I'm not the most attractive guy. Women don't look at me and think "I gotta get his clothes off." For this reason, I was well past my teenage years the first time I had sex. It happened with a lady friend of mine. She was about ten years older than I was. She wasn't particularly attractive either, but I was very fond of her. I never really thought of her as "sexy," because she was thin and had small breasts and a flat behind. Well, she must have seen something in me because she started flirting with me. She'd touch me any time she had the opportunity. A quick grab of my hand to steady herself if she stumbled or a brush of a shoulder when she sat next to me. At first it made me a little uncomfortable. Then I decided to just enjoy the attention. Soon we were holding hands any time we had some privacy, and when she sat by me, she'd not only brush my shoulder; soon she was resting her head on me.
Then came The Fateful Day. I told her about an article I'd read in Cosmopolitan magazine. As they often do, the editors asked women to write them and tell them how they felt about their breasts. Of course, most of the women felt as though their breasts were too small, but there were a few in the "too big" camp as well.
As I hoped she would, she told me how she felt. She said "I just wish mine were both the same size." Naturally I asked which one was bigger and in reply she started to say something, but then she apparently changed her mind and said "the left one."
I wanted to know more, but I figured that I'd better not push my luck. The rest of the evening passed without incident.
