Sarah, stop whining. Just show your boobs already.
I don't want to show my boobs to those guys.
It's no big deal. We all got boobs. All these guys have seen boobs before, I can tell you that for sure.
I know. But I still don't want to.
Look. You got boobs. I got boobs. Are your boobs that special?
I don't know.
Are they the world's most fucking amazing boobs that no one has ever seen?
Well. . . no. I don't think so.
Are they boobs that when the guys see them, they're going to fall off their chairs and scream holy fuck I've never seen boobs like that before?
No. Come on, Leese. . . Why are you being so intense about this?
So. What. The. Fuck. Just go out there and show your fucking boobs.
I just never did it before.
Well you've been to the beach. or pool right?
What do you think?
You showed your boobs then, right? You think the guys weren't looking at you? You think they weren't just staring right at you every time you turned your head the other way for a second?
That's different.
Sarah, I saw you in that blue bikini at Virginia Beach. It was a pretty low-cut number. Sexy as fuck. I could see your titties pretty good.
I like that one. It's my favorite top. It's not that low cut.
It is. And you know it. And you know you looked fucking hot in it.
Yeah . . . well, okay. So what?
So . . .?
Well, it's a swimsuit.
It's because it doesn't show your nipples?
I guess so.
You think the guys don't look real hard at you in that blue top and at your pokies and imagine what your nips look like?
They can imagine all they want. I don't have a problem with that.
You don't think when you played volleyball or bent over or put on the sunscreen that you showed a little nip for them, and they weren't looking real hard?
I don't think I did. I mean, I don't think they did.
Of course they did. A couple square inches of fabric doesn't really hide much. You don't think they have a pretty good guess of the exact shape and color of your nips?
No.
Sarah, for fuck's sake. Just get out there and flash your little titties and get it over with. I sponsored you, you're making me look bad.
Lisa. You know it's not just a flash. I saw the other girls, they have to stand there like zoo animals with their tits out, the guys—
Well, okay, it's not just one flash. Isn't it hot, though, showing your stuff, seeing their dicks go boing into an instant hard on?
No.
It's not? come on. I don't believe you. Why'd you wear that blue suit at the beach?
Leese . . .
I'll tell you why. To look good. To look sexy. So that guys will look at you and be like, fuck, who's that fucking hot girl in that blue suit of my dreams.
I don't dress up for the beach just because I want guys to drool over me.
Come on. I know you're not that pure. You have a sex drive. That guy Cole, right? You like him. Imagine him sneaking a look at you in the buff.
Okay . . .
He looks, he sees your body. He's stunned. He can't even move. He's amazed and he can't take his eyes off of you. Come on, confess it. that's cool, right? That's what you think about when you rub one out, right?
Leese. You're still talking about the beach and guys checking out my ass or something when I'm covered up in my suit. That's not the same as me stripping down out there for them and letting them grab me.
Let's see 'em.
What? You want to see my tits?
Yep.
I don't want to show you my tits.
Come on. I've already seen them for years in the locker room. You can show me here.
Yeah. But now you'll be looking at them in a different way. Thinking of me out there with those guys.
Come on. You owe me.
I'm not going out there and letting random guys tug on my nips.
Just do this. In here. You owe me that much. After all, you're the one that begged me to bring you along tonight to the big Alpha party.
I didn't know it was going to get into this shit.
Well, you knew it wasn't going to be a little Sunday picnic. Come on. That's why you wanted me to invite you, right? If it was a junior high school dance you wouldn't have been interested. Even now, when you are saying no, part of you wants this little adventure. This element of risk. Am I right?
I don't know.
There are fuckloads of sexy guys out there, come on. And Cole. Cole is out there.
I'm not going out there with my tits out.
Just try it in here. Show me. Let's see what you are packing.
I don't know why I'm doing this.
Holy fuck. I forgot. You do have grade A tits. Here, stand like this. Put your hands up. Jesus Christ.
What?
And you're too shy to show all this to those guys out there?
I'm not embarrassed about how I look.
You know they look hot?
Yeah, sure.
Fuck, Sarah. You have this little goodie-good girl act, all modest. At the same time you know you have tits that would knock these guys to the floor. It is like I joked about, knocking them off their chairs. Shit.
Can I dress yet?
No, hang on. pretend I'm a guy.
Why?
I'm walking up to you. Let's see your hot little tits, girl. Show 'em to me.
Really? Leese. Just let me put my clothes on.
Come on. Let's work this out. It's like that behavioral therapy shit. You are imagining the worst but the worst isn't going to happen. We can act it out and make you less afraid.
I'm not afraid of showing my boobs. I just don't want to do it.
Come on you hot little number, you. Show me them tits real good.
Do you have to make him a neanderthal?
Sarah, all guys are neanderthals. Especially for tits like yours.
That's my point. And why I don't want to strip for them.
Oh, so if they were real classy guys, all preppy and grad students or some shit then you would do it?
No. I wouldn't do it for them, either.
Then as long as you're going to strip, it may as well be for a hunk than some brainiac, right? Sarah, most of those guys out there are varsity athletes. They are Really. Fucking. Hot. And most girls would kill for a chance to play with them.
I'm not most girls. Can I put my shirt on yet?
No. I like it that your tits are getting some airtime. You're getting used to being naked. Besides, you look good. Let me take a look at you. What's your favorite part of a guy's body?
What?
What turns you on? Yeah, that's good. Aim to the side like that. And straighten up, it aims your tits upwards a little. Fuck. Wish I had those nips.
Remember what I said about the zoo animal . . .?
So what part?
Of the guy? Arms. I like strong forearms. And a really tight ass.
Now you are talking. Here you are with your tits out and talking about ass.
Lisa. I'm doing it just to humor you. Because you are my best friend. And persistent as fuck.
It's a start. So now tell me what are you going to do with that tight ass? It's Cole's tight ass. He plays lacrosse, and he's been working out with the boys all afternoon. And now he wants to relax with you.
Run my fingers on him. Tease him. Maybe he's lying on his stomach and I draw my finger slowly all the way from the back of his knee up his thigh and then over his ass.
And then you jam your finger up his butthole?
Lisa! Jesus Christ. Of course not.
Relax. I'm only fucking with you. I know you want it slow and cerebral. Like he's working a fucking New York Times crossword in the nude while you run your finger around his ass. His hand goes up in the air, holding a pencil, while he's thinking of a 7-letter word, for, I don't know, "arousal".
Hmm. That's not bad, actually. Can I cover up yet?
No. I'm starting to see some possibilities with this storyline. Do the other thing. With your tits.
What? What I saw the girls out there doing? Bending over?