Haunted Hoots, part 5

Haunted Hoots, part 5
[boobs, supnat, breast play, see description for more info]

  "So tell me about yourself." Summer asked Floyd. She had locked herself in her room after school, not wishing to be disturbed as she contacted a spirit from beyond the grave. That, and she was sitting topless on her bed with her hands clutching and rubbing her great endowments like a pair of crystal balls.

  "Well, I was born in Brooklyn in 1898. My ma was a Scottish immigrant, and my pa was already in Brooklyn." Floyd recited. "Will that do?"

  "So you're like a hundred twenty years old or something?" Summer guessed.

  "Oh come now, you're making me feel old." he teased.

  "So what did you look like?"

  "Pretty average, I guess you could say. I could draw you a picture if you want."

  "How would you do that?" Summer asked, already getting a piece of paper and a pencil for Floyd.

  "You just clear your mind, and I can use you like a puppet. Temporarily, of course."

  "Sounds... interesting. I'll definitely give it a go." Summer sat down at her black, wooden desk. She closed her eyes.

  She inhaled...

  And exhaled.

    Inhaled.....

    Exhaled.

       Inhaled.......

       Exhaled.

          Inh-

---

  Summer jerked awake with a start. Her eyes darted back and forth as she gasped for air, until she focused on the drawing on her desk.

  Now, Summer could draw decently, but hardly to the level of artistry demonstrated on the sheet of paper on her desk. The proportions were perfect, it lacked any stylistic choices; it looked more like a photograph, one of a lean man in his twenties wearing a buttoned shirt and jeans, standing casually with his hands in his pockets. His face had a country boy vibe to it, with longer hair that looked like it needed to be gelled soon.

  "Wow, were you an artist?" Summer asked Floyd.

  "Nah. What you're seein' is basically a drawn photo of me." Summer nodded.

  "So who's Hazel?"

  "Only the prettiest girl I know. She looked like a classic movie starlet. It's a wonder she took an interest in a lad like me."

  "She was your wife, then?"

  "Nah. We never got that far."

  "An ex, then?"

  "No. It's kind of complicated."

  "Do you not want-" Summer asked until she heard knocking from her door. "Yeah!?"

  "Hey, come take out of the trash before dinner!" Her mom requested from the other side of the door.

  "Alright!" Summer answered. She got up and donned a shirt that unintentionally compressed her tits.

  I could use more shirts like this. Summer mused. With it on, her breasts seemed to be the size of large honeydew melons rather than foot-long, natural spheres of flesh.

  Nothing much happened that night. After dinner, Summer did her homework and went to bed. Her dreams that night were vague and incomplete, but when she woke up the next morning, a feeling of dread and regret stuck with her.

---

  As everyone left her fourth period English class to go to lunch, Tom stopped by Summer's desk.

  "Hey, thanks for the help." he said. "Think I've got this stuff down."

  "You're welcome." Summer tilted her head somewhat. "Would you like to go eat somewhere again?"

  "Sure, but Sara's already expecting me to go to lunch with her."

  "Ah."

  "Hey, how about we do something after practice? After school, football field?"

  "Sure thing." Summer nodded.

---

  After her last class, Summer made her way to the football field, where she found all the boys stretching and warming up. She sat in the highest row, and spent the next hour or so trying to invest herself in Tom's practice. However, she couldn't help but doodle in her notebook, a task that her rack made difficult. She didn't let that stop her, though.

  As the athletes left the field and headed to the gym, Summer caught up to Tom.

  "You did pretty good out there." Summer complemented him, though her gothic tone made it sound less earnest.

  "Thanks." Tom asked before he drank some blue Greater Aid. She noticed he stayed behind as the other jocks walked ahead.  "You have any plans tonight?" He asked in a lowered voice.

  "Depends. You have something in mind?"

  "Yeah, though let me get my stuff first. I don't want to be overheard."
Tom explained. Before Summer could ask any questions, he ran back to the group. Now, if Summer hadn't been smitten with him throughout high school, she probably would've left, but she was still there when Tom came back a few minutes later.

  "Let's get in my car." Tom motioned Summer to follow him.

  "I'm not having sex with you, if that's what you're wanting." Summer took a stand even as she sat in his car.

  "What? No, not that. I'm just curious about something, and I don't want this to get back to Sara." He explained, and then huffed before continuing. "You said there were ghosts in your boobs?"

  "One ghost, but yes."

  "Yeah, see, I can ask questions about that all day long. Heck, it'd be great if Sara got her hooters haunted like yours. But I've never believed in ghosts, but as they say, seeing is believing-"

  "So you want to see my boobs?" Summer cut to the chase. Tom sighed and leaned his head back.

  "Look, if you don't want to, you can just get out, no hard feelings, and we'll act like this never happened. I just wanted to honestly put it out there."

  Summer's hand instinctively touched the door handle, though she still sat and mused for a bit.

  "Okay. I guess a little peek won't hurt." Summer said, and reached for the bottom hem of her shirt.

  "Woah, woah, not here! You'll blind everyone." Tom insisted, though his eyes gleamed with excitement. "Let's go to my place. My parents are out of town, it's perfect."

  "Alright. But no sex." Summer repeated.

  "No sex." Tom agreed, as they drove away.

---

  Less than twenty minutes later, Tom brought Summer to his room and sat on his bed, ready for a treat.  However, Summer just awkwardly stood in front of him.

  "What's wrong?" He asked.

  "I don't know. I just don't know how to 'reveal' it, you know?" She shrugged and let her trench coat fall to the floor. It revealed a quote from one of her favorite movies stretched almost beyond the point of legibility.

  "Well, I don't either." Tom confessed. "How about I roll your shirt up and shake 'em out?"

  "Okay." Summer stepped closer. She felt hyper-aware of the mini-boobquakes her footsteps caused. Tom grabbed the hem of her shirt, and slowly folded it up, revealing Summer's flat, white stomach. He soon saw the first glimpses of her under-boobage.

  "No bra?" He asked her as he gradually saw more tit-flesh.

  "You think there's a bra that can fit me?" Summer asked with mock superiority.

  "Good point." He said as he rolled her shirt up to its halfway point. He then grabbed the sides of her shirt and shook it. The motions caused her boobs to shimmy out sliver by sliver, until they tumbled out. The sight of Summer's twin pale moons took him by surprise, and he leaned back.

  "They're... They're big. Huge!" Tom stammered. They looked great, too: ivory melons capped with pastel pink areolae and erect nipples. They supported themselves beautifully, offering their fleshy wonders up for the taking. A silent offer that he gladly accepted.

  Tom's hands grabbed a pillow each, pulled them and the goth girl behind them forward as he leaned back, and started rubbing them into his face.

  Summer's expression squirmed as her boobs were being manhandled. The prickly stubble poked her tender skin, and the constant pinching of flesh wasn't sexy at all.

  Floyd, any way you can make this feel better? Summer mentally pleaded.

  "Um, yeah, lemme do something real quick..." Floyd said, though only Summer could hear him. In a few seconds, Summer experienced the best mood swing in her life. From tolerating Tom's handiwork to liking it, Summer soon began to moan as she fell mercy to Tom's magic fingers. Even after Tom eventually stopped groping her tits, Summer still felt a buzz of arousal, and got a brilliant idea to make her feel even better.

  "Hey, I can make my titties grow." She told Tom when she had his attention. She also finished pulling her shirt off.

  "What?" He asked. He must've not heard her right.

  "My boobs. I can make them even bigger!" Summer said. Her eyes seemed to glimmer wildly.

  "Do it." Tom dared her.