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She sits two seats in front of me. She's nice to everyone, but for some reason she's extra nice to me. She'll turn around and ask if I got the notes when I'm zoned out, or share her snacks during break. She smiles at me like I'm actually worth talking to. No one else does that.

But God, her tits.

They're fucking huge. Like, seriously massive. K cup at least, maybe bigger. They strain against her school blouse every single day, buttons looking like they're about to give up. When she leans forward to write, they rest on the desk, soft and heavy.

I can't stop looking. I try to be sneaky about it, glancing when she's not paying attention, but I'm always scared she'll catch me.

At night, when I'm alone in my room, that's all I think about. I lock the door, pull up porn on my phone, but it's never enough. I always end up imagining her. Those massive tits bouncing as she walks down the hall. How soft they'd feel if I could just touch them. I jerk off thinking about sliding my cock between them, how warm and tight it would be, her looking up at me with those kind eyes while I fuck her chest slow at first, then harder.

I cum so fast when I think about that. Every time.

Today in class, she dropped her pencil and bent down to get it. Her blouse pulled tight, and I saw the edge of her bra, white with a little lace. My dick twitched instantly. I had to shift in my seat so no one would notice.

She sat back up and smiled at me like nothing happened.

"You okay?" she whispered. "You look kinda red."

"I'm fine," I mumbled, looking down at my notebook fast.

She giggled softly. "You're always so quiet. It's cute."

Cute. She called me cute.

Lunchtime, she sat next to me again. Most days she eats with her friends, but sometimes she picks me. Today was one of those days.

"I saved you a seat," she said, patting the bench.

Her chest bounced a little when she sat down. I tried not to stare, but fuck, it's impossible. They're right there.

We talked about normal stuff. The upcoming test, some dumb thing the teacher said, her complaining about how her backpack straps dig into her shoulders because it's heavy.

"Yeah, carrying all those books must suck," I said, trying to sound normal.

She laughed. "It's not just the books. Everything's heavy these days."

She adjusted her bra strap under her shirt without thinking, and I nearly died. My mind flashed to helping her with that, my hands on her shoulders, sliding down, cupping those massive tits from behind, feeling how heavy they really are.

But I just sat there like an idiot, eating my sandwich, dick half hard under the table.

She's so nice to me. Talks to me when no one else bothers. Laughs at my dumb jokes. Shares her notes when I miss something.

And all I do is think about fucking her tits.

One day maybe I'll say something. Maybe.

But probably not.

I'm too scared.

She's too nice.

And these thoughts... they're all mine. Dirty little secrets I keep hidden.

It's the day after Christmas break starts, but school stuff doesn't stop.

Chaeyeon texted me last night asking if I wanted to study together at her place. Her parents are out of town visiting family or something, and she said it'd be quiet, just us, no distractions.

I said yes before I even thought about it twice.

Now I'm standing in front of her house. It's a nice house, bigger than mine, quiet neighborhood.

I ring the doorbell and wait, backpack heavy with books but my mind heavier with everything else.

The door opens and there she is, smiling big like always. She's wearing a loose pink sweater and leggings. No school uniform today, so her chest looks even bigger without the blouse trying to hold everything in. The sweater stretches across them, soft fabric hugging the shape.

"Hey! You made it," she says, stepping aside to let me in. "Come on, no one's home. Parents left this morning, won't be back till New Year's. We can study all day if we want."

Just us. All day.

I mumble a hi and step inside, trying not to look down, but I do anyway. Fuck, they're huge.

She leads me to the living room. There's snacks on the coffee table, drinks, notebooks spread out. Big couch, TV off. She sits down and pats the spot next to her.

"I figured we'd start with math since that's the hardest. I made flashcards too."

She's so prepared, so nice. Always thinking ahead.

We start studying. She's close, our knees almost touching. Every time she leans over to point at something in the book, her sweater shifts and I get a better view of how full they are. Soft. Heavy. I can see the outline of her bra under the sweater.

I'm trying to focus on the problems, I really am, but my brain keeps drifting.

This is it. We're alone. No one around. No one to interrupt.

What if?

What if I just... asked? Or more?

No, I can't. She's too nice. She'd hate me.

But what if she didn't?

We take a break after an hour. She gets up to grab more drinks from the kitchen, and I watch her walk away. The sweater rides up a little in the back, leggings tight on her ass, but it's her chest that pulls my eyes when she turns around.

"Want soda or water?" she calls.

"Soda's fine," I say, voice cracking a bit.

She comes back with two cans, hands me one, and sits even closer this time. Our thighs touch now. She doesn't move away.

"You're really good at this stuff," she says, opening her notebook again. "Explain that last problem one more time?"

I lean in to show her, my arm brushing against her chest accidentally. Soft. So fucking soft. Just the side, but it sends a jolt straight to my dick.

She doesn't pull away.

My mind goes blank.

This is the only chance. Ever.

I don't think.

My hand moves on its own.

I grab her left tit, full on, cupping it through the sweater before my brain even catches up.

It's heavy. Warm. Softer than I imagined.

She gasps, freezes.

I freeze too, hand still there, squeezing a little without meaning to.

Then it hits me.

What the fuck did I just do?

I yank my hand back like I touched fire.

"Oh god, Chaeyeon, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean—fuck, I'm sorry!"

She's staring at me, eyes wide, mouth open a little. Not moving.

I feel tears coming already. Panic. Shame.

"Please don't hate me," I blurt out, voice shaking. "I just—your chest is so big and I think about it all the time and we're alone and I lost it, I'm so sorry, please don't tell anyone, I'll leave, I'll—"

I'm rambling, standing up, ready to run out the door.

She grabs my wrist before I can move.

"Wait," she says quietly.

I stop, looking at her. Tears in my eyes now, blurry.

She's still sitting, looking up at me. Not mad. Not yelling.

Just... surprised?

"Sit down," she says softly.

I do, legs shaky.

"You... think about my boobs all the time?"

I nod, can't look at her face. Staring at the floor.

"How long?"

"Since... forever. Like, months. Every day."

She doesn't say anything for a second.

I risk a glance. She's biting her lip a little, cheeks pink.

"And you... want to touch them?"

I nod again, throat tight.

More than that.

Way more.

The words come out before I can stop them.

"I think about... putting my dick between them. All the time. When I jerk off. Every night. I'm sorry, I know it's gross, I know you hate me now—"

"I don't hate you."

I look up.

She's looking at me, not smiling, but not angry either.

"You're crying," she says, reaching out and wiping a tear off my cheek with her thumb.

"I'm sorry," I whisper again.

She takes a breath.

"I've noticed you looking. A lot."

I want to die. Real die.

"But... you never said anything. You're always so quiet and sweet."

I don't know what to say.

She shifts a little on the couch, facing me more.

"Do you... really want that? To... use them?"

My heart stops.

I nod slow.

She looks down at her chest, then back at me.

"I've never... done anything like that. With anyone."

"Me neither," I say fast. "I've never even kissed anyone."

She smiles a tiny bit at that.

"You're really worked up about this?"

I grin awkwardly

She thinks for a minute. Long minute.

I sit there, waiting to be kicked out.

"Okay," she says finally.

I blink.

"What?"

"Okay. But... just that. Nothing else today. And you have to promise not to tell anyone. Ever."

I can't believe it.

"Yes, yes, I promise."

She grins little, cheeks redder now.

"I kinda... wondered what it would feel like. If someone wanted mine that bad."

She pulls her sweater up slow, over her head.

Gulp.

Underneath, a simple white bra, struggling to hold everything. Her tits spill out the top, sides, massive and pale.

She reaches behind, unhooks it.

Lets it fall.

They're free now.

Bigger than I dreamed. Heavy, hanging a little, pink nipples big and puffy.

I stare, mouth open. Shit

She laughs softly, nervous.

"Go ahead. Touch them. Properly this time."

My hands shake as I reach out.

Both of them this time.

I cup them, lift a little. Fuck, so heavy. Skin so soft.

She lets out a little breath.

"Warm," you say.

I squeeze gently, thumbs brushing her nipples.

She shifts closer.

My dick is rock hard, straining against my jeans.

She notices, glances down.

"You can... take it out. If you want."

I fumble with my zipper fast, pull it out. It's throbbing, precum already at the tip.

She looks at it, eyes wide.

"It's... nice."

I almost cum just from that.

"Lean back," she says softly, pushing my shoulders a little so I'm against the couch arm.

I do, breathing hard, cock sticking up straight.

She moves in closer, on her knees between my legs now.

She cups her tits from the sides, pushes them together tight.

They're so big, they mash up perfect, a deep cleavage right there.

Then she leans forward, brings them down to my cock.

Slides it right between them.

Oh fuck. Fuck

So warm. So soft.

She presses them harder around me, wrapping my dick completely in her massive tits.

Better than any porn.

She starts moving, slow at first, up and down, her hands holding them tight so it squeezes me just right.

I groan, head back, watching her work.

Her tits jiggle a little with each stroke, heavy and full.

She looks up at me, cheeks flushed, biting her lip.

"Like that?" she asks quietly.

"Yes," I moan. "So good."

She smiles a little, goes faster.

The feeling is unreal. Her skin sliding on me, warm and smooth, the pressure perfect.

She's doing all the work, bobbing her chest up and down, my cock disappearing between them over and over.

Precum slicks it up, making it easier, wetter.

I'm not gonna last long.

Not even close.

"I won't cum on you," I say fast. "I'll pull out—"

"It's okay," she whispers. "If you want. On them."

That does it.

I thrust up a little, but mostly let her keep going.

A few more strokes, and I cum hard.

Ropes of it shoot up, hit her chin a bit, then drip down over her tits, sticky and white.

She keeps moving slow till I'm empty, milking it out.

I shake, groaning loud.

She holds them together a second longer, then lets go slow.

Looks down at the mess on her chest.

"Wow," she says softly. "A lot."

"I'm sorry," I start again.

She shakes her head.

"It's fine. Kinda... hot, actually."

I sit there, spent, dick softening.

She stands up slow, right in front of me, grab tissues from the table, cleans up slow.

"I'm… really wet right now."

Fuck.

I don't say anything. Can't.

Then she hooks her thumbs in the waistband of her leggings.

Pushes them down, along with her panties.

Just like that.

They drop to her ankles. She steps out.

She's naked from the waist down.

Her pussy is right there.

Smooth, shaved clean, lips puffy and pink, glistening.

I never imagined it would look this good. This perfect.

A little wet trail on the inside of her thigh.

It's small and neat, clit peeking out a little, lips swollen.

So fucking pretty.

She's just standing there, letting me look.

No hiding. No shyness now.

My mouth goes dry.

"Chaeyeon…"

She smiles soft.

"Thought you should see. Since you've been thinking about me so much."

I stare. Can't stop.

She steps closer, climbs onto the couch, one knee on each side of me.

Straddles my lap.

Her bare pussy brushes my jeans first, then settles right on my cock.

It's already getting hard again fast.

She's warm. Wet. I feel it through the fabric at first, then she reaches down, pulls my soft-but-growing dick out again.

Slides her pussy along it.

Up and down slow.

No penetration. Just sliding.

Her wetness coats me instantly.

Soft lips hugging the top of my shaft, clit rubbing against it.

"Fuck, Chaeyeon…" I groan, hands going to her waist automatic.

I grab her there, fingers digging in a little.

She's so warm. Skin soft.

She rocks her hips slow, grinding on me.

Her tits bounce under the sweater with each move.

I can feel how slick she is. Hear it even, quiet wet sounds.

She leans in, breath on my neck.

"Maybe we can do this," she whispers. "Just this. For now."

I nod fast.

"Yes. Please."

She keeps going, sliding back and forth, pussy lips spread around my cock now.

It's like fucking without being inside.

So hot. So wet.

Her clit bumps the head every time she moves forward.

She lets out little breaths, soft moans.

I hold her waist tighter, help her move.

She doesn't stop me.

We go like that for minutes.

Slow at first, then faster.

Her wetness everywhere now, dripping down.

I'm rock hard again.

She leans back a little, hands on my shoulders, grinding harder.

Her tits jiggle more in front of me.

I want to touch her tits again, but I don't. Not yet. Not without her words.

This is enough.

More than enough.

She starts breathing faster.

"Feels good," she says quiet.

"Yeah," I manage.

She slides faster, clit rubbing right on me.

Her thighs shake a little.

I feel her tense.

Then she gasps, pushes down hard, grinds slow.

Cums.

Quiet, but I feel it.

Her pussy pulses against my cock, more wet.

She shivers, holds onto me.

I'm close too, just from that. From feeling her cum on me.

"Don't stop," I say.

She keeps moving, slower now, riding through it.

A few more slides and I cum again.

Not as much this time, but still shoots up between us, hits her stomach, her pussy.

She doesn't pull away.

Lets it land

We stay like that for a while, her straddling me, my cum sticky between us, her pussy still resting warm and wet against my softening cock.

She's breathing slow now, head on my shoulder, arms loose around my neck. I keep my hands on her waist, thumbs rubbing small circles on her bare skin.

Everything feels unreal. Like if I move too fast it'll all disappear.

She lifts her head after a minute, looks at me close.

"You okay?" she asks soft.

I nod. "Yeah. You?"

She smiles, small and shy again. "Really okay. That felt… good."

Her hips shift a little, just a tiny rock, and I feel myself twitch against her. Already starting to get hard again. Third time today. I didn't think that was possible.

She feels it too, glances down.

"Already?" she laughs quiet.

"So.. sorry" I mumble. "Can't help it."

Her cheeks go pink. She bites her lip, thinking.

I slide my hands down a little, to her hips, then her thighs. Bare. Smooth.

She doesn't stop me.

I'm throbbing now, full hard again fast.

She rocks once more, slow, sliding her wet pussy along me.

We both breathe out.

I can't take it anymore.

My hands tighten on her hips.

I lift her a bit, gentle but firm, and twist us so she's on her back on the couch.

She gasps soft as I push her down, but doesn't fight it.

Her legs spread automatic, knees up.

She's bare now, wet it's shining from sweat. Everything, tits, body, pussy, and it's perfect, everything from her is perfect.

I kneel between her legs, cock sticking straight out, head red and leaking.

She looks up at me, eyes big, breathing fast.

I grab the base, line up.

The head brushes her lips.

She shivers.

"Just the head," I say, voice shaky. "I promise. Just the head."

She nods slow.

"Okay."

I push forward slow.

The tip slides between her lips, spreads them.

Warm.

So fucking warm.

Wet.

Tight.

Just the head pops in.

We both groan.

She's so tight around it. Squeezing already.

Her hands grab my arms.

I hold still, just the head inside, feeling her pulse around me.

"Fuck, Chaeyeon…" I whisper.

She's biting her lip hard, eyes half closed.

"Good?" I ask.

She nods fast.

"Yeah. Really good."

I don't move yet.

Just stay there, feeling it.

Her walls flutter around the tip.

So hot inside.

I wanna push all the way, bury it deep, but I promised.

Just the head.

I pull back slow, almost out, then push the head in again.

Slow.

In and out.

Just that much.

She moans soft each time it pops in.

Her hips lift a little, wanting more. But she doesn't say it.

I keep the pace slow, fucking her with just the head.

Her pussy makes it easy, so slick.

Every time I pull back, her lips cling to me.

When I push in, she takes it easy.

Her tits bounce under with each little thrust.

I lean down, rest on my elbows over her.

Close now.

Face to face.

She wraps her arms around my neck.

I keep moving, slow and shallow.

Just the head.

Over and over.

"You feel so good," I whisper against her mouth.

She kisses me then.

First kiss ever.

Soft. Sweet.

Her tongue touches mine shy. I groan into it. Keep thrusting slow.

She breaks the kiss, breathing hard.

"More," she whispers. "Please."

I freeze. "You sure?"

She nods. "Just… a little more."

I push deeper.

Halfway now.

She gasps loud.

Tight. So fucking tight.

Hot. Wet walls squeeze me.

I pull back, push again. Deeper this time.

Three quarters.

She moans, legs wrapping around my waist. Pulling me.

"Don't stop," she says.

I can't hold back now.

I thrust slow but full.

All the way in.

Bottom out.

She cries out soft.

Buried deep.

Her pussy flutters hard around me.

I hold still again, let her adjust.

"So full," she whispers.

"Yeah."

I start moving. Slow deep thrusts. Out almost all the way, then back in.

She takes every inch easy now, so wet.

Her moans get louder. Hands in my hair.

I kiss her neck, her jaw. Thrust faster.

The couch creaks a little.

Her tits bounce hard. I lean down, suck one nipple.

She arches.

Moans my name. First time hearing it like that.

I fuck her steady. Harder now.

She's close. I feel it. Her pussy tightens. Thighs shake.

She grabs my back. Cums hard. Walls pulse around me.

Squeezing.

Milking.

I can't hold it. I thrust deep one last time.

Cum inside her. Hot. Lots. Filling her.

She holds me tight. We shake together.

I stay inside, breathing hard.

Don't wanna pull out.

Ever.

After a minute, I lift my head. Look at her.

She's smiling soft. Eyes glassy.

"That was… wow," she says quiet.

"Yeah."

I kiss her slow. She kisses back.

I finally pull out gentle.

Cum leaks out of her. On the couch a little. She doesn't care.

I lie next to her, pull her close.

Tits pressed against my chest.

Legs tangled.

We stay like that.

"I didn't plan that," she says after a while.

"Me neither."

She laughs soft. "But I'm glad."

"Me too."

She traces my chest with her finger.

"We should probably study eventually."

I laugh.

"Yeah. Eventually."

She snuggles closer.

"For now… this is good."

Best day of my life.