...but you'll make an exception.

John had always had a certain... affection for my breasts. It was obvious from the moment we met at Gary's housewarming party three years ago. The very first thing he said upon laying eyes on me was "Woah, Gary, you didn't tell me your new girlfriend has huge tits!" I gave Gary the stink-eye in that moment, though of course now I look back on it and smile.

Being a very buxom woman, I'm quite used to unwanted attention. Usually from men, although even other women sometimes feel the need to provide me with their unsolicited opinions on my bust. Unfortunately, when you have very large breasts, people often tend to see your body as inherently sexual. One of the things that first attracted me to Gary was how he never made me feel like that. I never caught him staring and he never made me feel objectified.

So I was very unimpressed when John started our first interaction by commenting on my breasts. I was even more annoyed when he then reached past my hand, which I had extended for a shake, and proceeded to grab my breasts with both hands and give them a firm squeeze. The situation was made all the more awkward since it was a special occasion, and so I was wearing a nice dress that showed off a larger amount of décolletage than I usually reveal, meaning John had no trouble wrapping his hands directly around the exposed top portion of my breasts. I was aghast, but Gary just chuckled and told John to remember his manners. "Oh, right! Hi, I'm John," he said without removing his hands from my cleavage.

As I reminisced, I chuckled and nuzzled slightly into John's touch. Back then, I wanted to kill him. Eventually though, I came to understand that John's appreciation for breasts is nothing like the objectifying stares I get from most men. John is a dear friend who loves and appreciates me as a whole person. That, by definition, includes every part of me. I may not be the most touchy person, but I have come to respect that John is different and expresses his affection differently. It hardly seems fair to get upset with him just because he has a particular fondness and appreciation for large breasts.

Speaking of which, I snapped out of my reminiscence as realized that John had been silently staring at my cleavage for almost a full minute. Wow, we really got lost in our heads there! Me in my fond memories of our awkward first meeting, and him in whatever thoughts had caused his penis to swell to half-mast, slowly closing the distance between the tip and my face as it rose. Obviously there's nothing wrong with a bit of wistful family bonding time, but since we were on a bit of a clock I quietly cleared my throat and waved up at him, repeating the very first thing I ever said to him, a phrase I had said to him so many times it had become something of a running joke between us.

"Hey! My eyes are up here."