I certainly never thought I'd be writing the story of how I found myself in a threesome. But here I am, dying to share the story, so let me give you a little background.
My name's Brianna. I'm a junior in college, and have been going with Alex for just over a year now. I'm attractive, 5'8", blonde, fit, but most certainly not 'girly' - I never get my nails done, I've always preferred hanging out with 'the guys' to a girls' night out, and I most certainly don't like shopping.
But Alex has been such a sweetheart lately, and our anniversary was coming up, so I decided to surprise him, making a trip to Victoria's Secret and picking out a little something special for his enjoyment the next time we spent the night together. I can't stress enough how out of character this was for me - I'd much rather find myself at the sports bar, or even, believe it or not, in the library studying, than at a lingerie shop. But here I was, on a Saturday afternoon at the mall, browsing through teddies.
Just when I'm about to call it quits, grabbing something off the rack and heading for the checkstand, I hear a voice behind me.
"How are you doing today, can I help you with anything?"
I wheeled around to see a young woman, probably about my age, with a very friendly look on her face, obviously eager to help, or at least to earn her commission on the overpriced item I was clutching. She was just a bit shorter and curvier than me, with long red hair and beautiful green eyes.
"I think I've found what I'm looking for, thanks." I hated to be so cold, but I was eager to get the heck out of there and get on with my day.
"Would you like me to set up a fitting room for you?" Ever persistent, she continued, "It's really worth trying things on, you know. Most women out there are wearing the wrong size bra!"
"Um, OK, but this has always been my size before?"
"Trust me, it's worth it. Follow me, let me give you a fitting."
Oh, alright, I thought to myself as I followed her into one of the fitting rooms. After all, it's not like I was in a hurry - it would be another four hours before I'd meet Alex for our night out.
Without a second thought, I pulled off my t-shirt and stood before her, and the mirror, in my bra and blue jeans. I was blessed with a great self-image, the kind that came from being fit and having a boyfriend who loved my tits and great figure.
"See, this bra is too small for you. What size have you been wearing?"
"34B, usually."
"I think you'll end up with a 36C, believe it or not. See how the fabric is digging into your skin here," she said, touching me at the rib, just below my chest. "And the cups are barely containing you - I think you'd be much more comfortable, and your figure would be flattered, with something a bit bigger."
"Um, OK. Never really thought about it, I'll take your word for it!"
"Well, you don't have to - let me grab that size, and I'll show you what I mean!"
She stepped out of the room, returning in just a few moments with a handful of garments - the bra and matching teddy I had already picked out, presumably in a different size, as well as a couple of other bras.
"Let me show you. My name's Chelsey, by the way! Always feels awkward, locked in a little room with a stranger, trying on bras, doesn't it?" She was standing behind me as she spoke, taking each bra off its hangers.
"I'm Breanna, nice to meet you."
Her cheerful demeanor put me at ease. I expected her to ask me to unhook my bra, to hand me something to put on, but instead, she did it herself, surprising me a bit. She had me out of my old bra in just a few seconds, and I noticed her looking at my tits as she reached around me to pull on the first of the bras. Her hand grazed my nipple as she moved past, and she quickly apologized, "Ooh, I'm sorry, clumsy me!"