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Spoiler alert; this thread will involve some drug/alcohol abuse, some reluctance and some really rough, depraved sex. If this isn't something that interests you, please don't read further. If it does, well enjoy the show!
Of course, everybody in this story is fake, not real, part of my twisted imagination, etc. Everybody that matters is over 18 and adult.
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My character:
Name: Julie West
Age: 18
Height: 5'7"
Cup size: 38I (or 38GGG)
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Here I was, living in New York City with my wonderful boyfriend of over four years, Nick, who proposed to me straight after high school. I obviously accepted and here we were, two high school sweethearts going to college together. We both lived off-campus, sharing an apartment here in Brooklyn. Both of us going to NYU - although in two very different subjects; my boyfriend was studying chemistry and I was going into accounting. The college itself was nothing like I would have imagined it to be - lots of buildings, lots of people and lots of classes. It was very exciting stuff although the city itself was a whole different ballgame; my boyfriend - sorry, I mean fiance - and I came from a small town in upper State, so we didn't needed time to adjust to the sheer size of the city, with so many people and so many things to do around us. Of course, don't get me wrong, we didn't go crazy. We both didn't really party or anything, nor drink or do drugs. We were clean. This was mainly because of me, although Nick insists that he wanted to do the same (despite having caught him drinking a can of beer about a year ago. Boy, did I make sure that he didn't forget that), I knew that it was because he didn't want to disappoint me.
Well, but maybe I disappointed him sometimes! Truth be told, while Nick was ready for sex, I sure wasn't. It's not that I wasn't mature enough for it yet, I think of myself of more responsible than most women around my age! It's just that while we would have fun, make out and be all cutesy, I wasn't ready to do it with him. At least, not until we got married. Not only that, but Nick also...occasionally, tried to grab my breasts. They were a bit sensitive, both as far as my body parts go and as a topic. Why? Mainly because when we were both in high school, I was known as a bit of a 'surfboard'. In fact, up until I was about 17 years old, I was an A cup. So, I was a bit of a late bloomer but by the time that I become 18, here I was as a triple G cup - which meant, if GGG sounds a bit of a mouthful for you, that I was a 38I cup. Yes, I know they're big and yes, they are real.
That's not to say that Nick never disappointed me. The fact of the matter is that while Nick and I agreed on most things, there were some things that we didn't agree on. For one, it was his stupid friend - now probably his best friend, Derek. He was a man that any self respecting woman wouldn't want around. He was a bit of a pervert, from what I've heard of him throughout campus. Heck, I knew this by experience - the way that he'd look at my cleavage, as unintentional as it was to have it out in the first place. It drove me crazy, knowing how he'd look at me, despite being friends with my fiance!
In fact, whenever I'd upload something on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram or Snapchat (yes, I love my social media accounts!) he'd somehow end up liking them first. This wasn't such a big deal, up until he started commenting on stuff.
Like that a look at this simple video I made and posted on Facebook. It's innocent enough right? Just me walking and using the cool effects on snapchat. Then, look at his response:
Naturally, I stayed clear of him...which leads me to one of the bigger disagreements that Nick and I ever had.
He wanted me to spy on Derek.
"Seriously?" I asked, dressed up in this cute pink top. I loved it; the fabric was smooth and soft, and it covered my arms and gave out just the perfect amount of cleavage; not too much, but not too little (but then again, this was according to me). There was a bit of bare skin between the shirt and my black tights, which really showed off my long legs and thighs. I actually tried to get out of my comfort zone a little by wearing this, and Nick couldn't have been happier. Of course, I wasn't exactly thrilled from this conversation. "So not only are we not going to that restaurant, but you're making me spy on Derek?!"
Okay, you're probably asking yourself what's going on. Well, to make a very long story short, Derek had a girlfriend and they've been together for nearly the same amount of time as Nick and I. My fiance and them have gotten close. But recently, apparently Mindy (Nick's girlfriend) has been getting a little hysterical. She has been calling him at 3 AM, asking if he knew where Derek was...well, you know. But instead of asking his friend if he was cheating, or going there himself, he was sending me.
"Not spy! Just...check up on him? See if he's with a girl?" he asked with a stupid grin. Grr.
"So...spying, then?" I replied back, almost rolling my eyes.
"Honey, I can't go myself!" Nick said, nearly throwing his arms up in the air "He'll know something is up! I never go to the bar with him. But if you go, bump into him and just maybe hang out with him for a bit, maybe you can figure it out?"
I signed. "But he knows that I don't drink either."
"I know, but I already told him that I couldn't go. Besides, he likes you."
"No, he likes these." I said, pointing at my chest. My fiance looked at my chest, watching as my massive mammaries rose and fell with every breath and I swear, he was practically drooling. I laughed and slapped my loving fiance's shoulder playfully "Okay honey, eyes up here."
"Sorry. I'm just asking you if you could please do it. It would mean so much."
"Ugh..."
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So like with a lot of things, my loving fiance made me do something that maybe go against my own logic. I made my way to the Moodies bar, the one where Derek spent most of his free time. The place itself? It was a bit...well, disgusting. I don't know, it's not that it was messy, but the lights were a bit dim and it smelled just a tiny bit like cigarette smoke. And before you ask, yes, this was my very first time at a bar. I glanced around and looked for Derek and there he was, at the bar with a few friends. Were any of them girls? No, but I knew that unless I found out specifically, I'd never hear the end of it from Nick.
That said, I walked over the counter, my three inch heels clicking along the way and immediately he spotted me.
...Or judging from his facial expression, he found those melons of mine.
"Hey, Julie!" Derek said, walking over to me and essentially ditching his friends. With his hand on my shoulder, he brought me closer to him. Ugh, I thought that I was going to be sick. Strangely enough though, he didn't reek of alcohol or anything. In fact, I'd say that he smelled pretty nice. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh, I was just supposed to meet a few friends here." I lied, glancing over the counter and looking at all these bottles. "They bailed at the last minute. Probably going to head home soon."
"We can't have that." he said, with a big grin on his face. "Come join us."
Against my better judgement, I sighed before saying "Well, if you don't mind, I guess that I could kill some time."
