Roseanne's tits

Chapter One— Roseanne's tits

Elle's POV

The first time I saw Roseanne's tits, I knew my flag wasn't the blue, red and white on the fucking USA flag. It was rainbow!

It was Saturday, the start of the weekend, and we were high school seniors in our final year. Roseanne's parents had left that morning for some trip, so the house was all ours until Sunday night. No adults around to bug us, just me and her in her bedroom, door closed, the fan humming softly overhead. The sun filtered through the curtains, making the room feel warm and lazy, like anything could happen.

Roseanne was stuck between my thighs, forcing me to take nude pics of her so she could send to her asshole boyfriend named Jake.

She laughed at me, flashing her teeth as she struck another pose. Fingers pressing hard against her left nipple while her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

I gulped down. Hard! She was fucking killing me here. Her skin was smooth and tan from all those days at the pool last summer, and her tits were perfect—full, perky, with pink nipples that begged to be touched. My pussy throbbed just looking at them, wet heat building between my legs. I shifted a little, trying not to let her notice how turned on I was.

After one last pic, she pushed me off her. “Let me see then, Elle.”

I shook my head, wondering why she needed to do this for that loser. Jake was the typical jock prick, always flexing in the halls, thinking he owned every girl he looked at. But Roseanne? She was mine first—best friends since freshman year, sharing lockers, secrets, everything. Except this. This hunger I felt for her was new, dark, twisting in my gut like I wanted to claim her and never let go.

“Which one do you think will turn him on fast?”

She looked at me with bright eyes, her hair messy from rolling around on the bed.

“Uhm, I wouldn't know.”

I swallowed, eyes glued to the last picture I took. In it, she was arched back, tits on full display, lips parted like she was moaning. Fuck, if I sent that to myself, I'd cum just staring at it.

“Come on, Elle. Which one?”

She moved closer, her breasts moving side to side as she did.

I had this sudden urge to grab them and make her scream my name, to pin her down and suck on those nipples until she begged for more. Dark fantasies flashed—tying her wrists to the bedposts, teasing her clit with my tongue while she writhed. But I blinked them away. We were just friends. For now.

I definitely couldn't let that asshole get blessed by that last pic I just took.

“This one.”

I said. Pointing to the least sexy one, where her arm covered most of her chest.

“Hmmm. Are you sure?”

She looked up at me, tilting her head.

I gulped down with heavy guilt.

“Yeah, sure.”

She said okay and sent the pic to Jake. Slowly, she walked across the room and opened the closet. Her ass looked amazing in those tiny panties she had on, round and firm. I imagined slapping it, leaving my handprint, making her yelp and then moan.

“Are you sure he'll like it?”

I nodded, but doubt crept in. With her parents gone, the whole day stretched out. We could hang out, watch movies, maybe get a little drunk from the liquor cabinet her dad forgot to lock. And all the while, I'd be fighting this pull, this need to touch her.

She pulled out a loose tank top and slipped it over her head. It was thin, almost see-through, and she skipped the bra. Her nipples poked against the fabric, hard little points that made my mouth water. Then she grabbed some shorts, bending over to pull them up. Her tits hung down, swaying, and I clenched my thighs together to ease the ache.

Her phone buzzed on the bed. She skipped over and grabbed it, her face lighting up at first. "It's Jake." But then she frowned. "He says it's cute, but he wants one with more... you know, action."

Anger bubbled in me. "Tell him to go fuck himself. You're not his p**n star."

She laughed, tossing the phone aside and sitting next to me. Our legs touched, bare skin on skin. "You're right. He's been such a dick lately. Always wanting pics, but never wants to hang out."

"That's because he's an idiot." I turned to her, our faces close. Her eyes were green, flecked with gold, and her lips looked soft. I wanted to bite them, taste her. "You deserve someone who sees how fucking amazing you are."

She blushed, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Thanks, Elle. You're always saying stuff like that. Makes me feel good."

We sat there, the air heavy. I could smell her shampoo, floral and sweet, mixed with something musky from her skin. My mind raced with dirty thoughts—sliding my hand up her thigh, under those shorts, finding her wet and ready. Making her gasp my name instead of his.

"Wanna do something fun?" she asked, breaking the moment. "Parents left the pool open. We could swim."

"Hell yeah." Anything to see her in a bikini, water dripping off her body.

We changed quick. I borrowed one of her suits—tight on me, pushing my tits up. She wore a red one, strings tied loose. Out by the pool, the sun beat down, hot on our skin. She jumped in first, splashing me. I dove after, chasing her.

We played around, laughing, her body brushing mine underwater. Once, she wrapped her legs around my waist in a fake wrestle, her pussy pressing against my stomach through the thin fabric. I almost groaned, my clit pulsing. Dark urges surged—I wanted to hold her there, grind until she came.

But I let go, splashing her instead. "You're gonna pay for that!"

She giggled, swimming away. We floated after, talking about school crap—finals coming up, prom drama. Jake's name came up again. "He asked me to prom, but I'm not sure."

"Don't go with him," I said, floating closer. Our hands touched under the water. "Go with someone who actually cares."

"Like who?" Her eyes met mine, curious.

Me, I thought. I'd make it the best night, then take her home and fuck her slow, make her mine forever. But I shrugged. "Someone better."

We got out as the sun dipped lower, drying off on lounge chairs. Her skin glistened, nipples hard from the cool air. I stared, hidden behind sunglasses, imagining licking the water drops off her tits.

Back inside, we ordered pizza for dinner. Sat on the couch in our suits, eating greasy slices. Sauce dripped on her chest, and she wiped it slow, her finger trailing between her tits. My pussy clenched. Fuck, she was teasing me without knowing.

We put on a movie after—a horror one with lots of screams. She snuggled close, her head on my shoulder when it got scary. Her hand on my thigh, innocent, but it burned. I draped an arm around her, fingers brushing her side boob. She didn't move away.

As the credits rolled, it was dark outside. Saturday winding down. "Stay over?" she asked. "Parents won't be back till tomorrow night. We can make breakfast or whatever."

"Yeah, I'd like that." My voice was low, laced with want. Tomorrow I'd go home, but tonight? The house was quiet, just us.

She yawned, stretching. Her tank rode up, showing her flat stomach. "Cool. Guest room's made up."

"Or I could crash in your bed. Like sleepovers when we were kids."

She paused, then smiled. "Sure. That sounds fun."

We headed upstairs, brushing teeth side by side. She stripped to panties and a tee, climbing in. I did the same, sliding next to her. Our bodies close under the covers. Heat radiated from her.

"Goodnight, Elle," she whispered in the dark.

"Night, Rose." But sleep was far away. My mind swirled with dark desires—owning her, breaking her from Jake, making her crave only me.

"Elle?" Her voice cut the silence. "You awake?"

"Yeah."

"Thanks for today. Best Saturday ever."

"Anytime. You're my favorite person."

She sighed content. "You're mine too."