[waltj7]

At one point in the game the camera panned to the cheerleaders. We had each had about four beers by then and we were feeling it - her especially. She was quite red in the face and was extremely talkative.

She said, "Do you think she's pretty?" pointing at an Asian-looking cheerleader.

"Yeah, she's okay." She was actually very hot, but I wasn't going to say that.

"Do you think she's better looking than me?" she asked.

"Hell no!" I said, lying. My friend was cute (and without a bra, VERY cute), but she wasn't cheerleader-hot.

"Whatever," she said, "you're lying."

"I'm not at at all lying," I said, lying again. "Plus, your body is way better." This wasn't necessarily a lie. Her big tits on her chubby frame were really turning me on.

"My body?" she said, "I've never really liked my body. I do like my boobs, though."

I was startled by this, but I had to agree - "Yeah, from what I can tell they're awesome."

She looked at me with feigned shock. "You've never even SEEN them! Plus at the office I feel like nobody notices me because of Justine." Justine was another one of our co-workers who was actually very hot. She had smaller tits than Sarah but she was also hotter than Sarah. And Sarah was right - all the guys did pay attention to Justine.

"Justine?" I said, "she's okay. But to tell you the truth I think you're much better looking. Justine's kind of a b*tch, too."

"Cool," she said, in a semi-drunken response. "Hey, do you want to see my boobs?" she said somewhat sheepishly. She then immediately retracted this - "Sorry, sorry, you have a girlfriend, I have a boyfriend. Sorry."

"No, it's okay," I said. I couldn't let this opportunity pass, girlfriend or no girlfriend. "Actually, I bet your boobs are great. To tell you the truth, I noticed them the first day I met you and I was really impressed."

"Thanks," she responded.

"Also," I said, "it looks like you took your bra off."

"What! How did you know that?" she said.

"I'm a guy. That' my job."

She laughed, and said "Well, I thought since I was doing my laundry I might as well wash everything I can. Really, though, how did you know."

"Okay, I'll be honest," I said, "your tits are hot and I stare at them every chance I get."

She again expressed some mock shock and blushed (at least I think she was blushing over her already alcohol induced red face). I could tell her nipples were hard as they were almost bursting through her shirt.

We were silent for a moment and then she said, "Okay, I'll lift up my shirt if you lift up your shirt." Wow! I thought, this must be a dream. I knew she was attracted to me, I worked out often and had a good body, but this seemed like an unfair exchange, even to me. But who was I to suggest that.

"I don't know..." I said, faking uncertainty.

"Oh come on, we're already drunk and I already took my bra off," she said.

I agreed to the exchange and on the count of three we both lifted up our shirts. I caught a quick glance of her beautiful tits - round, perky for their size, with medium, dark nipples. But before I knew it her shirt was down again while I was still holding mine up to my chin.

"Hey!" I said, "that's not fair - too quick! My shirt's still up!"

She giggled. She was looking at my chest and my six-pack (yes, despite my bad eating and drinking habits, I did have some nice abs).

"Okay, fine. I'll do it again. How long do I have to hold up my shirt?"

"You need to hold it up for as long as I've been holding mine up! Fifteen seconds."

"Fine," she said, though I could tell she was excited about it.

I was still holding up my shirt when she slowly lifted her's again. Once her shirt was at her neck she began counting, "one...two...three...."

I couldn't take my eyes off her breasts. They were big, but not too big, and I could tell they were firm. I wanted to touch them so bad (but that would have to wait). She could tell I was staring and she was smiling. Her nipples were still so hard.

"...fourteen...fifteen." And she put her shirt down. I put my shirt down as well.

"I love your abs," she said.

"Thanks, I love your tits." She laughed and put her hands on her tits, over her shirt in an effort to cover them. Or, more likely, she was getting horny and wanted to touch them.

To be continued...