How Could she Not?

My heart was picking up speed with each passing second. I hadn't been this close to Gaz yet. Her skin was amazingly soft and her hair smelled strangely of lavender. I certainly didn't have any scent shampoo back at my place, so I could only assume this was a standard feature for her. Was it because her hair was purple?

A soft clearing of a throat brought me back to reality. "You going to look at the numbers on the tape?" Gaz asked. Her head tilted toward me and I could see a smirk tugging on her lips. Her soft, every so slightly pouty lips... I took a deep breath. Had to calm down. Now was not the time. I turned my attention to the measuring tape.

"Um...t...twenty eight inches," I found myself stammering. That meant her band size was 32 inches according to Google. I removed the tape from around her rib cage. Okay, I did that without doing anything stupid. Good. Now I just had to wrap the tape around her breasts right along the nipples. No problem, right? Just...wrap it around...over her currently bare nipples.

I suddenly felt a hand on mine. "...relax, John. Your hands are shaking," Gaz whispered. "Am I making you nervous?" My throat felt dry. Nervous wasn't the right word for it and judging from her expression, it wasn't what she meant. Her smirk was wider and down right devious. "Just take the tape," she said softly, slowly guiding my hands to her bust, "and wrap it around." With her help (though calling it 'help' feels like it implies an innocence that I wasn't getting the impression of), I managed to get the tape around her breasts.

"Um...th...thirty seven inches," I noted. Shit, my voice may have squeaked. Nodding, Gaz released my hands. "So...32 DD? she questioned. "Yep." Okay, my voice definitely squeaked then. But that was fine. I did it. We knew her bra size, now we just needed to go pick them out. And nothing else. We were totally done in the dressing room. ...right?