Dancing Braless

James stepped into the downstairs bathroom and closed the door, still clutching his jack and coke. He took a sip from glass and looked at his reflection.
"Gawd? Am I blushing?" He said looking at the high school girl's reflection that was looking back at him.
Reluctantly he pulled the tight red top over his head, then unclasped the bra that he wore and then began to realize that 'she' had probably just made a mistake.
"Why did Becky have to give me such huge boobs?"
He pulled the tight red top back on, which gave him a little support, but nowhere near what he had before. James grimaced when he saw that his nipples were straining against the fabric of the top he wore and he realized they ached strangely.
"Great." James sighed as he opened the door and walked back out to the living room. "One bra, good for a thousand points!" James said tossing it the pile of clothes that lay on the couch.
"That was the deal." Trish said with a knowing smile. "So was it cold in there?"
James felt himself blush further and couldn't help bring his arms up to cover his nipples in embarrassment, but then he crinkled his nose at the boy he thought was Dwayne.
"Are you ready to lose?" James said defiantly.
"Give it your best shot." Trish said with a smirk.
James took a last sip from his drink and began to dance. As the song continued he was regretting giving up his bra more and more, but Trish just sat back and watched the show and smiled. At first she thought she would have to stop herself from laughing out loud, but the more she watched the girl that James now was, the more 'turned on' she felt herself becoming. Trish stared at James' breasts as they bounced madly, almost of there own accord. Finally James gave up and grabbed them, one in each hand to maintain some type of control over them, which seemed to help a little. Trish was going to say that was cheating, but she couldn't help but look at the cute, determined look on James' face, the way that his golden brown hair tossed wildly about as he played the game. Trish had never in her life seen anything so sensual and sexy.
James was panting and his hair kept flicking in front of his eyes and when it did he would have to let go of one of his madly bouncing breasts to brush it out of his eyes, then he would put his hand back for support, never loosing a step as he danced.
Finally the song came to an end and James and Trish looked at the score