She Tapes Her Big Boobs

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She Tapes Her Big Boobs


Emerald was so pretty and I loved it when we had track practice together. Those little shorts looked so good on her. Sometimes I wouldn’t go all out, I’d just stay back and admire her perfect butt as she ran. The hurdles were the best because her shorts stretched tightly across her fine ass.

The men coaches liked it when we had co-ed practice too. The girl coaches were pretty and of course they liked to stare at the younger girl’s asses too.

As for us boys, we liked to show off and try to impress the girls so we exerted a little extra effort.

After we practice, very few of the boys take a shower. It is a male shyness thing. However, I understood that all of the girls showered together. Rumor had it that even the coaches joined them in the big group shower room.

I left the boy’s locker room and was about to cross the opening to the girl’s locker room when I heard Emerald say, “I don’t take showers with the other girls because my boobs are too big.”

Her coach said, “Your breasts aren’t that big. I think that they are perfect for your body size.”

Emerald said, “I tape them so that they don’t look so big and flop all over the place when I run.”

Her coach asked, “Just how big are they?”

Emerald replied, “34-DD and I’m afraid that the other girls will be jealous, that the boys will drool, and that I’ll give myself two back eyes.”

Her coach chuckled and said, “You are probably right about the other girls being jealous of your big boobs. I have to smile when I think about all of those boys running with hard-ons and staring at you when they fall over the hurdles or run into one another.”

Emerald giggled and said, “Yeah, that would be funny. Especially if it was that foxy boy.”

Her coach said, “Fran?”

Emerald giggled again and said, “That’s the one. He makes my panties so wet that I need to buy some panty liners.”

Her coach said, “I would let him do me too. Say, how about a threesome…you, me, and that dream boat? Besides, I’d love to get my hands on your big boobs…my mouth too.”

Emerald popped out of the doorway, took one look at me and asked, “How much of that did you hear?”

I replied, “All of it, I think.”

She asked, “Are you going tell anyone?”

I said, “Not if you don’t want me too.”

She gave a sigh of relief.

Then I asked, “Do I get to see them?”

She smiled and said, “Maybe! But you will have to take me out for dinner and a movie first. And not at some fast food place either.”

I smiled and said, “Just what I’ve always wanted…a girlfriend that isn’t a cheap date.”

Emerald said, “I’ll take that as a compliment. As to the girlfriend part…maybe you will have to earn that.”

We decided that our first date would be on Friday evening, the restaurant of my choice, and the movie of her choice…even if it was going to be a chick flick.

On Thursday, I told Emerald that we had reservations at the Duck Stop in Candor, a town about thirty miles away.

On Friday she told me the name of the movie and that she would be wearing a sex black strapless dress.

When I knocked on her door her mother opened it and invited me in. I handed a dozen yellow roses to her mother. Then I put a bottle of wine and a box of chocolates on her desk. She asked how I managed to purchase the wine. I told her that my mother bought it for me to give to her. She smiled.

Emerald descended the stairs like a Princess. In my head music played and fireworks erupted.