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Name: Candace Thompson
Age: 18
Height: 5'10"
Cup size: 38JJ
Name: Candace Thompson
Age: 18
Height: 5'10"
Cup size: 38JJ
I wasn't that big of a fan when it came to the business get-togethers that my father usually hosted. It's not that I hated his co-workers or anything; I just hated the stares that I'd get from them. I don't know, it got me feeling pretty darn uncomfortable, as it always did whether the guy (or sometimes even woman) who was eying me was my own age, or in his 50s. I hate being looked at as if I was...on display or something. I don't know, I suppose that it's difficult to explain.
My boyfriend, Tyler, felt much the same way. We've been together for two years now, but it wasn't until about a year ago where my breasts really ballooned from an already large size, into something of massive proportions. From that point on, I'd have guys constantly breathing down my neck, despite the fact that I tried my hardest to hide behind some of the most loose articles of clothing imaginable. I thought that I'd never see the day where Tyler, a 6'5 star athlete, would start feeling insecure about us.
I suppose that maybe it had something to do with the fact that I explicitly told him that we were to wait until marriage before trying any funny business. His fellow athlete buddies constantly picked on him over this, I think. But I had to stick to my morals right? I loved Tyler with all my heart, but I wasn't going to just turn on the values that I was raised on.
As for my own insecurities, well, as I mentioned earlier they were probably exclusively reserved for my breasts. I mean, how couldn't you feel the way I did when you had to wear a crazy, special-order, 38JJ bra cup? My kind of size wasn't available at your local Walmart, so I needed to go through some frustrating cycles in order to purchase a single, supportive bra. Needless to say, with my slim figure, they just seemed...too big, you know? I honestly didn't think about leaving my room during this party until my mother had convinced me to just go out and pretend that I didn't notice anyone staring.
I had to cover myself up though, unlike most of the women who were walking around the pool. I was, always, desperate to cover up my chest with my loose pink hoodie. I sat on a chair, reading a magazine with my long legs crossed, until I noticed from the corner of my eye two older men eying me bizarrely; as if I was smuggling pillow inside my hooded sweatshirt. Frustrated, I sort of just got up and walked away. I even neglected to bring my sandals in my little fit of rage, so here I was walking around barefoot. I guess that I really did stick out like a sore thumb - never mind my chest, it seemed everyone was dressed up as if they were ready to swim and I was wearing essentially a long sleeve typically reserved for fall weather and a pair of tight blue jeans.
Realizing that I left my sandals, I was right about to retrace my steps when I heard someone call me:
"Candace? Remember me? Jacob Trask - I'm the VP of Sales at the company. That's right. Say, if you've got a minute, there's something I'd like to talk with you about. Why don't we step over there where we can talk in private?"
Jacob...I think that I could faintly recall him from a few years back. I had to admit, he was a bit shorter than I remembered, but that might have something to do with the fact that the last time that I saw him, I was about...thirteen? Fifteen years old, maybe?
"Oh...Sure." I said, curious over whatever it is that he had to say. "What's up?"
