I was 16, in 11th standard and my boobs had chosen that year to grow out, full fledged. I studied in a convent school and they were pretty strict about discipline - walk to and from class in a line, don't talk in lines, etc.
So on our way back from lunch, I was merrily chatting with a friend when the Vice Head Boy stopped me. He was 2 years junior to me so I mock apologized by putting my hands on my ears and made to walk away. But the guy put his hand up as if to block me at my shoulder and ended up kind of pushing his palm into my big round right boob through my uniform shirt.
He realized what had happened, so he looked a little apologetic, and didn't look me in the eye. On my part, I knew it was an accident, so I didn't create a fuss. He later let me go without writing me a citation, so I guess I had me right breast to thank for getting me out of the situation scott free.
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