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I let out a long sigh at my reflection and dragged my fingers through my red hair. The black shirt looked normal—painfully normal—on pretty much anyone else. But on me? Lord. It showed just enough cleavage that I spent a whole ten minutes wonderin’ if I could walk out the door without Mama giving me that look. I even put on my little gold cross, partly ’cause it matched… partly ’cause I was hopin’ it’d draw a certain man’s eyes a bit lower.
Four years together, and what had we done?
Kissed.
Sometimes with tongue.
A few awkward boob grabs on the nights he got real brave.
That was my whole highlight reel.
He was religious-ish. The type who was flexible about just about everything except sex. And apparently that was the one line he was fixin’ to hold. I never pushed it—I was too nervous to make the first move—but isn’t that the one stereotype guys are supposed to prove true?
I was religious in the I-show-up-to-church-and-believe-in-something-bigger sense. Not the God’s-watching-me-on-CCTV judging every pelvic impulse kind of way. I seriously doubted the universe cared enough about my tragically empty sex life.
It wasn’t like I was some troll hiding under a bridge. I was pretty darn cute. I even had the freckles scattered across my nose and cheeks to round out the whole ginger package.
I’d just turned twenty, and yep—I was still a virgin. All my friends had lost theirs forever ago, and I had to fake my way through those conversations because everyone just assumed Ethan and I were hooking up nonstop.
If I’m bein’ real with myself, it was downright embarrassing.
Could I break up with him? Absolutely not. Ethan was my best friend, and losing the relationship meant losing him, period. So that left me with two options—and tryin’ to finally bait him into having sex felt like the only realistic one.
Maybe it was ’cause my boobs were too big. Back in school I got made fun of plenty—called ‘cow girl,’ like it was the funniest thing in the world. I wasn’t fat or anything… not anywhere else. And honestly, without a bra they held up better than girls two cup sizes down from me. But folks can be real cruel when they wanna be.
I shook my head, knockin’ that thought clean out. It wasn’t that. Not even close.
There wasn’t a thing wrong with me.
I gave my cheek a couple little pats, like I was slappin’ myself back into focus. Then I stepped out of the bathroom and flopped onto the couch.
“Hey, you wanna go to Carter’s?” he asked, still glued to some Netflix show his parents would absolutely lose their minds over. “You could come and meet him.”
I gave him a look. “Are you gonna be there long? Because when you smoke, you lose track of time like… catastrophically.”
Ethan had this new friend from work—his supervisor of all people—and I didn’t mind him branching out, but the guy was thirty-six. And he smoked a lot of weed. Considerin’ Ethan’s family situation, I wasn’t sure that was the best influence.
The whole thing had future disaster written all over it.
“Nah,” Ethan said. “We’ll hang for a bit and dip.”
I nodded, fully not buying it.
We got into his truck, and I leaned on the console, nudging the girls up a bit, prayin’ he’d take the hint, but nope. Not a thing.
Was he gay?…No. Probably not.
Right?
We eased outta that dirt driveway and headed down the road, cruising past all those houses sittin’ a couple acres apart. Everybody out there liked a little breathing room. Forty minutes on the highway later, we rolled into a neighborhood that felt real tight by comparison. Nice enough… just a whole lot closer than I’d ever wanna live to my neighbor.
The second we pulled into Carter’s driveway, my stomach did this little flutter. I didn’t meet new folks all that often, but the way Ethan talked about him, the guy sounded plenty laidback.
Ethan gave me that easy smile of his. “He’s a fun guy. Don’t be nervous.”
I waved him off. “You know I’m cursed with that default nervous face.”
We climbed out and headed up to the house—one of those copy-and-paste builds—when the front door swung open. Ethan didn’t even get a hello in before he got pulled into one of those goofy half–hand-slap, half–bro-hug greetings.
“Bro, she’s so pretty,” Carter said, grinnin’ ear to ear as he held his hand out to me. “Like an angel.”
Well… I did enjoy a good compliment, even if it made me go a little shy sometimes.
Carter was downright handsome. Nice smile, too. I just hadn’t expected him to be a Black guy. Not that there was anything wrong with that. Ethan really didn’t see people through that kind of lens, which I always appreciated about him, so it just never came up.
I slipped my hand into his, trying to meet his energy even though the whole moment had me feelin’ just a touch awkward.
“Come on in,” he said, sweeping his arm inside.
We stepped into a living room that felt lived in—not messy, just settled into. The leather couch had a little wear to it. The coffee table was scattered with coasters and half-finished drinks, and two video game controllers. A warm lamp glowed in the corner, and a throw blanket hung over the back of a recliner.
And then it hit me.
The marijuana smell.
Carter had for sure lit up before we ever pulled in.
The whole place had this low, lazy haze hangin’ in the air, like a little cloud had drifted in and decided to sit. It clung to everything—the couch, the curtains… my hair, probably. I had no idea why someone would let that smell settle into their whole life.
Ethan dropped into the recliner as if he owned the thing, and I eased onto the end of the couch closest to him. Carter took the middle cushion like a king settling into his throne.
I kinda figured Ethan would sit by me, but… well, alright then.
Carter reached down, scooped up what I was pretty sure was a joint, and lit it without a second thought—just straight to business.
He pulled deep, exhaled a cloud big enough to fog the room again, then held it out to me. I passed it right on by. I’d never smoked before, and I wasn’t about to try something new while sittin’ in a stranger’s house.
Though honestly, with how thick the air was gettin’, I’d probably get a secondhand sample whether I wanted one or not.
The two of them got to jawin’ about work, and Carter went on about how Ethan was his favorite because he actually pulled his weight. They kept that up for a solid hour, easy. Meanwhile, my head started feeling a little floaty. Which, with all that smoke in the room, really shouldn’t have been a shock.
So I just scrolled on my phone, and every now and then I caught Carter sneakin’ glances at my cleavage. Couldn’t blame him much. The way I was leaned up on the armrest had ‘em sitting a bit higher than usual, but nothing scandalous.
It felt kinda nice, someone lookin’ at me.
Got a little warm in the cheeks, sure, but I wasn’t about to overthink it. I just kept scrolling or runnin’ my fingers down my skinny jeans, wonderin’—just a little—if Carter would appreciate how my butt looked in these if I got up.
These jeans did help my shape. And you know who never once said a thing about my butt?
Carter let out this small, under-his-breath laugh.
Ethan smirked right after. “What’s so funny?” he asked.
“Nothing,” Carter said, still starin’ at the TV like it had him hypnotized.
“Nah, man. Go on. Say it,” Ethan pressed.
Carter dropped his gaze straight to my chest. “Your girl’s got some real nice boobs.”
Oh. Wow. WOW
Ethan coughed, all nervous-like, and shot me a quick sideways glance. “Yeah, uh… she’s pretty attractive.”
“Bro,” Carter said, shakin’ his head as if Ethan had personally offended him. “She ain’t just attractive. She’s straight-up gorgeous. You didn’t hype her up near enough when you talked about her.”
“Well… I didn’t think you’d wanna hear all that,” Ethan mumbled.
Pshhh. He wasn’t gonna say a word about me. Even with Carter practically handin’ him the chance.
“Dude, I wanna hear everything about her,” Carter said, eyes flickin’ back down to my chest like they had their own gravity. “She’s got that sexy country-girl thang going on.”
Ethan let out this soft, breathy laugh. “Alright… I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Shit, if you ever wanna show those off, I’m down for it,” Carter said, bold as daylight.
My face had to be bright red, ’cause I was pretty damn sure he wasn’t just talkin’ about me flashin’ a little cleavage.
“Rose isn’t like that,” Ethan jumped in, too quick. “She doesn’t like showin’ off.”
I turned toward him, that little haze in my head clearin’ right up. “And how exactly would you know that? Did you ever ask?”
Yeah… it came out a whole lot bittier than I meant, but it was the truth.
Ethan’s eyes went wide. “I—I mean… you don’t really wear stuff that shows off.”
I didn’t even know why this was makin’ me so mad, but my temper was climbin’ fast.
“I wear cute stuff for you all the time and you never even look,” I snapped. “I risk my mama catchin’ me leavin’ the house like that, and you don’t even bother to say I look nice.”
“Then take your shirt off. I don’t care,” he said, all irritated.
My jaw dropped. I was the one who should’ve been annoyed here.
“Maybe I will,” I huffed, crossin’ my arms tight.
Carter immediately threw his hands up. “Hey—my bad. Didn’t mean to start an argument.”
“Then do it,” Ethan said, throwin’ fuel on the fire. “Take your shirt off if you’re so confident and wanna show off. You’re just mad I’m hanging out with Carter, so you’re startin’ a fight.”
And there it was—Ethan’s favorite trick. That whole I don’t care, do it then routine he pulled whenever he felt cornered. He knew he was wrong.
“What? I’m actually enjoyin’ bein’ part of your friend group for once. You leave me out of everything,” I shot back, grabbin’ the hem of my shirt. “You want me to show off? Fine. I will.”
I tugged my black shirt up to my collarbone, letting my dark red lace bra show. It was a size too small—one of those older bras that was too cute to part with—and while my nipples weren’t peekin’ out, I was spillin’ over the top a bit with how I was sittin’.
Did I just really do that?
I sat back on the couch, starin’ straight ahead. Partly ’cause I was embarrassed. Partly ’cause I was mad ass hell.
The room went dead quiet. Both of them just… starin’.
“By all means, keep goin’ if you want,” Carter said with a little laugh, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seein’.
Ethan leaned back in the recliner, arms crossed. “She’s not showing anything else. She’s all talk. And she knows I’m right.”
Excuse me?
Most people might’ve thought he was just messin’ around, but I knew better. That wasn’t teasing. Ethan was callin’ my bluff outright. Like he was sure I’d never actually do it. As if the idea that I could be bold for once was impossible.
He really wanted to play that game?
Bless his heart… he had no clue how much I’d been bottlin’ up. How much I’d been dealin’ with this scared little boy routine. ’Cause that’s all it was—fear. That’s why he never tried anything. I wasn’t lookin’ to bully him, but it was time for him to man up just a little.
But I was done with it. He didn’t know what he’d just started.
My angry fingers moved before my brain even caught up. I slid the straps down my arms, yanked the cups down, and my breasts dropped free. Nipples and all. My first time bare in front of my boyfriend… his friend… any guy.
Carter’s eyes went so wide I thought they might fall out. Ethan looked torn between bein’ shocked I actually did it and shocked by what he was seein’—most likely a good mix of both.
A warm rush bloomed through me, the adrenaline of bein’ a little reckless wearing off quick as my boobs just sat there, out in the open for them to see. And that little spark of… well, horniness… made guilt crawl right up my throat.
I shouldn’t have been getting turned on by Carter seein’ me like that. But god help me, I was. And the truth was, I needed someone to look at me like they wanted me… ’cause my self-esteem was fixin’ to keel over if I kept feeling invisible.
Carter finally lifted his eyes to my face. “Holy shit… they’re fucking great. What size?”
“Thirty… thirty-two… H,” I mumbled, my voice comin’ out way softer than I planned, as if all that confidence and anger had just slipped right outta me.
His eyes dragged over me again. “You an athlete or something? You’ve got a tight little body for boobs that big.”
I swallowed hard, feelin’ my cheeks warm right up. “Volleyball back in high school… and I still help out on the farm a little.”
Carter let out a snort. “Bro, you’re starin’ at her tits like it’s the first pair you’ve ever seen.”
Ethan tried to brush it off, but his voice cracked right down the middle. “Yeah, well… this is kinda the first time.”
Carter flashed this big, shit-eatin’ grin and leaned across me for a fist bump. “Hell yeah, brother. Glad I’m here for the debut.”
Ethan let out a shaky little laugh and bumped him back, even though he looked as though his brain was short-circuitin’.
“Those pink nipples against that pale skin look so damn good,” Carter added, smirkin’ like he couldn’t help himself. “Got that little puff to them, too. Perfect.”
Wowwwwwww. I could not believe he actually let that come out of his mouth. My nipples were not… puffy.
Okay—maybe a tiny bit, but only when they were all the way relaxed.
Carter pointed between the two of us, blunt as ever. “So… y’all haven’t fucked yet?”
Ethan stiffened, cleared his throat, and shot straight to his feet. “I’m—uh—I’m gonna take a piss. Then we’ll head out.”
“Alright, buddy,” Carter said casually.
Ethan all but bolted for the bathroom, movin’ way too quick, as if he was tryin’ to escape the situation.
A quiet few seconds slipped by before Carter glanced over at me. “So… you never seen a dick before? Since Ethan’s your first boyfriend and all?”
My bra cups were still pushed down, and it was embarrassin’ as hell, but also weirdly nice, havin’ someone pay that kind of attention to me. Still awkward… but I wasn’t exactly rushin’ to cover myself either.
“N-no,” I managed.
Carter peeked toward the hallway, makin’ sure Ethan was really out of sight, then eased his gym shorts down just enough to show me his dark dick resting heavy against his thigh.
Wait—was that soft or hard? It looked soft, but it was way too big to be soft… right? Was that normal? Or was that big-big? And the color… Lord have mercy. I was kinda into it… I figured it’d be a lighter shade, ’cause, you know… things on me run lighter down there.
It was so… pretty.
Which had to be the wrong word for a penis. No guy on earth wants to hear, ‘aww, that’s so pretty.’
Oh my God, this was flat-out crazy… and yet I couldn’t tear my eyes away. That warm, tingly sensation down low was growin’, harder and harder to ignore, leavin’ me a little antsy.
He leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. “Bet it’d look real nice sitting between those big white titties of yours.”
Jesus!
Right then, the bathroom door creaked open, and Carter snapped his gym shorts back up so fast it was almost comical.
Ethan stepped out, drying his hands on his jeans. “Ready?”
I nodded, quick and flustered, shovin’ my boobs back into the lace cups and tugging my black shirt down like absolutely nothin’ had happened while he was in the bathroom.
This drive home was going to be… interesting.
I pushed myself to my feet, and Ethan gave Carter this quick chin-nod before we stepped out the front door. My face was still burnin’, like the blush hadn’t left since the moment my boobs were out.
Once we climbed into the truck and Ethan turned the key, I thought he’d say somethin’—anything. But we just drove. Quiet. The kind of quiet that makes your thoughts real loud. And wow… my brain would not shut up.
It wasn’t until we were almost to the highway that he finally spoke.
“Should we get some food before we go home?” Ethan asked casually, as if nothing unusual had just happened back at Carter’s.
I cleared my throat. “Sure. Whatever’s fine.”
Was he seriously not gonna mention any of it?
Spoiler: he wasn’t.
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