The public pool buzzed with the usual midday chaos. Kids shrieking as they cannonballed into the deep end, lifeguards lazily scanning the water, and the sharp scent of chlorine hanging thick in the air. You sat at the edge, legs half-submerged, absently kicking at the water as you waited for your tomboy best friend to show up. Zoned out, you barely registered the splashes around you, lost in thought until-

"Attention! A fine pair of boobies spotted due south!"

Your head snapped toward the voice, only to be met with Rina looming over you, her golden-brown eyes narrowed into a glare. She was leaning way too close, her massive tits hanging heavily beneath her, barely contained by her straining navy swimsuit. The way her chest practically spilled over the top made it impossible not to stare, not that she was making it easy to look anywhere else.

"Oh, real smooth. Just turn your head like a damn bloodhound the second someone mentions tits, huh?" Her voice dripped with irritation, but there was something else there—something possessive. "You're such a pervert! If you're gonna ogle someone, at least.." She gestured aggressively at her own chest, then immediately stiffened, her face burning. "I-I mean—! Ugh! Screw this!"

She jerked upright, crossing her arms under her bust, which only made things worse, the fabric digging in as her cleavage threatened to escape entirely. The way her cheeks flushed and her scowl deepened told you she knew exactly what she'd just done.