"I'm sorry, was I? It wasn't intentional."
Allison's mouth turned up in a smirk and her eye's twinkled slightly. Jean was lying on my shoulder and looked first at me and then at her friend, who was resting against the opposite armrest of the couch.
"He was staring at my breasts," Allison said.
I shrugged my shoulders. I had been. "OK, I admit it, I was. Purely scientific however. Jean told me your breasts were smaller than hers, but from where I am sitting, I cannot really see much of a difference." I could not. I had been told that Allison was a 36 B and I know Jean is a 38 C, but either Allison had grown or the natural shape of her breasts were such that the complicated formula that was cup measurement just did not quite work and she was not big enough to truly be a C but close enough that on visual examination, there really was no difference.
"I am a B-cup," Allison said matter-of-factly.
"And I am a C," Jean put in, the movie we were watching temporarily forgotten.
"Yes, darling, I know," I said, kissing the top of her head. "But, frankly, from where I am sitting, Allison's breasts look like they are the same size as yours are, but as we both know," I said to forestall her response, "there are a hundred ways to enhance the visual appearance of them. But at the moment, she is wearing a sweatshirt, which is reducing any enhancements her bra might be giving her."
Jean looked at me, then at Allison. Allison smiled quickly and as one the two of them stood up. Jean was wearing a simple t-shirt and white bra. I knew this because I watched her get dressed this morning, but I was reminded of it again as she peeled her shirt off and reached behind her and unhooked her bra, sliding it off her shoulders and tossing it at me. Allison was wearing a basic grey sweatshirt and she quickly pulled it over her head and tossed it on top of Jean's shirt and undid her own white bra, tossing it also on top of Jean's bra on the couch. I had not moved. Standing in front of me were two women, naked from the waist up, both proud of their breasts and almost taunting me to say something. Allison was smaller than Jean, but it was such a small difference that my earlier comment could stand. Allison's nipples were larger than Jean's but both sets were hard and erect. I looked into the face of each lady and saw lust there.
"Hmm, an interesting issue," I said, standing and looking at both ladies. I walked around behind them, taking my own shirt of in the process, just to make them feel at ease. "If you don't mind," I said standing behind them and sliding my hand up their sides until I was cupping the outside breast in each hand. Jean leaned back against me while Allison continued to stand, almost as if she was not sure of what was happening. I held each breast in my hand, slowly squeezing them, measuring them, feeling their different weights. Jean's were larger and heavier. Allison's seemed to be almost air, there was that much of a difference. I continued to gently massage Allison's breast but I started moving my thumb back and forth over Jean's hard nipple, causing her to shudder slightly and moan. Allison brought her hand up to mine and indicated that I should do the same to her, which I wasted no time in doing, slowly rolling and flicking her larger nipples. I let them sigh and enjoy the feelings for a couple of moments before I started to gently pinch them, rolling each nipple between my finger and thumb. I knew what Jean's reaction would be, she loved this treatment, and I was pinching her nipples harder than I was Allison's.
"Well. I cannot really tell," I said, smiling behind the pair of them. "Maybe I need to look more closely."
I came around Allison's side, dragging my hand along her back and side until I was now facing them. Jean pushed her chest out slightly, and I slid my hand up her side, mirroring my actions with Allison. Both were breathing deeply and a little unevenly, a pink tinge spread across the upper part of their chests. While squeezing and flicking their outside breasts, I knelt before them and slowly ran my tongue over Allison's upturned nipple. She gasped as I did this and then I turned my head to repeat the motion on Jean who moaned out loud. I angled the two women so that their breasts were touching and I could lick and suck on both nipples at the same time. This seemed to bring moans of delight from both women which were escalated when I started pinching their nipples again. I did this for a couple of minutes before standing up and kissing Allison who enthusiastically kissed me back. While I was kissing her, I reached for Jean's hand and pulled it up to play with the wet nipple I had just been sucking. Allison moaned into my mouth and Jean moved me a little to the side as she bend down and started sucking Allison's nipple. Not to be out done, I bent down and started sucking Allison's other nipple. Allison began to breath irregularly, her legs beginning to shake from the effort to hold herself up and breath while pleasure swept through her.
An evil thought crossed through my mind and I reached over to pinch Jean's nipple, which had become a little pebble in the center of her breast. I let my hands wander between pinching Jean and stroking Allison's abdomen, raising little goose bumps on each woman.
I swiveled from where I was sucking to suck on Jean. This got a moan and a sigh from her and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Allison pull Jean up to her and kiss her. I picked my time and began sucking harder on Jean's nipple. Allison broke the kiss and bend her head to suck Jean's free nipple and that was enough to send her over the edge. I knew Jean had sensitive nipples and once I had managed to bring her to a small orgasm by just sucking them. This was twice. I caught her as she started to slump and managed to get her to the couch, her breathing coming fast and shallow. She curled against me and kissed me hard, then pulled Allison down on top of us and kissed her before laying her head back.
"Wow," she said, somewhat breathlessly.
"I don't think I have ever seen that before," Allison said, somewhat amazed.
I managed to adjust myself a little before Jean leaned against me, her breathing returning to normal, her chest pink.
"I think," I said, as if making a pronouncement, "that size is not an issue here. You both have very lovely breasts, if I do say so myself."
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