So my twenty-something friends and I are at the park having a barbeque over one of the pits there. One of the geeky guys (not unlike Anon here) turns to the most buxom boob monster in our group and makes a bet: He bets her that he can touch her breasts WITHOUT touching the fabric of her T-shirt.
After a bit of joking back and forth, they settle on five bucks. The scoup-neck collar doesn't show much skin below the neck and the T-shirt is tucked into her 3/4 length jeans, so she thinks she's okay.
So the geek takes a deep breath, looks at her rack, and gives her breasts a nice, big, honk-honk squeeze with his hands.
"Oh well," he says, handing her the five bucks, "I tried."