Without diving too far into my medical history, I have a scar right under my boob. It's why you'll never see pictures of me on my back. But it's important information for this very hot story, so let's not be weird about it ok??

Anyway. About six weeks after I got stitches, my friend Alex came over for lunch. My husband was working. It was just us in the house. We were talking like normal about jobs and families and gossip, because he is genuinely one of my best friends.

And then the conversation turned to my stitches.

"So, are you healing OK?" he asked.

"Yeah it's looking good!"

He paused before asking, "Do you have like... Stitch marks?"

"Stitch marks?"

"Like... You know. A Jack Skellington mouth situation."

I laughed. "Does my tit look like Jack Skellington's MOUTH? No, dude. It's just... A line."

I asked if he'd ever seen stitches before and he said, "well, not really I don't think?"

And then the energy shifted.

Because here's the thing: Alex has already seen my tits. It's been almost a decade, but we used to be fuck buddies. And we're very well behaved, but it's not like we suddenly stopped finding each other attractive.

So in the silence that followed, I knew we were thinking the same thing: would it be so bad if I showed him? If it was any other cool scar I'd have already showed him, and we're friends, and.... Okay, I wanted to show him my tits.

So I broke the silence: "I.... Could show you."

I think he forgot how to speak. He stuttered a little and I lost some of my nerve.

"I mean. I won't whip them out or anything." This was me backtracking. I really wanted to whip them out. "But you could see it if I pull my shirt down far enough. If you want."

He looked at me cautiously. "You don't have to. But... I'm not gonna say no to that."

So I got up off my side of the couch, walked over to him, bent over, and pulled my shirt down to my sternum and to the side, exposing a good portion of my right boob so he could see the long scar beneath it.

I didn't dare look at him while my tits were in his face.

He made a comment like, "Oh, that looks way better than I was imagining." In retrospect, I am not sure if he meant the scar or the visual of my boobs 6 inches from his face.

Alex and I have been through a lot together, and I can only recall a handful of awkward silences in all the years I've known him. But neither as I sat back down on my end of the couch, neither of us knew how to proceed. I realized I was blushing. And once I got the nerve to look at him, I realized he was staring directly at my chest.

"What?!" I asked.

He kept staring.

"WHAT?!" I was beet red by this point.

Without removing his eyes from my tits, he said, "There's been... a change."

I looked down to find that my nipples had betrayed me. They were standing at full attention, poking through my shirt and sports bra to form stiff, noticeable peaks. My body had given my me away. He knew exactly how turned on I was by exposing myself like that.

And he still wasn't looking away.

I started rambling, turning redder with every word. "I... Can't help it! They have a mind of their own! I'm right under the air conditioner over here!"

He grinned. "Mmhmm."

It was supremely unfair. I'm so used to making comments and looking hot to make HIM uncomfortable, but here I was fumbling through every sentence while he undressed me with his eyes.

We tried to change the subject but all I could think about was him undressing me for real.

The tension grew thicker. I wanted to get naked for him right there in my living room and let his eyes, his hands, his mouth, wander wherever they wanted.

I wanted to feel his hands on me, for him to explore my body, to pleasure it. I was thinking of the time we had spent together years ago and how I knew he could make me feel with his tongue between my legs. I was wondering how he'd feel about me topless on my knees in front of him- and if that was the kind of view he was imagining, too.

And then- because this is real life and not a porno- he left. He went home to his wife. We added to the stockpile of sexual tension we've been building up for a decade.

And I've been thinking extra hard about ways to expose myself to him ever since.