I said okay, you look more beautiful in the light. I never did it before but I was flirting with a stranger so quickly. She smiled and I said nice smi...le and then she asked me if she can walk with me. I can’t say no so I said yes. We kept on walking for a while and sat in a park on bench chatting went on a while when she asked if I had an extra smoke no wonder why she would talk to a stranger like that. I said yeah I got some. I kept on smoking weed and she was smoking plain cigarette. She said. Kennedy was older than us by 2 years, being a junior when we were freshman, and throughout high school I pretty much was a like big brother to Kennedy. When she graduated, she went to the state's college which was down the street from Chris' house. I didn't see her as much since she was at school, but I didn't mind it, since I was hanging out with my best friend Chris. So a week after my 18th birthday, I was walking to Chris' as normal, which had pretty much been my daily routine since 7th. As the delicate lace slid off her chest, he stared at her globes, hanging just in front of him. In just a moment he was overcome with his wantonness’ and, with his mouth open, he lunged forward. One hand went to each of her tits, holding them tight, teasing their nipples. His mouth went first to one, then to the other, gently tonguing her, sucking on her breasts, nibbling on them. After licking her buds, he would softly caress them with his lips, blowing on them, hoping he was turning her on. I was the magnet of the boys, mostly immature...admiring me and a few other girls from afar...I was lucky...my breasts were easily the nicest at school...it was a silent thing we all knew...mine were the best and the others were trying to catch up.What breasts meant we weren't sure but we were sure they meant something n.i.c.e. Breasts were the key to a boy's heart, and his dick, and being popular and then, each day, school was out and we were all on our way home...one guy sort of tagged.