She poses nude for a major men's magazine

Then there was Corrine. Much as I should have seen it coming, that girl still caught me completely by surprise…

I was killing some time at the local bookstore when Elizabeth excitedly tore me away from the science fiction section and dragged me up to the front counter.

“You have to get it, I’m too nervous,” she giggled.

“I have to get what?”

My wife pointed behind the counter, where the adult magazines were hiding. At first, I didn’t understand what she was so excited about. I hadn’t bought a nudie magazine since I was a teenager, as I considered them a waste of money for anyone that had a working internet connection. But then I saw it, too:

Posing on the cover of a certain well-known gentleman’s periodical was a very familiar face, with a very familiar set of tits.

“Holy shit, that’s Corrine!”

I couldn’t believe it. Beneath all the dramatic makeup and a mane of crazily glamorous hair, there was my friend—her skin airbrushed and gleaming like bronze, her huge breasts barely hidden behind a tiny bouquet of flowers.

Elizabeth was turning red, on the verge of exploding into nervous laughter right there in the middle of the store.

“You have to buy it!” she squeaked.

“Okay, okay!”

I turned to face the shop’s proprietor—a sweet-natured elderly woman who reminded me very much of my grandmother—and politely asked her for a copy of the magazine with the big-breasted blonde on the cover.

We didn’t wait until we were home to look inside. Soon as we got in the car, Elizabeth tore off the shrink wrap, and we huddled over the magazine, nervously giggling like a pair of 13-year-old boys.

“Wow, she looks hot,” Elizabeth sighed.

I couldn’t disagree. Corrine’s nude body looked spectacular in every photo, seductively posing around a Napa Valley vineyard, sunlight gleaming through her long golden hair. In one image, she was bending over to work an old-fashioned water pump, suggestively gripping the handle and aiming it between her tits.