Your mind races as your friend stands in the doorway eyeing you with a mix of lust and bemusement. You clear your throat and launch into your story. You hold nothing back describing your experience in forensic detail hoping to win him over through sheer weight of conviction. You watch his face as you talk hoping to catch some flicker of recognition the slightest sign that he might believe you instead he hardly seems to hear you nodding absently an openly starring at your legs until you feel so self-conscious you try to tug at the bottom of your shirt in a vain attempt to cover your-self but only succeeding in drawing his attention to your breasts and obviously erect nipples.
Finally you lose your temper breaking of your story.
“Damn it Steve!” You yell hating how shrill your voice sounds.” Do you even hear me? I’m trying to tell you something incredible here and all you want to do is stare at my tits!”
This outburst gets his attention “Sorry lady I’m sure it’s a great story but I just ain’t buying. What’s the deal, John put you up to this?”
Seeing his blank disbelief you slump on the sofa back where you started feeling utterly dejected.
“Hey. Why so blue pretty lady?” Steve says sliding in next to you.