Thank god she was wearing her black lacy lingerie. She had no idea why she’d chosen it over her usual preference of a comfy cotton set but thankfully she had. As her top skimmed up over her bra she heard his quick indrawn breath and said another thank-you in her head. She dropped her shirt off the side and looked at him. He was eyeing her chest with awe. She might be the shortest of her friends but she was also the most well-endowed. She was a full D-cup and the lacy demi-bra she had on barely covered her tight nipples. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered and she almost laughed, wondering if he meant all of her or just the part he was focusing on at the moment. “All of you,” he said meeting her eyes. Whoops, she needed to quit talking to herself outside her head. “But I can honestly say I’ve never seen breasts as amazing as yours.” She didn’t care if it was a lie or not. It was Jack and he was talking about her breasts. She reached for the button on her skirt and he stilled her with a hand over hers.
