added "C'mon, it'll be a laugh."

Tammie laughed, looking at us with a slight sparkle to her eye. This is just what she wanted; some peer pressure on me. It worked in high school and honest to God, it could work on me again. "See Melanie? Even Eva wants you to try it on!"

"I don't know..." I answered back, almost timidly. I didn't like where this was going.

"Don't be such a coward." She continued before I sighed. I picked up the blue tank top from Eva's hands, looking at it and placing it on my chest. I looked at both Eva and Tammie, before I began pointing out how small it looked. "I really don't think this will fit me..."

...

I went over to the back of the bar, in the washroom to "change" into this tank top and just as I expected, it didn't fit me as well as I had hoped. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't too short for me or anything - it was just obviously on the chest department that it lacked room. What I'm trying to say is that with one look in the mirror, I saw how absolutely huge my chest looked in this. The cotton fabric of the shirt hugged tightly the contours of each massive breast, showing off my 32K cup breasts - more than I was normally comfortable with. There was ample amounts of cleavage, a deep V that my cross was now falling in between. To make matters worse, there was just a hint of side boob showing between my arm and my breast, that my bra didn't seem to cover.

Still, I figured that we'd all share a laugh and it was only for one night, right?

I sighed, making my way back with my blouse folded in my arm. I walked towards both Eva and Tommie, a slight bounce to my chest with every step I took.

"See, I told you!" I said with a laugh.

 

[ms_tiff]

"See, I told you!" I said with a laugh.

Her breasts were practically spilling out of the top, the edges of her bra visible beneath the fabric and it was all I could do not to push Melanie up against the wall right then and there. How could she be so oblivious to how fucking hot she looked? I knew then and there that I had to have her. I didn't know how but soon Melanie would be spread before me, begging me to make her cum.

I tilted my head as if to appraise her appearance.

"You look hot!" Tammie squealed and I saw the blush that tinged Melanie's cheeks.

"I don't know," I feigned disinterest. "Turn around." I circled my finger, indicating for her to give a spin. I inched closer, closing the space between us. "I think we can do better." I tugged on tight top, pulling it down even lower until the top half of her bra showed overtop of the shirt. I pretended to adjust the shirt some more, taking time to cop a feel of those bouncing breasts. Fuck they were soft and supple and just begging for me to suck on them.

I stepped back, tilting my head. "Much better. Don't you think, Tammie?"

"Like I said, you look hot, girl!"

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

"You look hot!" Tammie immediately said, her high pitch squeal attracting some attention our way. I smiled shyly, saying nothing. I mean, my face must have done all the talking for me - a slight red hue to my cheeks as I blushed from the attention.

Eva wasn't entirely convinced though.

"I don't know," she began to say, a sort of nonchalant and uncaring tone to her voice. With a spin of the wrist, she circled her finger and said "Turn around."

Tammie seemed ecstatic and I sort shrugged my shoulders. "Uh, sure. Like this?" I asked, before I circled in place, as if I was modeling for Eva or something. She came in close, her mouth close to my ear as she began to tug on my blue tank top. "I think we can do better." she said, adjusting the piece of clothing, her smallish hands going over to my chest a bit. It was almost funny to see how much bigger my breasts were, compared to her hands. I almost giggled at the sensation of her pulling and adjusting my tank top, even if by doing so she made so much more cleavage show itself.

"Much better. Don't you think, Tammie?"

"Like I said, you look hot, girl!"

"Oh guys..." I said with a nervous laugh. A customer had walked up to the front and asked for a drink. While Tammie wasn't the employee of the month by any means, she still had to provide some sort of customer service, so she begrudgingly walked his way. That left Eva and I alone for me a bit, with me fiddling around with my cross necklace that fell between my cleavage. Once I got it out, I grinned at Eva and said "So, what have you been up to Eva? I haven't seen you in like forever!"

 

[ms_tiff]

That left Eva and I alone for me a bit, with me fiddling around with my cross necklace that fell between my cleavage. Once I got it out, I grinned at Eva and said "So, what have you been up to Eva? I haven't seen you in like forever!"

I couldn't take my eyes off Melanie's fingers and the way she toyed with the cross nestled between her breasts. There was something so ironically tempting about the icon settled between those two massive orbs - like a nun who goes commando - it was deliciously taboo.

So lost in thought of what I wouldn't give to be that cross right then, I nearly missed Melanie's question.

"Huh?" My gaze snapped to hers. "Oh, not much." I shook my head nonchalantly. "I took over for my parents at the real estate company. They decided to move down to Florida." I shrugged. "So it's been pretty boring for me here. Same thing every day: show some houses, go home, curl up on the couch and watch some TV." I shrugged. "Like I said, pretty boring."

"What about you, though?" I nudge her shoulder with mine in a conspiratorial way. "What are you doing with yourself these days? I'm sure a hottie like you had all the guys chasing her in college." I laugh and give her a flirtatious wink as I tickled her side lightly.

Fuck I wanted to push her up against the wall and bury my face between those breasts. Her body was a magnet pulling me ever closer and I wished that we were alone so that I could do all the naughty things that were flooding my imagination at that moment.