“Here,” she said as she lifted me into the air, “I’ll take you the rest of the way! But one question first: top, or bottom?”
“Top?” I said, not yet realizing what she meant.
“Fine,” she said, “suit yourself…”
I immediately felt like an idiot. Top and bottom meant her bra and her panties. I was about to be sandwiched between two breasts that were bigger than my car, and probably heavier.
“Hey Briana,” I said, “I’m not sure if that’s such a good idea...”
“Not a good idea? What’s wrong, do you not like my breasts?”
“No, of course I do, it’s just that--”