All persons described are over the age of eighteen years.
Thank you for reading. As you will note, I am still developing my writing style, so would welcome feedback.
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The shock caused me to cough, choking on the mouthful of coffee I had just taken. Incredulous, I swung around and stared at him.
"Sorry, what did you just say?"
Admittedly, I had zoned out of the conversation a little more than I should have, but the statement I thought I heard leave his lips was not one that I expected to hear over breakfast.
Josh looked back at me, smirking -- and fully aware he had shocked me out of my reverie.
"I said she likes big boobs" he said coolly, taking a mouthful of coffee and smiling at me innocently.
I stared at him, mouth agape, not all sure of where to go with that.
"Liz?" I asked, still in a state of disbelief.
He nodded at me, laughing. "Yes, Liz".
We were close friends and I knew his girlfriend. She was a lovely girl but came across somewhat uptight when it came to sex. I just wasn't buying it.
* * *
Saturday evening in our favourite Mexican restaurant, you and I were seated across from Josh and Liz. As I sipped my margarita, I watched Liz curiously out of the corner of my eye. There had always been chemistry between he and I -- but we were friends, and there was mutual understanding that it would go no further. However, I couldn't get our previous conversation out of my head. Josh was off limits for me, but his girlfriend ... she was cute, and I was curious.
Drinks flowed throughout the night, and we all relaxed, pleased for the downtime after a long week. While topics of conversation changed fluidly and were widely varied, from work (ugh) and motorbikes to pets (who doesn't love dogs!) and fitness (I had just taken up new classes which, much to everyone's amusement, were taking a toll), anytime the conversation approached the slightest mention of sex, I watched Liz's cheeks flush as she subtly steered the conversation back to a more appropriate topic.
However, I was still curious as to the truth of Josh's bold statement; while Liz's sweet attitude lent me to suspect it was not entirely true, I hadn't missed her frequent glances to my milky DD cleavage throughout the evening. My choice of a rust brown dress, low cut to show of the black lace of my favourite bra, was not designed to provoke anyone but you; however, I was happy to take the happy coincidence as a test of the veracity of Josh's claim.
I turned to you and lay a soft hand on your arm as you finished your discussion with Josh about exhaust systems for your bikes. As Luke finished talking, you turned your face to me slightly, allowing me to quietly murmur in your ear.
"Ask them back to our place for a drink after?" I asked sweetly, as I kissed your cheek.
You pulled back a little to look at me, narrowing your eyes.
You glanced at Josh and Liz to see them engaged in conversation as you asked, "Jessica, what are you up to?"
I smiled, innocently. "Please Pete, trust me on this."
You regarded me, suspiciously, noticing the approaching water and you nodded, kissing me swiftly. "Ok, but I want an explanation."
The waiter deposited the bill at our table, accepting your card for payment.
"So," you asked, turning to the couple sitting opposite us, "who wants to continue this party at home?"
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I slid in the passenger seat next to you as the engine of your ute roared to life.
"Spill, Jessica" you demanded sternly as you swung out of the driveway, watching the rear view mirror to check that Josh and Liz's car was following us.
I kept my face forward, hoping that the glare of the red taillights in front of us would hide my blush as I started to explain.
"You remember I had breakfast with Josh during the week?" I started. "Well, he told me something about Liz, and I'd like to explore it a little..."
"Yes..." you answered, slowly. "What did he tell you?"
At this, my cheeks flamed a hot red with a combination of embarrassment and anticipation.
"He told me that she likes big boobs."
Your eyes left the road briefly as you glanced over at me, clearly surprised -- then you smirked at me and innocently questioned, "and?"
I stared at you, shocked that the question was necessary; the cheeky smirk that met my smile made me realise that I was really in trouble.
"And she's been looking at mine all night," I responded, slowly, hoping that would satisfy your questioning.
You nodded, seeming perfectly rational. "In that case, she's already had a good eyeful," you said with an appreciative glance at my chest, "so, why invite them home?"
The innocent tone of your voice was one usually used by me, not you; so, I knew very well that, despite already knowing what my answer was, you were going to make me say it.