Contagious fun.

Sara heard a cacophony of voices approaching and looked up from her novel irritably. She loved sitting and reading on her front porch in the evenings, but every now and then someone drove by on a loud motorcycle or some group of drunks interrupted her train of thought. She was about to get up and head inside before she saw who was making the noise.

Her neighbor Beth was walking and talking with a group of friends. They were all clearly ****, but Beth was moreso than the rest. She was walking very unsteadily and slurring her words - Sara could tell because she was practically shouting. She didn't know Beth very well but this seemed very unlike her. Typically a considerate, polite neighbor, it was odd to see her acting like a college kid after a frat party.

"Sara!" Beth yelled, and Sara wished she had gone inside. The last thing she wanted to deal with at close to midnight was her drunken neighbor. Still, she should be polite.

"Beth," she said coldly. "Looks like you're having quite the night."

"You don't know the half of it," said one of her companions, a thirty-something man with a goofy grin on his face. To Sara's surprise, Beth clumsily ascended her porch stairs and approached her.

"What are you-" she sucked in a breath as Beth grabbed her hand. I shouldn't be so judgmental, she suddenly thought. Beth should be able to have a nice time without my snide attitude.

"Hey Saraaaaaaa..." Beth trilled, and Sara stared at her. What was she going to say? It felt really important to hear Beth out. "I," she said theatrically, "want you... to be happy!"

Beth wanted her to be happy? Then she ought to be happy. A smile broke out across her face as she realized she really was happy.

"What- why am I happy?" Sara asked, perplexed. She didn't mind it but she was very curious.

"Beth's got this power," the other woman in the group said. She was happy too, it looked like. "When she touches you, it makes you wanna do what she wants."

Sara looked at her incredulously. "You mean that I have to do everything Beth tells me to?"

Beth grinned and she felt a warmth fill her. Just knowing that Beth was feeling good made her giddy. "Not actually. I think you just kinda think you should. Or something. I'm a lil bit high right now. But I can prove it! Uh, stand on one leg."

Sara raised her left leg immediately, putting a hand on the side of her house to steady herself. That didn't prove anything, though. She was just doing what was best for Beth; nothing weird about that. She always did what was best for Beth. Or did she? She was still having a hard time wrapping her head around this. One of the men in the group was whispering into Beth's ear.

"Take off your shirt!" Beth cried, and naturally Sara immediately removed her top. She covered her bra-clad chest with her hands and shivered in the night air. She looked around at the grinning group and smiled too.

"Wow, that's weird. It's like I immediately just wanted to do what you said. I would never in a million years just stand out here in my bra, but when I learned you want me to I just-"

"And your bra! Let those titties swiiiiiiiing!"

Sara gave a thumbs up and complied, her bra falling to the ground on top of her discarded tee. She was kind of embarrassed to be standing topless in public, but if Beth wanted it then she was doing it. Beth's little entourage, meanwhile, were taking in the sight of her C-cups greedily. She should have been indignant but she wasn't for some reason.

"You made me happy!" she exclaimed as the realization hit her. "I'm ok with this because you made me happy!"

"And because it's what Beth wants," another of the guys said with a snicker. She couldn't deny it.

"So now what?" Sara asked. She was starting to shiver in the cold. "What do you want?"

Beth smiled beatifically. Her eyes were swimmy and unfocused as she made eye contact with her neighbor. "I want you to be happy all the time. I want you to feel gooooooood, no matter what. Just live your life and feel good. That's all I want."

She stared at Beth. She did feel good. She felt great, in fact. "Thank you," she said with a broad smile. One of the guys whispered to Beth again and she added a command. "Oh, and let James motorboat you. He really likes your boobs!"

James approached and Sara sat down on her bench. As he kneeled in front of her, she introduced herself.

"Hi, James. I'm Sara. Hope you enjoy my tits!"