Mom-friend tendencies, go!

Just as Mable is clenching her fist and reeling it back, you step in between them, snatching the tray with your drinks and pastries on it from him and holding it to your chest. Mable's fight response reflex is completely interrupted by your sudden intrusion. "Th-Th-Th-Th-Thanks, Jerry!"

"No probs, bro! Bee-tee-dubs, Mable, is this your boyfriend? Did you finally pop your relationship cherry so we'd stop called you Miss Never-Been-Kissed?" Jerry asks, grinning.

Mable's entire head bursts into a deep red like an overheated kettle. Instead of decking him, she grabs your pastries and drinks from you. "Shut up, I'm just showing him some places around town since he's new!" She holds the tray against her breasts and you have to do a double-take. Is it your imagination, or did her enormous breasts just move, and not from jiggle physics?

"Yeah, figures. Anyway, enjoy your meal!" Jerry shoots some finger guns at you two, then turns to return to the counter.

Mable takes a seat at your table, grumbling to herself. The entire time, you're not sure if her boobs are sloooowly swelling or if it's just your eyes playing tricks on you from her natural anatomical undulations. She puts your food and drinks atop the table, burying her face in her hands with her elbows intentionally away from her inverted nipples.

"I can't believe him... He's not a bad guy, he just loves teasing people... Not just me, everyone..." She groans into her hands. That's when she notices her elbows pressing into her breasts. Mable briefly squishes her breasts with her elbows, almost like she's testing them. A quick glance down at them, then the naked girl looks up at you, visibly anxious. You just sit down, grabbing your mocha from the tray and pretending not to notice.

"W-w-well... M-miss n-never been k-k-kissed... m-meet M-mister nev-ver b-been k-kiss-sed" you awkwardly joke, trying to cheer her up. It's a joke, but it's true. The closest you ever got to kissing a girl was part of a prank that got you covered in punch. The pranksters got suspended for 3 weeks but it still stung...

Luckily, your joke seems to be good enough to at least hit the target. Mable gigglesnorts, her breasts giving wild jiggles as she grabs her strawberry longjohn and takes a bite. You give a sigh of relief. She certainly seems to bounce back fast! Though she seems oddly easily flustered for a girl who originally struck you as unflappably confident. You're starting to get a feel for the girl under the outward mask.

Mable leans forward, resting her breasts on top of the table between her elbows as she grabs her hot chocolate and starts to blow on it. The watermelon-sized, tanned orbs are topped with small, pink, inverted nipples and look surprisingly firm for their size, but also remarkably plush and soft from how they flatten a bit against the surface of the table. You realize you're staring and snap your gaze back up to the naked girl's face.

"Ssssssso, strawberry longjohn a-a-and a hot ch-chocolate? You didn't sssstrike me as the t-t-t-type with a sweet t-tooth," you say, smiling cheekily at her.

Mable pauses mid-sip of her hot chocolate, her golden eyes boring into you. With an audible 'smooch' sound, she pulls the cup away from her lips and gives you a pointed look. "You know, you don't have to avoid looking... I'm naked, so what? Just act natural. Look if you want, look away if you want. Just don't pretend the elephant in the room isn't there," she says, her voice carefully neutral as she takes another bite of her longjohn.