Seeing as we're literally joined at the hip, we can easily do both at the same time.

"Well, fuck." I strain upwards to look across the racks and shelves of clothing, trying to see hide or hair of Nick. "Do you see him anywhere?"

"Matt, I'm literally strapped to your front. All I see is totally cute tops," Joy replies, only to quickly continue: "Sorry, I know I'm not helping. What do we do?"

I have no idea, actually. Does Nick just need some time to think things through? Should we chase after him in case he does something rash - like tell someone about Joy and me? If he does, what will happen? I have no idea. Ever since Joy popped into my life, I seem to end up in a lot of situations where that happens. And somehow, even with the sudden stress of being found out on our very first outing, I feel like I can make it through this. Okay, not 'somehow' - with Joy by my side. Or front, if we're being hyper-correct.

"Dunno," I finally say, shrugging - and then cursing internally, because the motion causes the straps to pull on Joy's body, squishing her tits... and I'm still not used to them being fondled or touched in any way. With the way Joy stifles a gasp and how her nipples harden, neither is she. "Uh, I... well... I say we look for Nick and I call him. If he doesn't answer, I can at least leave a message and tell him... something?"

"Solid plan. Okay, yeah, I'm just being supportive. Even I can see the holes, but it's not like I have anything better..."

"So much for being supportive, huh?"

Joy just looks up at me and sticks out her tongue playfully, a grin pulling at her lips. Since, unlike our sensations, our emotions aren't linked, I can't easily tell if she's just putting up a front. But considering the situation bothers me, and Joy is the one most affected by it, she's probably definitely putting up a front. Or something. Argh, can I just go back to the time where the biggest problem in my pants was if my boxers were pinching my balls?!

What do you know, it's like Nick vanished into thin air. And his phone is off. And I am not surprised. To be honest, if I found out that my best friend suddenly had a beautiful woman stuck to his hips, I'd probably react much the same. Although it's probably for the best that Nick doesn't know the full picture. Where Joy used to be my dick and I can feel every inch of her body.

"Whattt~ do we do now, Matt?" We're sitting on a bench in the sun, with Joy leaning back into my body as I slump down, trying not to feel defeated.

"I can tell you what we won't do - stress out over this." Truth be told, I'm trying to convince myself as much as Joy. "Nick has been my best friend since before middle school. I think I trust him not to fuck us over. Do you... do you still feel like shopping? I mean, we went out to get you some stuff of your own."