And then, finally, it was Saturday.

Amanda sat on her couch. She wore her sexiest dress, a slinky, dark purple number that hugged her curves well. It had a low cut scoop in the front to show off her cleavage. She’d only ever worn it out once and that was on one of the girl’s nights out when Tasha had badgered her into wearing it. She always thought it was too revealing to let anyone else see. Almost half of her breasts were sticking up out of the top. Tonight, she decided this was a bonus. Underneath she wore her sexiest lingerie. She’d let Tasha pick it out as an anniversary surprise for Daniel. She had to veto a couple of her ideas, but eventually she settled on a black, sheer, laced shelf bra. She didn’t realize until she wore it for him for the first time that the bra was so low that a good portion of her pink areolas peeked out over the laced edge. She had matching panties, which were higher cut in the rear than she was accustomed to, but she hadn’t let Tasha talk her into the thong. She also wore black lace stockings, remembering that Tasha had told her how Tyrone liked stockings and garters. She wished now she had the garter as well.

She straightened her dress, checking over it once again. Tyrone wasn’t supposed to arrive until 8:00, but she was ready at 7:00 and she sat nervously waiting on him. Just after 8:00 there was a knock at the front door. She stood, adjusted her dress once more and made her way to the door. She stood at the door, and adjusted her breasts, making sure they were just right. She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, then opened the door.

There stood Tyrone. He was neatly dressed, but not overly. He wore slacks and a nice button down shirt. He fidgeted nervously as he said “Um. Hi, Amanda.”

He was trying his hardest to maintain eye contact with her as she let him into the house. “Come on in.”

She walked past him. He stood tentatively just past inside front door, as if he was a first time visitor here instead of the old friend who’d visited their house hundreds of times before. Amanda moved in front of him and faced him.

“You look nice.” He said through a dry mouth.

“Thank you. So do you.” She noticed his awkward stance and she saw his eyes suddenly break from hers and dart down to get a quick peek at her breasts before returning up. “It’s ok,” she said. “You can look.”

His eyes went back down to her heaving chest. She cupped them and gave them a bit of a lift. “Tasha says you like them.” Tyrone responded with a nod and a gulp. “Well, tonight they are here for you.”

An awkward few seconds passed as he stood ogling her chest. She tried to make it a bit less awkward by doing a bit of a turn, posing a bit for him. “I wore this dress just for you.”

“Its- its beautiful.” Tyrone replied.

“But I bet you are more interested in what’s underneath.” Another nod answered her. She reached back and pulled up her hair. “Unzip me.”

Tyrone fumbled with the zipper at first but eventually managed to pull it all the way down. Her soft white skin exposed along her spine. He could see the clasp of a black bra beneath her shoulder blades and the zipper ran so far down that he could see the top of black panties at the crest of her small, tight ass.

She started to turn back to face him, but stopped. She looked back over one shoulder and said, “Why don’t you have a seat?”

He took a seat on the couch. Amanda laughed a bit to herself when she noticed that he sat in the very spot she had been when this whole crazy idea had first come up.

Her confidence was on the rise. She thought he would be taking control of the situation right from the start, but it was clearly up to her. She resolved to seize the opportunity. After all, this was her night. Why shouldn’t she be in control?

She let the dress slide first off one shoulder then the next, being sure to catch it before it fell down. She could see that there was a clear bulge beginning to grow in Tyrone’s pants. She turned her back to him and let the dress drop with a sudden motion. She stepped forward out of the dress and struck a pose, shifting her weight mainly onto one leg and extending the other out where just her toes touched the ground. She adjusted the top of her stockings, entirely for his enjoyment since they hadn’t slipped at all.

He sat back and drank in the sight of her milky white skin offset by the black lace.

She wheeled to face him. Her breasts shook and jiggled as she suddenly stopped. He could barely make out the pink of her nipples against such pale skin. Amanda was very pale, but her chest even more so. Her nipples were a light rosy pink that faded at the edges as to make it almost impossible to tell where the areola ended and the rest of the breast began. Amanda looked down at her breasts. Thinking of how very different they were from Tasha’s. She and Tasha had been nude in front of one another on many occasions. Tasha’s breasts were small, but very firm. Tasha had commented that her own breasts were barely a handful if you put them both together when each one of Amanda’s breasts more than two hands could manage. Where Amanda's nipples were large and a light rosy pink,Tasha’s nipples were dark and small. Amanda once joked that they were like Hershey’s Kisses and Tasha had rebutted that Hershey’s doesn’t make Kisses in a chocolate that dark.

“Well,” Amanda thought, “Tyrone is going to be in for a show.”

She reached behind her and unfastened the clasp on her bra. Her breasts pulled out away from her body, though the bra had been so tight the shoulder straps still held on to them. She hooked her thumbs beneath the straps and slid the bra from her shoulders. Her breasts sprung free, hanging out from beneath and beside the bra. From Tyrone’s point of view her breasts had spilled out in every direction, seemingly doubling in size as they were freed from their cage. He still could not get a full view of her nipples, however, as she held the bra directly in front of them.

She took a step toward him and tossed the bra off to one side. She saw his crotch twitch as she revealed her breasts to him. She stepped over to him, playing with her breasts as she did so. “I bet you want to play with them,” Amanda said softly as she straddled him on the couch. Her breasts hung, large and supple yet not without a certain degree of firmness. Tasha had often commented that it was unfair that breasts that big could stay so firm and even made some comments about them defying gravity. Amanda wasn’t so sure about that, she’d sometimes wished her breasts could be as perky as Tasha’s, with nipples pointing up to the sky. Amanda’s nipples needed a bit of coaxing to stand out and when they did, they went more forward than up.

She looked down to see Tyrone waiting nervously. “Well, go ahead. Tonight they’re all yours.”

He didn’t need much coaxing. His hand sprung up to them instantly. He kneaded and fondled them and with no pause placed one of her nipples in his mouth. Her areola was larger than he’d set his mouth to begin with, but he quickly reset and pressed his thick lips to her breasts and began to suck. His tongue darted and danced on her nipple and it quickly stiffened inside his mouth. He was using his fingers to play with the other nipple while maintaining a firm grip to keep the heavy mammary up.

She’d been sitting with her knees on either side of him, trying to stand tall to keep her breasts at easy access for his mouth. As he passionately worked on her breasts, she grew more and more aroused. Both nipples were now stiff as he alternated them between mouth and fingers. The foreplay was having an effect not only on her nipples, however, she could feel the wetness growing inside her panties. As the passion welled within her, she slid down, sitting fully in Tyrone’s lap. That’s when she felt it. There were still layers of clothing between them, but she could feel his cock straining and pulsing. She maneuvered over to where her pussy was resting on top of it, and began to slide her body back and forth. It did feel big. But she couldn’t really tell exactly how big just yet.

She took both hands and cupped Tyrone’s face. It took a bit of effort to pry him away from her breasts to look up at her. Looking down at him, she could see her tits covered with his saliva and even though his face was now looking up, his hands did not stop their work. She looked into his eyes and said “There’s more.”

She pulled herself up and stood before him. She could see the spot on his pants where her wetness had darkened them. She found it hard not to jump straight at his cock, but there was still a bit of that timid girl who told her that she needed to build her way up to it. She leaned over in front of him and she could tell that he enjoyed the view. She began unbuttoning his shirt, one button at a time until she pulled it off of him. Tyrone had always worked out and kept in good shape. He had a stocky muscular upper body that seemed almost absent of hair. He didn’t quite have a six pack, but his dark brown pecs and abs gave Amanda quite a thrill. She’d noticed his body at the pool, of course. He was of a much thicker build than Daniel, who was slender and wiry.

She traced her fingers over his broad shoulders and down his chest. She gently stroked his nipple and trailed a finger down his stomach. Her finger stopped just at his belt buckle and she pulled away. Amanda stood upright, slid her fingers beneath her panties at each hip and pulled them down. As the slid down her legs, Tyrone got a full view of her. She had a small patch of light pubic hair just above her pussy. Its lips were mostly concealed, but he could see a bit of pink peeking out. He could see the slick wetness that surrounded her vagina and glistened on her thighs.

He stood up with a suddenness that almost started Amanda. Tyrone slid one hand between them and began to finger her pussy. He stroked around outside lightly at first, but then began probing inside with one finger. His fingers were thick, far thicker than hers and she shivered as it entered her.

She decided that now was the moment of decision. It was either go for it, or stop now.

She grabbed his belt buckle, swiftly unfastening it. Hastily she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, as though if she took too long to do it that the entire possibility may vanish before she got a chance to enjoy it. His pants slid down. She grabbed at each side of his boxer’s and snatched.

And there it was.

Her first black cock.