I missed!
Years ago I dated a young lady whose hair had more colours than the average parrot. I think I was 18 and she was 16 or 17. She had quite a cute little behind and showed it off whenever she had a good reason.
We spent a good deal of our time together partying, and when I was with her, it always seemed I was rather chemically enhanced. Enhanced enough, apparently, not to notice her absolute lack of mammaries until the day I allowed my hand to journey up her shirt. I was stoned. We were in her room, lit by red and blue lights. We were smoking bright, green, skunky smelling weed. I slid my hand carefully up her shirt...slowly, allowing her ample time to stop me if she wanted to. I crept slowly up her chest, kissing her. Eagerly anticipating the first feel of those tender, tiny titties in my hands.
I knew by now they had to be smallish as I hadn't seen much bulging in her shirt. As I saw the tips of my fingers protrude through the top of her shirt, I realised how small. I'd fucking missed! In my stoned state, the only proper thing to do was wave a "hello" at myself and return to the wasteland I had just travelled, in search of at least a nipple to reward my efforts.
She turned out to have not much more than a pair of large nipples growing off of a flat chest. Needless to say, a couple weeks later when she decided "we'd quit partying," things came to an abrupt hault between us.
(Ben The Rat is taking over the world, Thu 6 May 2010, 18:19, 1 reply)

Wave "hello" at myself!
Made me laugh lots. Click
( Blind Meach Cautiously optimistic, Fri 7 May 2010, 9:25, closed)