I coughed violently, trying to ignore the area below her neck. "Fine, fine, good to see you, didn't know you'd be here!"
"Yeah, my grade--"
"Great! Well, I'm going to see Tim!" I dog paddled off trying to think of a logical explanation for what I'd seen. Sage had breasts.
Now, from the age of about eleven, every straight guy cannot stop thinking about boobs. Dirty magazines, porno movies, swimsuit catalogs, women's health pamphlets...We drool over whatever we can get our hands on. A lucky few get their hands on the real thing. Sage had the real thing.