I couldn’t wait to get off work and meet Jill. Somehow, after three years of dating, I still felt that thrill every time I saw her. It certainly helped that I found her immensely sensuous. She may not be the greatest beauty, but she definitely knows how to turn me on. She dresses in all the right clothes, says the right things, and makes me laugh.

I was also eager to see her best friend, Amanda. Both of them were 24 and had known each other since junior college. They were bubbly and full of life, mischievous at times, even. Amanda had recently broken up with her boyfriend, Marcus, and before that, we used to be a foursome, double dating almost every week.

I’ve known Amanda for as long as I’ve known Jill, and although she’s not as tall, she’s attractive in her own way. Many nights, I’ve found myself fantasizing about Amanda while I jerked off. She’s shorter than Jill and not as slim, but she compensates with a great pair of breasts.

I’d estimate they’re close to 36B, which drives me wild because I’m such a breast man! Jill has a nice pair too, but they’re only about 34B. It drives me insane to see her in tank tops, her tits practically spilling out. It works out perfectly that the two girls hang out so much together because it gives me more chances to see two women I desire so much.

When Amanda was with Marcus, we used to go on vacations together, and I often wished we had the guts to have a foursome in bed. It didn’t make things easier for me because the two of them tended to be very open about sex. Amanda would sometimes mention things to Jill, who would then relay the information to me.

She’d talk about how she got kinky with Marcus at the cinema, where she gave him a handjob and even blew him. They went to one of those large cinemas, Majestic, I think, and there was hardly anyone around, so they moved to a quiet corner. All this information made me even hornier for Amanda.

As I approached the bus stop, I saw them chatting away. Jill was in her office gear, while Amanda was dressed more casually since she wasn’t working that day. She had gone shopping and met up with us for dinner. Jill likes her corporate power suits on weekdays, but she gets kinky in the evenings when she meets me, taking off all her underwear and leaving only bare, milky flesh beneath that tough exterior.

It’s effortless access when we need to have a quick one. I suspected that today, under her grey suit, there would be nothing else. As she approached me, I noticed a very clear hint of wobble in her breasts.

Amanda followed behind her, again dressed in her trademark tank top. Although she rarely went braless, a glimpse of her cleavage was enough to drive me wild. Both sights stared me straight in the eyes, and it didn’t take long before my loins were aroused. We were supposed to go for dinner together, as was our usual Friday routine.

"So where should we eat today?" I asked.

"I’m sorry, dear, but tonight I have to get back to the office by 7.30pm to complete my auditing report. If I don’t finish it tonight, I’m going to get sacked!" Jill replied in a semi-sad voice, giving me those puppy eyes as she hugged me.

Yup, she was free and easy beneath that suit. I wondered why she bothered if she was going to go back to work in an hour.

"Well, we could still try to get something to eat, and after that, you guys can hang out together. I’m sure you’ll want that, wouldn’t you, Jack?" Jill said playfully, darting a look at me.

She knew I kind of fancied Amanda and had always threatened to tell her about my fascination. The truth was, I liked Amanda too much as a friend to ruin everything with just the desires of my prick. At that moment, thoughts of spending an evening with Amanda sped through my head.

I had to sound disappointed (which I genuinely was) and suggested we have dinner at the hawker place behind Orchard Plaza so Jill could get back to work soon. After sitting down and ordering our food, Jill said she wanted to go to the loo and asked me to go with her because she was afraid she might not find the place.

I couldn’t believe her; this was not the usual thing. She grabbed my hand as we entered the shopping center, looking all over for the toilet. She suggested maybe upstairs. So she led me to the lift and pressed 5. We were alone, and she immediately pulled me to her and kissed me. It was a wet, hot kiss as she probed with her tongue while her hand rubbed the front of my pants.

Oh yes, I forgot to mention how Jill can be a bit of a nymphomaniac. It was getting hot and steamy, and I wished I could unload myself right there. But as the lift arrived on the 5th floor, we adjusted ourselves a little before getting out. We looked around; there was little going on, and we managed to dodge our way into the toilet.

I went into the gents, peered around, and found no one. Swinging into one of the cubicles, I swiftly hiked up her skirt and unbuttoned her jacket. She was just as quick in unzipping my pants and pulling out my cock. As our lips locked, our hands groped and pulled, trying our best to get comfortable in that cramped little space.

My rock-hard dick ached to pierce deep into her cunt. She jerked my dick, pulling it with one hand and then the other while I fingered her good. We knew time was limited, and we were working fast. With a quick spit into her palm, she lubricated my shaft and head, giving me a good jerking.

I sat down on the toilet seat and waited for her to sit down on my engorged dick. I don’t know what the average size for dicks is, but Jill claims mine is the biggest she’s had, and she’s been with about three different guys before me. It’s around 6 inches, maybe slightly more, but I’ve never thought of it as huge. Anyway, back to the action.

I would have loved it if she had given me a blowjob before we started fucking, but that wasn’t possible since Amanda was waiting. All this happened in a matter of five minutes after we left Amanda.

Jill voiced, "Come on, fuck me hard as she sat on my dickhead" and started bouncing up and down. She found a real rhythm, and before I knew it, she was slamming herself down on my thighs. All the while, I squeezed and teased her nipple, massaging those breasts.

Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I was thinking of Amanda, and it’s a wonder I didn’t say her name out loud. I kept myself from speaking by popping her breast into my mouth, licking just around the nipple and biting it, even though it hurt her sometimes. "Ooohhhhhh yeah, oh argghhhh... harder... harder... argghhhhh..." she moaned as she banged harder and harder.

She was hell-bent on making me cum in the next two minutes, using her cunt muscles to squeeze and milk me. The feeling was too good, and I didn’t try to hold back. She knew how to moan in my ear and make me cum at the right time.

Jill: Yes, ram me hard... I want you to cum inside me... arrrgggghhh...

I could almost feel the tip of my cock against the end of her vagina as she crashed down on me. She plunged her nails into my back as I nibbled on her nipple, and I came inside her. She pulled my face into her chest, trying to smother me.

She lifted herself off as my dick pulsated a couple more times, and she wiped herself off as I did the same. Seven and a half minutes. I wondered if Amanda was going to miss us. Jill smiled at me and asked me to check if the coast was clear before we got out.

As we left the toilet, she tried to arrange my hair and her jacket, smiling a devilish little smile at me as she took my hand. "Did you enjoy that?" she asked with coy girlish charms far removed from the horny bitch I just fucked. "Uh-huh", I nodded, a little exhausted by her sudden passion. Don’t get me wrong; we have great sex together, but rarely in public.

"Why the sudden urge?" I asked.

"Well, it was a tough day at work, and I really needed to release a little before going back to slog. Probably until about 2am", she groaned. "And I want to make sure I dried you off before leaving you alone with Mandy!" she exclaimed. That took me by surprise.

"Don’t think I don’t know what goes on in that little head of yours", she laughed.

"Jill, how could you think of me like that?" I protested. This banter continued until we almost arrived back at our table. The food had arrived.

"Where did you guys go? Had sex or what?" Amanda asked cheekily. She knew what we did, and we didn’t have to answer her, so we just smiled.

She wagged her finger at us, calling us naughty. We giggled and continued to eat our food without returning to the subject. Jill had already spent eight minutes getting shagged and was now rushing to get back to her office. We talked about mundane things, but I kept peering over and catching glimpses of Amanda’s delicious cleavage.

As the girls chatted, I tried to imagine what Amanda’s breasts looked like and how they felt. I asked Jill once, rather nonchalantly, whether she had seen Amanda naked, and she laughed, saying of course. When they were in junior college, they used to go swimming together, and once or twice while changing, she kind of saw Amanda’s naked body.

They were young and shy, so they obviously tried to keep their eyes away from each other’s bodies. But she couldn’t help noticing that Amanda had nicely shaped breasts, round and with small pinkish nipples. That image returned to me, and I almost built up another boner.

It was 7.15pm, and Jill said she had to go now. She picked up her bag and said, "Be good, you two!" before leaving. I looked over at Amanda and shrugged my shoulders, pretending not to know what Jill was talking about.

We had spent a lot of time together and even gone shopping while waiting for Jill and Marcus, but not since she broke up. The first few moments were kind of awkward before I asked her what she wanted to do. She sipped her drink before saying, "Don’t know? How about catching a movie? I’ve shopped the whole day, and I’m a little tired right now."

When she said that, all I could think about was the story of how she and Marcus used to get it on in the cinemas. So I asked her to suggest something she wanted to see. She couldn’t think of anything and said anything would do. I wondered if this could actually be my night.

I suggested we go down to Capitol and catch whatever was playing because it was going to close down soon. She agreed it was a good idea, so we paid and walked to catch a bus. I love bus rides because you never know what’s going to happen. We waited a while for the bus and continued to chit-chat about general things.

The bus came, and we got on. I let her take the seat inside while I sat outside her. Amanda is only about 1.52m tall while I'm about 1.78m, and the height difference can be advantageous when trying to check out the space between her ample breasts. Her tank top was scooped to reveal just enough, and I had a hard time keeping my eyes on her eyes so that I wouldn’t offend her.

Since it was a relatively short journey, I didn’t look too long, but I guess it was enough for her to realize as she caught me glancing at her chest more than a couple of times. She became a little self-conscious and tried to pull her top up. I felt embarrassed and, at that split moment, decided to apologize.

"Sorry, Amanda, I was being crude", I said meekly. She looked over and smiled before replying, "Don’t be silly. I should be flattered that you actually want to peep at me!" She made inverted commas with her fingers.

"Just don’t get caught by Jill doing it, or she’ll chop off your dick. You might think you have a lot to spare, but it ain’t going to be much use at only 2 inches long!" she giggled.

I couldn’t believe my ears. Was she trying to come on to me?

"What have you and Jill been talking about?" I asked. She smirked and looked down at my crotch, giggling some more. I was getting turned on and kind of scared at the same time. My girlfriend’s best friend was making a pass at me! What?! I exclaimed. She just put her index finger to her lips and shushed me. It was our stop.

After getting off the bus, she said, "Well, Jill said you were a good size."

I felt a mix of pride and worry, along with a surge of horniness. I tried to play it cool and let her carry on.

"Well, we kind of compared our guys, and she used to say that your, ermmm..."

"Penis?" I offered.

"Err, yes..." she said, "that it was nice, quite big, and circumcised."

I wondered where we were going with this little conversation. As we walked into the foyer of the Capitol, she told me to get the tickets. It was about 8.30pm by now, and we still had half an hour before the show started. I was determined to finish what she had started.

So I shot back at her, "Well, you are a good size too." That caught her by surprise, and she blushed. I suggested we go get a drink at 7-Eleven. As we walked, there was a little uncomfortable silence as we both knew we were treading on thin ice. After getting the drinks, she finally spoke again.

Amanda: Well, I’ve always thought about what Jill said about you. Marcus is about average, 4 and a half to 5 inches, like most guys. But Jill said yours is about 6 plus and thick. Is that true?

This time, I wasn’t about to let the chance pass, but I took precautions. "Did Jill put you up to this? If not, then you better be able to finish what you’re starting down my pants!" I ventured.

We hardly spoke as we finished our drinks, walking across to the Padang. We sat down at the Grand Stand they were putting up. It was quite dark, but with enough people passing by in cars and the occasional couple who probably had the same idea as me right now.

"You know, I have always compared your breasts with Jill’s too. I mean, how could I miss them? So we’re both in the same boat. Kinda", I offered to break the silence and move things along.

Amanda: Really, you think so? Well, isn’t that what most men are interested in? Anyway, I always knew you were trying to look down the front of my shirts. Why do you think I keep wearing these tank tops? I’m not trying to sound sultry, but sometimes it feels nice to be desired. But I'm more than a pair of walking boobs!

"You want to touch them?" she generously offered. Right here, a million things raced through my head as I tried to find the right answer. But of all the things, I just said, "Why?"

Amanda: Well, I feel lonely since Marcus left. I haven’t been touched since. But in no way do I want to get myself embroiled in another relationship so soon. Yet I’m so horny I could die!