Honesty is the best policy

Your mind races as your friend stands in the doorway eyeing you with a mix of lust and bemusement.

You clear your throat and launch into your story. You hold nothing back describing your experience in forensic detail, hoping to win him over through sheer weight of conviction. You watch his face as you talk hoping to catch some flicker of recognition. The slightest sign that he might believe you instead he hardly seems to hear you. He nods absently and stares at your legs making you feel self-conscious. You try to tug at the bottom of your shirt in a vain attempt to cover-up. That only succeeds in drawing his attention to your breasts and erect nipples.

Finally, you lose your temper breaking of your story.

“Damn it, Steve!” You yell hating how shrill your voice sounds.” Do you even hear me? I’m trying to tell you something incredible here and all you want to do is stare at my tits!”

This outburst gets his attention

“Sorry lady I’m sure it’s a great story but I just ain’t buying. What’s the deal, John put you up to this?”

Seeing his blank disbelief you slump on the sofa back where you started feeling dejected.

“Hey. Why so blue pretty lady?” Steve says sliding in next to you.