>Remember this big titty girl from high school
>She was also a class clown
>I knew her and she always clowned on me and stuff
>One day, she noticed me staring at her chest
>She says "Aight, I'll let you touch but I get to slap you as hard as I can"
>I'm nervous but try to go with ti and say "What if I squeeze with BOTH hands?"
>She replies and says "Then I punch you as hard as I can, that's fair right?"
>I make the deal
>I gave her chest a hard squeeze, it was so soft and wonderful
>So after that she grins then punches my face
>My nose bleed with a busted lip
>She asks if I'm okay then helps me clean myself
>She then says "Man, I would've actually let you touch under my shirt with my bra on, you could've asked, oh well" then leaves
Til this day I hate myself for not asking because I wanted to actually ask that. Every fucking moment, but did I still do good? I had to lie to my mom that I fell when she saw my face but whatever