[Janethebrain]

After I had served Sue and Jeff their drinks, I sat down and rejoined the game as if there was nothing unusual about me being topless in front of my friend and her husband. Every once in a while I would absentmindedly brush my fingers over my breasts like I was brushing off lint or sand, which felt really good and kept my nipples standing at attention.

Jeff noticed and said, "The headlights are on!" This earned him another punch in the arm from Sue who said that it wasn't polite to comment on a woman's breasts. I said that I didn't mind, and took the opportunity to tweak my nipples a little more, just because I could and because I could tell Jeff liked it.

Throughout the next game, Jeff was openly staring at my boobs the whole time, but I also caught Sue looking at them a few times too. That surprised me because Sue has really big tits, probably D-cups, but I had never asked. I tried to act totally casual, but inside my heart was racing, and down below I was tingling non-stop.

Jeff won this game as well. I was beginning to wonder if the game was rigged, but it probably wasn't. He was just getting very lucky in more ways than one this evening. Sue had the lowest score so she stood up and announced that it was a shift change, time for a new topless waitress to come on duty. She pulled off her sweater and quickly removed her bra and dropped them into a pile at her feet. Jeez, she had beautiful breasts, I was amazed at how good they looked for someone in their late 40's. Normally the girls with big boobs don't age well, but these were awesome. I had thrown my bra across the room, so I just put my blouse back on and buttoned the very bottom button.

Sue went into the kitchen and got a fresh round of drinks and brought them back to us. Like I had done, she acted like a waitress, but unlike me, after giving Jeff his drink she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into her tits and he immediately began sucking on one of her nipples. Sue went weak in the knees, and Jeff commented that she can actually have orgasms just from boob sucking.

"What about me?" I asked. It had officially become our running joke for the evening. And as soon as I said it Sue walked over, grabbed my head and pulled me into her enormous tits. I motor boated her for a couple seconds and then tentatively sucked on one of her nipples.

I had never really done much girl-girl stuff. But I knew what I liked and tried to do that for Sue. I must have been doing something right because her breathing completely changed as soon as I started sucking her tit. I sucked, licked and nibbled for about a minute until Sue pushed my head back and sat down trying to compose herself.

"Well done," exclaimed Jeff. "Now for my rule," he said.

"Wait a minute," Sue interjected. "How is me being a topless waitress not your rule?"

"Topless waitress is my 3-win rule," Jeff replied. "I won the last game so I get to make a game rule." Sue argued for another couple minutes, but she knew he was right, she just hated being wrong.

Jeff said that the loser had to climb up on their pool table wearing whatever they had on at the moment and receive a sensual massage from the other two players. Sue protested that she had just been molested by both of us and that was way more than a sensual massage. This was starting to feel like an argument for the sake of argument, and they both had a point and I had a vision of the night falling apart if we didn't derail this stupid discussion pretty soon.

So I jumped in and said that I was actually really sore from a workout (true) and was trying to schedule a massage for tomorrow (not true) and that I would really like to take this one for Sue if she was ok with it. "Pleeeease... I really want a massage."

There is nothing quite like drunk female reverse psychology. I'm a woman, and it still knocks me out sometimes. As soon as I changed the discussion to getting a massage instead of paying a penalty for losing the last game, Sue wanted the massage for herself. She also didn't want to be on the hook for two of my future losses, which was an interesting comment since it meant "my husband might dare you to do something that I don't want to do." But I think she was just drunk.

After a few more minutes of drunken discussion with Sue, I asked Jeff if he would be willing to massage both of us.

What do you think he said?

So Sue and I go down to the basement and climb up on the pool table while Jeff finds a towel and some massage oil which turns out to be regular baby oil. I take off my blouse, making the excuse that I don't want to get any baby oil on it, but I don't think anyone actually believed that by this point. We put down the towel and then Sue and I lay back, both topless, staring up at the ceiling.

And then, for the first time that evening, I thought of my husband. What would he think if he was here? Would he be turned on by two topless girls laying side by side on a pool table, or horrified that I was showing my tits to our friends and kissing Jeff. He had to be in favor of seeing Sue's breasts right. And me sucking her breasts, that's a universal male fantasy right?

And then I heard the POP sound of the baby oil cap being opened, and all those thoughts disappeared. A few seconds later, I felt the drizzle of baby oil across my breasts. I turned my head and watched as Jeff directed a stream of baby oil onto Sue's enormous breasts.

Despite all our discussion about wanting a real massage, Jeff was going right for the boobs, and neither of us was complaining. He started by standing by our heads and giving us equal attention. He was a master with his hands despite working with very different boob sizes, and who doesn't love a baby oil massage? After a few minutes, Jeff decided to get on the table and sit on our legs as he focused on each of our tits for a couple minutes.

Sue eventually called time on this rule and said she wanted a drink, so we all headed upstairs. Although she was still technically our topless waitress, nobody played it that way and we all stood around in the kitchen getting a drink and catching our breath. It was surreal. Sue and I were topless with our boobs glistening from a liberal coating of baby oil, and Jeff was in a t-shirt and boxers with an obvious, but yet to be acknowledged, erection.

What we had done so far was enough to be remembered as a crazy-drunk evening, but it felt like we were just getting started.

More to come