"Yeah," Craig pressed. "It's called testosterone. We have it and you don't."
"Shut up, Craig." Jake intervened, feeling the need to defend Jess.
"Can't we just get back to the game?" Dan whined again.
"It's just biology. It's not like I'm saying Jess is less than or anything. It's like math, it's just straightforward."
"Which is it science or math?" Elvin smirked.
Craig continued unabated. "Look, we all took bio. It's not like I'm being mean. It's just facts," Craig maintained, shrugging his shoulders.
Craig and Jess locked eyes on each other in a battle of wills. Jake found himself frozen in concern. He'd never seen either of them like this before. Maybe it's because we're getting older. Is this the beginning of the end? Other DnD groups had broken up over the years, but theirs, though reduced in size, had never seemed in jeopardy until now. Suddenly, as if something clicked, Jess reached up and grabbed the collar of her sweatshirt and pulled it off in one fell swoop.
Clad in a white dress without a bra, what stared back at them was universally shocking. While the rest of the boys' eyes immediately glued to her areolas and the nipples which were visible through her top, Jake's affixed onto her overall muscularity. Lusciously thick traps, rich circular shoulder caps graced by fine striations, and wide lats gave her what appeared to be wings. Even her arms had swells that were unusual on a woman and rare enough amongst men.
All four of them gaped, jaws open, suddenly immobile and ceding the floor to her. She smiled with realization and straightened up, her impossibly perky chest settling at Jake's eye-line as he huddled in front of the DM screen before him. Using it as a shield, he marveled at the way her thick pectorals held up her ample breasts. Their lines were still readily apparent beneath her partially see-through top.
