CHAPTER 1
Munro Morgan had an eye for breasts. Indeed his eyes rarely strayed from them. He assumed it was a cultural thing: his mom still had great breasts and photographs of both grandmothers in their prime suggested the gene was in the Morgan's and Jenks's family lines.
He'd gotten over the finding as a young guy he was destined to retain a flat chest for life provided he didn't turn to flab from mid-age. Munro also became aware Milly's rosebuds had blossomed but dammit -- Milly turned contrary and wouldn't allow him to touch and admire the around the time he turned twenty, alleging he was disgusting by dribbling as he massaged her. He denied dribbling of course but was unable to recall anything because at the time the alleged offence occurred his mind was on an unbelievable exotic (not erotic) journey through the planetary system.
Thankfully, Milly brought heaps of friends around and some of them weren't as upright and uptight as Milly and would arrive in his bedroom to be fondled. Some of those same young women stuck to him loyally and on the night of his 21st birthday four who'd lasted the distance of his breast worshipping spent two hours with him, leaving him in a state of partial collapse and awash in sweat and whatever.
His mother Harriet entered the bedroom to say goodnight to birthday boy to find him unable to lift his head or to mouth anything but groans. She screamed. That brought her Larry running, Dr Morgan sniffed, grinned and ushered away Munro's mom telling her to make porridge for the poor guy while he bullied Munro into ingesting energizing sports drink before carrying the exhausted guy to the bath.
That was a defining moment in the life of Munro: it was his first and to date only groupie. The memories of those four pairs of breasts swaying over him or being offered to suck as he lost his virginity rather late for even those times remain as vividly as if the night he was put through the hoops was only yesterday.
For obvious reasons, the guys branded Munro a Titman and most women including his mother and sister were appalled to learn that while his two grandmothers urged Harriet to have him tested by a specialist dealing with the criminally insane -- they actually meant a psychologist. But his father wouldn't allow it and slept four nights alone in punishment after suggesting to his wife that a guy had to find something to interest him in women and tits were a good place to start because it gave Munro 'something to look up to'. After four nights alone Harriet convinced herself that her son was absolutely normal in every other respect so that let her husband off the hook. He grabbed the six bras she purchased during the crisis and burnt them, saying no way would he live with a wife who wanted to flatten her chest. She was taken to bed -- usual for them in daylight -- when she cooed she'd not been aware just how interested Larry was in her 'bosom'.
Munro had assumed the tag 'Titman' would have the babes distant themselves from him, and there were signs of that occurring. By the laws of physics -- well, what else? -- meant a few babes swung the other way and were attracted to him and Munro rather enjoyed that. After all, one babe at a time was enough for him as he'd learned his lesson on the night of his eighteenth birthday.
When well into college studies Munro actually considered a career as a breast enhancement surgeon, a breast reduction surgeon or a specialist in breast cancer research but he thought that was being a little too excessive. By then relationships with his mother and sister were normalized as Munro always had young women hanging around him. Harriet had put him to the test, asking him if he wanted to see her uncover her breasts and was rather miffed when he kissed her, said "Nice try mom" and walked off whistling. Harriet, close to tears, told Milly who said the skunk probably hid in the wardrobe and watched Harriet dress but after Milly couldn't squeeze into the packed wardrobe to check that out and an inspection of the parent's bathroom failed to reveal any hidden miniature camera so they decided perhaps he wasn't a pervert. Milly put Munro to test and then gave up. She'd walked into his bedroom, naked and absolutely embarrassed and Munro, reading on his bed, looked at her casually, said she was growing into a fine young woman and returning to his book asked, "What do you want -- short of money?"
Milly related that experience to some of her college friends next day and they screamed with laughter. She wasn't aware that two of them would within hours call Munro to ask if he would date them, together. He went out with them separately and before long Milly found one of her girlfriends intended going steady with Munro.
"You fool," Milly told Carol, eyeing Carol's prominent chest. "He'll only want to leer at those."
Carol laughed. "Our first date was last Sunday. We went for a walk and in Shepherd's bush he did a lot more than leer at my chest."
"You didn't?" Milly gasped.
"All the way and on our first date."
"Oh God, you slut. What was he like?"
Carol said slyly, "Haven't your tried him?" After Milly's brief reaction of disgust, they fell about laughing and remained best of friends.
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Munro enjoyed his years at college and he had an unusual start. At admission interviews, had Munro expressed his interest in computer science and was urged because of good gradings to take a second major. He didn't think he wanted that but was asked to bring up examples on his laptop of his second best grade and that was drawing. The bossy woman gasped at the images of horses, tanks, jetfighters, football stars and female movie stars.
"You're doing fine arts-drawing and additionally taking the crossover to computerized tablet drawing."
"Anything to make you happy," he had shrugged. "I just want to gain entry to this college."
"Why is that?"
"It's answered there on the application form you're holding."
"We have a tight schedule, no time to read all details."
Munro said his sister was at the college and his mother then called Harriet Jenks was..."
"I knew your mother -- was a year ahead of me. She was our heroine. And your sister is already showing her form."
"What in -- cooking?"
"Swimming."
"That's can't be right -- I leave Milly for dead and mom just breaststrokes along as if in a dream though I must admit she never tires."
"Excuse me," said the interviewer and she asked an aide to call over Coach Harrington.
Munro expected to see a tall, big chest and slim hipped guy swagger over. Instead an arthritic-looking guy with a full head of white hair limped across the room to them.
"Coach Harrington, this is Harriet Jenks's son, um..."
"Munro," said Munro to speed things along.
"Pleased to meet you son," said Coach Harrington, in a surprisingly strong voice, looking at Munro's shoulders and hips.
Munro thought what is this guy -- gay?"
The coach squeeze Munro's hand hard so Munro applied power. The old guy's eyes watered and he said, "Enough!"
"Don't you dare hurt Coach Harrington," snapped the woman. "He's an institution around here."
"Shut up Edith. "So the great Harriet Jenks's son."
Thinking back on that occasion, Munro recalled that Coach Harrington sighed and said, "So you hasn't told you and neither did she tell Milly."
"You know Milly?"
"I see her two hours a day son. She's in my elite team."
Milly a swimmer? What kind of wacky college was this? Munro decided to keep his mouth shut.
"Let him sign the papers then you fill them Edith. His only sport options are swim and track -- do you hear me?"
