[OppaiOppai]

Story is set in the early 2000s

"I wonder what I should wear? ", Rachel wondered out loud as she looked into her closet in her dorm room. It was a Saturday night and she was planning to go paint the town red with her friends.

Rachel was in her 20s and studying in a local university. Sporting luscious shoulderlength hair with jet-black tresses that tumbled across her shoulders. She had a unique Pan-Asian look with sharp features on her dole like face: lush eyebrows which are like floral arches over a pair of hazel-black eyes that sparkled and were mesmerising to stare into. A cute button like nose adorned her face with a high ridge that sat in the middle of her lovely face, flanked with dimple cheeks on each side. Her lips were delicate yet plump as well as womanly which gave the most amazing and seductive smile ever. A smile that could melt any man's heart or make him do anything for her.

She looked at herself and admired her reflection in the mirror. Her skin was like porcelain: smooth, milky-white and supple. Her legs were willowy and slender, a result of her many hours of running that showed as anyone could see she had a lithe and athletic frame and yet despite her slenderness, she was blessed with feminine curves that accentuated her sensuality.

Adorned on her chest were perfect pear shaped D cup breasts that looked slightly disproportionate on her petite slender frame. Like pink-frosted snow capped mountains, they rise gloriously from her chest. Her nipples were erect, with aureoles puffy with a pinkish hue from the warm bath she just had. In contrast to her slender frame, her breasts were eye-popping big and they filled up her dresses and bras. They were pert, taut but soft like Arabian pillows in a sultan's palace. They were the alluring highlights of her young sexy body and were the objects of men's gaze as they encounter her as she walks by them after her beautiful face catches their attention. If there was ever was an Asian avatar of the goddess Aphrodite, she would be it: Innocent and angelic but underneath that well-crafted image hid a devilish body with a cheekiness to boot.

A short buzz woke her up from her daydream as her Nokia phone vibrated on her dressing table. She picked it up and saw the SMS message: "What time should I pick u up?"

It was her Friend Alan whom she has known since before her university days. Alan has been a close and constant confidante of hers and have been one of if not the sweetest guy she has ever known. However, despite his sweetness and care towards her, she was never drawn nor attracted to him and treated him more like a Brother more than anything else. These feelings were however (and to Alan's dismay) not mutual.