Yes. Yes, he does.

"uh..y-yeah, ok," I said, instantly knowing I suck. Shana's response of 'well, do it then' wasn't much better, for whatever that matters. I took a deep breath and laid my palm gently on her left breast. Nothing I'd felt in my life felt better. It was so soft but at the same time, not like Silly Putty or anything. It conformed to all my little finger movements and went back to it's original shape as soon as I moved again. When my thumb rubbed her nipple, it even got goosebumps. I'd never seen or felt anything like it, which meant, I thought, it was probably a new experience for all my senses. Thats a logical, non-weird thought, isn't it?

Shana's breasts smelled like her, a soft, flowery scent that was somehow warm. That perfumey smell that I used to think all women except my mother were issued by some pretty girl organization. For her part, when I smelled, Shana giggled and said the air was tickling her.

They didn't really sound like anything, except when I put my ear by just the right spot, I could hear her heartbeat. That was pretty cool. She must have either been having a good time or was scared out of her mind because Shana's heart was beating really fast and in deep throbs.

Taste was easily the best way to have experienced them behind touch. First, they tasted a bit like how she smelled, like a violet maybe. But also, when I gave her nipple a little lick, Shana gasped and called me in a shivering gasp 'per-pervert..!'. Sexy and funny, but mostly sexy. It couldn't have been more obvious she enjoyed it. That, I decided, would be how I would enjoy both of Shana's perfect breasts at once: I would feel one with my hand and taste the other. I'm the smartest man alive.

Shana agreed. With one of my hands on one breast and my lips and tongue tickling the other, she was moaning (which was so incredibly hot, I'd never wanted her worse), gasping, whimpering and occasionally saying things like 'yes..!', 'more!' and my name in a very soft whisper that made it sound like she absolutely worshipped me.

One of the times she whispered my name, she paused, then followed it with something I never thought she'd say to me.

"if...if you wanna touch my panties too, i don't mind..!" It wasn't that she didn't mind. That was an understatement. The quivering voice was as close to begging as I'd ever heard her. "But..." she added with some of her normal self back "just my panties, ok?" I made an agreeing sound as I reflected unconsciously on the situation. My stunningly beautiful best friend for life is not only letting me feel and suck her boobs, she wants me to dry-finger her, too. I felt like a god.

Then, I came in my pants.