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 ï>¿My first experience... By BNT

   Hi all,

   I just stumbled upon this story forum, and I have to say, I'm impressed.
I just somewhat recently became into being a little public with my body, so
I'd like to post a true story about the first time I was ever...  exposed
at all.  It's not nearly as bad as some of the ones I've read, but for me
it was a HUGE deal.

   First, a little background on myself.  I'm 5'6", light blonde hair about
shoulder-length, and very fair-skinned.  And 32C, if you're wondering about
that.  And most importantly, I was completely shy and innocent.  I had one
boyfriend (the one at the itme of this story), and we'd only kissed.  He'd
never seen me in less than a one-piece bathing suit.

   So, it started during my sophomore year of college.  I was 19.  That was
the year I joined a sorority.  My boyfriend at the time warned me that I
might have to step outside my comfort zone.  Everything was fine and dandy
until Halloween rolled around, and I mentioned the fact that I wasn't sure
about a costume.

   My sisters took care of that -- they made me a baseball player.  On its
own, it was probably the most scandalous outfit I've ever worn: the skirt
was a good two inches shorter than any other I owned and was paired with
knee-high white socks and sneakers.  The top was the bigger thing, though.
It was a friend's who was notably less busty than me, so it was already
tight, and it had a zipper all the way down the front, from
more-than-decent as far as cleavage goes all the way to my waist.  What's
more, it was too tight to comfortable wear a bra with.

   We went to a fraternity Halloween party, and I was nervous at showing so
much skin, but excited at the same time.  I kept pulling the zipper up, to
about midway down my chest (high enough where no cleavage was visible), but
my sorority sisters kept seeing me and insisting I unzip it a bit.  I did
start to notice guys staring more when I showed a bit more, so finally I
relented.  I left the zipper about halfway between either nipple -- showing
plenty of cleavage, but not indecent.

   I was talking to a couple cute guys when one of my sisters strolled
between us and yanked on the zipper -- she pulled it halfway down my
stomach.  Instinctively I reached to cover myself, but she hollered back,
"Leave it there!" and for some reason, I did.  It didn't show THAT much
much of my boobs themselves, it just showed more of my center body.

   The guys I was talking to couldn't take their eyes of my cleavage, but
the conversation died off and I went to talk with my sisters.  I told one
of them that one of the guys was kinda cute, and I wanted to get his
attention more.  She responded my unzipping my top all the way to the
bottom and letting it fall apart.  I shrieked and covered myself again, but
she insisted this would work, so finally, reluctantly, showing skin from my
neck to my waist down a two-inch slice of the middle of my torso, I went
back to talk to him.

   I was initially impressed -- he kept eye contact for the first several
minutes, but eventually I noticed him staring lower, almost exclusively. 
After about five minutes of that, I looked down and realized why: one of my
sisters was standing behind me, gently pulling my top apart, revealing my
breasts to him and anyone else.  I shrieked and pulled it closed and
screamed at her, and she ran off, but then the guy interjected, "You have
nothing to be ashamed of.  They're fantastic." I was surprised at how
heartfelt I took the compliment -- I would've thought I'd be offended, but
I was legitimately touched.

   So, somehwat instinctively, I opened my top again and let him check 'em
out for a few more seconds.  I turned so red.  For the first few seconds I
felt like I was having an out-of-body experience, and then finally I
realzied: I'm standing here, in the middle of a crowded party, showing my
previously-unseen boobs to a guy whose name I don't even know.  Suddenly
overcome with embarassment, I ran out of the party -- but the entire way
home, I left my top open, enjoying the breeze on my bare bosom.  It wasn't
until later that I realized I'd ran a half mile basically topless.

   When I got home, I immediately got on my webcam with my boyfriend, who
was long-distance.  I left my top open (and eventually took it totally off)
and told him what had happened.  He was extremely turned on, which at the
time was relieving that he wasn't mad at me, but in retrospect was
disheartening that he didn't mind that some other guy had seen me topless.
That was the beginning of the end -- I dumped him a couple months later,
and since then, my tendency to, uh, show off has grown.  But that's a story
for another time :)