Chapter 4

As we finished off our beers I found myself studying Shelly. Sully was watching her too, both of us taking in her beauty, both of us wanting her. She noticed our newly risen erections and languidly reached out for us to come closer to her.

We did. She closed her eyes as we drew near.

I reached out and ran my fingers along her jaw line, down her throat to her chest, and began to run small circles around her nipples. She gasped, but didn't open her eyes. I glanced at Sully he stood by quietly watching me, a shit-eating grin on his face.

Shelly opened her eyes and grasped both our dicks. "God knows what I'm gonna do with all this meat," she giggled.

"Mind if I play with your little titties?" I said, my voice was dry and husky.

"Be my guest," she said shyly.

Placing my arm around her shoulder, I bent low to lick the tops of her almost non-existent breast.

"They're small tits," Sully said in a low tone, reading my mind. "I know they're small tits. But as soon as I can save enough money, we agreed to get her a boob job."

"But you love 'em like they are, don't you honey?" Shelly asked Sully pensively, her finger trilling its way around my ear.

"I certainly do, and I think Jimbo here loves them too. What about it man?"

I continued toying with her nipples, brushed my tongue between her breasts. Shelly trembled at this.

"They are marvelous right now. Do you really think enlarging them will be an improvement?"

"Sure," said Sully.

"Well... " said Shelly uncertainly.

"How big are you gonna make 'em Shelly?"

"I don't know. It's kinda up to Jack..."

"I think a set of 38's would be great," Sully offered.

"I wonder," I said.

"What? Why?" Shelly asked.

I played with her nipples briefly before responding.

"What size are you now?"

"Umm, I wear a 32 A Bra."

"You shouldn't go to more than a 34 B or C."

"What!" Sully bellowed.

"Well, my advice is to talk to the doctor first, and be sure to get a competent one, but I think Shelly's frame would be distorted carrying 38's. I mean, do you want her to be freakish like Dolly Parton?"

"I don't want to look like her," Shelly said and began to cry.

"Damn it! Look what you've gone and done."

"Hey, Sully, I didn't mean..."

"Leave him alone Jack," she waved her arm at him. "He's being honest."

"Shelly?"

"Yes?"

"It might help if you showed Jack some photos of some women with 34 B's or C's."

"Maybe you're right," she said wiping her arm across her face.

"You ARE willing to look aren't you?" I said, shooting him a warning look.

"Of course I am! I love my girl, wouldn't hurt her for the world."

Shelly sniffed and then gave us both a glimpse of her beautiful smile.

"You two! She said and reached for a pile of 'People" magazines. "I think there are some good examples right here."

As she thumbed through the first magazine Sully and I exchanged looks. It was a silent agreement he'd look, but remain uncommitted. It was good enough for me.

Then, as I had hoped, he recanted after seeing several movie stars hanging out of low-cut dresses and hearing that they were in the 34-cup category.

"You see Jack," she said, "it's like I've been telling you, it's not the 36, or 38 size that matters, it's the cup size; A, B, C, or D.

"Hey, Shelly," I said, breaking into her conversation, "enough about your tits."

She covered them with her palms and giggled shyly.

"How 'bout I get a good look at your twat. Maybe that needs to be addressed too."

They both cracked up at this, as if it were the funniest thing ever, eliminating the tension that had been mounting. Then Shelly lay back and unabashedly spread her legs as if I were her gynecologist and separated her labia with her fingers, letting me have as good a look as I ever have, before or since.

"Have you ever slept with two women?" She asked as I was examining her, my nose very close to her sleeping clit.

I had to say yes, because I had.

"Go on, Jimbo, tell her about it," Sully prodded me, using a nickname he knew I didn't care for. He caught my glare, chuckled and got up to refresh our drinks. As he was leaving the room he turned and over his shoulder said, "Hearing sexy stories always makes her horny."

Shelly and I started to chuckle at this and soon were laughing as hard as we could, like two silly kids. So I told her the story about my three-some with the mother and daughter.