I felt moisture dripping from my insides onto my underwear. I was SO glad I'd worn the ones my mom got me for my birthday. It was a set, a black lace bra and matching tanga. Who knew where this was going to lead?

Matty kept caressing and squeezing my boobs, almost teasingly. His fingers went back once again to my nipple, this time he pinched them. I cried out in pure exultation. Matty stopped kissing my neck and looked me in the face, saying in a husky voice, "How does that feel, baby?" I couldn't say a word, I was speechless. I just nodded, dumbly.

Matty did his signature smirk, and lowered his head. My eyes fluttered shut, waiting for his lips to make contact with my neck. But they didn't…instead, they mad residence at my left nipple, that was still covered by my damp shirt. I moaned deeply, as Matty's tongue circled around the hard peak. His tongue stopped what it was doing, and his lips latched around my pert nipple, sucking on it for all it was worth.

My eyes went towards my skull, and my arms gave out beneath me. I dropped onto Matty's face, feeling like I had been shocked by electricity.

Matty rolled us over wordlessly, and pulled his shirt over his head, I ogled obviously, while he started to raise my shirt. "Matty, no…." I said, suddenly nervous, Matty had never seen my breasts, at least not in the flesh or in person. "Jenna, it's okay….you can trust me. In fact I like their size, large tits are overrated," he said, quietly. I gave him a disbelieving glare, and he said "Okay, maybe not, but I don't care if they're As or triple Ds, they're a part of you. And that's all that matters." Matty smiled, and waited for a response. I nodded, and he started to lift my shirt up again. This time I let him.

I closed my eyes and raised my arms allowing him to get the damp purple shirt off my chest. I heard Matty gasp, and I opened my eyes. He was staring at my chest with what seemed like pure lust. I looked down at my boobs, then at his face, then back again. What? I didn't get it….

Matty's hands and mouth went back to my boobs eagerly. "So soft… pink… warm… Jenna…" his muffled mouth said in the valley between my breasts. I gripped his shoulders, digging my nails into them. Matty's lips latched to my right boob and did this amazing, wonderful twirl-lick-suck thingy. "Ahhh!" I exhaled sharply. His right hand pinched and teased and caressed my left boob easily. Matty's left hand slid up to cup the breast he was sucking before trailing down my side to the crotch of my shorts. He slid his hand down, palm flat into my pants and tanga. "OH!" I gasped loudly, as his middle finger hit a particularly sensitive spot through my shorts. Matty rubbed his finger against the spot, making me buck my hips up and down like an epileptic person. I moaned louder. Then he stopped, and I didn't know whether to be mad or grateful. It was such exquisite pleasure.