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I don't know if this falls under the original idea from the OP but here goes. I met this girl while I was in college and I'll admit it here, I fell HARD for her. I was dating a girl at the time, but after she broke up with me I went for her. She was everything I wanted in a woman; beautiful, smart, funny, and wild as hell (I like that to a point). We became friends after we realized we had alot in common and lived in the same apt complex. She was the exact opposite in relationships as I was, I liked to date monogamously and she wanted nothing to do with dating anyone (though she would go out on dates every once in a while). After 6 months of being friends or so, one day we started watching Fight Club (one of our favorite movies) while cuddling on couch. When the tyler/marla sex scene came on I made my move. We messed around and I ended up getting used in a way I never knew possible. I got her off with my hand and she stood up and said, "That was fun, but I got a date in an hour and I'm hungry." Even after that we ended up fucking and two days afterwards she asked me if I had slept with this girl we both knew. I had a few weeks before and told her the truth. She went off on me, as she hated this girl and thought she was full of STDs. I tried to defend myself but failed and we hardly spoke after that. I hated the fact that I slept with the other girl and wished I could have not done it, but didn't know the girl I wanted accually would have sex with me. We saw each other at times, but there was nothing there.
I still think about her to this day.
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In my own personal experience---this is just anecdotal, mind you---I have found that there is always room to be found between boobs.
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