Cathy lifted her tits with her hands and turning first to her left and then her right, called out to those around her, “How do you like my tits?” ...Murmurs of appreciation filled the air, at least as much as the band’s speakers allowed. She tried to start up a conversation with a couple teenage girls; one kissed and touched her breasts only to melt into the crowd moments later. The other girl was obviously underage and offered Cathy a drag on the joint she was waving around as if it were a baton.. "Relax David! You know this." She pulled me gently against her - so that her petite soft body seemed to mold against my own from my knees up to my chest.Without meaning too, I took notice of the soft pillows of her bosom as it pressed into my sternum. Did we really have to dance so close?The music played on and she looked at me expectantly, to start dancing. As she had taught me over the last days, my feet began to move in a classic waltz, she seemingly effortlessly gliding before and against. "Hello?!? What is this?" I asked"This is how I am going to get past my hurt feelings. So...we can either live out the rest of our lives like it has been for the past two weeks or you can let me get my feelings out for the next twenty minutes."I was speechless. I was confused and still half asleep. I desperately wanted to get past my drunken mistake. I did not respond. Her hands grabbed me on either side of my waist and began to roll me over. I was starting to wake up. I resisted."You are. Small perky breasts, slim waist with a slightly larger than normal but beautifully round ass. Just like I like them. She had blond hair and an olive complexion with a sweet smile. She was so sweet and fun that my first nervousness was soon gone and we were actually laughing and talking like we were old friends on a lunch date instead of like a nurse manipulating my penis, scrotum and butt cheeks in one hand while shooting them with a laser in her other hand. After the 5th session, she didn’t.