Chapter 5

I woke up and heard crackling from the kitchen. I blinked, looking up at the living room ceiling fan. I instantly smiled. I remembered every moment of last night. I also remembered the feeling of sleeping on the floor and not a mattress.

“Next time, sleepover in bed,” I announced.

“Don’t be like that...” Iggy was smiling brightly and climbed half out of her sleeping bag on my left. I winced as she pulled herself by her spear-tipped elbows across my chest and looked down into my face. I was hard. Last night had been intense. I needed to pee. Iggy was still topless. She pushed her finger into my nose and tilted my head back until I could see her eyes. “Only like one of us could’ve slept over in your bedroom.”

“That was my plan, you know,” I smirked.

She rolled her eyes and sighed. “I didn’t mean with you in bed.”

“I did.” I beamed.

“You don’t change,” she said, smiled, and rolled her eyes again.

“Neither do you.” I frowned.

“Then let’s start. Grow into who we want to be for each other!” she said. Iggy sat back on her ankles. She was wearing nothing but a pair of white panties with a red waistband. Her breasts were moving slowly with her breaths. She had pale wide rims around the up and perky nipples.

“Oh my god! Really?” I gasped, happily.

“Really, just ask me out. I say yes every time. This time we can do it right. I believe in you,” She laughed and shook her head. I scrambled out of my sleeping bag. I was wearing a pair of boxers and I might’ve found the front-tail hole. Let’s say my periscope was above the surface.

“Ew! C’mon!” She giggled wildly and reached out a hand. She covered the line of sight from her eyes to my cock. I looked down. I looked at her breasts. Dawn was getting up behind Iggy, also still topless. Anna’s fingers walked up my spine as she yawned. I twisted to see her breasts out as well.

“I’m in heaven!”

“Put it away,” Anna whispered in my ear.

“Right...” I reached down and adjusted myself. Iggy lit up. She dropped her hands onto her lap and started wringing her fingers. Her smile was flinching and twisting in anticipation.

“Iggy, I’d love to take you out and take things further,” I smiled, reaching out to try out those beautiful breasts I had been enraptured by all night. Now I was sober, it was harder to be bold but, once we got away from the sleeping bags, I was certain my birthday luck was over. She shrieked and hopped away.

“Lucas!” She grabbed her boobs and scoffed. “That’s a bit too much.”

“I’m sorry, I guess, I just--I hadn’t seen them before and now that you’re sober and all--I guess I thought things had changed,” I said.

“Is everyone up?!” Emi shouted from the kitchen. “I made breakfast! Pancakes!”

“You alright?” I asked Iggy. “I’m really attracted to you. I don’t want to go too fast, but I still really want to go fast. Thank you for being such an awesome girl.”

This time I hugged her and she hugged me back.

“Lucas! Do you have syrup?!” Emi kept shouting.

“On the door behind the ketchup and mustard!” I shouted over Iggy’s ear.

“Door? Oh the fridge door! Found it!” Emi yelled. “I’m setting the table. Go wash your hands.”

“So should we get dressed now and--”

“Put some pants and a shirt on,” Emi nodded and broke the hug. “The girls and I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”

I did more than that. I rinsed my face in the sink. Stared myself in the eye. I shook my head. I crossed to my bedroom and got fresh underwear, a pair of jogging pants, and a t-shirt. I was still barefoot when I made it out to the kitchen.

“Crap.” I said. Then I smiled until it hurt.

All four girls were gathered around the kitchen table. Dawn and Iggy were dressed in jeans. Emi had shorts and Anna a skirt. They all waved. They all still had their boobs out.

“Happy birthday to me! Seriously girls? Wow!”

“It’s not your birthday anymore,” Dawn corrected.

“Why’s your tongue hanging out?” Emi asked, having started attacking her pancakes instantly.

“Yeah, you usually keep it together a little better when you stare at our boobs,” Anna said with a mild, for her, blush.

I waved at the amazing sight I had before me. “I thought this was, well just a bit of over the top fun with my best friends in the hot tub.”

Iggy lit up like fireworks. “I don’t need a hot tub to have fun with my best friends!”

“Yeah, this is something we do now, right?” Dawn looked around. “We’re all friends.”

“So long as I’m your only guy friend,” I explained. Heat rose up the back of my neck when Dawn suggested that. One. Two. I had to tell myself to calm down. Three. Four. Only Iggy was going to be--

“Not the only one. I kinda like hanging out with Justin after judo sometimes,” Iggy said, with a lazy shrug. I stopped, hovering over my chair. I was hit by an immediate strike of unfathomable jealousy.

“No.” I said.

“No?” She frowned.

“You’re not going to show your tits to Justin,” I said, not knowing who he was. “Not ever.”

“Of course not!” Iggy looked defensively angry. “The kid’s like 11. He just needs someone to wait for him sometimes when his mom can’t get off work at exactly 830.”

“What? We were talking about--” I lost all my fire when I gestured to Emi, framing her tits with my hands. She lifted up her hair behind her neck and posed sexily. She had pancake crumbs on her lips and she was chewing while she did it. Anna and Dawn started laughing.

“I thought you were saying I couldn’t have guy friends,” Iggy said.

“Let him get a little jealous,” Dawn said.

“Oh, like you?” Iggy said, her voice taking on a snipish quality I liked and hated all at once.

“That’s envious,” Dawn corrected. She then filled her mouth with pancake. She wasn’t going to talk with her mouthful. She had effectively dived out of any argument with Iggy.

“Whatever,” Iggy said.

“Sorry, I just don’t know how to deal with this,” I said. “I love it. Don’t get me wrong. But I want this to be just for me. I would never be OK sharing this.”

“Well, good?” Anna said. She looked around. “I mean, OK, this can be our little friend group thing, yeah?”

“Tits out all the time?” I asked.

“Seems perfectly OK to me,” Emi said.

“I don’t see why we would stop?” Iggy asked, looking around the table for support. Dawn filled her mouth before she had swallowed her last bite.

“Good. It’s just, wow...” I said. Emi pushed her plate forward, leaned back and slung her arm over the back of the chair. She wiggled her eyebrows at me. I smiled. Anna would light up red if I made eye contact with her. That was hard, I was having trouble pulling my eyes away from all the previously unviewable girlflesh around the table.

“You gonna eat? Emi did a really good job?” Iggy looked at me flatly.

“Oh, of course, I--”

The doorbell rang and Dawn shrieked. Spittle, crumbs, and syrup tumbled over her lips. Anna snapped her arms tightly over her boobs. Iggy was already running off down the hallway. Dawn and Anna hurried after her. Emi raised her half-drunk orange juice glass and swirled the liquid like a Bond villain with a brandy.

I looked up. The kitchen table wasn’t separated from the living room and the entrance by any walls. The curtains in the living room were almost opaque. But any ambitious door-knocker could easily poke their head around to the edge of the window and see what was inside. They’d be looking Emi in the back, but I don’t think that’s why she was confident.

“I better get that,” I said. I was getting up from the table when the door unlocked. The knob turned. Emi froze but she didn’t have enough time to flee like the other girls. She slowly crossed her left arm over her tits and squeezed them tight. Her shoulders slumped and her face fell forward, making herself smaller.

I lined myself up so my body was blocking her from the front door and started towards it.

“Hello! Lucas!” The woman in the doorway was hot. In her early forties. And the mother of Ray, the girl who was no longer part of our clique. I stopped, a little shocked. Not only that it was her. But that she had unlocked the front door and had no compunction of just coming in before I could answer. “Oh, hi. There you are! Is that Isabel? Sorry to interrupt.”

She was looking at Emi who was doing her best to hide herself. She kept her face and tits out of sight, but it was clear Emi was topless. Ray’s mom put on a look of contrition and apology no one would believe. She smiled.

“Hello, Ms MacCormack,” I said.

“Oh, God no. Vonnie, please,” she said.

“Can I help you with something, Vonnie?” I asked.

“Right, I’ll get out of your hair, really quickly,” Vonnie said, with a wink. She held up a brown paper bag with a blue Dollar Store sticky ribbon slapped on it. “Happy birthday!”

“What?” I asked and took the bag.

“Well?”

I looked up at her.

“You think I’m going to leave before I see the look on your face?” She set a hand on her hip and just looked full of herself. Confident. Like Ray. She looked a lot like Ray. Dark hair, blue eyes, fair skin. Well, the mom was a bit darker than Ray. And her eyeliner wasn’t so in your face. Her lipstick was a shade of pink rather than a shade of infinite sorrow. She also had a bit more around the thighs, hips, and bust. And Ray was a curvy girl.

“Thank you,” I said. I opened the bag and the paper crinkled in my hands. I heard the light clink of glass on glass. “Holy shit...”

Inside the bag were vials of pink Pure Love Potion crystals.

“Let’s just say I heard from a little bird you should’ve had more than the one dose yesterday,” she smiled, and winked. I stood helpless as she gave me a hug around the shoulders. “Bye Lucas. Have a lot of fun.”

“Wait!” Dawn skidded out from the hallway on sock feet. I looked over my shoulder to find her dressed-ish. She grabbed my hip and shoulder.

“Hello!” Vonnie said. “It’s been too long. I’ve missed having you girls around. All of Ray’s current friends are ... Well, let’s just say not my favorite people.”

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” Dawn said. She looked at me questioningly. I shrugged, not knowing right at the moment what she wanted.

“Bye Iggy!” Vonnie waved. I turned. Seemed Emi had taken the moment of distraction to rush off from the kitchen table and get out of embarrassing line-of-sight. I felt a little weight off my shoulders. “Now, young lady, is that any way to be dressed?”

“What?” Dawn looked down. She had thrown on one of my shirts, which hung off her right shoulder and needed both of her large boobs to keep it from falling the rest of the way to the floor. “Oh, I guess it’s a little ... Lucas is a great guy!”