Lesson Learned

In my senior year of high school we were at a pool party for one of my classmates. Horsing around I fell into the pool. I had on a thin white top, no bra. In a second I was pulled out to the clapping of my classmates. I tried to cover my chest with my arms, but a couple of the guys pulled my arms away and everyone laughed. Except one boy, a foreign student in our class. He covered me with a towel to the howling of the other boys.

I learned something that day. Boys, and girls, really have a thing about girl's tops. It's irrational. Stripping you of your dignity isn't on their mind, not if there are titties and a wet shirt.

I've used my tits to open doors, make sales, disarm jerks. That boy that saved my dignity, he is the one that fondles my tits, and earned my cherry.