Mirajane, the “Cover Girl” of Fairy Tail.

You slowly and carefully move up from Mirajane’s chest after what feels like an eternity, although in reality it was only a few seconds. After you get a good look at her face and register whose breasts you dived headfirst into, you struggle to regain some sense of composure as you help her to her feet.

“S-sorry, you spooked me a little. I didn’t think anyone would be in here.”

“It’s alright.” She replies with a warm smile, unoffended by the fact that your face was right in the middle of her breasts mere moments ago.

You automatically start checking her out from head to toe. The maroon dress she’s wearing is no bikini, but if anything her figure looks even better than the centerfolds in the magazines. Her breasts are a little bigger than you guessed they were, which causes blood to rush to your face as you remember how soft and warm it was when your face was between then and you start wishing that you were back in her chest. It seems you stare a little too long, because no sooner do you catch yourself fantasizing about her breasts than you see she’s leaning forward staring back into your eyes waiting for a response.

“G-gah, I’m sorry! I promise I’m not staring!” you frantically yell, hoping she didn’t notice the slight bulge in your pants while you were fantasizing about her. She just gives her trademark smile.

“That’s alright, I don’t mind. You’re a guy, so its only natural that you’d have a thing for breasts,” she manages to say with a straight face, that smile never leaving her face. Your jaw hits the ground with a thud, threatening to put a hole in the wooden floor.

“Hehe, so, would you like some help?” she asks.

“Huh?” You replied, wondering what kind of “help” she means.