At this point I was determined to find out just how valuable were my “assets”, so I dropped the robe off my shoulders showing the guy just how big...were my boobs. His eyes bulged; he was smitten with my 38C's, which were barely covered by a light night bra. To be truthful the bra is worn to stop my breasts from wandering during the night and as such there was an awful lot of flesh on show. I took his hand and allowed his outstretched fingers to brush over the cleavage, the flesh showing below. "Very good Veronica," Angela said. "Now come over here and kneel down."I walked towards her. "Kneel down?" Yes! And hurry up!"I knelt down in front of her. She then turned so that she was facingaway from me."Lift my skirt and my petticoat up. Nice and high!" she commanded.Puzzled, I did so, baring her panty clad posterior, along with a view ofher garter belt and attached stockings."Know how French people kiss?" she asked from over her shoulder."Eh?" I said."On both cheeks - you know!". We went to the beach with them the next day but then for there reasons or ours we didn't hang out with them again until the last night. That night we all decided to stay in,my friend had asked me if it would be ok if they came over. I didn't want to be "that girl" so i said "sure no problem". When the guys got there they walked in with enough beer for a week. They were leaving the next day as well and i guess they didn't drink as much beer as they thought they were going to and didn't want to. I just don't want to lose my friend. I'm so sorry. Shit! Shit shit shit shit shit! I have ruined this beyond repair and now he thinks it's his fault. I'm so fucking stupid what did I do?I wrote back a hurried response assuring him that it was okay, and that it wasn't his fault. I kissed him. I told him we could be adults about this and that I still really wanted to have him as a friend and that I was really happy he took me out. What I didn't tell him was that I was super confused. That all the.