First Time

“I guess it’s time to add to the pile.”, Katrina said and strolled towards the counter. She noticed the scant eyes watching her from other tables. It was far more attention than anyone received during her last two rules, but she did make this one new so it made sense that people would consider everything unusual. Stares from other people weren’t the only thing that stood out to Katrina, though.

The cool air on her skin every time she took a step, her hands brushing up against her bare legs, all of it reminded her that she was half-naked in a public place. A bikini at the beach was the most daring thing she had ever worn in public. Now, she was showing off a view only previous girlfriends had ever seen.

Katrina was very thankful for all the time she spent exercising. Her body was toned from everyday cardio and had a nice healthy tan from hikes outside the city. Her breasts weren’t the largest but she still had generous cleavage which she quite liked. Lastly, a good hair routine kept her long brown hair soft and vibrant.

Katrina knew she had a lot to be proud of; it didn’t change the fact that she had never shown off like this before. It was an unfamiliar experience, yet not an unwelcome one. She was flushed with not just embarrassment but arousal too. Heat pooled between her legs with every step. Her body hummed with excitement and she could feel growing wetness down below. One of her fantasies was playing out in real time. She was going to make the most of it.

The barista greeted her at the counter, “Looking for another drink?” It was the same red-headed barista whose shirt Katrina had watched disappear earlier. Katrina nodded, “Yeah, can I get another green tea lemonade?” She tried not to think of the woman’s breasts while she spoke. She failed.

“Anything else?” asked the barista.

“Hmm?” Katrina blinked, the other woman’s voice snapping her out of her daze. She saw a flicker of amusement in the barista’s eyes as she asked again, “Do you want anything else?” Katrina shook her head rapidly, “No, no, that’s it. Just the one drink.” Was she blushing? She really hoped she wasn’t blushing. The red-head nodded, “Alright, then.” She looked at Katrina expectantly. Right.

The brunette reached around her back and unclasped her bra. She carefully slipped it off her shoulders so that one arm covered her breasts as soon as they were free. Her hard nipples brushed against her skin, giving her a jolt of pleasure. She pursed her lips as she tried to keep a straight face. She was definitely blushing.

“You know you could have given me your shoes instead, right?”, asked the barista. Katrina blushed. “I didn’t think of that. Could we still?”, she smiled nervously secretly hoping to be turned down.

“Nope.”

The barista stashed Katrina’s bra under the counter. Seeing it disappear from view made that sinking feeling in Katrina’s stomach deepen.

“Your drink will be out in just a second.” Katrina thanked the red-head and went back to her table.

It was a short walk back that seemed to take ages. There were more stares than before. Surprisingly, none of them were filled with disgust. There were a couple looks of pity from some other women and the occasional let’s call it appreciation from both genders. Most were just curious. Katrina wondered what was going through their minds. She supposed she could ask them but she wasn’t in the mood for it at the moment. There were other things to focus on.

Katrina sat down at her table continuing to cover her breasts with one arm. She considered the Rulebook again. Her fingers drummed against the wood of the table while she thought of what to write next. Desires were there, that was clear, but putting them into words was proving difficult. The lingering heat urged her hands to do other things than write. To slip between her panties. Run her finger along wet lips. She squeezed her legs together. No. She couldn’t. It was too much. Too slutty. Too enticing.

A cup settled on the table. Katrina almost jumped out of her chair. “Hey, sorry, didn’t meant to startle you.”, said a voice. Looking up, Katrina realized it was the red-headed barista. She gave Katrina a warm assuring smile, “I thought I would save you a trip.” Crap. She was cute and sweet.

“Thanks, I appreciate it. You didn’t have to do that, though.”

“I know; I wanted to. Or did you not want me to do it so you would have to walk over yourself.”

“Umm…” Katrina’s reddening face was all the answer the barista need.

“I thought so. No need to worry; I don’t judge. But if you want to have some more fun come back to the counter. Maybe I can talk you into buying a couple more things.”

She started to walk off back before pausing, “My name’s Brienna, by the way, but you can call me Brie.”

Brie, went back to work while Katrina began to unwind an increasingly knotted mix of feelings. A cute girl flirting with her wasn’t what she expected from her new rule but she would certainly take it. Brie was so playful too. She would have no problem coming up with things for Katrina to do. There was no way Katrina could give her the Rulebook but maybe there was another way to let Brie take the wheel.

Katrina picked up her pencil and started writing. The tip flew across the page each word fueled by a mad frenzy inside her. She didn't stop to think. She didn't want to.

New Rule (Coffee Stars): When Katrina Jacobs gives up her last article of clothing to purchase something she also forfeits rights to any belongings she brought in with her. She can earn them back by performing tasks decided by a temporary manager. The last barista she purchased an item from assumes the role of temporary manager. If she does not complete all her tasks before closing then she gives up ownership of the belongings in question permanently.