Oh, of course not.

When you look back up, Alex is grinning, but also staring. You can’t blame him. You’re fine as hell. Glancing over him, you quickly notice the front of his pants are bulging.

“Do you want to see ‘em?” you ask boldly, still smiling.

“Do I what?”

“My tits. Do you wanna’ see ‘em?” You sit up a little straighter. “I mean, they’re pretty great. Unless it’d freak you out.”

“I’m not freaking out,” he responds, very quickly.

“No, and I appreciate that. So, in appreciation, do you want to see my tits?” He starts like he’s about to answer, then just chooses to nod. You roll your eyes, then lift up the shirt. The way he fixates on your big, but perky breasts makes you blush a little. You know the kinds of things he must be thinking, mostly because you’d be thinking them, too, and kind of because you’re still thinking of them right now.