Fatal Seduction

I was just becoming a young man. I used to love to rough-house with my girlfriend; but I noticed that our romance and moments together were becoming much more gentle. One day she brought up the subject. " Larry?" she asked. "Yes?" I replied.  "I, um, do you think I'm pretty?" I pondered this for a long while and then I looked up with much love and romance into her face to attempt to discern what she was really trying to ask me. "I think you're very pretty, Eve." She continued, "Um, what do you think about my figure?"       
            I felt that was permission from her for me to take a look at her in a way I didn't often do up to that point (out of courtesy, and embarrassment about my feelings of her). So, I started looking at her up and down slowly, scrunching my face in an expression of serious appraisal. I had to admit that I love looking at all of her. Her hips were starting to fill out romantically. Her legs were slim, romantic and athletic. She was growing a little taller which made her posture much more erect and that made how she carried herself more attractive. "I think you have a great and lovely figure."

"NO no, silly. Look at my chest! What do you think?" She wasn't wearing a bra under her shirt….