Good Graces

Grace was like... The definitive "childhood friend" kind of girl.

Sweet, kind and compassionate toward everyone. Popular, but not overly social. Her idea of a fun night would lean more toward a horror movie marathon than some loud and wild college party!

As her peers grew, they began to appreciate her subtle charms and natural beauty, more than that of the perfectly primped and manicured cheerleaders. She'd had a few boyfriends... And one or two girlfriends... But nothing long lasting, and nothing that went beyond a little kissing and touching.

Which may be surprising, given her figure!

Her boobs were... Big! Full, and round! Enough that they contrasted her fairly chill and wholesome aesthetic. She didn't really like to show them off with flashy outfits or skimpy swimsuits. An irony that certainly wasn't lost, as she knelt over a flowerbed, and felt her tits dangle and sway in the open air.

Grace wasn't particularly athletic, apart from her gardening and nature walks, leaving her figure healthy, but soft around her thighs stomach. She didn't mind too much, though. It suited her well enough. As for other areas, well...

She hadn't done the actual calculations. She was afraid to. But she was pretty sure that... She was spending more time out of her day completely nude, than she was clothed. Some days, it felt like she was dressed when she woke up, wore something comfortable to bed, and the rest of the day she had... Absolutely nothing on her body!

With that... Sobering thought in mind, she should probably be better about shaving.

But in her mind, it would be like inviting the worst case scenario. No one came out here. She didn't need to shave, because nobody would actually see the tufts of hair under her arms, or the modest bush sitting right above her pretty, pink--

"Grace?!"

The sudden voice, that should absolutely NOT have sounded in her garden, made the girl jump! She'd lost her footing, and rather than falling on her precious flowers, she chose to stumble into a pile of fresh dirt. Her cute, freckled butt, almost certainly raised to the intruder.

In that moment... She thought about becoming an ostrich.

Keeping her head forever buried. Never knowing who was getting a view of her most private areas, in what should've been her private sanctuary...