Traces of Desire
Copyright© 2025 by Big Ed Magusson
Chapter 3
My eyes locked with Lori’s and my mouth went dry. She calmly returned my gaze and she raised her bra in front of her breasts, but not before I got a good look at them.
The vision burned into my memory.
Her breasts—full, and curved like teardrops. Large dark areolae—with fat suckable nipples—
I lowered my eyes and noted she wasn’t quite naked.
Light green panties.
That image, too, is locked in my mind.
My brain froze. Belatedly, I remembered to avert my eyes. Len said something, and Lori too, but the words didn’t register. I just kept thinking about Lori’s breasts.
I hung my head and heard movement. I couldn’t help myself. I peeked.
Lori had her back to me as she fastened her bra. Her ass—God, I wasn’t as ass man but I wanted to take a bite out of it.
“Mike, Earth to Mike.” Len’s words penetrated my skull.
“Yeah...?”
“Give us some privacy.”
“Uh ... sure,” I somehow said. With my desk near the door, my jacket was almost within reach. “Sorry.”
Without looking up, I took a step forward and snagged my windbreaker. I closed the door behind me.
In the hall, I straightened up. My heart pounded. I couldn’t get the memory of Lori’s breasts out of my mind.
Holy fuck.
I winced. That was stronger language than I normally used.
But... holy fuck!
I stood there, trying to calm the beating in my chest. My mind raced in loops.
Len bailed me out. The door opened a crack.
“Hey, Mike,” he said. “Look, sorry. Bad timing. Lori had just picked out what she wanted to wear.”
“Oh...,” I managed to say. “Okay.”
“We’ll meet you at the restaurant, ‘kay?”
‘Yeah. Sure.”
“Lori’s almost done,” he said. “Heck, we might beat you there.”
I nodded. “Yeah. See you in a bit.”
He shut the door again.
I walked back to the car in a daze. Lori’s were the second set of breasts I’ve ever seen in the flesh. They were amazing. Of course, I couldn’t help thinking of the first set I’d seen. I still had vivid memories of Andrea’s...
“Let me turn on a light,” I murmured between kisses. I continued to cup her boob in my hand.
“I don’t know...,” Andrea said.
“I want to see you. All of you.” I nuzzled her neck.
“Okay...”
I flipped the switch on the end table lamp. A quick glance confirmed the door to the upstairs was still closed, and I couldn’t hear Andrea’s mom...
Andrea sat up and I shifted back so I could get a clear look. Her blouse hung open, but still obscured her breasts.
“Can I...?” I gently tugged at the fabric.
She gave me a nervous smile, but then nodded.
I gently tugged her blouse open a bit more, until I could see everything. Round and smooth with tight, erect nipples ... My eyes drank in every inch.
She squirmed.
I gave her a reassuring smile. “Wow.”
She let out a relieved breath.
“They’re ... they’re not too small?” Her voice quivered.
“No. They’re amazing.”
I kissed her again, hot and passionately. First her lips, then her cheek. Then her chin. As I worked my way down her neck, she moaned with pleasure.
I pulled back for one last look, memorizing the curve of her flesh and the way her chest rose and fell with her breath. Then I kissed one nipple. Then the other.
She sighed and leaned back. When I looked up, she was smiling softly.
“They’re beautiful,” I said. “You’re beautiful.”
Her smile grew.
“And if you don’t mind...”
Her eyebrows rose questioningly.
“I’d like to get to know them better.”
When she nodded, I kissed her nipples again. Then I began to suck...
I’d gotten out of my head by the time we arrived at the restaurant. To my amusement, Len’s prediction had been right. The Freemans were waiting for us out front, with Mr. Freeman having already put his name in for a large table. Lori and Len both smiled at me as if nothing had happened. I did the same, though I couldn’t quite meet her eyes.
Then, to my mixed horror and amusement, I ended up sitting right between them at the large round table. Thankfully, Michelle sat on Lori’s other side and immediately asked her about CSU.
Len asked me, “So, what other bands do you like?”
I blinked. I’d still been thinking about boobs, and I needed to get my mind back in the present.
“Besides U2,” he continued. “Who do you like?”
“Oh..., The Police. The Talking Heads.”
“They’re cool.”
I smiled, glad to be back on good conversational ground. “I’m pretty eclectic, though. There’s even some Country I like.”
Len chuckled. “Yeah. There’s plenty of good stuff out there.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “Dad’s big into jazz and early Sixties stuff.”
“Late Sixties for my parents.” Len smirked. “They were at Woodstock.”
I raised an eyebrow. If his parents were hippies ... my gaze darted to Mom, who wore her “polite smile” as she listened to Mrs. Freeman. Dad was saying something perfectly normal about “logistics” to Mr. Freeman.
I was interrupted by Lori. “Do you like Depeche Mode?”
“I don’t know them that well,” I admitted.
“Ooh!” Len said. “I’ll play ‘em for you later.”
“Cool,” I said. “I’ve got some stuff you might like.”
He nodded, clearly pleased.
“Just don’t play that soundtrack for him,” Michelle teased.
I shot her a glare.
“What soundtrack?” Len asked.
“The one about the..., “Michelle’s eyes darted over to Mom, “ ... you know.”
“Irma La Douce,” I said dryly.
Len laughed. “The early Sixties comedy about the prostitute?”
“You know it?” I stared at him in shock.
“Know it? I own it!”
“Oh, boy.” Lori rolled her eyes. “Now you’ve done it.”
“I’m a huge film buff,” Len said.
“Me, too!” I couldn’t keep the excitement out of my voice.
“Yeah. What do you like?”
“The classics, mostly. Bogart. Grant. Stewart.”
“No way!”
“Yeah.”
“I’m more modern myself,” he said, “but the classics are great, too. I love Casablanca.”
My chin dropped. “That’s my favorite movie!”
He laughed. “Really?”
“Really!” I lowered my voice and quoted, “Round up the usual suspects.”
He grinned and fired back his own quote. “I believe ... this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”
Michelle rolled her eyes. “Oh, boy.”
Lori suppressed a laugh.
Len and I just grinned at each other. We were off and running, caught up in our own little conversational world.
“Michael!”
Dad had raised his voice enough to cut through the conversation I was having with Len. We immediately broke off, even though Len was in mid-sentence.
The table fell quiet. Dad gave the Freemans a sheepish look.
“Sorry,” he said. Then to me, “When do you need to be back?”
I furrowed my brown. “Back?”
“When’s your curfew?”
“Uh ... Dad. This is college. They don’t have curfews.”
“What? They did in my day! Well...” He gave Mr. Freeman an apologetic look. “At least that’s what I understood.”
“No curfew?” Mom asked me. “So you can stay out all night?”
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