Play Seven Minutes in Heaven

You grin and say, “Okay, I’ll play.”

Everyone in the circle cheers and then laughs as you walk into the room. They all shift a bit to give you a space to sit between a boy and a girl. You take your seat on the floor, putting your free hand in front of your crotch to hold your dress down while you sit. The boy beside you grabs the bottle and pushes it in front of you, explaining, “If you’re just joining the game, you have to spin.”

Obeying their rules, you reach forward and spin the bottle, which quickly comes to a stop, pointing to a boy sitting almost straight across from you. A few of the boys and girls in the circle simultaneously cheer, “Michael!” Michael grins bashfully as he stands up. He’s not the coolest-looking kid at the party, but he looks alright. In fact, the thought crosses your mind that… he’s kind of cute. The boy that first invited you to play explains the rules to you, in case you don’t know. “Now, of course, you two have to go in the closet and…” he shrugs and laughs at the same time, “…do whatever you want with each other for seven minutes,” he says, holding out a cooking timer, shaking it a little to rattle the bell inside. You sit your drink on the floor and stand up to join your new friend Michael. The two of you exchange awkward smiles as you walk to the closet together, amidst the soft, teasing, “Ooh,” from most of the other participants.

Michael closes the closet door behind you, and the tiny space goes black. The crack under the door lets in just enough light for you to see each other clearly. You stare at each other nervously for a second, afraid to speak, sure that the others just outside the door would be able to hear anything you say. After a moment of silently looking into each other’s eyes, you know you’re about to kiss. You gulp. It’s strange that you should feel so nervous about this after what you’ve already done tonight, but somehow, kissing a boy seems more… real? Michael’s lips touch yours causing you to open your mouth slightly. The intensity of the moment mixed with the buzz from the **** makes your head spin, and you sink deeply into the kiss. Suddenly, you and Michael are tenderly making out, arms wrapped loosely around one another as you do. It’s not long before his hands find their way to your boobs, and once they’ve established their presence there, they begin groping intently, his fingers finding and stimulating your nipples through your bra. You find it all so arousing, but realize that Michael’s hands migrating down your body will soon reach an area that you would hope could be avoided… unless you do something to redirect his attention elsewhere.

Thinking quickly, inspired by Michael’s already established interest in your tits, you slide one strap of your dress down off your shoulder without breaking away from the kiss. You grasp the other strap, and do the same, letting your top fall down just below your bra. You do the same with your bra straps, letting them slip just off your shoulder, then reach up with both hands at once and grab the cups of your bra. Pulling the cups down to fully expose your tits, you break off from the kiss, and Michael immediately dives for your chest, wrapping his lips around one of your perky little breasts. It feels wonderful. He suckles gently while flicking his tongue against your hardening nipple. Your bra and dress straps somewhat pinning your arms to your sides, you can reach up just enough to caress the back of his head while he sucks your tit. Still fondling your breast with his hands, he moves his face from one side to the other and wraps his mouth around your other nipple, giving you another rush of pleasure. You throw your head back and gasp just as the closet door is flung open suddenly. (even though you didn’t hear any bell, and you KNOW it hasn’t been seven minutes yet) The roomful of rowdy kids cheer and clap at finding you with your embarrassingly small tits exposed and glistening with saliva while Michael suckles them.

Your mouth drops open in shock, and you immediately grab at your bra and the top of your dress. You clumsily pull them up over your bare chest and rush out of the room as quickly as possible. Hearing the laughter and cheers filling the room as you stumble out into the hall, you rush into the darkened bathroom nearby. Not bothering to turn on the light, you quickly fix your bra and pull your dress straps back up into their proper place. Humiliated, you put your hands over your face for a moment while you regain your composure, trying to tell yourself that it’s no big deal that people saw your chest... You don't really have boobs... Your tits aren't private parts...

It still feels like they are.

You exit the bathroom.