Okay, apparently the sex story from the other day was somewhat popular.  So I went out on the internet digging around and found this bra story on a sorority website.  Enjoy, and shoot me an email if it gives you a woodrow:

Okay Sorority Sisters, here is my bra story.

I was one of the unfortunate few that had to take the two hour Botany Lab 1 as a first semester freshman.  I remember the first few weeks of that semester as being really really hot and miserable here on our beautiful campus!

Our lab group was made up of about 35 students, then we had Sanderson as the TA, and Jodkins was our Professor.  As you all know, Sanderson so far up Jodkins’ ass it’s not even funny.  If you want to never get your degree, piss Sanderson off and you automatically piss Jodkins off, and that’s the end of your student career.

Anyway, Sanderson had us out studying some little plant one hot day, and it was almost too stifling to flirt with Jason Eubanks (yes, that Jason!) who was not only in our lab group, but was my lab partner.  Notice I said “almost”.

Whatever plant it was we were looking at had these little tiny prickly seeds.  We could probably ask Steph and she would spout off the correct Latin name and tell us exactly what genus it belongs to.  Steph, you are a nerd!
In a fit of flirting frenzies, I broke a stem off the plant and stuck it in Jason’s ear in a rather annoying manner.  We were laughing and cutting up, but trying to do so quietly so we didn’t tick off the Sanderson the TA god.

Jason was sly enough to catch me when I was concentrating on class (we all know how rare that is), and he jammed one of these plants right down my shirt.  We went back into the classroom shortly afterwards, and it wasn’t long before my boobs really started itching.  I tried to ignore it or play it off, but wow they were driving me crazy, and it’s hard to scratch your C-cup boobs discreetly in the middle of a classroom with a hottie like Jason sitting beside you.  So off to the bathroom I go.

When I got in the bathroom, I locked myself in a stall and took my shirt off, took my bra off, and checked things out.  I had prickly little seeds from that plant in my bra and sort of stuck to my sweaty boobs, and that was what was itching me like crazy.  I took a wet paper towel and tried to scrub my boobs a little bit to get those seeds off of there.  I’m glad nobody came into the bathroom to find me standing there half naked rubbing my boobs with a paper towel! I folded my bra up and hid it in the back pocket of my jeans, put my shirt back on, and went back to class.

After class, I had to go to work.  As many of you know, I used to work as a waitress at Olive Garden.  And you guessed it, I had no time to change or stop by my dorm room, so I had to go to work braless.

There’s just something about wiggling and jiggling your C-cup boobs all over a restaurant for four hours!  Actually, because of the “freedom” of going braless, I was very aware of my boobs and slightly turned on.  You guys know what a hornball I am!

My manager at Olive Garden was this slimeball that I had made the mistake of giving the time of day to a few months earlier (in other words, we had made out behind the restaurant by the trash dumpster).  I think he knew I didn’t have a bra on the very minute I stepped foot in the place that night.  I had kind of a dressy blouse on, and part of the time I was wearing one of those smocks, so you would think he would have a hard time spotting my swaying boobs.  But I guess he has sharp eyes, and I guess I’m a little too busty to hide this beautiful rack when they are untethered!

At any rate, when we were closed and cleaning up, here he comes turning on the slimeball charm and trying to invite himself over to my dorm after work.  I think my resolve was a little weak that night, and maybe I was a little turned on by running around braless for hours.  Or maybe it was the fact that Jason and I had been flirting all during lab class.  Either way, we ended up in the stock room making out.  Go ahead, call me a slut!

Within 30 seconds of locking lips with me, he had his hand in my shirt and he was whispering in my ear about not having a bra on, and asking me if I had panties on, and was I wet for him, etc.  Of course, being the prim and proper young lady that I am (excuse my while I belch, BRAAACKKK!), I got him off of me, and smoothed down my hair, and rebottoned my blouse, and excused myself.

I ended up having to quit that job because from then on my manger thought I was a total slut.  All of this because I took my bra off and went to work braless!

So there’s my bra story.  Top that!