Memorial Day

I couldn't believe how hot it was. I've always felt strongly that Memorial Day weekend is supposed to be a pleasantly warm kickoff to the summer, but this year - and frankly the last several - have been sweltering. These days it's less "lounge outside for a barbecue" than "get to the water or stay inside." I can't imagine standing next to a grill in this.

Still, at least I was off work and into the start of a long weekend. My roommates had managed to get themselves a hotel room near the beach, so I'd have the apartment to myself for a quiet, relaxing break.

I was waiting at the bus stop when I got a phone call from Erin, one of my roommates.

"Oh! Ben! Hey," she said after I picked up, sounding a little frantic. That wasn't really unusual for Erin, but calling someone on the phone was.

"What's up?" I'm only half paying attention, mostly focused on scanning the street for my bus. Sometimes I walk home from work - it takes about an hour - but there's no way I'm doing it in this heat.

"Remember when I said Victoria might come stay with us sometimes to get away from my parents?" she asked. Victoria was Erin's younger sister, who had graduated from college two weeks ago but hadn't found a job yet - a situation her parents were not exactly chill about.

"Uhh yeah," I said, watching a different bus go by and imagining I could feel a breath of air conditioning wafting off of it.

"So my mom has been really badgering her and she just can't take it anymore. She's on a Megabus headed to us now."

"Wait, what?"

"I know, it's not ideal, but she can't stay with them for a long weekend where they don't have to go to work and just focus on her all day long," Erin apologized.

"Does she know you and Jack are out of town?" Erin, Jack, and I had been friends in college, although they were a year behind me. They'd started dating six months after we all moved in together and this weekend was their first big romantic getaway.

"Yeah, but I figured you two can just hang out, or not, and she can sleep in my room since it doesn't get used that much."

I took a beat to think, my eyes still watching the wrong buses whiz by, sweating in the early summer heat. Victoria was basically a friendly acquaintance; we'd never hung out alone, and I always got the sense she didn't really know how to interact with me, like she thought of me as her sister's unusually older friend since I was four years older than her. On top of that, while Victoria was smart and had a sense of humor, it was pretty biting and could turn nasty quickly. Not the type of person I'd planned on spending my relaxing weekend navigating around.

"She really just needs somewhere to hide out. She won't bother you at all." Apparently I'd been thinking too long, and now Erin was trying to convince me.

"I mean it's fine," I said. "It is what it is. You two have fun at the beach."

Erin gave an audible sigh of relief. "Thanks Ben. You have a good weekend too."

"Bye." I hung up. I don't know what bad thing I'd done to deserve this, but it was another fifteen minutes before my bus came. Naturally it was packed, and someone onboard said the previous bus had overheated a mile up the road.

After standing for a few stops, a seat opened up that I could squeeze into. The middle-aged guy I sat next to looked me up and down before reaching into his bag. He'd clearly been taking in my sweaty condition, because he handed me a bottle of water.

"Thanks," I say, quickly draining the bottle.

"No worries," the guy smiles. "I try carrying some around on days like this to give to people who need them, and you clearly needed one. And now that's less weight for me to carry."

"I appreciate it," I say. I hadn't noticed, but I was feeling kind of woozy all of a sudden. I figured it was probably the heat, and my body was just starting to process being able to sit down in air conditioning. Pretty quickly I found I could barely keep my eyes open. Since I couldn't miss my stop with it being the last one on this route, I decided to give into it and go to sleep.

The bus driver's voice on the intercom announcing the last stop brought me out of the deepest sleep I'd ever had on a city bus. There were only three or four people still on it, and none on my bench. I was still feeling pretty groggy as I stumbled off the bus; luckily it was only a three-block walk home. By the time I got there I was sweaty and tired, and I fell right into bed still wearing my work clothes.

I woke to the sound of the apartment buzzer. I was definitely less groggy than when I'd awoken on the bus, but it still took me a moment to remind myself what was going on. I'd been asleep for two hours, and the sky outside had that deep blue summer dusk hue. I went out to the living room and pushed the intercom to stop the buzzer.

"Are you going to let me up?" Victoria sounded concerned and annoyed at the same time.

"Yeah, come on up," I said flatly, still waking up and still sort of annoyed at the situation. I pushed the button to let her in and stood around waiting to open my apartment door for her. I just really did not need a long weekend of Victoria being sarcastic at me in my space when I was doing her a favor, especially when this heat wave was going to mean neither of us would want to go outside much.

After two minutes, there was a knock at the door, and I opened it to see Victoria standing there. She was a bit shorter than average - I'd guess around five feet and five inches - and had brown hair that went past her shoulders. She wore large trendy glasses over her brown eyes, and almost always seemed to have a skeptical look on her face. But the thing that had always made me feel a little weird about Victoria - my friend's younger sister, six years younger than I was and whom I'd met when she was starting college - was that she had really big boobs. They were just small enough that she didn't actually look freaky or disproportionate, but only just. I'm sure they'd give her back pain or attract unwanted attention or any of the other problems big-boobed women face, but those weren't my problem. My problem was that every time she started showing a little skin - or, God forbid, cleavage - around her chest, I felt like I couldn't take my eyes off her and also like a huge creep for feeling that way. Really, her being clothed wasn't much better, since shirts and sweaters seemed to hug her curves like a wetsuit.

"Are you gonna let me in?" she said, her eyebrow raised and that skeptical smirk still on her face.

"Oh yeah, come in," I replied. She hauled her large duffel bag in with an effort that shows it was clearly heavy, probably much heavier than it needed to be to stay in my apartment for a few days.

As I closed the door, Victoria looked up from where she was dragging the bag. "Do you think you could help me carry this to the room?" she said, her face switching into a look so sincere it was hard to remember the smirk she'd had earlier.

"Sure, I can help." I picked up the bag and started walking back to Erin's room. This was what the whole weekend would be like, probably: Victoria would make reasonable requests that led to me being pushed around and not being able to properly relax all weekend. I felt like I was always on edge with her because I never knew if I was going to get the friendly, funny Victoria or the clever mean girl Victoria. If that long Megabus ride had put her in a bad mood, I was in for a rough evening.

I heaved the bag up on the bed and turned around to leave the room, only to discover that Victoria had apparently been following close behind me. We were now standing face to face just a little too close for normal conversation.

She took a deep breath, almost like a gasp, and looked down, almost like she was feeling shy. With her head still tilted down, she looked up at my face.

"Thanks for letting me stay here, Ben," she said softly. "I really appreciate it." And with that, she closed the distance between us and hugged me.

Needless to say, I was surprised. Victoria and I had never really been huggers. As my roommate's sister, Victoria and I were in that awkward middle ground where we knew each other too well to shake hands, but were not actually close enough for hugging. Usually we just kind of waved to each other in greeting or goodbye, focusing more on the people in the group we knew better.

The other surprising thing was that I could feel myself getting harder as she hugged me. This was the kind of thing that had happened when I was in high school, but it'd been years since a platonic hug set me off like this. I pulled away, hoping she hadn't noticed.

"No problem - happy I could help out." I was willing my cock to go down, but thinking about it only seemed to make me harder. "I'll get out of your hair and let you settle in then." I shoved my hands in my pockets to try to hide my semi-hard cock, and went back to my own room.

I was still feeling a little dazed, so I decided to take a shower to clear my head. I'd never been more grateful that my room had its own attached bathroom so I didn't have to go back out past Victoria to do it. I stripped down, left my clothes on the floor of my bedroom, and went into the bathroom.

I stared at myself in the mirror. I was still a little hard, and I felt my balls brushing lightly against my legs in a way that felt different than usual, but I chalked it all up to the extreme heat and the unusual physical contact with Victoria. I got in the shower, and I did feel better after cleaning myself off. My erection hadn't totally gone down, but I put on some loose pajamas and went out to make myself a sandwich and watch some TV. Except for one time in gym class when I got hit with a kickball, I couldn't remember ever thinking about my balls as much as I had tonight; they felt weirdly... heavy? But I spread my legs when I sat down and felt like I was pretty comfortable overall.

I was two episodes deep into a Seinfeld marathon on Comedy Central when Victoria emerged from Erin's room holding half of a sandwich - clearly one of those premade ones you can buy at a convenience store.

"Mind if I sit?" She nodded towards the couch.

"Go for it," I scooted over to make more room for her. She had changed into what I guessed were her pajamas too: An oversized t-shirt tucked into some loose shorts. I tried not to look too long, but even a big shirt couldn't hide Victoria's prominent chest. My eyes were drawn to the way the fabric rested on the top of her chest, then tented out over her round breasts and pulling against them as the fabric was drawn into her waistband. I felt my cock stir again and was glad my own loose pants gave it room to grow discreetly.

"This is a good one," Victoria said, gesturing at the TV as she sat down and unwrapped her sandwich. I started, realizing I had been looking at her too long to be normal, but luckily she didn't seem to have noticed.

We sat together watching TV for a while, occasionally laughing or talking about our favorite parts of the episodes. It was easily the most relaxed encounter I'd ever had with Victoria, and it was nice to let my guard down and not worry about getting the snarky version of her.

After another few episodes, Seinfeld gave way to South Park, which Victoria announced that she hated. "Let's see what else is on," she said, grabbing the remote. She started flipping through channels at lightning speed. "Boo, boo, boo, boo." Apparently this was how she showed her disapproval of Friday night cable programming.

"Wasn't that Jurassic Park?" I asked incredulously as she booed her way through the movie channels.

"We're not watching that," she replied dismissively, and I realized I was getting both Victorias tonight.

I was sure she'd make it all the way around the dial when she perked up and exclaimed, "Here we go!" and threw the remote back down on the table. I looked up from my phone and it took me a second to realize where we'd landed. "Is this... Mamma Mia... 2?"

"Here we go again," she said emphatically, giving me a punch on the arm. I rolled my eyes but figured I might as well give it a shot. I put my phone down and leaned back. At least Amanda Seyfried and the other girl were hot. (A quick Wikipedia check told me her name was Lily James.)

During a commercial break, Victoria got up and slid open the door to the pantry. The door blocked most of her body from me as she rooted around, but with the way she was bending over I had a perfect view of her legs and ass in profile. I'd be lying if I said I didn't find that more compelling viewing than the latest pharmaceutical ads.

"Don't you have any thing good here?" she called over to me.

"I don't know, there might be some leftover Girl Scout cookies if that's what you're looking for."

"Where..." she straightened up, looking on higher shelves. "Oh there they are." She slid the door shut and turned to look at me, holding a box of Thin Mints in her hand. "Trying to keep them so Erin can't reach?" she said sarcastically.

"I mean the rest of them did disappear pretty quickly," I said, smiling a little sheepishly.

"Figures." Victoria made a face like we were sharing a joke about her sister as she returned to the couch and flopped back to a sitting position. She'd landed closer to me than she was when she got up, and our legs weren't exactly touching but we were close enough that any movement would cause us to touch. I felt like I could feel her body just beyond mine.

"Here," she said, offering me the box of cookies. I took a few and tried to focus on the movie rather than her presence so close to mine.

I made it through the movie without anything weird happening. We did wind up touching occasionally as we shifted in our seats, but we always just wordlessly moved again. She never returned to the other side of the couch, but, I reminded myself, this side did have a better view of the TV. And the movie wasn't all that bad, so I couldn't really be mad at her. We were actually having kind of a nice night together.

Then the credits rolled, and Victoria spoke for the first time in a while.

"Uh, what is that?"

"Huh?" I blinked, grounding myself back in the room after an hour and a half in sun-dappled Greek islands.

"That," she said, more emphatically this time, and nudged my knee with hers as she gestured down with her head. I followed her gaze and realized my cock was hard enough to be visibly tenting my pajama pants.

"Uh, nothing," I said quickly, trying to adjust myself as gracefully as I could with her staring at my crotch.

"Sure it is." There was that sarcastic Victoria again. Her knee was still touching mine, which made it harder to focus until she spoke again.

"Let's see it." My head snapped up to look at her so fast I was surprised I didn't hurt something. "Come on," she said like it was the most ordinary thing in the world, "give me a look."

"I... I don't think -" My hands were in my lap trying to hide my cock, but somehow this was just stimulating it more.

"Is it because of me?" She raised an eyebrow as she pivoted her torso and put an arm up on the couch behind me. Our knees were still touching and it was practically all I could think about - that and my hard cock, which was getting harder the more I thought about her touching me.

"Oh, no, it's just -"

She interrupted me again. "Come on, it's because of me. You have to let me see it."

"What?" I was bewildered. I'd never had the sense Victoria wanted to see much of me at all, let alone my hard dick.

"Look if you don't show me, I'll have to tell Erin the weekend was really weird because you started perving on me the first night I was here." Her hand was on my thigh just above my knee. I didn't remember it happening but I was now very conscious of the thin fabric and short distance separating her hand from my penis.

I spluttered. "Wouldn't it be more pervy of me to whip out my dick than to just have an erection like humans get sometimes?"

"Nooo." This was very Victoria, explaining something in a tone that suggested people who disagreed with her were idiots. "Getting secret boners from looking sideways at me is pervy. Showing me your cock when I ask to see it is just being a good host."

I felt cornered. I couldn't tell if she was bluffing, and I really did not want Victoria telling Erin I was making her uncomfortable. I took a deep breath. Her hand squeezed my leg softly.

"Okayyyy." I dragged out the word as though hoping an alternative would present itself. When it didn't, I opened the fly of my pajama pants and pulled out my cock.

I could feel my cock was at maximum hardness. Once freed from my pants, it stood straight up in my lap curving slightly back towards me. All I could think about was how hard it was, and Victoria's eyes staring at it. Her mouth dropped open a little in shock.

"That's because of me," she whispered in awe, staring at my cock like she was in a trance. She dragged her hand up my leg and wrapped it softly around the base of my cock. It seemed like it was happening almost subconsciously. She wasn't stroking or anything, just holding my cock up so she could look at it. I knew my cock had been at full mast when I took it out, but I felt like it was still hardening, like it was reaching up towards her.

"Mind if I get a closer look?" she said, raising her eyebrows at me.

I was frozen still. I couldn't believe what was happening and didn't want to say or do anything that would make her let go of my achingly hard cock, or break the spell and have her decide this was all me being gross. So I nodded a tiny bit and she lowered her head towards my lap.

And kissed the tip.

I gasped as she lowered herself sideways over my lap and softly kissed her way down my shaft, still holding it loosely from the base. She started sucking on the lower third of my cock from the side and lowered her hand to gently cup my balls. They felt heavy resting in her hand, like they had reached maximum capacity.

After licking around my shaft a few times, Victoria wrapped her lips around my cock and started bobbing her head on the tip. I was losing my mind. I felt like cum had been building up inside me since that first weird boner when she hugged me, and now my cock and balls were straining for release. I could feel her soft tits brushing my leg through her shirt as she leaned over. With one hand she started massaging my balls, which felt more sensitive than ever.

I'd been doing my best to stay quiet and still, but her warm mouth got to be too much. When I started moaning softly in time with her lips sliding up and down my shaft, Victoria slowly pulled off and looked up at me. My balls were still in her hand as she looked into my eyes. "Give me your cum, Ben. You made it for me and I want it all."

I groaned loudly. Victoria smiled and lowered her head to my cock again as I finally touched her myself, resting my hand on my back to encourage her as she slurped more aggressively on my cock. It seemed like she was trying to fit the whole thing in her mouth, but I didn't know if I'd ever been bigger.

I started bucking my hips slightly into her mouth, doing my best to restrain myself so she didn't choke. My moaning was increasing as she pulled her other arm off the couch and started rubbing my lower shaft while she bobbed on the tip and massaged my balls. "Ohhhh Victoria," I gasped, "I'm gonna cum."

She bobbed deeper, which I could only take as encouragement to continue. With a groan, I thrust up one more time and started cumming in her mouth.

I could feel Victoria trying to swallow but she started choking pretty quickly and pulled off, her cheeks bulging as she swallowed. She didn't sit up though, so my cock kept shooting rivers of thick cum up at her face, splattering across her glasses, lips, and cheeks. I couldn't believe how much was coming out; it was almost like I could feel my balls pulsing as it shot out.

When it finally slowed to a stop, my cock dipped away from her slightly. Victoria sat up and leaned back, one hand pressed against her chest as she caught her breath. Her glasses and face were covered in cum, and her mouth was open as she gasped. I could see cum on her tongue and a few strands dripping from her lips. The top of her shirt was soaked, sticking to her huge tits.

"Wow," she gasped, smiling as she pushed her hair back over her shoulders. "Are you always like that?"

"Uh there's not usually that much," I said, astonished as I looked at her soaking shirt and cummy face.

"Just for me then," she smiled, then stuck out her tongue to lick cum off her face. "Can't let any go to waste then."

With that, she reached down and peeled off her shirt. I felt like I could almost hear the sticky material pulling away from her chest. She used the fabric to wipe off her glasses, then lifted the shirt to her mouth and started licking the wettest areas of the fabric. I was speechless, my eyes darting back and forth between the pleased look on her face as she sucked my cum off her shirt, and the sight of her heavy breasts in nothing but a bra. Impossibly, I could feel my cock starting to stir again.

Victoria smacked her lips as she finished, then tossed her shirt off the side of the couch and onto the floor. Wearing nothing but her bra and pajama shorts, she cuddled close to me, resting her head on my shoulder and her hand on my chest. "Maybe I won't need to use Erin's bed after all."

I sat there dumbly. I couldn't believe I was getting hard again. I had just unleashed the biggest load of my life and my cock was already rising to attention as Victoria's hand rubbed circles on my chest. I kept glancing over and down and seeing her bra-clad tits - ones I'd snuck looks at so many times - so close to me.

I needed to get out of here before something crazier happened. I picked up my phone and pretended to check the time. "Are you tired?" I asked her, trying to keep my eyes on her face instead of her body. It didn't help - there were still traces of cum on her glasses and cheeks, and I could feel my eyes lowering to her cleavage.

Victoria looked up at me with hooded eyes and lowered her hand towards my lap. "Not at all," she smiled deviously.

I had to get out of here. I was getting harder, but also starting to imagine Erin walking in and finding me on the couch with her little sister. I knew it couldn't happen with my roommates out of town, but the thought still alarmed me.

"Well, I'm going to bed," I announced, a little too loudly to be normal. I stood up and stepped away from the couch. I saw Victoria's eyes glued to my waist and realized I'd never put away my cock. I fumbled, doing my best to shove my erection into the loose pants.

"Have a nice night," I told her. "You can keep watching TV; I won't really hear it in my room."

With that, I left the room as quickly as my dignity would allow, still feeling the phantom of her hand on my thigh, cupping my balls, her lips around my cock. I went into my bathroom and washed off my crotch, which somehow also had some cum on it. I had no idea why there was so much.

I stared at myself in the mirror. My cock was rock hard, as hard as it ever got. I felt like I could see more of my balls than I normally could when standing like this.

Most nights if I was hard before bed I'd jerk off, but the experience with Victoria had rattled me - as had the knowledge that she was just a few feet away, and seemed like she'd happily rub one out for me again. It had been a weird day. That was all there was to it. It was hot, neither Victoria nor I had expected her to be here, and we'd had a weird moment. Those things happen. No big deal.

I wished I'd been able to really convince myself of that as I climbed in bed and, after a while, finally fell asleep.