Tara was sitting in the office of Dr. Sam Anderson, plastic surgeon extraordinaire. The young woman, only eighteen years old, had always hated being flat. She had met and become sexually involved with Dr. Anderson and his wife Dr. Karen Spencer-Anderson on Tara’s first voyage as a maid with Deep Blue Cruises. She had confessed her distress with her lack of curves, and he had told her he would perform breast augmentation surgery at a severe discount if she wanted it. She had made the appointment a month ago, and had been waiting for her most recent voyage to come to an end. The day after she had docked, she had shown up at the office. It was at that moment that she informed Sam that she had changed her mind.
Sam looked at her and smiled. “It’s a scary prospect isn’t it?”
“Sort of,” she said. She was glad he wasn’t angry at her. He had set aside time for her and had offered her a great deal, but something had changed in her mind in the last few weeks. It had started when she had an impromptu three-way experience with her two best friends, the beautiful and voluptuous Keira and her bust guy-friend Paul. She had told Sam about what happened that night, and he had listened patiently.
“I’m going to want to do it someday,” she told him. “But I’m just not ready right now, and I don’t think I need it right now.” That was what had changed in her head. After being with Sam and Karen, then Paul and another friend Jeff and having that followed up by being with Paul and Keira, Tara had realized that people WERE attracted to her. She still wanted curves, but it wasn’t going to kill her to wait a couple of years and let her body finish developing a bit more before doing it. Sam had wholeheartedly agreed with that idea.
“I’ll be willing to do the surgery as long as I’m practicing, so just look me up when you’re ready.” Sam stood up to shake her hand, but she lunged across the desk and hugged him.
“Thanks for being understanding.”
“It’s more than all right. Hey, why don’t you bring you friends by the house this weekend? Karen will be having her first couple of days off in almost a month, and we’ve got a huge new grill that’s just been begging to get fired up!”
“That sounds like fun,” she said. “But who else would be there? I mean, I’m not sure how comfortable I’d be around a bunch of doctors . . . beside you and Karen I mean.”
“No offense taken,” he said. “Actually, we could just make it us and your friends if you like, but I’ve got some friends and neighbors that I think you’d get along with just fine. Invite whoever you want and bring your bathing suits.” Tara thought that would be fine, and it might be nice for some of her friends to mingle with a more sophisticated crowd.
He escorted her out to the office where Paul was waiting. Tara had told the gang about her change of heart earlier, but Paul had come along just in case she changed her mind again. Sam shook Paul’s hand, glanced at Tara and then gave her a quick wink that made her blush.
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Back at the house . . .
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Tara and Paul got back to Keira’s house, which was occupied by between six and nine other people at any given moment. So many of them were at sea so much that trying to afford their own places didn’t make much sense, and Keira didn’t mind the company or financial assistance. While the gang was free to crash anywhere in the living area or the two spare bedrooms, the master bedroom was Keira’s. During their first break, Keira had let Tara sleep in the giant king-sized bed with her, but that was before the things had gotten . . . sexual. When they had gotten in yesterday, she hadn’t wanted to stay in that room. It wasn’t that she wasn’t interested in “playing” with Keira, but she didn’t want Paul to think she was moving on. Quite frankly, she still wasn’t sure what she wanted. But Keira had insisted, and had even invited Paul to crash in there as well. They had all been far too tired to do anything but go to sleep anyway. But that wouldn’t be the case later in the evening.
A couple members of the Lounge Gang were hanging out and basking in the first day of their three-week break. Jeff and Thomas were playing basketball out in the driveway while Sunny was working on her tan in the backyard. Sunny was certainly a looker and a bit of an exhibitionist, and she had already drawn a number of appreciative glances from neighbors and housemates. Keira was at her desk paying the bills. Carlos was conspicuously absent. Carlos was notorious for his poor treatment of women he had slept with, and he had apparently had designs towards Tara when she first showed up. Keira had basically started sleeping with him just to keep him distracted, and she had done a masterful job. Keira was probably the only woman who Carlos had been so enraptured by that he hadn’t disrespected her, but she had dumped him when Tara decided that she had other and better options. Carlos had crashed at the house the previous night, but he was gone first thing in the morning.
Tara plopped down on the bed while Paul went to get a snack. Keira groaned and stretched her neck.
“How long have you been sitting there?” Tara asked, moving behind her friend and gently rubbing her friend’s neck and shoulders. She made no claims to being a great masseuse or anything, but sometimes even a little bit could help.
“A couple of hours. I hate paying bills. It’s my SECOND least favorite time of the month. That feels nice,” she said, leaning her head back until it rested on Tara’s chest. “By the way, for what it’s worth, I think you made the right call. Not getting the operation and all. Give yourself a bit more time.”
“I know. But it’s easy for you to say. You’re perfect.”
“Not hardly, but thanks for saying it.”
“Karen and Sam invited us over to their place for a swim and a barbecue. Told me to invite all my friends. Interested?”
“Free food and a chance to get half-naked?” Keira turned her head and smiled a bit.
“Okay,” said Tara, returned that smile, “that was a stupid question. Did you want me to get Sunny to work your shoulders?” Sunny gave almost notoriously good neck, shoulder and back rubs.
“No, what you’re doing is fine. Is everyone going to be invited to Karen and Sam’s?”
Tara wondered if Keira was worried about Carlos showing up. “I thought I’d invite the whole gang. I figured everyone needs to unwind a bit.”
Keira stopped, put the stuff she was working on down on the desk. “Sweetie, I just wanted you to know that it’s okay.”
“What’s okay?” Tara responded.
“To be confused and to want to take some things slowly. Paul and I both noticed that you got a bit quieter after that night we were all together. We talked a bit last night after you went to sleep.”
About that time, Paul appeared and dropped a sandwich and diet soda off on the desk. “Here you go,” he said to Keira. “I figured you hadn’t eaten yet.” As Keira greedily devoured the morsel, Paul wrapped an arm around Tara’s shoulders. “She’s right you know,” he said to the younger girl. “We don’t want you to think you have to chose one of us.”
Tara felt a surge or relief. “But can we still . . . you know?” She blushed.
“Anytime you want,” said Keira. “And if you want to be with other people, like . . . oh, say, Karen and Sam, that’s fine too. Just be careful.”
Tara’s arms were wrapped around Keira’s and she pressed her face against her friends. This gave her a great view straight down the dark-haired girl’s v-neck tee-shirt which was strained to the last trying to contain those 36-DD tits. Keira liked to let them bounce around unconstrained by a bra when she was at home. Tara was suddenly feeling very naughty. Her hands drifted down into Keira’s shirt and cupped the sides of those heavy, warm fun-bags.
“Sweetie,” Keira said throatily, “I need to pay bills.”
“You said ‘Anytime you want.’ I want now,” Tara said petulantly. “Paul would you close the door please?” she asked wiggling her ass at him.
“She’s got you there,” he said with an evil grin as he closed the door to the bedroom.
“You just want to get laid,” Keira said as Tara continued fondling those tits. Tara hadn’t really gotten to play with them as much as she would’ve liked that first night. As Tara was fondling, she felt Paul pressing his crotch into her ass, and she could feel his member hardening in his pants. Keira turned her head and her lips met Tara’s. The two of them kissed. The first time this had happened, they had swapped a load of Paul’s cum. This was warmer . . . friendlier. It felt good.
“Why don’t we continue this in bed?” Keira cooed. She reached down and pulled her shirt over her head. In the fifteen feet between Keira’s desk and that great big bed of hers, clothes went flying. All three of them were naked by the time any of them hit the mattress. Keira found herself on her back with a mouth on each nipple as both her lovers attached themselves to her most prominent features. Tara moved a hand over Keira’s crotch, cupping as much of it as she could and rubbing it in small circles.
“Fuck,” Keira whispered. “That feels good.”