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The first time she noticed anything Heather had just been amused. She didn't know about Cole's ex yet, who she was and what she looked like. Heather and Cole had been dating for a while and that day was the first time he took her to his place. They had been sleeping together already at her place and their relationship had reached that endorphin-rich state where they felt like butterflies were going wild inside them and they couldn't spent more than a minute without kissing each other. On that particular day they were on their way to Heather's place as usual, when she suddenly turned to him and said: "How about we go to your place tonight?" What a normal thing to suggest, wasn't it? At this point of their burgeoning love it was actually surprising, that they hadn't been at his place already.
Cole's apartment was huge, very modern and pretty tidy for a single young man. It looked like a model condo from an architecture brochure, with Scandinavian style furniture and few decorative elements thoughtfully placed in different corners of the rooms. Heather was impressed but also bewildered by this first impression. Usually a guys apartment was like an open book and could tell you a lot about him, but this here felt like entering a hotel room. Sure, this place showed clearly that Cole was successful at his job, that he had money, maybe even good taste – if he selected the furniture himself, that is. Maybe Cole had help of an interior designer? While she wandered around looking for hints of Cole's personality, Cole went to the kitchen to get them a drink. He had been bragging about his Caipirinhas during their dinner.
Heather reached a door and peeked inside. It was the bedroom. There was a giant black king size bed in the middle and an impressively big wardrobe on the left, opposite to the large glass wall with a door that led to a spacious balcony. Cole's apartment was located on a hill in the outskirts of the city and from the bedroom window Heather could see the valley glittering with the city lights. Left and right from the bed were cubes that were supposed to serve as nightstands. The bedside lamps were so abstract it was hard to recognize them as such.
This place was just as clean and minimalist as the rest of the apartment. And maybe that's why the only decorative element in the room attracted so much attention. On the wall above the bed was something that reminded Heather of the deer antlers and other hunting trophies her dad had hanging on the wall of his hunting cabin in the woods. The longer she looked at it, it became more obvious that that was what this strange object was trying to mimic - a hunting trophy. Just instead of antlers it was... a bra?! Screwed on through its center part onto a black piece of wood, was a huge white lace bra. The straps and the band had been reinforced with wire and had been bent forward to make them look like antlers, while the cups gave the impression of some sort of skull. Although it was a really weird thing to find on a wall, it was aesthetically so well done that it looked almost artsy. If it weren't for the enormous size of the bra, especially the huge cups gave it away, Heather would have thought the bra was real. So she just chuckled at this unusual but witty idea and silently left the bedroom before Cole would catch her snooping around.
Back in the living room she looked through the bookshelves and checked the titles of the books – lot's of interior design and architecture books. She found an old family picture in a white minimalist frame, she recognized Cole's face in an older man, who was probably his dad. There was a green plant in the corner, adding a little color to the otherwise entirely black and white room. An enormous flatscreen TV was hanging on the wall and an impressive white sculpture was standing on a little table on the left of it.
At a closer look it seemed to be a plaster cast from a woman's torso... just that the breasts were to exaggerated in size and exposed the otherwise perfectly detailed copy of a female body as a work of artistic imagination. Those breasts are bigger than my butt, and I have a big one. At that point Heather's brain might have already connected the dots, but her consciousness didn't want anything to do with that yet. The clinking of ice cubes made her turn around and she accepted the cocktail from Cole's hand with that ingenious smile, so common on lovers faces.
Cole and Heather sat his couch and talked and laughed a lot. Something inside Heather wanted to ask him about those sculptures in the bed- and the living room, but for some reason she waved those questions away. It was when Cole left for the bathroom and she was sitting there with her empty cocktail in her hand, when she slowly got up and strolled into the kitchen. All she wanted was something to drink, of course, but that didn't keep her from snooping around a little more. The kitchen was just as minimalist and sterile as the rest of the place. Not much more to see here, than plain surfaces of wood and stainless steel. Then a picture frame caught her eye. It was lying on its face like it had been knocked over – or turned over on purpose so you wouldn't see!
As Heather flipped it to see the picture she stared into a giant pair of tits. They were covered mostly by a white wedding dress, which struggled with containing them. Following her cleavage upwards, passing the collarbones Heather discovered the face, that belonged to those massive tits. It was beautiful but not stunning, more like the next door girl kind of beauty, that would fade away in the late 30s or 40s, depending on how life would treat her. It didn't take Heather more than a second to realize that the proportions of that woman matched the ones she saw on the sculpture in the living room. And the bra in the bedroom would have very well matched the dress on this picture. Heather blinked stupidly as her eyes were drawn back to those enormous tits. She could literally feel her own breasts shrinking, but then she suddenly noticed another face next to the bride and her heart dropped into a bucket of ice.
Heathers eyes fell on a small door in the corner of the kitchen. She opened it carefully and found the pantry. Just that in this pantry she found another bizarre thing on display, aside from the usual rows of canned food, packs of pasta, bottles of vinegar and oil etc. Hanging from the low ceiling were a couple of hanging baskets filled with fresh fruit, just that the material of those baskets was... Heather had to touch it to actually believe it... it was lace. Her mouth went dry and she swallowed as she examined one of the baskets, that contained a watermelon with ease. She felt the material and found the underwire. No doubt, these hanging baskets were made out of bra cups... she inhaled as that thought hit her like a bullet. Her eyes ran up and down the straps, that had been displaced to give the cup it's new purpose. Some one, please not Cole, please not Cole, had cut the bra in half and rearranged the cups on top of each other to make a hanging basket for the pantry. She stared at this ingenious way of recycling a bra with horror, as if she had just found Ed Gein's "woman suit".
When Cole came back Heather was sitting with her empty glass on the couch again, pretending she hadn't moved since he left. But now she felt the urge to ask a few questions and the conversation wouldn't feel as light and fun as before until she got those questions out. Cole had told her once, that he had been married for some time and that his wife was gone. He had said that in a sad tone, that made her wondering what "gone" stood for, but she didn't want to dig around in risky territory. Just like back then, it didn't feel like the right moment to ask such delicate questions. "What happend to your wife?" She heard herself say out of the blue.
Cole wasn't upset about her question. He deliberately told her the whole story. How they met on the airport and shared the last taxi into town just to find out they were heading to the same job interview. They both got the job. They got engaged one year later and after 2 years they married. It was a very special kind of love, yeah, yeah, but what about her tits?!, they shared so many interests and they were starting to think of having kids. The went on lot's of amazing vacations with romantic sunsets, white beaches, glittering city lights... He would always tease her because she had such massive tits, just say it! because she had such big brown eyes that made her look like curious innocent deer - he called her Bambi. For some reason Heather remembered the scene in the Disney movie were Bambi is trying to stand on her fragile legs. With tits like that Bambi would have never gotten up.
Cole kept telling her stories and it was clear to Heather how much he had cared for Bambi, who's real name was Rachel. But not once he mentioned her tits. It drove Heather insane. "What did she look like?" she interrupted him. Cole smiled and told Heather that Rachel was a brunette. "And?" she insisted a little bit to demanding. This time Cole frowned a little in surprise, and Heather smiled to cover up her mistake. "Rachel was tall and had beautiful hands." Cole added mindless trying to get back to his story. Yeah right, beautiful hands! Could she even cover her areola with one of those beautiful hands?! Heather felt a weird frustration rising inside her. Why was this so important to her? Rachel was gone, Cole was with Heather now...
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