Perky And Perfect

Cindy stood in front of the mirror, half-dressed, when Laura and Jess started talking about their chests like they were godsends. Laura squeezed her own heavy tits together and laughed, saying size mattered more than Cindy thought. Jess nodded, cupping hers like a pair of ripe melons, and both of them noticed how quiet Cindy got. She crossed her arms over her flat chest, small nipples pressing against thin fabric. The compliments kept coming, thick as syrup, but they slid right off her. Laura saw the doubt still sitting behind her eyes and stopped talking. Jess tilted her head, then grinned. "Fuck this pep talk," she said, stepping closer. They didn’t ask twice. Laura’s hands slipped under Cindy’s shirt, fingers stroking those modest swells like she’d found something rare. Jess followed, mouth warm, sucking one nipple until Cindy shivered. The three of them tumbled onto the bed in a tangle of legs and bare skin. Laura’s tongue traced slow circles over Cindy’s chest while Jess spread her legs and licked lower, keeping the focus right where the self-doubt lived. Cindy moaned without meaning to. When the friends leaned back and offered their bigger tits, she didn’t hesitate. She sucked Laura’s nipple deep, then Jess’s, fingers sinking into soft flesh until the three of them moved together like they’d been waiting for this exact permission.