I happened with this girl named Claire.
She was tall, blonde and had these huge tits that all the other girls in our class were jealous of… except me. Every time she wore a low cut shirt, I couldn’t help but admire her cleavage. Claire lived in my neighborhood and sometimes we took the bus home together.
We started hanging out after school and then she invited me to come over on a Friday night. “My parents keep the alcohol cabinet unlocked, we can watch movies and sip some of my dad’s expensive whiskey after they go to sleep.”
As we watched movies in the dark, sipping and getting tipsy, I couldn’t stop myself from staring at her tits, sneaking sideways glances in the low light from the tv. They she surprised me, she leaned over and whispered “It’s okay, I don’t mind when you stare at them.” My cheeks flushed with embarrassment that she called me out and goosebumps ran down my back at the sound of her breath in my ear.
“Actually, I like it.” My stomach dropped.
“Do you want to see them?” She asked. I nodded.