The first time she ever saw another girl’s boobs…

You wait, curiosity burning. Emma’s eyes seem to drift out-of-focus, somewhere far away.

‘I do like seeing girls in just their bikini bottoms,’ she says softly. ‘Always have. Well, not always, but…’ She takes a deep breath. ‘I once saw Bonnie’s boobs that way – Bonnie Wright, I mean. Do you remember her?’ You nod, jerking your cock in hard, regular strokes. ‘She was in Harry Potter with me… she had this lovely red hair. We were at this party at another girl’s house – I think it was after the premiere of the last movie – and her parents had a swimming pool, and, well…’

Emma blushes pink at the memory. ‘We’d had a little bit to drink, and it was just me and Bonnie and Evanna and Katie out back. And somebody dared someone else, I can’t remember who, and it was just for a little while, but… Bonnie took her top off. Right in front of me. In front of all of us! And I remember thinking, ‘she has really nice boobs,’ and also that they were a lot bigger than I’d thought… but yes.’

Emma meets your eyes shyly for a moment. ‘She had C-cups, probably, and thick pink nipples, and she was wearing a blue bikini, as well. Went very nicely with her red hair. They were the first boobs I ever saw that weren’t my own.’

‘Was that the moment when you realised you liked girls?’ you ask, cheekily. But Emma genuinely seems to consider it.

‘I… I don’t know, actually. I don’t think so… I mean, I used to have dreams about girls I knew quite a lot.’ She looks embarrassed. ‘Mostly just kissing, though. I never imagined seeing their breasts! And I didn’t really let myself think about it, not properly, until the films ended and I wasn’t seeing them every day. It would just have been too weird thinking about my friends like that.’

That gives you another idea.