Chapter 1: The beginning of an obsession

Rick had often times since he was a young boy and had first become aware of women's bodies. After viewing this first Playboy he had been obsessed with tits. Small ones, big ones, pointy ones and flat ones too, it didn't really matter to him, especially since he was now 14 years old. Boobs, titties, jugs, hooters... it didn't really matter who called them what, the very idea of a naked woman made his young dick twitch.

He stared out the passenger window at the snowy landscape as he rode towards Carol's home. Carol was his mother, Vicki's, friend from college. She was, in Rick's mind, a 46-year-old smoking hottie.

What really sucked was that he was on his way to her home to shovel 8 inches of fresh snow fall. Rick's services having been volunteered by his mother to get him out of the house. Apparently he was underfoot on this snow day.

Rick figured he was going to make the best of it after his look out the window. He looked out of the corner of his eyes and stared at Carol's parka wrapped body. What was really stoking his imagination was her seatbelt. The shoulder harnesses belt was pulled snugly between her breasts, causing their separation and further enhancing her 36 double D's.

Carol glanced in his direction, catching him gazing at her boobs. "You little pervert", she thought to herself. "I can see", she thought, "Just like your mother, you're a tit man."

Her thoughts drifted back to more than 25 years ago to the dorm room she shared with Vicki at U Of M... when she had had her first lesbian affair.

The weather that day was much like todays; a fresh winter snowfall had canceled both of their classes. So both she and Vicki had chosen to stay in and catch up on their studying. As had most of the other girls on their floor.

Carol was wearing a three-quarter sleeve men's baseball under shirt that hung mid-thigh. No bra, and lacy, boy short underwear. The cool air in their room was causing her nipples to poke against her shirt, further enhancing her gorgeous rack. She was proud of her boobs. Granted, they were large, but they sat high on her chest like a teenager, with no sagging. They were perfect, she thought to herself. She was also proud of her nipples. Long and pink, their flesh marbled like the skin of an orange. They were the perfect bright pink, which contrasted nicely against her dark brown areolas.

In high school it had been a source of constant embarrassment for her. She was always 2 cup sizes larger than her peers. As she developed and her nipples grew larger still, she was often ridiculed because of the physical maturity she possessed. The other girls, she knew, were very jealous.

It was on this wintry day three years after they had graduated high school. She sat at her desk, her face buried in her psychology text that things changed between her and Vicki.

Carol stood and went to her bedside table and grabbed her psych notebook to study notes taken from class. She had had a test today that had been canceled with the weather that would be made up tomorrow.

"Vicki, she said, would you help me for a minute." She handed the notebook to Vicki, pointing to the open page, "and let me repeat what I have written there just to make sure I got it all."

Vicki stared down at the page and began to read Carol's notes on human sexuality. Specifically, the notes were about gender and sexual orientation. She was reading the notes, and apparently this professor's particular view about homosexuality was found. Not in textbooks, but in personal and religious beliefs.

"Carol, what kind of biased nonsense is this?" Vicki asked, what she was reading was obviously slanted against gay people. The notes she was reading kept referring to homosexuality as a choice and a sickness. It was hard for her to believe that this was being taught in a college class in the 20th century.

"Isn't that unbelievable?" Carol asked her, "Ms. Kim, my professor, has been teaching us this. Regardless of what we believe or know to be true this is how we are going to be tested so I have to know it!" She said, shaking her head.

"I think being a dyke for some is a choice, I mean look at me, I love men. I've never slept with a woman, but if the right one came along. I'd do it in a heartbeat just to find out, you know? That doesn't make me a lez does it? I'm just curious. How about you, Vicki have you ever done it with another girl? Or ever wanted to?" Carol asked.

Where the hell is this coming from? Vicki pondered its one thing to study, but an entirely different thing for her to even consider relations with another woman. The truth was her sexual experience had been limited to one guy, since her junior year in high school. And that sex had been very, very routine, so much so. She never understood what the big deal about sex was. Her girlfriends in high school had gone on and on about fucking, and cumming she had only managed the screwing part. She had never had an orgasm. So she assumed when her friends talked about it, they were full of shit.

Carol saw the odd expression on her face, and seeing that she asked her. "Are you comfortable with this stuff Vicki? I'm sorry; I just assumed it would be okay."

Vicki nodded her head and told her, "I just don't understand what the big deal is. It's sex with a girl minus the penis it's really not all that different? I mean, I've slept with Ryan and as far as I'm concerned. It was no great shake", She stated.

She has no idea Carol thought, "Can I ask you a really personal question Vick?" Carol questioned.

"Yeah, okay, but you won't be hurt if I won't answer it if I think it's too personal. Will you?"

Vicki answered her cautiously, "I just don't have any real experience. So I might not be the best person to ask."

Carol wasn't sure where to begin. So she started cautiously. "Have you ever seen another woman, naked?"

"No, she replied, since the few other girls in junior and senior high. And then they were not completely naked, were they?" I'm sure you remember changing for gym class." During high school, they were in the same gym classes. Vicki during her sophomore through senior years had tried to catch glimpses of Carol's body while she changed in the locker room, but had been unsuccessful. She was absolutely fascinated and wanted to see her nakedness. She wanted to see her friends body, but not in a sexual way.

"Would you hate me if I told you I had tried to see your body? In high school and for the 2 ½ years we've been here I have often wished you changed your clothes in here so I could see you."

Carol was floored she had no idea of Vicky's interest. She sensed that it was completely her desire to see her unclothed. "I mean, I can show you if you'd like, and I would ask you afterwards, to be honest enough with me to tell me why so I can write about it for my psych class. Would you be willing to do that?"

Carol and Rick were stopped at a red light. The snow was now falling heavier. She knew if it didn't lighten sooner, her husband and her newborn baby Daughter wouldn't make it home today... She also knew that if she didn't turn around now. There was no way she would be able to get Rick home. Just then the light turned green, and they started towards her home.

Carol again began to remember that day. She slept with Rick's mother, and just how that came about.

"Tell me Vicki, what is it, about my body that has fascinated you for so long?"

"Well, if I can be perfectly honest with you, she replied. It's your boobs and your rear end." She told her, and as she did her color turned to a bright red.

"My ass, what about my ass", Carole asked?

"You always wear your pants so tight, and I never see a dimple or a touch of cellulite, and I can often see the shape of your mons, because the pants you're wearing are so tight." Blushing again, she said to her.

What that Carol stood and faced her. She reached back, grabbed the collar of her shirt and lifted it over her head. Next she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs. Carol noticed right away that Vicky's eyes were focused on her pussy. "What do you see that's so different on me?"

"Your pubic hair, do you shave it?" If it was possible, her face grew redder still.

Carol, seeing her friends discomfort replied in a soft voice. "Yes I do regularly. That's the way, David likes it. And if it keeps him happy He'll go down on me longer when I'm trimmed this way. And besides, I've never met a guy who didn't like to see a girl shaved or trimmed." As Carol answered her she knew she had reached a very uncomfortable place for Vicki.

Seeking to put her friend at ease, Carol placed her index finger on top of her head and did a pirouette and stopped with her ass facing her friend. "Go ahead, if you feel the need. You can feel it if you'd like." Carol was hoping she would need to feel. Hopefully, through her touch, if Vicki was getting as hot and bothered as she was.

Rick was intensely watching Carol, as she drove, he could tell she was thinking intently about something. What made this obvious was the faraway look in her eyes. He also observed that her nipples, which had to be huge, he thought to himself, because he could see their outline, poking through her parka.

Carol glanced in his direction and saw where his eyes were pointing she looked and saw what he was seeing. Holy cow, the little horn dog, She thought, he staring at my tits, and if you were your mother I might pull one out and tell you to start sucking on it. Their eyes met, and when they did. She winked and turned her eyes back to the road.