He had never been so nervous. Still worrying if Marge knew that he had been jerking off when they talked last, and worrying about whether Sandy would want to see him, Biff almost lost his nerve. But he gathered all his strength and called. Sandy answered. Biff swallowed hard and introduced himself. He could hear his voice shaking, and he had to think about Sandy's ass in order to continue.
"I talked to your mother a few weeks ago," he said. "So I thought I'd call you up."
"I'm glad you did," Sandy said in a sweet voice.
Biff suggested that they get together for a Coke. To his surprise, Sandy agreed.
They were to meet at the hamburger joint on Sandy's corner. Biff rode his bike as fast as he could all the way there. When he arrived, Sandy hadn't shown up yet.
Biff was early. He had been so eager, he got there sooner than he thought he would.
Sipping a Coke, Biff wiggled in his seat. His eyes never left the door.
Several girls came in. A few times, Biff thought he recognized his old playmate. When Sandy did come into the restaurant, Biff didn't know her.
It wasn't that he didn't notice her. There wasn't a boy or man in the world that wouldn't notice her.
If it wasn't her pretty face that attracted them, any man would drool over her big, bouncy tits. And if that didn't do it, her round, wide ass, encased tightly in denim, would.
Biff could even see the dark circles of her nipples through her blouse.
Rut it was only when Sandy slipped into the booth with him that Biff knew who she was.
"Hi, Biff," she said with a broad smile. "You look just the same as always."
Before Biff could say a word, Sandy leaned across the table and kissed him on the cheek. As she did that, Biff noticed her tits hit the table and flatten out on it.
If there had been any chance of his remaining calm, that kiss ruined it. The touch of Sandy's tender lips on his cheek and the smell of her blond hair made him a quivering heap. He could have melted. He felt as though every bone in his body had gone limp. Only his prick had remained firm. And it was from that hard cock that he drew the courage not to run away.
"Gee," Biff gasped. "You, you…"
He couldn't get another word out. With his mouth hanging open and his eyes constantly dropping to view Sandy's huge tits, he was helpless.
He felt like a fool. Why had he ever called her? he wondered. What did he expect to happen?
Sandy laughed. But Biff knew that she wasn't laughing at him. Her laugh was too friendly and happy. In fact, it was the nicest laugh Biff had ever heard. Even if Sandy's tits weren't bouncing with her laughter, Biff would have thrilled at it.
"I know I don't look much like I used to," she said. "Isn't it funny how we change. I can't believe it when I look at old pictures of myself."
Not only was Sandy a beauty, she was a charmer as well. Biff was almost relaxed already.
"Yeah," he agreed. "I don't feel anything like I used to when I was small. I mean, I feel completely different now."
Biff knew that he was talking nonsense. And he was staring at Sandy's tits again. But Sandy laughed again, making Biff feel better.
They talked about the good times they had had together and about the other kids they had played with. Sandy seemed to know what happened to all their old playmates, while Biff had lost touch with them.
Biff couldn't remember having a better time. But he didn't forget about his hopes. Could he and Sandy become playmates again? Now there would be so many new games to play!
"After you called I was looking through some old snapshots of us as kids together," Sandy said. "They're hilarious. Would you like to see them? We could go over to my house if you'd like."
"Sure," Biff said, a bit too eagerly.
Naturally, the first thing Biff thought about was getting the chance to grab Sandy. If no one was home at her house, he promised himself he would do just that.
"Oh, you brought your bicycle," Sandy said as Biff unlocked it.
"Yeah, but I can walk it over to your house," he said.
Biff realized that a college chick like Sandy must think it childish to ride a bicycle. It would be awkward to walk the bike.
"Why don't you ride it mid I'll meet you there?" she said. "I have my car."
"Your car?" Biff asked, surprised.
Did Sandy have her own car? Could he hope to get anywhere with a chick who had her own car while he was still riding a bicycle?
"I know it's silly to drive to the corner," Sandy said. "I've been getting so lazy since my mother bought me that car."
Biff rode his bike down the street toward Sandy's house. When she zoomed past in her car, his heart sank. Not only did she have her own car, but it was a beautiful, new sports job.
Sandy was standing beside, her car in the driveway when Biff rode up. She looked so good, he almost gave up the thought of grabbing her. She was out of his league.
As Biff followed Sandy into her house, he watched her ass swaying back and forth. He shoved his hands into his pockets to hide the bulge of his stiff prick.
There didn't seem to be anyone home. Biff's heart began to pound.
"Here," Sandy said, as she handed Biff a box. He had to pull his hands from his pockets to take the box. And he was sure that Sandy glanced down and noticed his hard-on.
He sat down on the couch with the box on his lap. When he opened it, the first thing he saw was an old black and white photo of him and Sandy.
Sandy had sat down next to him. She was looking at the photo too.
"Isn't it a scream?" she giggled.
It was pretty funny, Biff thought. But he could feel the warmth of Sandy's body beside him. So his mind wasn't on the picture.
"Look, there's more," Sandy said.
She leaned closer and began to search through the pile of pictures. Now her tit was pressed against Biff's arm.
That warm contact between his arm and one of Sandy's tits was too much for the boy. He turned toward Sandy and wrapped his arms around her.
The box of pictures fell from his lap and scattered on the floor. But Biff didn't even notice. All he was aware of was the softness of her tits spread across his chest and the sweetness of her lips under his own.
When Sandy opened her mouth, letting Biff slip his tongue in, his hopes soared. Was this gorgeous girl going to let him fuck her?
They kissed eagerly, hungrily.
Finally, Sandy pulled her head away. But she had her arms around Biff, and she kept her tits pressed to his chest.
"Wow," she giggled. "This is something we never thought of when we were kids."
Biff liked the way Sandy could joke about kissing him. But Biff was too horny, too wild with the need to get fucked, to join in the levity.
He pressed his mouth on Sandy's again. She kissed back with a passion to match his. Biff had never felt so excited – and so hopeful. After all, here was an older chick, a college girl. And Biff had heard all about college girls.
When he was able to think at all, Biff realized that he had his hand on Sandy's back where her bra strap would be if she was wearing one. He moved his hand up and down, but there was no bra strap under her blouse.
Biff's ideas about college girls were proving true. Now, if only she would let him feel her fabulous tits! Biff said a little prayer as he moved his hand around to the front of Sandy's body.
Sandy let her body sink into the couch, moving her tits from Biff's chest. TIwy were lying with his grasp. And his hand was inching closer.
Biff could feel Sandy's chest heaving. She was excited, he knew.
His fingers moved to the slope of her tit. Then, sliding his hand up, he felt her tit filling his hand. It overflowed his grasp as Biff squeezed it.
"Urn-rn-rn-rn-rn-rn," Sandy moaned.
Having her tit in his hand was making Biff's head spin with lust. And when he heard Sandy moan, he thought he was in heaven.