So back in college I met a girl who happened to have two of the same classes as I did. And this girl, or should I say young woman had a great body, a great personality and a fantastic rack! She and I went to high school in the same school district and kind of bonded over that. Naturally after a while I developed a bit of a crush on her. And she didn't seem to be too horrified by me, so I thought maybe I could muster some courage and ask her out or something. I mean, I never took notes in class, I'm not sure I even paid attention, I'd just sneak peeks of her ample knockers when I could. Oh and guys, she loved wearing tight sweaters. (wink wink) But once she missed class and I actually took notes that day because I knew she'd come to me when she got back. You see? I was thinking. Using my head for something other than growing hair out of. So anyways we were in class one day and I was scratching my arm and she noticed my tattoo. And she asks, "Cool, you have a tattoo? Can I see it?" I'm like "Well, heck yeah!" So I'm all proud of myself as I'm showing it to her. In my head I'm thinking "yes I'm in!" As she's checking it out she says, "My boyfriend just got one with a rose on it because that's my middle name". And that was it. All hopes and dreams (but not fantasies ha ha) were extinguished like a 13 year old's cigarette trying not to get caught by his parents. I don't even know what she said after that. I stopped listening. I knew her for like 2 months and she never mentioned a boyfriend. Where the fuck did he come from?! So yeah, I stopped listening. I was sending those boobies a fond farewell in my mind. And it's not like I was just trying to "bang" her or anything. I was genuinely interested in her as a total package. A sincere interest. But of course I wouldn't have minded if she beat the shit out of my face and head with those giant fucking titties!
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