Breasts.

You take a deep breath, and exhale. You're not used to wanting things, or asking for them.

"Could I... touch your breasts, please, Mae?"

Mae's face seems to light up a bit. "Sure, sure! Pretty obvious choice, right? I mean, they're inside a bra an' all, but they're still plenty soft! In fact..." She undoes a single button on the chest of her button-up shirt, making her bosom seem to loosen just a bit. "There! Now they're gonna be even nicer to hold."

You reach out tentatively, and your left hand cups at her right breast. Even when contained by clothing like this, it truly is pillow-like. It's a mass of skin and flesh, but it is so welcoming. You feel the tips of your digits gently delving in to the tissue. Before you know it, your other hand holds on to her other breast, with its volume and gentle feel perfectly matching the first.

You feel yourself wondering what it would be like to sleep on top of Mae's chest, and you mentally slap yourself for even going that far, even without saying it. But... she offered. It'd be rude to decline. Besides, even if you were declining, you'd be denying yourself something that feels nice. She continues to smile sweetly down on you, encouraging you to use her body as a bed for your hands, hands that have felt stiff for what feels like forever. At one point she even winks at you, and you yelp just a bit, and it takes a while for a flustered feeling to pass. You must look silly, like a girl who's held another's hand for the first time.

You never expected you'd admit this to yourself, but touching Mae like this has calmed your nerves a little. At least, you're not thinking about your own inadequacy as a human being any more. The feeling of the squishiest parts of a woman in your grasp does that to you. You've heard of stress toys that work like this... are you using someone else as a stress toy? That's weird. You're weird. But no matter. Time seems to fly by, and eventually it's as if your body is as rest.

A small vibrating sound. Mae shifts a little, and you wonder if she's gotten tired of your hands on her, so you slow up. On closer inspection, she seems to be checking her phone. Whatever she sees on there, she looks to have become alert all of a sudden and thinks for a bit, before stuffing her phone away.

She looks back at you, realising your grasping has come to a stop. "Uh... don't stop on my account! Why not keep going? For, say... a few minutes more? Yeah, that's right. A few minutes more."

So you continue, pressing bit by bit, musing on how the way the skin buckles under your touch makes your finger feel wrapped up. It's nowhere near enclosed, of course, but the sensation is that of a safe space, somewhere you can be at peace and leave your worries behind.

As you keep going, you begin to notice that Mae seems unsatisfied. You wonder whether you should ask how you can do better, until she speaks up. "I think I should be touchin' you too, huh? I don't know where's good to touch you, so... here, I guess!"

And she begins stroking through your hair, and it soothes you even more. Having your hands all over Mae was a positive change, but having her fingers running through those short-cropped locks of yours is something else. It makes you feel at peace, even if just for a moment. As if you haven't just lost a friend. Right here, right now, Mae petting you is soothing the ever-present pain of what has happened, what you made happen.

And it doesn't just feel good for your mental health, because you have to admit you feel a stirring down below. It figures. After a good long while touching the soft parts of another woman, this is what gets you hard. Maybe you just want to be praised. You learn something about yourself every day, don't you, Rosie?

It's all too short a time before Mae gently directs your hands off her and gets up. She offers her hand, and you accept, letting her pick you up and dust both of you down.

"So, uh... there's this place I always go to relax. And I figure, might be relaxin' for you!" There's that dread again, and it comes from her failing to maintain eye contact once again. She's clearly lying. There's something up with the place she's taking you. Maybe she's going to take you somewhere and leave you there waiting. Maybe she's going to kick you outside. Maybe she'll tie you up-- wait, no, why is your cock twitching at that?? Not the time.

You attempt to voice a protest, to save your dignity while you still can, but before you know it, Mae's dragging you off. Through corridors and turns, past halls and classrooms, until you reach a dead end and a room with a faded number plate. "In ya go!" she says, as she pushes you inside.

Alex is there.

And... she gives you a hug?