She smiled, an almost embarrassed smile. “Yeah, but they can never be too big!” she responded.

“Yeah, they can, any bigger than mine and they just look like comedy boobs!” said Jess. “Should we go and see what’s on tele?”  

We walked in and all sat on the couch, me on the end, Jess in the middle, Tash on the other end.  We flicked through the stations and started watching Lee Evans (a British comedian).

“So, where's this boob job thing come from?” I asked.  

“Err; I just thought they would look better.”  

“But Jess's look so much better than mine, they're just there all the time!”  She reached out and jokily squeezed Jess's right tit.  

“Well yours are hardly drooping,” I said, looking at her chest.  

Her dress was cut quite low and from where I was sat I had a great view of her cleavage.

“Yeah, but they don’t just stay there, I want them there all the time.” She put her hands out in front of her chest. “I want them there, just sticking out; David always stared at yours you know Jess.”  

“Yeah, it was obvious that he fancied you, I could tell, sorry Andy.”  

“That’s ok, I don’t mind, every man in the world must fancy her, she’s fit as fuck!”

Jess squeezed my thigh.  “Aww thanks babe. I'm going to get a refill, give me your glass Tash, do you want another beer?”  

I nodded and she went into the kitchen.

I sat there, looking at Natasha from the corner of my eye, looking at her legs- she has great legs. She had her right leg crossed over her left which gave me a great view of her thigh as her dress had ridden up slightly.

“So have you seen him since you split up?”  

“No, he rang me the other day, saying he was sorry how it had turned out, that we could still be friends, all that shit.”  

“You don’t want that then?”  

“Do I fuck!  After what he did to me with that fat slag, I never want to see him again!”

“Fair enough, I don’t get why he left you for her though, she’s nothing compared to you.”

“He left cos I found out about it, otherwise he'd still be fucking her behind my back!”

Jess walked back in. “Why are you upsetting her?”  

“I'm not, we were just talking.”  

“He wasn’t Jess, he was being really nice.”

“Not too nice I hope,” Jess said as she handed me my beer. “Let’s see what else is on.”  

We spent the next hour or so flicking, watching shite and drinking. We went into the kitchen for a cig and I saw both Jess and Tash staggering a bit.  My mind started to work overtime, picturing the two of them together, them both going down on me, all sorts of filthy stuff.

As talking about Natasha's boobs had turned me on, I brought it up again.  “Anyway, Jess was in pain for about 6 months after she had hers done.”  

“I know, but it’s worth it, you look perfect. I'm not saying I want them huge, just nice and round and pert.”  

“Honestly, they look great to me,” I said as I took a drag.

“Not that you're looking though babe,” Jess said.