POV

I could never understand it. No matter how many times I looked down and saw my own breasts there was nothing. Zip. Zero. Nada. However, when I looked at the same exact things on someone else, it had me stumbling worse than a drunk. To top it off, I found myself a frequent viewer of not so appropriate sites.  Something I just so happened to be doing right now while my roomate, a smoking hot babe if I can say so, was out getting “turned up” at some party. Just the thought of her... curvacious body was sending shivers all up and down my body. Somehow, I found myself on her facebook page where she showed about as much decency as an infant, not that I was complaining. I began to sort through her photos and had to push a few naughty thoughts on what I wanted to do with HER breasts to the back of my mind.

That didn’t last long as I found myself craving her chest. That and the rest of her too. I guess this makes me gay? Not that I mind, and, in fact, I found the thought very comforting. I scrolled through another photo to one where she had nothing on but panties and her arm across her nipples, and I almost dropped my computer off my lap.

To make matters worse I hear the door open, and she calls out. “I’m home!” I never have moved so quick to close my screen as she approached. “What’cha looking at?” she asked, pulling at my laptop.

“Nothing!” I shot out, my cheeks were easily red from the warmth coming from them. I had to keep my eyes from crisscrossing her very very low cut shirt. She of course choose then to adjust it, revealing a cute pink bra. I didn’t even feel the computer slip out of my hands nor hear her crack it open, but thankfully it was locked. She pouted and huffed at me to open it, letting the scent of alcohol drift over to me. She dipped her chest low once again. If she did it again I wasn’t sure I could hold myself back.

She dipped, and she quickly came to enjoy my touch.