Heavy petting, of course

"Move over," she responded, as she started to lift herself on the bed. Soon enough, they were laying there, facing one another side by side, her face buried in his chest, Roy's hand stroking her hair and ears once more. Roy tried to calm himself a bit. He could smell the fragrance of her hair, and feel her weighty breasts pressing into his abdomen. As he felt her head, he scanned his memories from both timelines, and realized while in the timeline without Gwen, he could remember a few high school flings, in this new timeline, he'd never dated anyone. He briefly wondered if maybe hanging around Gwen so much ruined his chances of meeting other girls. Even when she went off to college, he didn't really pursue anyone. Not that it really mattered now; he was definitely content to be here with her.

"Hey, Roy," Gwen said after a while and looked up at him. She shifted her body upwards a bit, to better reach his mouth, and kissed him deeply. Their tongues lashed together in a passionate embrace, and she pressed her body firmly into him, the arm that wasn't pinned under herself holding him as close as she could. She moaned into his mouth, and Roy had to wonder if she hadn't been eagerly awaiting this for some time. She seemed almost frantic, needing to get to as much of him as she could. Roy was hard within moments, his thick meat pressing against her through his pants. She, of course, took notice of this; it'd be impossible not to. After their kiss ended, she looked him in the eyes again, and whispered something Roy thought he'd never get to hear.

"I know... I know my tits are huge," she said, as if it wasn't obvious enough already. "I've noticed how boys stare at them whenever they think I'm not looking." She sat up, and Roy sat up with her, still on her bed, his back to the wall. "But, I want you to really see them." She reached down and pulled her hoody up and over her head, revealing a red tank top, her breasts bouncing satisfyingly. Roy was surprised to notice it didn't seem like she was wearing a bra; her breasts drooped just that little bit to let you know they were natural, and tantalizingly unbound. Her aroused nipples were already tenting the thin fabric. She really must have been planning this, to go bra-less like that.

"I'd love to see them," Roy responded. He'd been curious about what they looked like for years. Well, sort of. The jumbled memories made thoughts like that a little more difficult.

She smirked a devious smile. "Who wouldn't? They're fucking spectacular," she said, confidently, and pulled her tank top off. Apparently, her beautiful tan wasn't entirely complete, the pale flesh of her tits evident to that. In fact, her flat stomach was just as pale, and Roy remembered Gwen's fondness for both swimming, and her hatred of bikinis; she often spent free afternoons in the Haddonfield's backyard pool, and she always wore one piece swimsuits. And now that he could see her slight shoulders and midsection, it truly confirmed for him just how massive those breasts looked on her tiny frame. They were wonderfully perky, with just the slightest hint of sag. It was as though whatever creator made her took a petite little ingenue, gave her the temper and mouth of a longshoreman, and the chest of every pubescent boy's dreams.

Roy noticed that she seemed much more confident now that she did when she was telling him how she felt. It was really no surprise to him that she had an easier time showing off physically than she did emotionally.

"Well, don't just stare at them, asshat," she chastised him. "If you're feeling froggy, take a leap."

Roy smiled. Her dirty talk could use some work, but he had to admit, there was something charming about it. He put his hand under one of them, and lifted it slightly, just to test the weight of it. It was certainly heavier than he expected. He had to wonder how she seemed to carry these things so easily on a body so small. He spent a while pawing at them, playing with her nipples, and otherwise living out his longtime fantasy. She tried her best not to let his ministrations get the better of her, but he could tell by her breath that she was getting excited. Also, the fact that her tail was going crazy behind her was a dead giveaway.

"Geez Roy, you'd think you were a breast man or something," she said after a while. "If you keep this up, it'll be sunrise before you get to go down south."

Roy looked up from her chest at her face. "So you're saying I could if I wanted to?"

She blushed a little, but she knew she couldn't back down now. "You don't have to get my permission for every little thing, ya perv."

Roy certainly wasn't going to say no to the offer. He turned her around, causing her to squeal in surprise, and laid her back against his chest, with his back still against the wall. Her tail was pinned between them, up against Roy's stomach, but he was careful not to crush it. One of the nice bonuses of this new position was the delightful way her rear pressed against his bulge. He felt massive in his pants, far harder and turned on than he'd every remembered being, in any timeline. With his left hand, he continued to paw at her wonderful tits, but his right hand snaked its way down to her shorts. He stopped for a moment before taking the plunge, but she certainly didn't voice any objections, her breath ragged with anticipation.

He reached under her shorts to feel her mound, and was surprised to find it smooth. He concluded she must've recently shaved for the occasion. She really had anticipated this. He kept going to find her slit, almost burning with heat, the dampness pervading her silky underwear. After a bit of rubbing, which she appreciated with more squeals and heavy breathing, he found her clit surprisingly easily. It felt unusually large in his fingers, and for a moment he had to wonder if she had an oversized one. He had to remind himself to silently thank whatever god there was that let him get to this moment. He played with her clit deftly, rubbing her vulva alongside it, occasionally dipping just his first two fingers into her moist sex, and found her reactions to his hands extremely gratifying.

It only took minutes, six at most, for her breathing to shorten and her moans and squeals to pick up. "Oh fuck, Roy, you're good with your hands," she called out in between breaths, "I'm so close! I'm almost there, keep going!" she continued, as though he had any intention of stopping. She grasped his hand with both of hers, mashing it against her massive mounds, and held onto Roy for dear life. With just a few more tweaks of her clit, she cried out, louder than Roy had anticipated, convulsing against his chest. It wasn't quite a scream, but she was still plenty loud enough to surprise him. After a few more aftershocks, she slumped against him, drained.

"Fuuuuck, dude," she said after a bit of rest, "that was waaaay better than when I do it alone."

Roy laughed, but his dick was still straining against his pants, tenting them quite noticeably. The whole display had ground her petite, but delightfully soft, ass into his groin in a way that made Roy wonder what it'd feel like without two layers of clothing between them. "Well I'm glad you liked it," he responded, feeling pretty proud of himself. She looked over her shoulder at him, and kissed him deeply; not a kiss of lustful longing, but a quick little kiss that said thank you.

"Alright," she said once she'd recovered, "Time to return the favor. Getcha dick out, I'm gonna make you cum like a firehose."