?Strong tan lines framed her small breasts."How I love a girl without a bra. ?So naughty. ?So slutty."Ellie blushed as Ms. Winters commented further o... her body. ?"Those tan lines look wonderful on you, dear. ?But why go to the beach or tanning salon in a bikini and then go braless at work? ?The illusion of modesty."Ellie wanted to tell the woman that she normally wore a bra and that she just forgot to put it on again after changing into the tiny piece of cloth that was now wet from her. I was ready to get shitfaced. Anthony waited for me to make my drink, light on soda and heavy on rum. I didn’t feel like talking to him about what happened, but I knew he’d keep pressing me for details until I did. Now that he was in college, I felt like there was a kind of divide between us. We never addressed it, but I wondered how we could relate to each other. He was majoring in Business, while I stayed around this town doing odd jobs to bring in some money. I could fix most anything, be. Upon reaching their bedroom she pushed me onto the bed. It was an XL two-person bed bought especially with sexdating in mind. (Later, after I moved out of my parents’ place, I would start inviting “E” & “N” over to my place. To this day they complain about the width of my slightly-smaller-than-regular two-person bed :P ) She removed her skirt, climbed in after me and undid my shirt. Now both naked, we started alternating between kissing and playing with each other’s breasts. I still tend to. The man seemed to sink further into the chair as Brian approached, and the stain of blood was spreading lower, almost to the straining waistband of his pants. But, even through the pain, a contemptuous fire burned in his glaring eyes. ‘What happened, that was a long time ago,’ he labored to say, a film of red spittle coating his lips. The heat that burned within Brian had been left simmering for years, but the man’s words brought all the anger and pain to a quick boil. Before thought was even.