Back Rub

Back Rub

Jasmine let out a sigh as she tried to suck in her gut just a little more and puff out her chest, but to no avail.

“Why won’t they grow?!?” she complained in an exasperated tone as she looked down at her nearly flat chest. Just then she heard her phone ring. Deciding that looking in the mirror wasn’t going to help her chest grow any, she walked over to her bedside dresser and picked it up. As soon as she brought the receiver to her ear, she was greeted by the bight, cheerful tone of her friend Whitney.

“Hey Jas, I had to come into town today to pick up some stuff and was wondering if you’d like to get something to eat with me?” Like always, Whitney was talking too fast for Jasmine to get a word in. “I’ll be there in a few minutes see you then!” And with that she hung up.

“Well...I am kind of hungry,” Jasmine commented as she picked up her dress and slipped it on.

(And it’s always fun hanging around with her), Jasmine thought to herself as she pictured her friend, whose personality was the exact opposite of hers in nearly every way. After fixing her hair up, Jasmine went out to her living room and saw Whitney sitting there on her couch.

“H...How did you get in?” she asked, surprised.

“Oh, I found the key you left under the mat. That’s really not a good idea; I mean, anyone could just wander in here,” Whitney said, sounding concerned.

“And even though you’re a great trainer, you're way too meek!” the chipper girl said as she got up and walked over to her, pulling Jasmine into a tight hug, burying the other girl’s face in-between her large breasts.

After several moments, Whitney released her, and Jasmine took several deep breaths. “Were you trying to suffocate me?!?” she demanded in a louder than normal voice, blushing. Whitney chuckled as she scratched the back of her head.

“Sorry about that. Sometimes I forget how big I am,” she said, pointing at her chest. Jasmine crossed her arms over her own lacking chest, blushing. “Okay...let’s just go.”

“Wow, I don’t know how you can eat that much and stay so thin!” Whitney said, looking at the pile of plates in front of Jasmine, who was dabbing at her mouth with a folded napkin.

“I guess I’m just lucky like that,” Jasmine said, rubbing her stomach.

“I just wish I could put on some more weight in a free spot,” she said, patting her chest as she blushed.

“What are you talking about? You look great!” Whitney told her right away, jumping up from the table and drawing the attention of nearly everyone in the building. Jasmine sank into her chair a little, blushing. Realizing how embarrassed her friend was, Whitney sat back down. “Sorry about that. I’ll just pay and we can get out of here.”

“I still don’t get why you're jealous,” Whitney said between giggles as Jasmine poured her a cup of tea.

“What’s not to get? Just look at you,” she said, pointing at Whitney’s ample bust.

“Every time we go out, everyone stares at you. And as for me, the only guys who ever glance my way are perverts who like young girls! I’ve got zero sex appeal,” Jasmine complained, before gulping down her entire cup and pouring herself some more.

Whitney puffed up her cheeks. “That’s just stupid! You're really cute and sexy in your own way, and that way is so much different being conventionally sexy that it's practically irresistible! And truth is, I’m jealous of you, because it’s really annoying having everyone leer at me everywhere I go. I may get more attention, but it's not the kind of attention you should WANT. And on top of that, having big boobs like this is really inconvenient. It’s hard to find bras that fit, and on top of that, I have a lot of back problems from it...and I’m not even twenty yet!” Whitney said, gripping her breasts and frowning.

“So is it really bad?” Jasmine asked.

“Not most of the time, but I get cramps sometimes in my lower back, and they can get pretty bad.”

After a few moments, Jasmine said something uncharacteristically bold. “If you want, I could give you a massage. It might help.”

Whitney’s eyes lit up. “Really? That would be great!” Whitney began to unbutton her shirt. Jasmine blushed deeply as Whitney’s large firm breasts sprung free, completely braless.

“Like I said, it’s really hard to find bras. I know I'm going to regret not wearing one more often some day, but it's just such a pain,” Whitney said with a slight chuckle, causing her breasts to jiggle slightly. Jasmine gulped slightly.

Her friend lay down on the couch. After giving her a few seconds to get comfortable, Jasmine straddled her rear, before pressing her hands against the pale, soft skin of Whitney’s shoulders. She began to softly knead the flesh. Right away Whitney let out a soft moan of contentment, which caused Jasmine to get even more flustered than she already was. It made her want to do more than just a normal massage...but she pushed those thoughts aside and kept working, slowly moving her way down.

As Jasmine kept going lower, she couldn’t help but want to sneak one small touch. So she very discreetly let her fingertips drop down and lightly brush the sides of the soft mounds.

Whitney let out a small gasp, but didn’t say anything, so Jasmine decided to get a bit more bold. She moved her hands down just a bit further and gave Whitney’s breasts a soft squeeze. Whitney made a soft coo.

“Going a little low, aren’t you?” she asked.

“S-Sorry, m-m-my hand slipped...”

Jasmine went back to rubbing along Whitney’s back, slowly working her way down to her lower back, just above her rear.

(Not only does she have nicer boobs than me, but a better butt, too. I guess I shouldn't be surprised...everything about me stopped developing when I was eleven!) Jasmine thought to herself jealously.

Just like before, Jasmine did something she knew was out of character, and gave Whitney’s ass a firm squeeze.

“You know, that’s getting a bit annoying,” Whitney said firmly. Right away Jasmine felt her face go bright red, but before she could start to try and stammer out anything, Whitney began to talk again. “If you want to feel me up, all you have to do is ask.”

Jasmine’s mind went blank for a few seconds. “W...What?” she asked in a stunned tone.

Whitney sat up and turned her head as best she could to look at her friend. “Oh come on, I know you were checking me out earlier. And just so you know, I’ve had a crush on you for a while. Maybe it makes me, as you said, a pervert who likes little girls, but I can't lie to myself and pretend that you aren't the most adorable, innocent, deliciously sexy person I know. But I know how shy you are, and that if I ever made a move I’d probably just scare you off. But now...”

Jasmine had no idea what to say or think. She never had even the slightest idea that Whitney thought of her as anything more than a friend, and now here she was, half naked and offering her the chance to do whatever she wanted with her.

“Are you alright, or did your brain break?" Whitney asked, looking back at her friend, who just sat there with huge blank eyes.

After several moments, Jasmine’s mind finally rebooted. “Are you serious?” she asked, still not believing what she had just been told. Whitney gave a small sound of affirmation. "Yup...do anything you want!"

With that, Jasmine felt her usual shyness melt away. She got off of Whitney, and in a matter of seconds stripped naked. She then quickly pulled off her friend's pants and panties, as well as her socks, before she got back into her original position.

“You said anything, right?” Jasmine asked one last time.

“Yeah, anything!”

Jasmine had Whitney lift one of her legs up so she could get at her foot, which she began to lick, moving slowly from the heel up to her toes. As she did, she also let her one of hands dip down and start to finger Whitney, while she used her other hand on herself while gently grinding against her ass. As Jasmine rubbed and fingered her, Whitney could do nothing more than moan lovingly as her long-time secret crush and best friend played with her. And the more she moaned, the more intensely Jasmine would finger her. After several minutes, Jasmine came, her juices trickling down Whitney’s ass and over her cunny, which was enough to set her off as well.

Once Jasmine calmed down, she got up again. “Well, I’m finished with your back...how about I massage your front now?” Jasmine suggested. Whitney rolled over right away.

Jasmine laid on top of her so that their chests were pressing together, as were their pussies. Jasmine began to slide her entire body so that the two of them could rub against each other. Whitney reached back and firmly gripped Jasmine’s flat little butt, making her yelp. At that moment she pulled her into a kiss, slipping her tongue into the shy girl’s mouth for a few seconds. Jasmine was caught completely off guard as Whitney explored her mouth, gently sucking on her tongue, but she got over her shock pretty quickly and began to return the kiss with even more vigor.

Jasmine broke the kiss. “You know Whitney, I’m still really jealous of these, no matter what you say,” Jasmine said as she grabbed hold of Whitney’s large, full breasts. “So I’m going make sure to enjoy them as much as I can!”

As soon as she finished her words, she took one of the firm pink nipples into her mouth and began to suckle, while using her fingers to tease and pinch the other one. After only a few seconds, though, she stopped and lifted her head, shocked at the taste of warm milk in her mouth and the sight of the sweet white liquid dripping out of the other one.

“Y-Yeah, that’s...another reason I don’t like having such big boobs...” Whitney explained. “I have to milk myself at least twice a day or else I leak through my shirts. And sometimes that's not enough, if I'm really aroused, which I am...”

For several moments, Jasmine seemed to be frozen, and Whitney was worried that she might be turned off by it. But then Jasmine just grinned, before latching onto her nipple again, sucking harder and flicking her tongue against the sensitive nub as well. Jasmine gulped down Whitney’s milk as fast as she could, moaning the whole time. That alone would have been enough to make the pink-haired girl cum, but Jasmine kept rubbing against her, their clits brushing together every few seconds, and in no time at all she came harder than she ever had before in her entire life. Jasmine kept drinking for nearly another minute, making her cum a second time, just as intensely as before.

Once she had gotten her fill, Jasmine sat up. “You know, drinking lots of milk helps people grow...so I’m going to do this every day!” she said, leaning in and kissing Whitney again. After a few moments, they broke away again.

“Well, I hope you'll forgive me for hoping it doesn't do anything for you...you're perfect beauty to me already. And you know, Jas, you’ve done a lot for me, but haven’t gotten very much attention yourself,” Whitney said, before gently pushing her friend off and onto the floor. Before the other girl could say anything, Whitney buried her face in Jasmine’s crotch and began eating her out, plunging her tongue in deep and swirling it around as she used her hands to play with her small breasts. In no time at all Jasmine came, with Whitney lapping up every last drop of her cum.

As soon as she was done, Whitney lifted herself up and kissed Jasmine deeply, while still groping her flat little breasts. The two of them spent the rest of the night taking turns pleasuring each other, with Jasmine paying special focus to Whitney’s breasts the whole time.