Head back to her place and have a heart-to-heart

You wave goodbye to the old man as quickly as you can without being rude, and walk away. Ashley takes a moment to realize you're gone, but when she does, she follows - after all, the point of this is to walk together.

You don't look at her as she walks behind you, probably bouncing freely as she jogs, her bra abandoned on the street in front of Mr. Chantelle's house. You somehow manage to not peek at the boobs you've fantasized about for so long, even though they're right in front of you, screaming right there you moron, look already!

You resist temptation until you find yourself back at her place. Sitting and waiting for her to catch up made sense, right? You hadn't realized that, tall as she was and low as the couch is, you'd find yourself face-to-bust with your friend.

She's confused, a little bit. Doesn't understand why you cut the walk short. So you explain.

"Ashley, are feeling unwell?"

Still confused, she answers. "Of course not, John, I'm feeling fine!" And then she smiles, which you don't see because you're busy having a staring match with her boobs. "Oh, were you worried about me in the cold air? That's sweet, John, but I meant it when I said I didn't need the sweater."

You awkwardly remember you're still wearing her clothes, and pull it off. "You can have this back, by the way."

She does not wear it. No, she takes it and tosses it into her hamper, meaning you're still face-to-boob.

She jiggles. Your pants grow a little tighter.

She giggles cutely when her clothes land in the hamper. Your pants grow much tighter.

Looking back at you, she finally notices where your eyes are at, and decides to say exactly the wrong thing for your poor boner. "Want to touch?", she asks. "Whatever you're thinking of, you look stressed, and my boobs are great for stress relief. At least, that's what my girlfriend tells me!" She glances down, seemingly seeing her tits for the first time, and then reaches across her body to grab and squeeze one.

"I - I - I'm good, thanks." You're pretty sure her girlfriend, who's a wonderful girl, would absolutely not like that at all.

"You sure, dude?" She doesn't exactly walk up to you - she sways, swings her hips, her whole body moving in a way that's almost hypnotic - and you **** yourself to look away even as she gets closer. Her breasts are in your face, now, and you have to close your eyes to avoid seeing them. "Come ooon, you need to relax. Squeeze one! Bite a nipple! These babies are all yours."

"Ashley, stop!" You're surprised by how loud you are, and so is she. Although your eyes are closed, you can hear her moving away, breathing heavily in the way she does when she's disappointed but doesn't want to admit it.

Why is she disappointed? You open your eyes and realize she's glancing away, hiding a frown, as if something was wrong with you.

"Ashley, you're unwell. I think you have brain damage or" Brain damage wouldn't explain why Chantelle didn't react to her, though. "- or something. Why would you take off your bra in public? Why didn't Chantelle say anything? I don't understand what's going on."

"Duuude, are you serious? You know I'd do anything to make you happy. Everyone here knows that. I'd do a lot more for you."

She glances at your crotch, and you realize she's noticed your boner. "A lot more, John. I think you're just panicking like you usually do. If you need... real stress relief, the real intense kind, the kind that you get from a woman... I can help you out right now."