Oahu was beautiful his time of the year, or so we'd been told: We were just finishing Day Two of our honeymoon, and we hadn't hit the beach -- or even the hotel restaurant -- yet. Room service kept us fed as as for our other needs, well, you know...
During a break in the action, Kari rolled over to her side, snuggled her chest against me, and said, "Danny, would you find me sexier if I weren't so flat?"
"What? No, of course not. And besides, if I found you any sexier, I'd be dead by now."
"That's sweet. I think. But weren't you the least bit disappointed the first time you talked me out of my shirt and got a look at these minus-A cup breasts?"
I leaned over and kissed each of her nipples, and felt her shiver. I'd never been with a woman who had such sensitive nipples. "No," I told her. "What's this all about?"
"You're going to think it's silly."
"Probably, yeah. No, I'm sorry. Seriously, tell me what's bothering you."
"We've never been to a beach together."
"Okay, I suppose that's true. So?"
"So tomorrow we'll be down there," she said, gesturing toward the balcony and the beach beyond, "and it'll be filled with big-breasted girls in skimpy bikinis."
"And I'll only have eyes for you."
"Okay, I'll have eyes for all of them. I'm married, not dead. But you're the only one I' want to take back with me when it's all over. I love you, and I love your breasts."
She crossed her arms over her chest and lay back down. "Okay," she said, clearly not convinced.