God, her tits were huge.

Huge and round and real. My idea of perfection. I saw her and my heart leapt. She was tall and blonde and at the bar with her friends. Her breasts were hard to ignore, which meant she was very popular with the guys trying to hook up for the night.

I took a deep breath and hoped I had the ability to stand out from the crowd — and convey my admiration without sounding like an asshole.

As I ordered a drink at the bar, I overheard that the blonde’s name was Jenny and she was celebrating a promotion.

I turned after a moment and raised my glass. “Congratulations,” I said softly.

She smiled. Her face lit up, actually. After so many guys trying their one-liners and offering her drinks, a simple congrats seemed welcome.

I let the... Read More