![]() I was only 18 at the time, and even then, in a high school daze of dolphin-chested, pubescent boys, it struck me as unnecessary and bizarre. The feeling of his shaved chest just about ruined the evening for me, even after he put on a condom, took my panties off, and proceeded to do that jackrabbit thing that, apparently, feels good for guys. I reached around and unhooked my bra and told him, “Yes, yes I do.” ![]() There’s only one way to lie to a man-and that’s with your tits out. “Oh yeah,” I said, “Do you do that often?” I don’t think he noticed my dismay as he continued to kiss my neck. ![]() “I shaved my chest,” he said quite proudly. I tried not to express my disappointment as we kissed and dry humped, but as I ran my hands across his chest, it felt strange and coarse.
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