I have a complex about having a small chest.
It's been a complex since I was a student, and because I'm also short and have a baby face, people around me would laugh and say, "You'll always be a child."
I've tried massaging them myself, thinking that stimulating them might help, but there was no effect.
In the end, the size didn't change, but I did get a cool older boyfriend at my workplace.
Even though I have the impression that men like big chests, my boyfriend, Alex, must be very understanding, and I couldn't help but feel grateful as a flat-chested person.
When I think about such things all the time, I unconsciously find my hand going to the gaps in my loose-fitting underwear while watching a movie.
"Oh, are you worried about it again?"
"Huh? ...Well, of course, I am."
"It's because you're sitting so slouched on the sofa."
Alex can read my mind so well that he knows I'm worried about the gaps without me having to say anything.
It's become such a normal conversation because I always say it.
"...I think it's fine as it is, though."
"What? What did you say?"
"...Nothing."
Alex mumbled in a small voice, and I couldn't hear him halfway through. When I asked him to repeat it and looked into his face, he turned away.
"But isn't it weird to be small? It's not girly at all... Most of the underwear is childish... Ah, what are you doing?!"
Before I knew it, Alex had pushed me down on the sofa, and I found myself in a position where he was straddling me.
"Um... Alex, what is this...?"
"...Even if they're small, there are plenty of good things about it."
"What...? What good things are there about being small...?"
"There are. ...Don't you realize it yourself?"
As soon as he looked at my face, Alex smiled mischievously, as if he was plotting something.
He easily slipped off my clothes and quickly removed my childish pink frilly underwear.
Then he gently started to massage the exposed small chest. The smallness of my chest, which didn't fill Alex's large hands, made me feel pathetic and embarrassed, and my face gradually started to flush.
"Ah, no... Alex... mmh"
"Don't just worry about the size... mmh, look, it's getting so hard..."
"Don't touch it so much..."
Alex laughed mischievously as he played with the tips of my chest with his fingers. He seemed to enjoy my sweet moans and reactions, narrowing his eyes and kissing me.
"See, like this... I have to pamper it with my mouth too."
"Eek... ah... ahh"
As he spoke while looking up at my face from below, his gentle teeth grazed the sensitive tip, making me react strongly. As my whole body shivered in response, Alex, with a pleased expression, stimulated it with his tongue.
Being stimulated at the tips of my chest is really my weakness, but Alex, who knows my reactions well, doesn't stop. He continues to tease with new sensations, pressing with his tongue, rolling it inside his mouth, and sucking.
It's so embarrassing that it feels like I'm going crazy, but Alex won't stop now.
"Alex... ahh... ahh..."
For a while, Alex continued to play with the hardened tips of my chest.
And when he saw my tearful, dazed expression, he smiled with satisfaction.
"Did you realize it yourself, Emily... that it's not about the size of the chest?"
"Huh...? Is that what this is about now...?"
"Yes, it is. ...To make you understand."
As I tilted my head, not fully understanding the conversation, Alex ran his fingers through his hair and scratched his head, feeling frustrated that he couldn't convey his feelings to me.
"So, ...it's not about the size of the chest!"
"...Didn't you just say that...?"
"I mean it! ...What I like is... sensitivity more than size."
His voice gradually became so small that it was almost inaudible, and as he spoke, Alex looked away in embarrassment, showing an expression I rarely saw.
Then Alex took out his large, arched member and aligned it with the entrance of my secret place.
"Finally, I need to be taken care of too."
"Mmh, ...Alex. ...You were encouraging me, right...?"
"Otherwise, you'd keep worrying about being small, small."
"Hehe. ...Thank you, Alex."
Grateful for Alex's kindness, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. My secret place was well-prepared and wet from Alex's foreplay. After confirming it with his fingers, he slowly inserted his member into my secret place.
"Ah, ahh... Alex..."
"Mmh, ...Emily, ...inside you... it's so warm... ahh, it feels so good..."
We kissed as if seeking each other, and I responded to Alex's movements with sweet moans.
Then, almost simultaneously, we reached the peak, writhing our hips and climaxing together.
"Alex... I think I misunderstood something."
"What?"
"I thought all men liked big ones. ...But you're different, Alex."
"...Shut up. ...Don't say that too much, it's embarrassing."
As we talked while embracing each other naked, Alex turned away in embarrassment.
Even that side of him was adorable, and I quietly smiled at his new side.
Fin.
