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... just sat there and saw her again for the first time.

He reached across the space between them and touched her knee, reassuring himself that this was indeed reality and there was a real-live woman under the denim. Heather wore a simple white bra and a huge smile, but her eyes were like saucers and her cheeks were flushed red. "You like them?" she said as she leaned back and gave her boobs a little shake.

"My god, Heather," was all Gil could manage.

"That good, huh?" she laughed nervously. "Wanna help me take this off?" Heather stood up and turned around. Gil reached up and undid the clasp with practiced ease, her fingers brushing her now bare back.

"Alice told me that you would probably need me to, um..." Heather said over her shoulder. "Oh, jeez, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...bring her up." She slipped out of her bra and tossed it on the bed.

Gil bit back a gasp as Heather turned around. "What? Sorry for what?" Her breasts were larger and heavier than he'd imagined, and her small nipples and large areola were a delectable shade of carnation pink, but the most charming gem on Heather's treasure chest was the tanline from her bikini. The pale skin there was shot through with the faintest hint of veins, a striking contrast against the mild summer tan that adorned her upper chest and stomach. "Damn, my god," he muttered, "goddamn, you are so damn...god."

"Sorry for bringing up Alice," Heather blushed redder than ever. Gil's mind skipped between gawking at ...

... a dream and interacting with reality and back.

"No, don't be. We had a talk, well, another long talk last night, and I don't know how, but we are good. I don't know how things will be, you know, after, after we have...but yeah..." It was true. So much was said, and it was such a relief, but thinking about their discussion brought back to the surface the most stunning thing he had learned in a long time. The thought of what he knew about Heather from his wife made him tear his gaze away from the promised land of her naked chest to meet the hard look that had returned to her eyes. "Good! Good. Anyways, she said I might have to take charge and, you know, assert myself. That you would be into that."

"Did she now?" Back before Alice's libido cratered a year or so ago, she did like to take charge and would initiate more often than he did, but that was beside the point. He wanted to ask Heather the truth so badly that it was crowding out everything else in his head.

"Yep," she laughed. "You can touch them if you want. Touch them. Touch me."

Gil reached out and held her side, his thumb caressing the contour of her breast, but he didn't dare look away. His other hand found her hip and edged towards her bottom. "She told me something about you, too."

"Did she now?" Heather gently mocked. Gil's whole train of thought sat stalled on the question on his lips. "She didn't lie. I am a virgin. I know it doesn't matter at all, that it's just a...I think Alice called it a ...