I was a tomboy and, growing up, I seemed to get along with boys better than girls. But when my classmates transitioned into dating and romances, I was left on the sideline. Even though I was now 18, I guess the guys thought of me as a tomboy, not as a woman.
I didn't have any girlfriends to confide in, but I did have a best friend, Tom. Tom and his older brother Pete were over at my house one day, hanging out. Getting my courage up, I just point blank asked them why the guys didn't seem interested in me.
"Well, I don't know," Tom admitted. "You have a great personality and," he cleared his throat, "you have a nice body." I blushed. I was proud of my body - I had always been athletic, but my breasts had blossomed in the past few years - my mother had teased me that every few months I seemed to need a new bra. I was now a 34G and my full breasts were topped with large, swollen areolae and thick short nipples that became long and erect when I masturbated.
"I guess we just think of you like a sister," Pete told me.
"Oh great!" I laughed. "I have to find a guy who is into incest!"
Pete laughed and then became serious. "Well, and you could maybe dress a bit differently," he added, then dropped his eyes from my gaze.
I began to get angry, but then I remembered he was only trying to help.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
Tom jumped in. "Well, I remember when we were swimming last summer, it was the first time I had really seen your body properly," he stammered. "You sort of hide it under baggy clothes and it makes you look sort of fat. When we were swimming, it was really stunning to see how beautiful you are."
I smiled at his compliment and then I realized my bust line had probably grown a few inches since that last summer.
"Maybe the two of you can help me figure out which parts of my body to accentuate," I told them. I led the two brothers over to my bed and sat them down and then I closed the door so we wouldn't be disturbed.
"Don't say anything yet," I told them. I had a moment of panic, but then I decided to go ahead with my plan. I took off my baggy sweatshirt, revealing my plain white bra. Then, stepping out of my shoes, I removed my blue jeans, revealing my white cotton panties. I put my hands on my hips and stared at Tom and Pete.
"Um," Pete stammered. "I mean, it's all nice, I think." Tom nodded his head.
"Maybe this bra is too old-fashioned looking," I told them. Unclasping the three strong hooks in the back, I released the bra and removed it. My breasts tumbled out.
"Wow," Tom said. "I mean, if you really want to lose your virginity, I'd be happy to help out."