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“Fine, and I know what a boob job is! Lord knows I need one,” I mumbled glancing down at my barely sized B bra cupped breasts.
“It’s not plastic surgery! I thought you said you’ve watched porn before.”
I gave Seth a ‘well–duh‘ look. “I have. I just don’t usually watch it with girls in it.”
Seth perked up. “You watch gay men porn?”
I shrugged my shoulders as my answer.
Seth slammed a hand dramatically over his chest. “A girl after my own heart!”
Ethan, choosing to ignore our childish banter, frowned and he dropped his head slightly, trying to make eye contact with me. He reached forward and petted my hair. “Cassie, I’ve seen you naked before. You do not need a boob job.”
“If you won’t, I will!” Seth said with a laugh. “I’m half hard now if you want to start. You’ll still have to take your shirt off though.”
I think it was then that I finally caught on to what he was saying and my eyes widened in his direction. “Oh. I think I’d like you to do that to me too,” I mumbled it more as an afterthought than an actual ‘yes‘ answer. “But first, I need to learn how to give a blowjob!”
“No, first we need you to take your shirt off,” Ethan interrupted. “Teach me all I need to know about your girl parts, about what you like, and I’m sure Seth will be very hands–on helping me learn. Cassie, I’ve always admired your body.” Ethan paused, giving me a soft smile before he continued, “You’re petite and curvy and… you have nothing to worry
about, okay?”
I bit my lip, wanting to express to him with my eyes the gratitude I was feeling for him at
that moment.
“Hello?” Seth said, waving his hands to gain our attention back.
Ethan took a gulping breath and released it before he moved forward, his cheek so close it was almost brushing mine. I swallowed, my eyes darting as I searched his face. When I felt
my shirt his warm fingertips brush against my abdomen as he started pushing the hem of
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up, I leaned backward, instinctively feeling the need to watch him strip me of my protection.
Eventually, as my shirt got higher and Ethan’s fingertips became his palms, flat against my sides, it became too hard to watch. So I turned my chin into my shoulder to focus on
Seth instead, but he no longer had jokes to offer and soon I realized Seth’s intense gaze wasn’t any easier. I lifted my arms, letting Ethan slip the shirt completely off of me. My chin dropped, looking down to see my chest and shoulders splotched red from embarrassment. My simple cotton bra cupped my breasts, decorated with a tiny pink bow, and I felt the urge to squish my arms tight to my sides to give my breasts more volume but stopped myself at the last minute. This was Ethan and Seth. They didn’t need me to
act that way.
“I never thought I’d think a miniature pink bow was so sexy,” Seth said just next to my
ear.
I stiffened, my breath catching in my throat, wondering when he’d gotten behind me again. His warm moist breath against my neck caused my thighs to tremble. His and Ethan’s proximity was making it harder to breathe. When I felt Seth’s hands slide up my bareback, and the kiss Ethan placed underneath my ear before moving to my face, it was almost too much.
I was going to pass out.
Sensory overload. Warning. Warning.
“Cassie, just breathe,” Ethan whispered against my cheek.
