The other two looked at her strangely.

"It's just…" she looked down at her own narrow, cone like breasts and shrugged. "I just kind of wondered what all that… feels like."

"Go on, Keri, let her feel'em," Lauren laughed. There was a husky undertone to her words though, and her eyes were staring at Keri's big boobs.

"If you want," Keri shrugged, letting go of her breast and acting casual.

Amy stood up and moved in front of her, her eyes looking nervously at the big round breasts in front of her.

"They won't bite, Amy," Lauren taunted. Again, there was a strange throatiness to her voice. She stood up, moving forward and leaning against the wall on Keri's left.

Amy reached a hand out tentatively, her hand drawing back instantly when her fingers made contact with Keri's right breast. Then she pushed her hand forward, laying it against the breast, feeling Keri's chest rise and fall beneath it. She slowly and gently squeezed her fingers around the meaty sacks. Her eyes were wide as she observed her fingers pushing inward, digging deep indentations in the soft flesh.

Lauren, acting blase, stretched her hand out and cupped Keri's left breast, squeezing her fingers inward.

Keri felt her breast swelling under her friends' hands. She leaned backwards against the counter, pushing her breasts up and out.

The air in the little room was close and hot, all three of them were sweating and tense. There was an air of tension, of something about to happen, something new and extraordinary, something none of them knew how to hasten or avoid.

Lauren moved closer, and then suddenly, she sighed and her mouth came down on Keri's breast. She pushed her face into the thick meaty bag, rubbing her mouth against the warm skin. Her mouth opened and closed around Keri's hard, fat nipple, sucking it in.

Amy stared at her aghast, then looked back to Keri's other breast, and her hand squeezing it.