Mark looked nervous, upset. “What happened six years ago? Do you remember?” Mark asked.
“Well, I was pretty damn drunk at the time, but a girl remembers when she’s been royally fucked, for the first time, by a man she loves,” I said.
“Joanie, just what are you talking about?” he asked. Mark obviously knew, but he wanted it spelled out.
“There was a party, over at Alvin and Lorrie’s place. It was a Halloween party. I wore the costume of a nurse, since it was during the pandemic, and someone, I think it was Doug, arranged for me to have a little wardrobe malfunction, Janet Jackson style,” I said.
Mark was getting bigger in the crotch. “What happened, more explicitly, if you remember?”
“Well, at some point I was dancing to some hard rock on top of Doug’s coffee table. The top of my outfit closed with Velcro and it somehow fell away, and since my boobs were small before I had Hazel, I was braless, so what anyone looking at me saw, was my naked boobs,” I said.
“And then what?”
“Well, all the men started cheering me, which confused me, since in my drunken state I didn’t even realize I was dancing topless. You, being my best friend and all, tried to save me from this humiliation and told me to stop, but I was having fun and wouldn’t hear of it,” I continued.
“I bet I know what I did,” he said.
“You remember?” I asked.
“No, my memory is a blank. But if I know myself, I would have gotten on the table with you, and tried to help you to cover your boobs,” he said. “I would have hugged you.”
“You sure you don’t remember? Because that’s exactly what you did. It backfired, though,” I said.
“Really? How so?”
“Well, your friend Doug had booby trapped my nursing skirt, as well, and in our little struggle, my skirt came off, too. Then there I was, dressed in panties only, dancing on a table top! I finally realized my state, was horrified, and began to scream, over the cheers of our male friends, and some of our female friends, as well. Cell phone pictures were taken, and a lot of them. My partial, near total, nudity was the talk of the party.”
“What did you do then?”
“I screamed and cried, and I let you spirit me off to a bedroom to recover from my shame and humiliation. I was upset,” I said.
“I’ll bet you were!” Mark said. He added, “Did I try to comfort you?”
“Yes, and you were good at it. You held me, stroked my hair, said comforting words, and then we kissed. You kissed me so well, and you were there for me so brilliantly, that I melted my near naked body into your arms. We made out, and your fingers, and then your mouth, went to my nipple, and next your fingers went to my pussy. It was a spectacular, comforting seduction, and I was yours for the taking,” I said.
“And?” he asked.
“And what?” I countered.
“Did I take you?”
“You really don’t remember? Really and truly you don’t remember?”
“Sorry, but no, I don’t.”
“Yes, you took me, beautifully. I had two orgasms and screamed them out to the world. You didn’t use protection, but I was too drunk and upset to notice or care. Your drunken, comforting, effective seduction gave me the greatest gift anyone could give anyone,” I said, and at that point Hazel cried out. She was right on cue as it was time for her feeding. I let Mark figure out, all by himself, what the greatest gift was. Hazel surely knew. She’s probably the only person on Earth just then who liked my boobs more than Mark.
**
I got my figure back relatively quickly after I gave birth, and I was once again every man’s secret object of desire. Every man, that is, except the one man I wanted to desire me. I knew I couldn’t simply throw myself at him; those tactics wouldn’t work with Mark. He might have even ended up laughing at me!