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She really did want to know. There was only one guy she could find out with, and that was Tim Young. He wasn't really her boyfriend. She'd just called him that in front of Mr. Caldicott. But he was a close classmate of hers from school, and they had been out on a few dates together. He'd kissed her a few times, but that was all. He'd never even tried to touch her tits. But Stacy was sure that with a little encouragement, he would do anything she wanted… On Friday night, she was babysitting at the Benson house. About once a month, the Bensons went out on the town and didn't come home till very, very late. Stacy phoned up Tim and invited him over to keep her company. She told him she needed help with her homework, but what she meant of course was that she needed help with her sex research.

Tim rushed over, always eager to spend time with Stacy. And for half an hour, the two of them did actually do some schoolwork together. The whole time, Stacy was wondering how to bring up the subject of sex. For the life of her, she couldn't figure out how to do it. Finally she decided on the direct approach. What did she have to lose? Tim could only run from the house in panic, and she doubted he'd do that.

"Tim, do you think I'm pretty?" she asked suddenly, standing up in front of him. She stretched her arms above her head, the way Caldicott had taught her, and twisted slowly from side to side.

"I sure do," said Tim warmly. "You're the most beautiful girl in school, Stacy – everybody knows that." Stacy smiled.

"But do you think I'm… you know, sexy, as well? Do I get you excited at all?" She continued shifting from side to side in front of him, and her lush tits strained the front of her T- shirt. For the first time in her entire life, she had not worn a bra. The outlines of her nipples and areolas were clearly visible. The tits looked like they'd burst the tight fabric any second.

"Stacy, you know you do. You get me real excited every time I see you," he said.

"Then how come you don't… you know… try to touch me and everything?" She came over to the couch where he was sitting and eased herself down beside him. She leaned close, so that one large tit molded into his shoulder. Ha heart was pounding in her chest. It was a strange sensation, to be taking the initiative like this. With Mr. Caldicott, she'd just stayed passive and done anything he told her.

"Gee Stacy, I didn't know you wanted me to touch you," he said nervously. "I was scared you'd think I was a jerk or something if I tried to feel you up."

Stacy sat up straight and leaned in towards him. She was thrusting out her tits in invitation, letting him see the glorious tit mounds as they bulged against her T-shirt. She took a deep breath and looked him in the eye. "You can touch my titties now, if you want to, Tim. I won't think you're a jerk." she muttered.

"Go ahead. Feel them. I want you to." Tim stared at her with a glazed expression for maybe ten seconds. Then he reached out with both hands and cupped her tits gently. He pressed his hands to the undersides of the tit globes and hefted them, testing their weight. They were so firm and solid, he couldn't believe it. Her tits rested on his palms like two heavy sacs filled with fluid. He held ha tits like that for some time, unable to take his eyes off them.

"Well? Do they feel nice? Is it good to touch them?" Stacy smiled. His hands felt very pleasant on her tits.

"Stacy, they're fantastic. They're beautiful!" He pressed his fingers more firmly into the lush tit flesh and squeezed.

"You can play with them if you like. You can touch the nipples and everything," she went on, surprised at herself. This was so unlike her. All her life, she'd been so shy and reserved. Tim let his thumbs curl up from the undersides of her tits, till they pressed against the stubs of her nipples.

Her nipples were already denting the front of her T- shirt like bullets, but now they seemed to grow longer and stiffer. He teased his thumbs back and forth across her nipples, urging them up off their puffy areolas. They were so hot and hard to the touch, even through her T-shirt.

"Stacy, you're really stacked," Tim said, meaning to be complimentary. "And your nipples are so hard and long! God, Stacy, you're just so sexy!"

"I'm glad you think so," she smiled. "But squeeze my titties harder. Really dig your fingers into them."

The young man did as she asked, pressing his fingers deep into the tit mounds and kneading them like dough. He kept flicking her nipples with his thumbs the whole time, fascinated that they were telescoping at his touch. His hands rolled her tits around and around on her chest, cramming them out of shape against her slender body. They were solid but springy, as if they'd been over-inflated.

"Would you like to see them?" Stacy gasped, sparks flying through her chest. "I'll let you undress me if you like, Tim. Would you like to see my titties?"

"Would I!" Tim groaned. He let go of her tits at last and waited for her to tell him what to do.

"Here, pull my T-shirt up," she instructed. And she sat up straight in front of him and raised her arms up above her head. Her tits stretched beautifully under the tight cotton fabric.

With trembling fingers Tim clutched at the bottom of the T-shirt and pulled upwards. He saw her navel, and her flat golden belly came into view. Then her rib cage and the hollow beneath her cleavage. Finally the shirt rolled up over her chest and he saw her stunning young tits in all their glory. He paused and gazed at her swollen tits with a look of deep respect. "Mmmfff!" Stacy mumbled, the T-shirt still wrapped around her arms and head.

She squirmed and her big tits jiggled. Tim quickly pulled the shirt up and off her, and her platinum hair settled in a sexy mess around her angelic face. She was smiling brightly, nervous but excited. She sat there for a moment in front of him, completely topless, letting him study her big tits. She thrust them out again proudly, and grinned at him.

"Do you like them? Do you think they're pretty?" she asked. By way of answer, he cupped her tits in his hands again and squeezed them, scarcely believing he was handling Stacy's naked tits. He was in heaven. He had never thought she'd let him go this far with her. And she'd encouraged him all the way! He hadn't had to do much of anything. She'd done all the work. He couldn't figure it out.

"You can suck them if you like," she went on matter-of-factly. "Would you like to suck and kiss my titties, Tim?" "Gggnnn," Tim moaned, his head throbbing. He swooped his head down toward one swollen nipple. His lips encircled her areola and he began to suck on her hard nipple. "Yes, Tim! Oh, yes!" she encouraged, cradling the back of his head with her hand. "Suck my nipple. Suck it hard. It feels so nice." Tim couldn't believe his ears. This didn't sound like Stacy at all. But he wasn't going to waste time wondering about the change in her.

He was too excited. He sucked on her nipple hungrily, making wet slurping sounds the whole time. The half-inch-long stub seemed to stretch as he tugged on it with his lips. "And the other one, Tim," she urged. "Suck the other one, too. Suck my titties real hard!" With a quick motion of his head, Tim shifted over to her other nipple. And as he began to suck again he was vaguely aware of Stacy's hand drifting down his arm and then over his hip. What he felt next was too good to be true. If he hadn't been so busy sucking tit, he would have whooped for joy. For there was no mistaking the delicate touch of Stacy's fingers on his bulging crotch.

She was tracing the outline of his cock and balls with her hand. "Tim, unzip my jeans," she whispered, her voice husky. "Unzip me and open up my pants." Again, it was hard for Tim to believe he wasn't dreaming. This was getting better and better. He let her nipple plop from his mouth and stared up at her face. It was as pretty as ever, but flushed. And there was a light in her eyes that he hadn't san before.