by JA Low
“Are you seriously upset about not getting to say goodbye to my boobs?”
“Yeah, Ness, I am. I’ve loved those boobs for nearly six years, I consider them mine. But some other guy may be playing with them, and they might be the last one who gets to.” This conversation is getting weird. Quickly I unlock the car and we both jump in. Vanessa stays silent, which is probably for the best.
Not being able to stand the awkward silence anymore I break it. “I’m sorry, Ness, I didn’t mean to get weird about your boobs. They’re your boobs, no one owns them but you.”
She nods in agreement; we are both silent as we continue back to Derrick’s place. It’s not until we pull up that she talks again.
“Would you like to come inside?”
“Um…” There’s a long pause, I notice Vanessa is acting nervous all of a sudden. Shit, maybe I have freaked her out.
“Sure, I could use a glass of water,” I say. Vanessa nods and we both jump out of my truck and head inside in silence.
“Derrick’s at work,” Vanessa tells me as she fixes me a drink.
I smile and say, “Thanks,” as she hands me the glass of water. Then the awkward silence is back. What the hell is going on? Maybe she is freaking out over everything, today was a big day for her, making it all seem real. I turn my back to her as I place my glass in the sink, she probably needs time alone.
“I should get going,” I say as I turn around, but I am in shock because Vanessa is taking her top off.
“Ness?” I question her, my heart is racing and my dick is getting excited.
“I thought about what you said, about my boobs and how you have known them for a while, and I think you should say goodbye to them,” she says, standing there in pink lingerie. Her hand goes behind her back and unclips her bra, I watch it flutter to the floor. Fuck, fuck, fuck, there they are right in front of me, my mouth goes dry.
“Um, Ness. I don’t know if this is right.” Why the hell am I being a gentleman? I don’t want to be a gentleman.
“You are just saying goodbye to some old friends,” Vanessa adds with a smile.
She’s right, I kind of am. Taking a step toward her, I take in the curves of them; I run my hand over their fullness. I hear Vanessa’s breath hitch when I touch her skin, my finger continues on underneath her breast following the circle. I can feel the heat radiating between us. I touch the other breast and follow the same path around the outside of it. I move in a little further and start that same path, around and around slowly and softly until I reach her hard, puckered nipple. My thumb ever so gently rubs around the bumpy skin, my eyes look up and Vanessa has hers closed. Her teeth are biting into her bottom lip, her cheeks are flushed and her hands are gripping the counter, hard, almost cutting off their circulation.
I give her nipple a pinch.
“Ah,” Vanessa groans.
“I am going to miss you.” I talk to her breasts, my heated breath blowing on them. I bend over and let my lips kiss the top of them, and I softly kiss my way around them, taking my time, until I find her pink nipple again and I land a kiss directly on it.
“Hmm,” Vanessa hums, her eyes still closed.
“These have been the perfect breasts; my palms are weeping because they will miss holding you while their master sleeps.”
Vanessa’s eyes open and our stares meet each other. I give her a smile as my tongue darts out and starts its turn around one breast. Slowly, ever so fucking slowly, I trace the same route committing it to memory, feeling the tiny bumps of her areola on my tongue, moving onto her nipple where I swirl it around my tongue.
“Fuck,” Vanessa exhales on shaky breath.
My lips sink down over her nipple and I give it a hard suck.
“Christian, you’re going to make me come if you keep doing that.”
I smile as I keep working her breasts, moving from one to the other until she finally pushes me away, her face flushed and her breathing has accelerated. I step closer to her, pushing her body against the cabinets. “Thank you for letting me say goodbye.” I push off the cabinet and walk away from her, hoping that she realizes that the chemistry between us is hard to beat.
Weeks later
“You can’t hide this anymore, Ness,” Christian reminds me.
“I know, I just…” I let out a sigh, “I don’t want everyone to treat me differently.”
“I get it, but you are about to have surgery, your friends are going to want to be there for you.”
I know he’s right, but I’m scared, the more people I tell the more real it feels and that is scary.
“Fine, okay. Come on let’s organize a team meeting.”
“Want me to call next door to Wyld Jones and get them to come over? You can do it all at once.”
That’s not such a bad idea.
***
“Is everything okay?” Axel asks as the Dirty Texas boys sit in the conference room.
“Christian didn’t knock you up did he?” Derrick questions, the whole room goes silent.
“What, no!” I squeal.
Christian frowns at me.
“Then why are we all here?” Sienna asks “You’re not sick are you?”
My whole body stills, she knows me too well. I fiddle with my fingers, everyone’s eyes are on me, the tension in the room is unbearable.
“Um…I don’t know where to start.” I fumble over my words.
Christian squeezes my hand, giving me silent encouragement.
“You two didn’t like get married or something?” Evan asks, looking at our entwined fingers.
“No, God, no,” I add quickly.
“Hey,” Christian retorts.
I shake my head trying to find where to begin. “You know how my mum had that test, followed by the surgery she had to have so she wouldn’t get cancer.” I watch as everyone’s heads nod, they all remember. “Well…um…I am doing the same thing.” The room falls silent. Every single person’s face looks worried.
“You’re having a mastectomy?” Isla asks.
I nod my head; the room erupts into noise with everyone hurling questions at me all at once.
“Hey, hey, everyone shut the fuck up,” Christian yells, silencing the room. “I get you all have questions and Ness will answer them, but one at a time.” He gives me a tight smile.
“What’s going on, Ness?” Sienna asks, I can see the concern on her face.
I take a deep breath. “There is this test that you can do if you have a family history of breast cancer, Mum did it and that is how she found out she was positive to the BRCA gene, she begged me to do the test and I did. It came back positive.” Tears threaten, but I try to hold them back, I have to be strong.
“But, but…what does that mean?” Derrick asks.
“It means that there is a ridiculously high chance that I will get breast and ovarian cancer.” I hear the crowd gasp in shock. Christian grabs my hand again, giving me strength to continue. “So in a couple of weeks I am going to have a double mastectomy, just like Angelina Jolie did, and I am going to kick cancer’s butt before it kicks mine.”
Sienna starts to cry and rushes toward me and pulls me into her arms. Derrick joins her, and one by one everyone in the rooms takes a turn giving me a hug.
“Guys, please don’t treat me any differently. It’s just a little surgery, I am getting new boobs while I am under as well.”
“I helped pick them out,” Christian adds, lightening the mood.
“So everything will be okay then?” Stacey asks.
“Yeah, fingers crossed.”
***
“I am so nervous.” I’m standing in a small studio space in the basement of Dirty Texas Records wrapped in nothing but a very thin robe.
“You look beautiful,” Derrick coos, as he fusses with my hair.
“It’s just the closest people to you, Sienna and Derrick,” Charlotte says from behind the tripod.
“If it helps I will be whipping my boob out every five minutes to feed Ryder.”
Sienna laughs. It’s the truth I have caught sight of her naked boob so many times. That’s why Evan makes all the men leave the room if Sienna has to feed, he doesn’t want any of them getting a quick look at her tits, even if it is for the reason they were designed for. Caveman!
“Yeah but you haven’t seen my vajayjay before,” I moan, any excuse to not drop this robe.
“Well if it makes you feel any better, seeing your vajayjay will give me nightmares,” Derrick adds.
I elbow him in the ribs as he plays with my hair.
“Take your time, Ness. I understand this is hard, most people don’t feel comfortable being naked in front of the camera. How about I put some music on, Derrick can pop some champagne and we relax a little.”
That sounds like a good idea.
Which it was because one bottle of champagne later I let the robe go and enjoyed the experience. Charlotte is doing some sexy boudoir photos for me. I want to have some beautiful images of my breasts before they are gone for good. I know I am getting fake ones but they might not look the same, they most definitely won’t feel the same. I can’t believe I let Christian say goodbye to my breasts, what the hell was I thinking? I had to make him stop because I was moments away from pushing him onto the kitchen bench and straddling him. It was the single most erotic thing I have ever had done to me—the slow, measured strokes of his tongue, his lips, his fingers. There was no hurry with him, he took his time committing my breasts to memory, and it was fucking hot.
“Brilliant, V, that’s a wrap,” Charlotte squeals as Derrick covers me with the robe again. “You did so well,” she says smiling.
“You looked so sexy, I think my dick twitched.” Derrick smiles, giving me a kiss on the cheek.
“Wow, D, what a compliment,” I joke as he gives my ass a hard slap. “Ouch.”
“You did so well, babe. I am so fucking proud of you.” Sienna gives me a hug.
“I couldn’t have done it without you all, thank you.”
“Okay I have to go because I am slightly horny after this and I need to go ravage my husband.” Sienna laughs as she grabs all her baby shit and walks back upstairs to where the boys are.
“Everything is ready,” Camryn advises me.
I walk out into my back garden, looking out over a sea of pink. I called in the cavalry to organize this party for Vanessa. She goes in for surgery on Monday and I know she is freaking out, so I wanted to do something nice for her. I have decided that I am going to woo her with everything I have. We have been spending heaps of time together again and it feels right. I like having her back in my life again, hanging out, watching movies, going out for dinner, having lunch in the office together, just mundane normal shit. I wish it meant bedroom time, but I am a patient man, just having her back in my life again means more to me than sexual gratification. Fuck, thank God none of the boys can hear my thoughts because they would totally call me a pussy for that kind of talk, but it’s true. My hand is a poor substitute for Vanessa’s pussy but it has to do for the moment until we get back to where we were before things went pear shaped.
Today is a surprise, she has no idea what I have planned. It was only a couple of weeks ago that Vanessa had the courage to finally sit everyone down at work and tell them what was going on. She was so scared but it went really well. Of course everyone is worried about her, they want to help, but they also gave her the space she needed, no one hovered, no one treated her any differently. Her parents flew in this weekend and I have put them up at the Four Seasons in a beautiful suite, with a car on standby so they can use at any moment. They are bringing her tonight under the guise of us all catching up for dinner; they are totally in on the surprise. I’ve asked them to text when they are close. I got their text five minutes ago so they shouldn’t be far.
“Okay, listen up, she should be here in five minutes, everyone take your places and remember to yell, surprise when she walks in the door.” Everyone nods and goes off to find their hiding spot. Moments later the buzzer of my front gate goes off alerting everyone that she is here, checking the security camera to make sure it is them, I buzz them in.
“Places, everyone,” I call out as I head toward the front door. They are all just getting out as I open the front door. “Welcome,” I say warmly as I greet Vanessa’s parents. It takes a few moments before we all walk into the foyer.
“Surprise!” The room erupts and poppers of pink confetti shoot all over my home, showering it in pink dust. But I really don’t care. Vanessa looks taken a back until she sees the big sign hanging up saying;
Good Bye Boobies, Hello Tata’s.
Her eyes are watering, really badly, and she looks like she is in shock. She looks at me and runs toward me and kisses me in front of everyone, like a full on, rip your clothes off kiss. To which the whole room erupts into hoots and hollers.
“Um, Ness,” I say, interrupting our hot kiss. “Everyone is here.”
Her eyes don’t look around the room. “I know and I don’t care.” She smiles at me. “You did this didn’t you?”
Of course, I would do anything for her.
“And that is why I kissed the fuck out of you, because only you would throw a proper goodbye party for my boobs.” She bursts out laughing. “Thank you, Christian, thank you so much.” Her arms are still wrapped around me.
“You know I would do anything for you, don’t you?”
She nods her agreement. “Yeah, I know.” Her lips touch mine again, this time it is lighter. My heart is racing. What does this mean? Is she just being thankful or is there a chance for us to take things further? “I’m staying tonight, okay.” She tells me.
“Of course, and just know that if you do, I might never let you go.” I put my heart on the line again.
She gives me a huge smile that lights up her entire face. “I think I can handle that.”
“Okay, stop making out you love birds, Sienna and I have something to give Vanessa in honor of her boobies, but you have to follow us,” Derrick says very secretively.
We excuse ourselves from the party for a moment as we follow them into her old room where there is something hidden under a sheet.
“We wanted to give you something really special, to commemorate your boobs.” Sienna smiles as her hand is poised on the sheet. “We hope you like it.” She pulls the sheet away and there staring back at me is a pair of bronze tits.
Vanessa’s jaw drops. “Are they mine?”
Derrick and Sienna nod.
“But how?” she asks.
I may have gone over and run my fingers over Vanessa’s deliciously bronzed breasts, feeling the cool metal against the pads of my fingers.
“Stop that,” Derrick says, slapping my hand away from the tits. “This is not your new sex toy, you will not hump the monument,” Derrick adds.
I am insulted, my mind hadn’t even thought of that but maybe I would, just once I could jerk off over the bronzed tits.
“We asked the plastic surgeon to do the mold. He told you it was part of surgery,” Sienna adds.
“No, fucking way, you guys are sneaky. I love it, look at my boobs they are hot.” She gives them a squeeze with a honk, honk, making us all laugh.
“So the dream team are back together again?” Derrick asks, looking between the two of us.
We are both silent not knowing what to say.
Putting my arm around V’s shoulders I stand tall. “I’ll take her anyway she wants me, I’m a patient guy. I know what it feels like to lose her from my life and I’m not willing to lose her again.”
Sienna and Derrick both sigh at my words. They are the truth. Vanessa leans over and kisses my cheek.
“Um, we shall leave you two alone with the boobs,” Derrick says, pulling Sienna out of the room.
“They are crazy,” Vanessa laughs as she puts her arms around my neck.
“They just love you, that’s all. We all do.”
***
The party is a roaring success, I may have gone overboard with the boob th
eme, but seriously when in my life am I ever going to be able to have a party dedicated to boobs, boobs and more boobs. Camryn has outdone herself, the whole house is covered in pink, there are boob cupcakes, lingerie cookies, pink flowers, pink cocktails. You name it, we have it here. Of course this is a Dirty Texas party and it continued well into the night, a friend of ours set up a DJ booth and was spinning tracks by the pool. It wasn’t long until people were stripping off and jumping into it.
“So, you got the girl,” Axel states, sliding up beside me on the pools edge, all our friends running around having fun.
“I’m not sure.”
“Seemed that way when she walked through the door.”
“Yeah, that surprised the shit out of me,” I chuckle.
“So, you thinking of doing all that ‘through sickness and health’ stuff.”
My body stiffens. What is my brother getting at?
“Huh?”
“I’m not talking marriage; I’m talking about looking after her while she’s sick. That kind of puts a lot of pressure on a relationship.”
Why the hell is Axel talking like this?
“I would move heaven and earth for that girl and you know it. Even if things were the way they were before and we were just friends I would be doing the same thing.”
Axel smiles. “Good, I just wanted to check.”
“Really? You were just testing me? You’re a cunt.” I push him into the pool, he falls in spluttering, flipping me the bird as he swims off.
Vanessa swims up in-between my legs as I sit on the side of the pool, I look down at her, she’s swimming around in the skimpiest of lingerie and it’s driving my cock hard. I noticed some of the Sons of Brooklyn boys checking her out earlier, I was not impressed. I was ready to rip her away from those little punks, their greasy little eyes all over her, but she was having fun and she deserves no stress before her surgery.
“Having fun?” I question her.
Her hands move up my legs and disappear under my board shorts, her fingertips touching my balls.
