Sydney Green - A Busty Bombshell

"Do you know what I don't like?" I asked, as slowly and deliberately as I could manage.

"People."

"And why is that?"

"Because you hate interaction."

"Exactly! So why, tell me, why did you promise the class we'd be attending prom!?"

"Cause we are!"

"No, we're not... Or at least... I'm not, I don't care whether you attend or not."

"Don't be like that. You wouldn't leave your best friend alone around all those scary boys, would you?"

'I... I definitely would. Besides, you're a hell of a lot more intimidating than I am. You'll be fine."

"No I won't! Someone will advance on me... They'd reach around and grab my breasts... Oh, my breasts... They'd violate me, and all I'd know is that my best friend wasn't there to defend me from those scary men!"

"Okay, wait," I stepped away from the loose measuring string Jessica had wrapped around my waist. "One, you don't have a bust to grope. You're flatter than a washboard Jess."

"Hey!" Jessica gasped at the hurled insult and feigned betrayal. "My A-Cup exists, thank you VERY much. Sure, it's nothing on your massive J's.

"G..."

"Jay, Gee... Potato, Tomato..." Jessica shook her head, causing her dark hair to sway with it. "My point still stands! Even if they don't go for my fantastic tits, they might grasp my ass! No doubt! Ohh! I'd be lost, a goner! My life would be over! And my body... I'd be **** to please at the hand of a stranger..."

"...."

"What?"

"If that happened... The guy would be promptly expelled, suspended, and maybe even arrested." I placed my hands on my hips as I took in Jessica's bullshit act. "That is if you didn't beat the fuck out of him first. You're not fooling anyone, you and I both know you'd beat that jerk's ass."

"Well, we'll never know now, will we? Cause you're definitely going to be my wing woman and help me pick up all those sexy guys and girls..."

"Jess! I'm not fucking going!"

"Comee onnn!"

"You know I don't like attention!"

"And I also know that you need to step out of your shell!" Jessica shot back. "Hell, look at you!" She extended a finger directly towards my bust and took in a deep long-drawn breath. "You can use those sucks to have people at your every beck and call! If I had tits like that, I'd show them off every dam day!"

"I can do what I want with my body! Just like you!" I turned away from my perverted companion and flopped down back-first on Jessica's bed. Looking up towards the ceiling, I continued. "And some of us don't appreciate being objectified! And ranked by our looks alone!"

Jessica brought a hand to her chest. "What are you implying!?"

"I'm implying that you're not actually my friend, and for the past four years, you've been acting so you could be close to me and check me out because you're into chicks, whereas I am straight."

"Hey..." Jessica's voice took a much more serious tone. "You know that isn't true, right? I like you for you."

"Yeah... I know, I know," I said, my gaze still locked on the ceiling. The fan attached to the roof spun ever so gradually. "But I wish you would respect what I do and don't want to do..."

"I'm only trying to open you up! You can't keep everything locked inside. You're a beautiful, smart... Sexy... Attractive.. Busty..."

"Jess!"

"You're amazing!" Jessica stammered, "Is what I intended to say... You have so much potential to meet that perfect guy. But you'll never get close if you don't step out and try new things!"

There's a reason I consider Jessica to be one of my closest friends... She may be outgoing, brash, loud, and incredibly crude. But she's also a great od person, and someone I can and will almost always be able to rely on. I'm usually quiet and timid, while she's loud and proud. But people do say opposites attract, and the two of them seem to 'almost' always hit it off. There are moments when Jessica's personality would clash with her own in specific ways. But in the end, she still has my best interest at heart.

Even with this prom shit, I know that it's just another way for Jessica to help me come out and gain new friends. But the speed that she goes at can be too much at times.

I guess I should explain more about myself...

My name's Sydney Green, and I'm an introverted busty bombshell... Yeah, just another one of Jessica's outlandish overreactions. She insists that one day she will remove the introverted part of my title, and I will be forever in her debt from that day on...

Yeah, I'm not sure she's the type of person I'd want to be in debt too.

But I digress.

I have ruffled blond hair that I keep the way it is in a vain attempt to prevent people from hitting on me. I've always been attractive that I know. And while I could definitely find dates and make friends quite easily.. It's hard for me to distinguish the leechers from the people that actually care about me as a person. Especially when you look like me! At least for the people that were less gifted in the gean department, they don't have much trouble knowing that the people who care about them actually care!

It doesn't help that I'm incredibly introverted. I'm not a fan of conversating, congregating.. And, something else that starts with 'C'...

I'd be perfectly content in living my life socialization free, but alas, that's not how the world works.

There are two people in this word I can consider friends. Nichole was a girl who I had been close with, but she ended up moving to Central City, quite the trip away from Gotham. And while we have stayed in touch, not being able to meet up as much anymore really does suck.

But while one friend is across the globe, so to speak, Jessica has stuck with me, through and through. On the surface, it may seem like the perverted girl only cares about my looks... But I'd know more than anyone that it's what's on the inside that counts, and deep down Jessica is a soft, caring soul.

From next to me, on her bed, Jessica spoke up. "Look, Sid... If you don't wanna go, I can't **** you."

"I'll... I'll think about it." I relented.

"Nice!" She turned to face me, "And if you do, you better show off those tatas!" As if Jessica were possessed with the powers of the flash, her arm shot out with lightning speed, and she clamped a hand directly on my right breast. "You'll be making best friends before you know it!" She squeezed my chest as she spoke, causing me to stifle a moan by biting my bottom lip.

"St- Stop!" I managed to half-heartedly yelp.

Like clockwork, Jessica released her grip and moved her arm back to her side.

"Jesus..." I blinked. I don't know what's more surprising, the fact that she switched from a caring friend to and outgoing pervert in the span of three seconds. Or the fact that she actually listed and let go of me without so much as a complaint from her part. "You know I don't roll that way!"

"Yeah... I was just joking around..." Jessica looked at her hands, quizzically.

"Well, next time at least try to come up with an excuse." I placed my hands on the bed's cushiony surface and leaned myself up.

"Excuse? Excuse! Heheheh..." That laugh of hers wasn't something I wanted to hear at the moment. "So we need to get more measurements for when we go to prom."

"If we go, IF! Not when."

"Yeah, whatever," Jessica dismissed my words with a wave of her hand. "I got your waist size, but now I need to measure your bust!"

"I can just tell you..." I instinctively leaned away as my eyes landed on Jessica's measuring string.

"Nonsense! You're still growing after all, we gotta be precise!"

Jessica sprang in close and busted into my personal bubble without a single care in the world. She had the rope tightly around my chest in record speed and was fumbling with the string and my breasts to get my entire bust measured.

"He- Hey! Calm dow..." I breathed. "You don't need to be so... Just... Get off me!"

Once again, Jessica obeyed. The black-haired teen stood back immediately and stopped her apparent attempt to grope my breasts.

"Why did I..." Jessica looked to be in a bout of confusion.

"Why are you so perverted? I dunno." I leaned forward off her bed as I began to stand back up to my feet. "But at least you're starting to..." I paused for a second. "Jess?" With my body bend forward, I glanced up to see Jessica with a spaced-out look on her face. Her eyes were glazed over, and her mouth creaked open as if she were entranced or enthralled by... Something.

"Hey Jess!" I snapped my fingers to nab her attention.

But my openly gay friend just stood there, with her eyes locked onto... Me? I looked down at myself and felt a slight wave of dizziness as my eyes scanned down my top. Though it was only for a slight moment since I regained my compsure quickly and looked back up to Jessica's spaced-out face.. As I was leaning forward, some of my cleavage spilled out of my buttoned-up blouse and was being revealed. But how was that possible, I remember buttoning it up to my neck. There was legitimately no possible way for any part of my chest to be exposed unless someone were to unbutton part of it without me realiz... Fucking Jess! When did she do that!?

"Har har," I humored her antics. "You got me! Now snap out of it and stop looking down my top." I said as I re-buttoned my blouse to its previous modist state. Every day, I try to wear clothing that doesn't draw attention to my features. And unless a friend of mine was to do me dirty, I would typically succeed in concealing my body.

Jessica blinked and looked away from my downblouse. She shook her head and wiped away a small line of spittle that began to form through her bottom lip. "Woah, that was... Woah..."

"Yeah, I'm shocked too. I didn't even notice you undid a few buttons!"

"What?" She looked genuinely confused for a second before it dawned on her. "Oahh! No, I did that a while ago..."

"Wh- What!? How long ago?!"

"Before school... But no, that's not what's strange... I was... You're tits Sid... They're amazing..."

"Oh, not this again..." I sighed, "Okay, I think I'm going to head home."

"Wait no seriously!!" Jessica exclaimed. "I was.. I felt trapped just looking at your cleavage! I couldn't move, think... Couldn't do anything but listen to your voice! And gawk at the amazingness... The beauty..."

"Um... Jess, this is strange even for you..."

"I.. I um..." She stammered.

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

The sound of tapping from the bedroom door caught the attention of both of us.

"Jessica! I brought back a pizza for you girls. You should get it while it's hot!"

"Thanks, Mom!" Jessica responded before a thought crossed her mind. "Wait, can you come in for a sec?"

"Okay." Her mother opened the door and poked her head inside. "What's up?"

"No, all the way in!" Jessica beckoned.

The older woman rolled her eyes and stepped into the room after opening the door fully. Jessica's mother works at the school and usually seen in the library or tutoring students that happen to be falling behind. She was wearing a light brown blouse with the buttons done around her neckline. Just as her daughter, she doesn't have breasts that are anything notable. A simple B-Cup is what I assume she's packing. But her hips and buttocks are quite curvy all things considered.

"What is it?" She asked with her hands resting on her cocked hips.

"What do you think of this!?" Jessica spun behind me and reached her hands around my back. Gripping the sides of my blouse, she effectively ripped the top of my top open, causing three of the buttons of the shirt to go flying.

"Jessica! What are you do..." Was what both her mother and I said as she displayed my cleavage to her mom. Except that something stopped her mother from finishing her sentence, while nothing was present to prevent me from calling out Jessica's outlandish action.

"Jess! What the helmmmMM!" Jessica's hand clamped over my mouth as she stood behind me. I could feel her hips pressing into my butt as she was lightly humping my backside.

Okay, this needs to stop.

"Look!" Jessica whispered. "Look at her face!"

I happened to glance at what she was on about when I noticed it. Jessica's mother had a spaced outlook, her facial features were slumped, and her eyes effectively glazed over.

"That's the same expression you had, but it looks much worse, actually," I said, with Jessica's hand parted away from my mouth.

"Yeah! Cause before I only saw a hint of your fantastic rack! But now... Now she's looking at a face full of cleavage!"

"What is wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with her!? She's totally out of it! She looks... Like she's hypnotized!"

"But-" I started to speak, but Jessica's hand was quick to clamp over my mouth again.

"Mom, can you hear me?" Jessica asked.

"Yes." Came her mother's response, albeit monotoned and dull.

"Ohohohoho! Sydney, I've always thought your tits were amazing! But this is something else..."

What the hell is going on!?