I have a very large chest, I always have (I’m sure you can already see where this is going).
About 4 years ago, I offered to be a designated driver for then-coworker A’s 21st birthday. Our friend T, A’s boyfriend, and A’s male friends B, X, and Y joined us bar hopping (B was the other DD and by the time this happened, the only other sober person in our group).
I was actually having a fairly good time despite not liking bars. When we got to bar #3, A was pretty toasty (to put it mildly) and struck up a conversation with a guy already at the bar (she referred to him as her friend but I don’t know if she actually knew him beforehand).
So Random Guy starts to head out for a smoke. On his way past me, he grabs one of my breasts. I was shocked speechless. I pulled A and T into the bathroom and told them what happened. I told A that if that guy was her friend, she better make sure he stayed the fuck away from me or I would kick his ass if he tried that again.
A and T proceeded to tell the guys in our group. X came and sat down at the table I was sitting at and told me that I should have told THEM when it happened because he and Y wouldn’t have stood for it (This was 30-45 mins after the assault and Random Guy hadn’t come back inside yet; he was presumed to have left).
After that bar we kind of lost track of X and Y. We tried going to a diner, but A was so drunk the manager asked us to leave. We took both cars back to A’s house and are trying to get a VERY drunk A inside when B’s phone rings. He walks off to answer it, then comes back saying, “Get her in the house NOW.”
T asks, “What’s wrong?”
B says, “X and Y are running from the police right now, we need to get her inside and get everyone home.”
I say, “Christ, what did they do???”
B answers, “They beat the shit out of that guy that grabbed you.”
I never saw X or Y again after that night and I’ve lost touch with A, but I do think of them fondly from time to time.