Gifts Well Timed

Patrick’s lips hungrily descended to mine. His hands roamed freely across my curves, cupping my double D cups. I grabbed hold of his firm buttocks and was ecstatic to discover he wore no bulky long johns under his wool slacks. The luscious curves and bumps outlined by his slacks were all him.

Thank heaven for the cold and our clothing barriers or else I’d be sorely tempted to… to… No! We couldn’t do that—could we? This was a school for heaven’s sake!

“Take this off,” he commanded me, tugging at the hem of my turtleneck. “I want to revel in your fantastic knockers, you beautiful, sexy, love goddess.”

Another inner voice nudged me further: Is there anything wrong with asking for something for myself every now and then?

No, there isn’t, I decided at last. I gave of myself all the time. Didn’t I deserve to enjoy the attentions of an incredibly attractive man once in a while?

“You don’t think my boobs are too much?” I asked.

Patrick shook his head no and slowly licked his lips. I sat up and slid the silky top over my head.

“I thought about having reduction surgery once, but I chickened out.”

He reached over and unhooked my bra, instantly freeing my full, round breasts. “Hmm… I’m glad you did. How can you ever have too much of a good thing?”