Best Friend Stacy

Sure, you've entertained thoughts of Stacy being the first to find out, but you've no idea how it would happen. After all, it would be socially unacceptable to just walk up to her and whip it out. Still, it would seem that you are destined for discovery today and that very friend will be the one to do it.

Still, it doesn't happen right away. You and she meet each other in the hall like usual, chat over things you're into, and you suggest perhaps getting together over the weekend to hang out. This seems feasible and the two of you get to your classes. The two of you sort of act as defense for each other against those that ridicule and make fun of you. They seem less likely to pick on people deep in conversation (or at least it's easier to ignore them that way) so you and she are often deep in conversation.

During lunch, you find a place where you and she can be alone. There's a kind of secret area accessible through the auditorium that you don't think even the school knows about. All that's in it is an old couch and a lot of privacy. You and Stacy chat and relax there, away from the rest of the school. Finally, for some reason, you decide to do something you've been wanting to do for a long time. After a lot of preamble, you ask if Stacy wants to be your girlfriend. She seems shocked.

"Me?" she asks, wide eyed, placing a hand atop her massive boobs, "Y-you want to be...my boyfriend? Really?"

"Uh...yeah," you tell her, just as nervous, half expecting she'll say no.

"Then...yeah," she says, nodding vigorously, "Yes!"

She suddenly flings her big arms around you, hugging you against her big soft body and practically pinning you against the back of the couch. You hug back, relieved and delighted that things went so well.

"So...does that mean I can kiss you now?" you ask hopefully.

Stacy doesn't say anything, blushing red as a tomato, but nodding. That first kiss is amazing as you sink into her full soft lips. You cling together, slowly exploring each others' mouths and eventually, you realize that you and she need to get back to class. Getting up suddenly, the two of you lose balance and fall back onto the couch, Stacy falling on top of you and accidentally pinning you to the couch, her wide hips pressing down on yours from above. She apologizes again and again, shifting around to try to get up, until she realizes you're pressed groin to groin. There's no way you can hide the bulge your permerection is making and it's pressing right against the swollen outline of her prominent cameltoe. She just stares into your eyes for a moment and then...