Only five minutes to spare and I shook with anticipation. My mouth watered. My thighs trembled. Desperation had finally driven me to accept my friend Tim’s urgings to go out with one of his college buddies. Blind dates weren’t my thing, especially now I was a single mom, but my nightly sex dreams were making me antsy. My urges more erotic. I hadn’t touched a man in a year and lately, that dry spell wasn’t so dry. I swear I walked around wet and horny. And not just wet panties, either. My bra got in on that action. My red shirt didn’t close all the way. I tugged on it and buttoned from the bottom. My boobs were so big the thing didn’t want to close. Already my milk leaked, soaking my bra and running down my stomach. With a tug, the fleshy globes squished together and I worked the button into its hole. It popped off and flew across the room. “To hell with it then.” I stared down my body. I had curves in all the right places, a bit extra on top, and it all showed—defiant and completely unapologetic for bursting out of my clothes.
