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Illi isn't wearing a bra today.
She's participating with all the other cool, alternative chicks at school after one of the girls in class got expelled for not wearing a bra. Even Frank thought it was a crock of shit; maybe you shouldn't hire pervert ass teachers that can't stop themselves from staring at a high schooler's chest? Why should the student be the one punished?
So Frank was with Illi and all the other girls one hundred percent!
But, also. Illi isn't wearing a bra today. And it's kind of driving him just a little fucking insane.
He's been just the tiniest bit distracted the whole day, unable to keep his eyes and thoughts away from Illi's tits. He feels terrible about it; they're best friends and have been since they were kids. Surely he can handle seeing his best friend's clothed chest without being weird about it.
Evidently not.
Illi comes running down the hall during one of their breaks, grinning as she finds Frank hanging with their other friends, Ray and Mikey. Does Illi's brother count as her friend? He's definitely friends with Frank, but Frank wonders if Mikey and Illi would be considered friends.
Anyways, tits.
Illi's chest is bouncing like crazy as she comes bounding down the hall, panting a little as she stops in front of their small group.
"We got them to roll back Lily's suspension!" She cheers excitedly, throwing her fists to the sky. Mikey and Ray both cheer and congratulate her, but Frank is a little caught up in staring at her and trying to keep his boner hidden. Illi's eyes meet his and she smiles brightly. "Isn't that awesome, Frankie?"
Frank startles. "Huh? Oh, yeah, dude! It's fuckin' sick what you all did for her," he smiles lightly. "Hope that creep gets fired."
Illi's smile falters a little and Frank's just about to asks what's wrong when she hums and takes him by the wrist, dragging him off who knows where.
Where happens to be the girl's bathroom and he profusely apologizes to all the girls that go running out before Illi locks the door.
"Nice, uh. Nice bathroom, huh? The boy's bathroom looks and smells like shit," he chuckles nervously.
Illi turns to look at him, her skirt swishing around her thighs. She's frowning heavily and a knot forms between her brows. "Are you mad at me?" She asks.
Frank's eyes widen. "What? Ills, no, what? Why'd you think that?"
Illi looks down at her shoes sadly, leaning back against one of the sinks. "You've barely looked at me all day, Frankie. I-I thought maybe you were just distracted, but every time we talked, you just kept looking away." She sniffles softly and Frank's heart breaks into a million pieces. "I just wanna know what I did wrong."
Frank takes a deep breath, his face burning. "This is a huge fuckin' misunderstanding, Illi," he laughs nervously. "God, this is embarrassing," he murmurs. "Fuck, okay. It's your tits. Wait, no!" He panics as Illi looks shocked and hurt. "It's just- The no bra thing? I'm dying over here," he breathes out. "I've kinda never been more turned on in my life. And every time you walk, your tits bounce, and I gotta look away because I start getting hard and it's all just so very embarrassing."
Illi stares at him for a few, terrifying seconds before she's breaking out into a fit of giggles. "Oh, Frankie. Why didn't you just tell me?"
Frank's face is surely red like a tomato right now. "Tell my best friend her tits make me horny? I'd rather die," he snorts.
Illi giggles softly. "I love you, Frankie. I'm just glad you're not upset with me."
Frank scoffs. "Same here, dude."
"Do you wanna see them?" She asks, and Frank's brain short circuits.
"Huh? Come again?"
"Do you. Want to. See them?" She emphasizes, tugging on the button of her shirt a little.
Frank stares like an idiot before he nods his head so quickly his vision goes blurry. "Yes, please," he breathes out.
Illi smiles brightly, happily taking off her blazer and reaching down to slowly unbutton her long sleeved shirt. Frank is practically salivating, a heavy breath parting his lips as her large breasts practically tumble free from her shirt. "You can touch, too," she coos and Frank just about cums in his pants just from that.
He's gently gripping her breasts in his hands, barely able to hold all the flesh at once, his hands practically swallowed up. He moans a little over how soft and warm her skin is, and is so endeared by the soft freckles dotting her breasts.
"This is better than heaven," he breathes out, barely stopping himself from shoving his face in her tits and happily suffocating in them.
Illi is giggling again, gently running a hand through Frank's messy hair. "You can do more, if you wanna."
Frank swallows thickly and nods. "Can I... Fuck them?"
Illi hums a little, thinking before she looks at the stalls behind Frank. She grins and nods, dragging Frank off to one of the stalls. She sits down atop the thankfully clean toilet and puffs out her chest a little. "There you go."
Fuck. Frank almost just cums once again.
He feels a little lightheaded as he unzips his uniform pants, drawing his hard cock free from his boxers. Illi watches him with a little smile, happily waiting for him to slot his cock between her breasts. He moans heavily, sure he's going to make a fool out of himself and cum within seconds. He really can't find it in him to care, though, because all that's on his mind right now is his best friend and her amazing tits.
She holds at the sides of her breasts, pressing them together and more firmly around Frank's cock. He shivers violently over the feeling, his hips starting to move on their own accord to thrust between her tits.
She's smiling up at him, her pretty face flushed an even prettier pink. Frank is worried he's starting to fall in love with his cock out.
He does his best to keep his moans and gasps down, not wanting the janitor to burst in on the two of them.
"How's it feel, Frankie?" She asks softly and Frank practically melts at how husky her voice sounds.
"Fuckin' incredible," he laughs breathlessly, his hands resting over hers as he starts to roll his hips faster. "Gonna fuckin' cum in two seconds like an idiot, though."
"I don't mind," she murmurs. "As long as you last longer with me next time."
Frank's brain definitely shuts down at that one. "Next... Next time?" He asks shakily.
Illi smiles lightly and nods. "Mhmm. Next time. And you're cumming inside me, next time."
Frank gasps at that, startling them both as he cums, painting Illi's chest with his cum. "Fucking. Shit. Fuck," he moans, gulping in a lungful of air as Illi giggles at him and cleans up her chest with a wad of toilet paper.
"I'm serious about next time," she murmurs, pressing a kiss to his cheek before she leaves the stall to fix her hair and uniform in the mirror. Frank stays frozen in the stall with his pants and boxers around his ankles as he tries to process what just happened.