The night we did I told I didn't want to fuck, I wanted to 'talk'. every time he try something I'd do something random, like see what was on the radio..... then I found my song Got to Give It Up, by Marvin Gaye. Little did he know I was nervous as fuck, so once I started to sing along (badly) I got kinda loosened up. When the song ended he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me really close to him, and said in his deep voice 'You know a lot has changed about me since high school..' now my heart was. They were recruiting wrestlers! Jennifer could feel her heart pounding at the idea of joining up, but covered her face in embarrassment. She didn’t feel as pretty as the girls in the video and obviously didn’t have their skill or training. There was no way they would accept her.Still, what was the harm in checking it out? Jennifer decided to play with the fantasy a little bit longer and opened the page. It listed various locations across America where there were gyms to apply. There was even. After a few seconds, I got myself together and answered, “Are you crazy man? How about Bruno? Aren’t you friends?”“Yeah we are, but I hate how he thinks he’s awesome just because he’s rich. Also, an outgoing, pretty girl like you needs someone that shakes her up a little. He’s too soft. Think I don’t see how he kisses you so shy like he’s a little girl?”“What do you mean? What’s wrong with the way he kisses me?" I wanted to confront him, but deep down I knew it was true.“Want me to show. It’s cute.” Ian said. His eyes danced up and down from bra to face and back again over and over. Poor guy was trying hard not to appear like he was looking. I found his honest shyness and reservations about seeing me half naked adorable. Plus Ian was practically a girl and that made him all the more interesting to me. I wasn’t shy and Ian was about to find that out.“It’s all shit from when I was little.” I said and unhooked my bra. I dropped it and stood topless in front of Ian. Ian didn’t.