The sun dipped behind the trees as the crickets came out to sing. Dylan leaned over and plugged in the hanging string lights he had hidden before Aurora had arrived. The warm glow mirrored that of a perfect sunset. The couple had finished their nibbles hours ago, but they hadn’t noticed.
They talked, laughed, and even argued about which is the best Skittle color. Every laugh from Dylan turned into a wheeze from the two impacts from his date’s impressive bust. Her eyes would narrow, her brow furrowing. “Dylan… are you okay?”
“Ma’am, I’m a big boy. I can take a few high-impact shots to the chest,” he laughed at his own joke, but winced.
“Seriously, we should take you to see a doctor.”
“I’ll be fine for the next few hours. Tomorrow, first thing, I’m seeing a doctor. You can even join me, if you think that will be fun,” Dylan stifled a laugh and just smiled.
“It’s the least I can do,” Aurora smiled contentedly. She looked around to the lights, the trees, the impressive spread. “Dylan, you really did an amazing job with all this. I’ve never been on a date like this. Even remotely close to this, honestly.”
“Why is that, Aurora? You’re quite a sweetheart, and I’ve heard you take a few swings at yourself and your dating life,” Dylan hesitated. “When was the last time you went on a date?”
Aurora sipped her wine and thought back, wincing at the painful memories. “I… I really don’t know. I’ve had the occasional hookup, which always makes me feel good afterwards. Love a guy who ghosts me after opening myself up to him.”
“What about… a partner?” Dylan probed further.
“Um…” Aurora crossed her arms, trying to make herself smaller.
“I’m sorry, I crossed a line again. You don’t need to answer,” Dylan insisted, but Aurora waved him away.
“You did no such thing. Clearly, I’m a bit sensitive about it,” she laughed it off. “I think you’ve earned a bit of my backstory. I’ve never truly had a serious relationship. Not for a lack of trying, to be clear!” Aurora tried to overcompensate.
“That’s ok. It’s their loss,” Dylan smiled, but Aurora rolled her eyes.
“You can only say that so many times before it stops feeling true.” Her eyes got misty. “Look, I’m going to level with you. I cry. I don’t want to, but it’s how my body reacts, even at dumb little things. I cried when I saw a puppy in a sweater on Insta. I was in a grocery store checkout line!” She laughed while wiping her eyes.
She continued, “I’ve actually been working on this … predicament. I’ve worked with therapists, and I have a step-by-step program to … win.”
“Win?” Dylan asked.
“Or what I think is win. I need to learn to love myself, put myself out there, and find a way to be comfortable alone. Not that I’ll end up alone for the rest of my life, but I’m painfully aware I’ve decided to hook up with shitty people who just use me.” Another sip of wine while she cleared her throat, fighting back the bigger tears.
Dylan smiled out of the corner of his mouth, narrowing his eyes. Almost as if he were about to cry as well. “Well, two things. One: I love to hear that. Taking care of oneself isn’t easy. I don’t know what you’ve been through, but we’ve all got our… stuff.” He smiled, and a tear fell from his eye. “Sorry, haha. Two: I’m also a crier. Hopefully, it looks masculine when I do it.”
Aurora chuckled heartily, her massive breasts bouncing and fighting against the confines of her bras. “Just taking things…”
“... one step at a time.” Dylan finished. “Hell yes, Aurora. That’s all we can do.”
They locked eyes. Their misty gaze was intense, but kind. It was as if they were reading each other. Feeling each other. Aurora reached across the table and touched his hand. “Thank you, Dylan.” He nodded and grabbed her hand back. He rubbed over her soft fingers, tracing every detail.
“Well… I’m glad to hear you liked this little… thing I threw together,” he motioned to the lights and spread on the table.
“I love it. Makes me think of when I would go camping with my family growing up. It’s so cozy.”
“I’m all about cozy,” Dylan smiled. “Are you still a camper?”
Aurora blushed, “I’m afraid to say that it’s my entire personality.”
“Oh, that’s music to my ears. I think we should plan a camping trip. Are we camping in the desert, or are we looking for a mountain view?”
“Well… I’ve been dying to try beach camping,” Aurora bit her lip in excitement.
“Just be ready to get sand everywhere,” Dylan smirked.
“Oh, good point. But I would still love to sit by the seaside while the sun dips below the water. A campfire dancing in the breeze, drinking beers, and reading spooky stories. Sounds like heaven.”
“Then we will make it so,” Dylan clinked his glass to hers and finished his wine. He reached for the bottle in the cooler, but it was finished. “Uh oh, I think the party is over.”
“I could hang out here a bit longer. We don’t need drinks to have a good time,” Aurora finished her wine and set it down. “Can I just say thank you?”
“You’ve thanked me quite a bit, ma’am,” said Dylan.
“No… I just… I’m going to say something that feels cringe, but it matters. You ready?”
“Hit me with it,” Dylan leaned forward in anticipation.
“You’ve been… very respectful… when it comes to looking at my chest,” as she said that, Dylan strained to not look down at the buoy-sized tracts of land bouncing. He’d been consciously trying to avoid them all day.
“It’s the least I could do,” he muttered.
“No, no. I’m not stupid. They’re like a car crash, it’s impossible to tear your eyes away,” she laughed at herself, but her words were harsh.
“Hey, they are not a car crash! Now, can they wreck a car…” Dylan smirked.
“Technically, that was you who dented the car. I just… nudged you into it,” Aurora was growing red in the cheeks.
“Is that the official statement from the lady with the… impressive chest?” Dylan was clearly being careful to pick his words.
“It is, sir,” she giggled. “I just know they’re hard to avoid. You’ve been very good about not just gawking at them…” she trailed off.
“I wanted to be at least a little bit of a gentleman on the first official date,” Dylan said, grabbing her hand again. “Listen, I’m not going to pry, but I have to ask - are you… Doing ok?”
Aurora leaned back, “Of course. I’m having a great time with you.”
“No, I mean… do you… Are you in pain… because of those?” Dylan nodded his head towards her chest.
“No, no, no,” she answered too quickly. “I mean… they bump into things, sure. They break bras whenever I’m doing something important. They make it nearly impossible to run or work out, but I have to in order to build back muscles. They don’t hurt when I hit you, not once, but twice!” She was scrambling; the floodgates were open. “They make me look morbidly obese, which I try to correct with tighter clothes, but then I’m labeled a whore just because I was born to be this way! But no, they don’t hurt - they just… make things difficult.”
Dylan noticed Aurora was gripping the table. “You don't… open up about this a lot… do you?”
She shook her head. “No… no, I don’t.” Aurora’s breath was quivering as she tried to calm down. It was like a runaway train - she was saying things she’s never vocalised before, not even to her therapist. “I… I’m very aware of them and the effect they have on people. It’s why… a lot of other possible relationships haven’t worked out. Either I hear someone never shut up about them, or keep asking when I’m going to get a reduction. Never just someone accepting them and moving on…”
“I… I accept them,” Dylan was looking for the right words.
Aurora tilted her head and smiled at him, “My dear boy - you just met me. And them. You don’t know what you’re getting into.”
“I can handle it,” Dylan was so sure of himself.
“Oh? Is that so?” With some effort and a ton of breast meat jiggling, Aurora scooted her chair until she was right in front of Dylan. “You tell me when I should stop, ok?”
“What do you-oh,” Aurora leaned forward and slowly lowered her breasts on his legs. She could feel his thighs sinking into her, her tits wrapping around them. The weight off her back was nice, but she could see him squirming. He was red in the face, either from the pressure or, which she expected, arousal. “I’m doing fine,” he squeaked.
“Is that so? Because this is only about 5% of the weight. I can do more,” she leaned forward as she said this, smiling a bit. She’d never intentionally pinned anyone before, but she didn’t mind it.
“I… I’m fine, Aurora. I can handle this,” he was desperately trying to hold it together. It was cute, Aurora thought.
“Hmmm…” she stopped, leaving the weight on him for a few more seconds before pulling back. He couldn’t help but sigh and catch his breath once he was free. “Alright, you passed the first test.”
“You look very proud of yourself,” Dylan said as he rubbed his legs.
“I just want you to get a taste up front in case you think you’ve hit this medical wonder or living sex icon. You’re hitching your wagon to a literal cow.” Aurora reached up and shook on tit with her arm. She couldn’t grip it, really, but still lifted it with her arm and gave it a wiggle.
“You really like to use harsh language about yourself. You should be nicer to Aurora. I happen to like her,” Dylan smiled, knowing he had said the right words.
“I’ll work on that, while you work on being more honest if I break your leg or something,” Aurora looked down at his pants, noticing a bit of a tent. Dylan covered himself with a napkin.
“Sorry, it’s just … involuntary,” now he was blushing.
“Hey, I don’t blame you. You just had some tits on your lap. You get a pass,” she stood up, her tits now eye level with Dylan. She leaned forward, her tits reaching his lap again. Not nearly as much weight, but she could feel him squirming underneath him. “If I’m too much, you need to be honest with me. Deal?” She leaned closer, her lips close to his. Her warm breath caressed his lips while her tits rested softly on his lap.
“Deal,” Dylan said before kissing her. Her lips were plump and his were strong. Nothing too intense, but they held the kiss for a while. He gave her lip a small bite before she pulled away.
“I liked that,” she whispered.
“Me too. And in the spirit of being honest… my legs are asleep from your breasts,” he laughed to himself.
She gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “I told you, my guy. Just know what you’re getting into,” she teased. But she could feel something more with Dylan. She barely felt the doubt creeping in that this could, maybe, be too good to be true.
TO BE CONTINUED