
Hannah had always been an adventurous spirit. Her captivating charisma, mesmerizing platinum blonde hair, and seductive gaze had earned her the reputation of a sexy jet set babe. With an inherent wanderlust, she traveled to the most exotic destinations, seeking thrills and stories to fuel her insatiable desire for life…..
My ex-boyfriend Dean thought my tits weren’t big enough. He didn’t come out and say it, but I could tell by the browser history he left on my laptop while his was charging, and by the buxom girls he cheated on me with.
The truth is I was always insecure about my chest, so I finally did something about it. Does this make me vain or superficial? Maybe, but who gives a shit? I happen to love my new tits.
And now it’s time to see what the rest of the world thinks of them.
“Holy shit,” Andy slurs as he greets me at the door of their run-down brownstone.
Loud house music blares from the party raging behind him.
“My eyes are up here, Andy.”
“Sorry, Hannah. I wasn’t expecting… Anyway, it’s good to see you. Come on in.” He hugs me a little too tightly, for a little too long before letting me pass.
‘Raging’ is a bit of an exaggeration. While some people are getting their freak on to the beat, more are calmly sipping from Solo cups, chatting, and flirting. Dean is here somewhere — this is his best friend’s party, after all. Thank God, I’ve got friends here, too.
“Damn, you really did it,” Michelle says, approaching as though she’s afraid any sudden movement might set off my tits like landmines.
“They look amazing,” Brenda says.
“Thanks,” I say. “I’m still getting used to them.”
“Yeah, well, you have big hunks of silicon in your body,” Michelle says. “It’s pretty weird.”
“Oh, stop,” Brenda says. “It’s no different than those screws you have in your knee.”
“Uh, it’s a little different. I was in a skiing accident. Anyway, that came out wrong. You look great as always, Hannah.”
“No, you’re right. It is weird. But fuck it; it’s my body, and I wanted bigger breasts.”
“You go, girl!” Brenda says, giving me an enthusiastic high five. “Can I feel ’em?”
“Sure.”
I’m expecting her to cup the outside of my tank top, but instead, she reaches up the shirt and gropes me through the sheer fabric of my bra. It woke my vagina up pretty quick.
As they continued their escapade right there and then Andy my ex boyfriend’s best friend joined the mix, I discovered that Andy was not only an artist but also an adventure seeker. He was so into it with his daring maneuvers such untamed behavior so what I needed, these tits definitely did the damn thing!
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