This happened when I was 17.
It was summer, and my mom's friend, Bev, was visiting. Bev's a very beautiful, dark-haired woman with a shapely body. (Think of a tanned, shorter-version Demi Moore with short hair). And let's just say she's a knock-out in a black bikini, which she was wearing one afternoon at the family pool.
My girlfriend Heather was there that afternoon; we were swimming and diving. I kept looking over at Bev, who was in a lawn chair, sunning herself. A bit testy, Heather asked what I was looking at. I told her to guess. Heather asked if I preferred Bev over her. I said no. Heather then asked how I would rank her against Bev.
Heather was good looking, but she doesn't compare to Bev; I laughed and told her breasts were like mole hills compared to Bev's mountains. Heather's eyes became slits, and I knew she was pissed. But not how pissed.
Anyway, I was diving to impress Bev, who was watching. As I came up the ladder after a really good dive, I started talking to her. As we were talking, Heather came up from behind and grabbed my trunks with both hands. Before I could react, I felt them plunge downward.
Bev's eyes bugged out, and then she started laughing. I fell back in the water, embarrassed like all hell.
Heather and I talked about it later. We dated a few more months, and then we split, but not over that.
It was summer, and my mom's friend, Bev, was visiting. Bev's a very beautiful, dark-haired woman with a shapely body. (Think of a tanned, shorter-version Demi Moore with short hair). And let's just say she's a knock-out in a black bikini, which she was wearing one afternoon at the family pool.
My girlfriend Heather was there that afternoon; we were swimming and diving. I kept looking over at Bev, who was in a lawn chair, sunning herself. A bit testy, Heather asked what I was looking at. I told her to guess. Heather asked if I preferred Bev over her. I said no. Heather then asked how I would rank her against Bev.
Heather was good looking, but she doesn't compare to Bev; I laughed and told her breasts were like mole hills compared to Bev's mountains. Heather's eyes became slits, and I knew she was pissed. But not how pissed.
Anyway, I was diving to impress Bev, who was watching. As I came up the ladder after a really good dive, I started talking to her. As we were talking, Heather came up from behind and grabbed my trunks with both hands. Before I could react, I felt them plunge downward.
Bev's eyes bugged out, and then she started laughing. I fell back in the water, embarrassed like all hell.
Heather and I talked about it later. We dated a few more months, and then we split, but not over that.
