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L was a recent, fellow graduate of the college I'd attended. She was two years younger than I was, and was about to start law school in the same city where I lived.

I'd always had a huge crush on her. She and I had gone out a couple times in college, but somehow we'd never crossed the line into anything sexual, even though, looking back, I suspect that option had been on the table (ah, to go back in time and transplant your middle aged wisdom and experience into your twenty year-old brain). She was absolutely adorable, with shoulder length blonde hair, a perfect figure, and an ample chest that she didn't call too much attention to, but didn't exactly hide, either.

She'd finally moved into her new apartment, and I was over there to check it out. Somehow, we wound up sitting on the floor, going through her loose pictures, which she was putting into albums. And there, right in front of me, were two pictures of her with three of her friends -- two of whom I knew quite well -- topless. In one of them, L was leaning over, so I couldn't see her tits, but in the second one, she was posing with them proudly displayed. As were the other two girls I knew -- J, whom I'd always though was cute, was much bigger on top than I'd ever realized (a D, or even Double D), and A, whom I'd never found that attractive, sure changed my mind when I got a look at her big, round C cups. As for L, her tits drooped a bit more than I would have imagined, but they were still lovely, with perky, perfect small nipples. And the rest of her body was, as I'd always suspected, just killer (I half-wished they'd turned around and taken a shot of their asses, but this was back when bikinis covered pretty much all of it, so I guess I didn't really miss anything).

Before I could get a second look, however, L sn*tched the pictures out of my hands and said--blushing, but with a smile--"You weren't supposed to see those! We were kinda topless." I pointed out that they were more than "kinda" topless, and she continued to blush as she put the pictures back into the larger pile.

About ten minutes later, she had to go deal with something her roommate (fellow law student; it was a two-bedroom apartment) needed help with. Without missing a beat, I grabbed the pile, found picture where her tits were on display and shoved it into my pocket. I took it home with me and stared at it so many times, it actually got creased.

L never said another word about the incident or the missing picture. But every time I saw her after that, I couldn't help but wonder if she thought about--and maybe even been a little turned on by--my having seen and enjoyed her tits.