Samantha

I slowly trudded down the steps and arrived at the large white oak door and peaked through peak hole and saw the brimming smiling face of Samantha, my friend Brian's new wife.

Samantha was a mature 18. She was a sandy blonde with shoulder length straight hair that was thin looked light to the touch. She stood about 5'3" with piercing blue eyes and large wide lips that made her look like she was smiling even if she wasn't. Her most visible asset however, everyone agreed were her 32 DD's which were highly disproportionate for her thin frame. There hasn't been a single time you have seen Sam without looking down at her chest to see her massive melons fighting to free themselves from whatever she had tried to cover them up with.

Sam played the shy girl, but she was neither shy, nor modest in practice. She was a self proclaimed flirt and had spent multiple nights teasing both you and Brian about her bicuriosity, even kissing other party going women just to get a rise out of the two of you, however she had never, to your knowledge anyways, acted on it any further than that.

But there she was, standing at you door in a tight white beater, her braless chest heaving though the fabric exposing the shape and firmness of each nipple, the bottom ending just high enough to allow her smooth flat stomach to be exposed, allowing the light to glisten on and off again from her fake diamond belly button ring. Her cheer shorts were a bright green, purposely folded down around the waistband to shorten them to the point of asking whether they were shorts or panties.

She must have felt you looking at her because she leans forward towards the door and sticks her tongue out mockingly.

"Let me in you punk!" Sam barks playfully at the door

"My mother told me never to talk to strangers" you laughingly say back

"I'm no stranger. I've seen you naked!" Sam says even louder than before, at a volume you are sure your neighbors can hear.

You fling the door open quickly.

"Get in here you! I don't want my neighbors to hear that shit. And besides, it wasn't my fault you decided to come into my bathroom at the particular time I was taking a leak." you say as Sam walks in.

"Yeah." she says sarcastically. "And it must have been my fault it was cold that day too." Sam says, using her index finger and thumb to show a very small version of your penis.