That Night was awesome. That night was exhilarating. That night my heart was pounding heavily in my chest. That was the night, for the first time in my 40 years on earth, I saw a bare breast. That was the night I got to touch my first breast. Thank Christ for an open minded friend!
She was my best friend's wife. I was, and still am, a horny, horny man. But when her husband left the room for awhile, and not knowing when he would return. I turned to her to continue a conversation we had begun many, many months before. She knowing my complete history in life. Not with holding anything from her. I asked her if the scars from her breast reduction surgery could lift her breasts like a bra. She looked at me, not knowing what to make of this. She said no, they didn't thats not how that works. She giving me a look, as if to say, "If I knew how long he'd be, and knew he would see. I'd show you my scars".
In faint whisper I told her, for what I thought was not the first time, I had never actually seen a pair of breasts in real life. She looked shocked at the news, hearing it for the first time. Which in turn took me by surprise. I related how I read the look on her face when she told me that her scars didn't work that way.
There was a defining silence. I knew I had finally crossed the line she claimed didn't exist. I could see she was thinking about every possible scenario. To show me, or not. How could he see that, "I hid it well enough" she thought. Coming to the decision, she whispered to me, "This does not leave the room." I knew she was serious, I knew she didn't feel this was a betrayal to her husband. I knew I wasn't going to tell anybody. My mouth was suddenly dry. I opened my dry mouth struggling to speak past the dryness and pounding of my heart. Which I was shocked that I had any blood in my heart, because I was erect. Erect as I had never been before. Was I going to finally see breasts?! I was finally able to agree to the terms.
She peered pasted the doorframe to make her husband wasn't there. Then look directly in my eyes, she lifted her shirt. Magnificent, glorious, OH MY GOD BOOBS!! I was stunned at the fact I was looking at my best friends wife's beautiful big breasts. Scars, I couldn't see them. I was mesmerized by the mere fact I was staring at BOOBS!! Forgive the adolescent speech, but I never saw them in my adolescence, like one usually did.
