Becca's Bountiful Boobage

Becca stared at herself in the mirror. Her face was merely okay. She wasn’t gorgeous, but she certainly wasn’t ugly. She had a nose that was a touch straighter than she would like. Her big green eyes kind of made up for that, though. She turned sideways and sighed. She thought for the millionth time about putting eyeball stickers on her tits so for once, men would actually make eye-contact with her.
She was a tiny little thing, except for her bountiful boobage. She was 5 foot nothing and weighed barely a hundred pounds. She’d thought many times that losing weight would make them get smaller, and had starved herself more than once. They never got smaller, though. She was stuck with these huge ugly things until she could save up enough money to get a boob job, but not the kind most women wanted. Becca wanted a breast reduction so badly she could taste it.
It wasn’t that her boobs made her self-conscious. That wasn’t the problem at all. Becca hated that men thought she was a giant pair of tits with arms and legs. She could find one, once in an eon, who wouldn’t stare. More than once men had stared at her tits and said, “You have beautiful brown eyes.” Her green eyes were constantly offended. She had high hopes for tonight, though. Tonight was going to be her night.
She pulled on an extra-tight t-shirt and smiled to herself. She’d been celibate for too long again. Tonight was the night. She was going to the local single’s bar. The first man to be nice to her without staring at her tits was going to get his world rocked. Men who stared at her boobs would be allowed to buy her drinks and go home and jack-off thinking about them.
She’d gone through way too many batteries lately in her quest for self- pleasure. That was going to end. She wasn’t really looking for a relationship or Mr. Right. Tonight, she’d be thrilled with Mr. Right Now!
She walked the block from her apartment complex to the bar she’d chosen. She didn’t want to take her car, because it was easier to just ride home with whichever man was her chosen target for the night.
When she stepped into the bar, she heard the silence around her. It was filled, as usual, with mostly men. For some reason, women hadn’t yet figured out that men were at this bar. As soon as they did, it would be so crowded no one would be able to move. It was upscale, with nice tables and booths, and an upbeat band.
Becca headed to a table in the corner and sat down, crossing her legs in her short skirt. She scanned the men in the bar, trying to guess which one would be able to make eye contact with her. She really hoped it would be the man at the bar with the tight blue t-shirt. He wasn’t too tall, and would fit her nicely. His muscles bulged beneath the shirt. He looked like he could provide the kind of wild ride she was looking for tonight.
Becca prided herself on knowing what she wanted and going after it. She worked for a mortgage lender, and was the best damn employee that had ever walked through their doors if she did say so herself. And she did. Often. She stared at the back of the man’s head, willing him to look at her. Would he do it?
The lone waitress in the bar wandered over to ask her what she’d like. The waitress was an older woman who was obviously bored with her job, but didn’t think she’d be out of it anytime soon. She’d been pretty once, but life had left its marks all over her face. “Amaretto sour, please.” The waitress jotted it down and walked off slowly, in no hurry to get her order or anyone else’s.
Becca continued to stare at the man sitting at the bar. She was certain she could have him on his knees begging for a moment of her time in a few short minutes. Why didn’t he turn around?
Her eyes moved to the door as another man came in and went to sit by the hottie at the bar. Hmmm. Friends? Or lovers? She couldn’t help but wonder if the hottie was not as straight as she was looking for.
The newcomer whispered into the other man’s ear, and the hottie turned around and looked at Becca. His eyes met hers across the bar. There was no sweep of his eyes up and down her body, as she usually experienced. It was just a straight eye-shot. Gay or straight? Please be straight. Please be straight.
Both men stood and walked over to Becca’s table. Mr. Hottie sat down next to her and grinned. The other man sat on the other side. Hottie said, “My brother here tells me you were watchin’ me when he came in.”
Most women would have been embarrassed to be caught staring, but not Becca. She wanted this man and wasn’t shy about it. “Of course, I was staring at you. You’re the sexiest man in the bar.”
He laughed. “I’m Kevin and this is my brother, Kyle. You lookin’ to get laid tonight?”
Becca grinned. “Oh yeah.” Neither man had dropped their eyes below her neck. She was truly impressed. “You interested?”
Kevin threw back his head and laughed. “Course I’m interested, but with one stipulation. My brother and I do everythin’ together. You up for both of us?”
Becca’s eyes widened. She hadn’t expected that. Of course, screwing two hot men at the same time was on her bucket list. It was on every woman’s bucket list right? She eyed the men. They were both shorter than average, which she liked. Both had dark hair and brown eyes. Both looked as if they spent hours a day in the gym. What would it be like to be with two men?
She watched them considering. “Maybe.”
Kyle reached out and stroked her thigh, coming very close to the juncture of her legs. Becca felt a tingle run up her spine as the moisture pooled between her legs. Kevin moved his chair closer to her other side. He put his finger under her chin and tilted her face to his. His mouth slowly descended to hers kissing her softly.
She had never felt anything in her life that was as erotic as having a man’s hand on her thigh while she was kissing another. She was already so turned on she wiggled in the chair, grinding herself against it to try to relieve the ache. She’d skipped panties knowing she’d be taking them off soon. Why waste her best pair when she’d only wear them for an hour?
She wrapped her arms around Kevin’s neck, and Kyle shifted his hand further up her thigh, until he was pressing her clit under her short skirt. She moaned into Kevin’s mouth as she thrust closer to Kyle’s hand.
After a moment, she tore her mouth from Kevin’s frantically. “We’ve got to get out of here. I need someone fucking me and fast!”
Kyle laughed softly. “So…you’re taking us both?”
She sucked in her breath. She wanted to, but could she? The waitress dropped her drink on the table and she gulped it down quickly, thankful for the extra few seconds to think. “Yeah, let’s do it.”