Pencil Test
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2020 by Mat Twassel
No way would anyone, least of all Sara, dispute that Peg had the biggest breasts of anyone in Kappa Delta Kappa. Sara’s own chest was by no means flat, but the shape, resembling, to Sara’s mind, a squashed pear or a somewhat stubby banana, was far from ideal. There were those who wondered whether Peg had had a boob job, for her breasts, though melon big, appeared decidedly firm. There were those who thought Peg could pass the pencil test while Sara could not. Thus the challenge.
Sara didn’t really want to participate. For one thing, she knew Peg to be hugely competitive. Sara tended to be self-effacing. But the challenge had been issued; a dropped gauntlet Sara could not with good grace ignore.
The sorority president selected two virgin Ticonderoga Number 2 HB softs, sharpened them to fine points, and measured them to be of equal length. The sorority secretary lifted first Peg’s breast, then Sara’s, and held them out while the president snuggled a pencil beneath each. The secretary gently lowered the breasts.
Sara’s pencil fell. Peg’s remained stuck.
A long second later, Peg said, “Two out of three?”
The secretary picked up Sara’s fallen pencil, and the second breast was tested. Same result.
“Hah, your point is broken,” said Peg, “while mine is still stiletto sharp.” She took her pencil from beneath her breast and waggled it before Sara’s eyes. Sara was sure Peg was going to plunge the pencil point into her breast. Her body stiffened. She all but cried out as Peg brought the pencil toward Sara’s closest breast.
But instead of plunging the point into that pear-shaped flesh, Peg, at the last instant, turned the pencil, and with the eraser, caressed Sara’s nipple, round and round until it was stiff. “Nice tits,” Peg said.
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