[dkuk8166]

In my twenties, I got involved in a political group of young activists. My home became the de facto headquarters for the group, so a lot of random people came in and out to help put together various events we were throwing.

One night, P, who'd graduated from my high school's sister school (we were all-boys, she went to the girls' school nearby) a year ahead of me, came over to fold some flyers we were mailing out. We were both in our mid-twenties, and she'd gotten a lot cuter since I'd last seen her. She was really flirty immediately, but I had started seeing someone long-distance and I didn't reciprocate.

A few nights later, after we'd completed a massive job, she and I decided to grab some dinner. We were having a perfectly good, if unspectacular time, until she mentioned her trip to Europe the previous year, where she'd gone topless for the first time. Of course, I asked if she had photos.

"Yes," she said.

"Can I see them?" I asked.

She smiled. "Yes."

A week or so later, the weather got really hot, and she asked me over to her parents' place for a swim (with bathing suits -- like I said, I was seeing someone). I saw her photo albums sitting out on the coffee table and asked which ones were from Europe.

She grinned at me. "You just want to see my tits."

I shrugged. She clearly didn't mind.

She flipped right to the pics I wanted to see, and there they were: her perfect B-cups, on a pool lounger. She was lying next to another girl who had HUGE double-D's (or even E's). I asked who the other girl was, and she said it was one of her best friends from growing up who was about to get married. Then she added that the prospective groom had just teased her about seeing her tits.

"Well, now, so have I," I pointed out. "And they're great."

And they truly were. I can still remember every wet, perfect inch. And the bonus of her friend's amazing pair didn't hurt, either!