Sure, but be subtle.

You watch her finish her stretching routine, noticing that her small tits move very little as she twists and turns. You turn back to other boxes and hear her stand up; as you turn to set some of your clothes in the dresser, you notice that Kelly’s standing pretty close to you and you flash a glance down her shirt. Kelly grins and you realize you’ve been caught. She doesn’t seem to mind, however.

“Yeah, a girl’s breasts are always more attractive when they’re wet, aren’t they John? Did you enjoy the stretching, too? My last boyfriend seemed to enjoy watching my ass.” You start to stammer and she laughs.

“Listen, buddy. You’re the one looking down MY shirt; it’s not like I don’t appreciate the oh so subtle attention you’re paying my body, but you’d better be prepared to own up to it. Admit that you were staring at me, and I won’t tell the girls that you ogle.” She sticks her tongue out and you grin.

“Caught red-handed,” you tell her. She grins, triumphant, and turns around bending over to pick up a box. Making sure you get a good view of her very toned, very round ass, she stands up slowly, setting the box on the bed. Emboldened by her carefree atmosphere, you can’t help but compliment her. “Nice ass.”

She turns, grinning, and pushes out her chest. “And here, after your looking at Andi’s admittedly gorgeous tits, and down my shirt at these perky little babies,” she says, shaking her chest for emphasis, “I thought you’d be a tit man.” You smile at her as she saunters a bit closer and wraps her arms around your waist. “You wanna see my tits?” she teases. She puts a finger to her mouth and pouts. “I’m not supposed to show anyone my boobies,” she says in a high, school-girlish voice, “but if you promise not to tell, I’ll show you.” You groan as she runs a finger up your chest.

“Please,” you say in a pleading voice. Kelly grins.

“And I’ve already got you begging,” she teases, sliding her shirt above her chest. She’s wearing a plain white bra, but you can already see that her tits are firm, supple and well-proportioned. “Thankfully for you, Sarah’s not the only one in this apartment who’s easy.” She pops her bra off and exposes what seem to be perfect breasts to you. They aren’t large by any means, and you’d place her at an A cup if you were **** to make the call. But the pale flesh and pink nipples seem perfect on Kelly’s lithe, dancer-type body. You feel your mouth go dry and swallow.

“Nice tits,” you tell her. Kelly snorts.

“A bit small, but that kind of talk will get you far, John. You can touch them.” You smile and respond.