Have you ever seen the picture of a topless girl on the beach surrounded by 3 guys? Well, it very well could be me. I'm Tina, a 29 year-old single woman who has three best friends, all men. I grew up with Gino, Joe, and Arnie.
We've been together since we were old enough to spit, climb trees and steal cigarettes from our parents. I guess you could say that I'm a Tomboy through and through. Sure, I had female friends, but none that had the fulfilling effects of "the guys." I'm not a lesbian, nor am I bi-curious, however, I've been to stag parties with the guys, and did get a little worked up by the strippers. But enough of that for now.
I started to develop my feminine figure in my early teens, and it really pissed me off. The group of us started to change. They started staring at my growing boobies. They started getting weird when they went through puberty. It seems like I went from being flat-chested to a C cup over night.
The guys treated me different. They would talk amongst themselves, giggle and watch my tits all the time. I was about to give up on them and look for some new friends until one special night. We were sitting around talking about the upcoming Senior Prom. The guys all had dates, no one asked me, probably because of always being surrounded by "the guys."
The boys were making jokes about not knowing how to unhook a bra. They asked me if I would be able to bring them an extra one so they could practice. I'm not sure what made me think of it, but I simply said, "Why try an extra one, why not try to unhook mine? Girls don't like guys fumbling around you know, if you're going to get to second base, you gotta be smooth!" I really didn't know what I was talking about, I had read enough though, and knew in my mind that if I was ever going to let a guy at my tits, he'd have to be smooth.
I lifted the back of my t-shirt and showed them what the obstacle looked like. Arnie grabbed it and started the unhook it. I stopped him and said, "No, come next to me, like we are making out. We don't make the targets that easy." He sat next to me, and held me. This started a whole new feeling for me. While I did have sexual feelings, this particular event was a whole new chapter.
He had no luck at all. I explained the function one more time. Joe was next, he got it, but it took him too long. Gino was last and took a little longer than Joe. We all love to play cards and gamble so I knew that I needed to turn up the heat. "Ok boys, here's the deal. Who ever unhooks my bra the fastest, can take it all the way off, and keep it for a souvenir!"
They lined up with their game faces on. They also were sporting hard-ons. I liked my new powers. The pressure worked wonders. Gino had me unhooked in 15 seconds, Joe did it 13 seconds, and I made Arnie stop after one minute. I looked at Joe and told him that he was the winner. He beamed a big smile. We went into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. I took off my t-shirt and sat for the very first time with a boy, me in a bra, and sexual tension. He sat next to me, as if we were kissing, slowly slid his hand to my bra snap, and deftly unhooked it. I shuddered. I had gone beyond any mental limits that I had previously set. He didn't know exactly what to do. I finally shrugged my shoulder and he got the hint. He slid the strap off my left shoulder, then my right. I leaned back and arched my back. The bra was still hung over my tits. He looked at me, I nodded, then he grabbed hold and took it all the way off. His eyes were huge, my nipples were harder that they had ever been, I felt new sensations in pussy. He said, "Wow."
I was embarrassed for six seconds, and then it went away. I spend the rest of the evening braless under my t-shirt, another new thing for me. I liked the way if felt, and was intrigued by the new attention.
The guys wanted to practice every time we got together. I was running low on bras. They were getting good at this. Their dates would be impressed. Gino and Joe had seen my tits. Arnie still needed help. Someone suggested that they coach him. I agreed, it would be the first time that I sat in front of the boys with no shirt. It had always been just one-on-one. I took off my shirt like it was nothing. This time, my bra was sheer, and black. They gasped. I never realized how much the guys liked lingerie. It didn't make sense to me, but I made a mental note about sexy undies.
Arnie tried and failed the first time. Gino and Joe coached him and he finally got it. Instead of continuing, he wanted to try it again. We did this for six or seven times, and then he finally got it and became a pro. I asked him if he wanted his prize, he said no, I'd rather watch you in your bra for a while. The others agreed and I spent the next few hours wearing my sexy bra and shorts.
I became very comfortable doing this. We sat around and watched a baseball game on TV. The camera found a group of shirtless men. "That could be us" someone said and laughed. They whipped off their shirts, I unhooked my bra, threw it across the room and we established a new standard for watching sports.
I noticed that we began behaving again like we did in the past. The sexual pressure was still there, but the "unknown" was out of the way. I again was treated like an equal, like one of the guys. Now, people may think that is a weird statement, but I appreciated not being mentally undressed, and treated like a sexual object.
I liked the new level of friendship and honesty. I pushed the limits of my newfound behavior. During the next game, we were shirtless in less than a minute. However, this time, I removed my shorts also. I was wearing new bikini panties that I bought for this occasion. They were the smallest available at the time.
