Flybye, your story of the suit/pool reminded me of one...

I was also at that pre-teen, ackward age. I had 3 older brothers, and I was always hopelessly in love with one or another of their friends. Remember what that kind of covert, pre-teen crush was like?

One day, I was overcome with honor when I was allowed to come over to one of the guys' homes with my brothers and a group of their friends, to swim in the backyard pool.

Well, there was a volleyball net, and I was wearing a suit that just had one halter tie that ran from between my breasts up around the back of my neck. In other words, the actual cups of the suit were not supported by the straps.

You guessed it. One big jump up out of the water with both hands to hit the volleyball, and both breasts just popped right out for all those 17 yo boys to see.

I don't think they cared much about 12 or 13 year old, pudgy me, but I was HORRIFIED.