It was later, about a month after we had our short, girlie sex talk and she was into my underwear drawer again. That time she was holding up a satiny dark gray bra. I finally told her, "You can borrow that if you want to."
"No, it won't fit right. I'm too small."
"Bet you're not. It'll look great with your big ol' brown eyes too. Try it on and see."
"Really?"
"Sure. What's mine is yours Camz, you know that."
She smiled then turned her back to me shyly. We'd kissed and even started petting - in non-intimate areas like arms, legs, necks, or backs - but we'd never seen each other without clothes on. She pulled her shirt off. Her back was covered in the same smooth ivory skin as the rest of her. Then she took off her lacy white bra. When she slipped mine on, I caught a glance of side boob. Her breasts were super round just like mine. Then she walked up to the mirror to look at herself.
I could see her in the mirror's reflection. She could wear the bra just fine. She just wasn't popping out of it a little like I did. It meant she was on the lower end of a D-cup while I was on the tippy top end. Her belly was even more toned than mine though. I was flat and tight but Camila, wow, I could see the faint lines of a six-pack even under her pale skin. I watched her look at herself, cup her chest, fluff her wavy red hair.
She caught me looking in the mirror. "Well?"
"Well what?"
"How do I look?"
"Oh come on, you're a super hottie."
"Really?"
"Yup, I've got high standards. I only make out with super hotties. Regular girls just don't do it for me."
She giggled. "You're laying it on a bit thick now, Bubblegum."
I rolled off my perch on the bed and stood behind her. I reached my arms around her waist. She leaned back into me, smiling. I slowly lifted my hands up and touched her amazing, ripped belly with my fingertips. I traced a few lines of the toned muscles there.
"I like that," she smiled, "you know, in case you were wondering."
"Me too," I just kept stroking her stomach.
I drew my hands up her belly, slowly, waiting for her to stop me because it was further than we'd gone before. She didn't though. She just closed her eyes and leaned her head back onto my shoulder.
I gently cupped her chest through the bra and she let out the cutest little sigh. She turned her head and nibbled my earlobe. "I like that too," she giggled, "in case your were wondering. Are you into boobs, girlie?"
"Maybe, I dunno. I think I'm just into you."
She kissed my neck. "Take the bra off? Let's find out if you're into boobs."
I pulled back enough to undo the clasp at her back. I pulled the straps gently from her porcelain shoulders. Camila held perfectly still. She let me undress her, watching in the mirror. Even that was sexy. I pulled the bra away.
Her chest was beautiful - big round ivory spheres of boob. Her nipples were larger than mine, slightly puffy. They were also incredibly pale. Not quite as light as her skin. They were the palest, most delicate, barely-pink color. Their only flaw, not really a flaw so much as just different, was that they went inwards instead of out. Inverted. I'd never seen that before and I think I looked too long because Camila shifted uncomfortably.
