Toying with Vivian in public

Vivian does not seem likely to resist doing what you'd like to do with her, but she does seem to be a bit concerned about you unbuttoning her blouse.

"Uh, John..." she speaks up with an adorably cute nervous-sounding voice. "I d-didn't wear a bra today."

Despite this, she hasn't actually told you to stop—on the contrary, she's actually being quite permissive. With three buttons undone, her blouse is showing a good amount of her chest above her pendulous mammaries. You continue unbuttoning as you reply. "Yeah, I noticed. That's a bit unusual for you, Viv. Weren't you afraid your nipples would show through your blouse?"

Vivian's arms have dropped to her side as you unbutton, allowing easier access for you. She turns a shade of crimson that goes right down her newly exposed cleavage. "It is obvious, then. Everyone's been taking casual glances at my tits, but acting as if nothing is unusual," she comments, looking up to you. "Um, John, how many buttons are you going to undo?"

You've undone enough of them so that the blouse is open to just below the height of her nipples. "That should do for now," you announce. "If you want to give people a show, why not give them a peek at your cleavage? I know that I've always wanted to see it," you say gamely.

Vivian is absolutely beet red, panting slightly. "John...! It was bad enough that my blouse is partly see-through. Now anyone who likes can basically see into my top."

"I like it," you say, reaching in to grasp a breast. Vivian gasps as your fingers brush over a very stiff nipple. "I think it's fun for a girl to let people get a good look at their boobs now and then. You're a good friend to let me play with you this way."

Vivian looks up at you and smiles, her expression displaying a mixture of genuine happiness and anxiety. "O-oh, it's nothing, I guess...you're very welcome."

"Hey," you say, "would you like to get a drink or something? You look parched. I'll get you a soda."

"That would be nice," she says. You get the impression that she's going along with it because she can't think of what to do due to her shock of the whole situation.

"Okay. Here, I'll carry your stuff," you say, picking up her books and binder in one arm. In a moment of inspiration, you take her hand. You're not actually hand-holding friends normally, but now you can if you want to, and it prevents her from crossing her arms. Vivian lets you take her hand with a small nod. She fidgets with the other, unsure what to do with it.

"Thanks, John," says Vivian as you walk along. She looks over at you and smiles a nervous, friendly smile. She struggles to make conversation. "Um, I'm glad I ran into you. This is really exciting...I'm having a really good time. I think of you as a friend, John, but I'm surprised by how much I'm getting into you doing what you like with me. Do you like to play with me in public?" She looks a bit sheepish, likely realizing how foolish a question it was.

You make a point of staring at her blouse, as it opens up a side-view of her breast clear to the nipple. "I'm enjoying it immensely," you say. You look up to her: she's blushing anew from your attention.

She fleetingly glances down at your crotch. "Are you, uh...are you going to make me have sex with you?"

You hadn't actually thought that far yet, but you're enjoying this way too much to rush it. You've got plenty of time to fuck her later: at the party, for example. "Maybe later," you say. "Would you like me to?"

Vivian looks conflicted. "I don't know. You're just a good friend to me, John, but you playing with me is making me hot." Her free hand drifts toward her crotch.

You arrive at the tuck shop, walking in with Vivian. "Sorry, can I set these down for a moment?" you say to the cashier, a brown-haired 20-something-year-old guy.

"Sure thing," he says in the direction of Vivian's gaping top with a smile before turning to a customer.

Your hands free, you turn to Vivian. "Let me help you with that," you say, unbuttoning her jeans and pulling down the zip. Her waist now loose, you slide a hand into her panties, through some pubic fur before discovering her very wet opening. You gently turn her towards the fridges. "What drink would you like?"

Vivian doesn't respond. She is looking at you with an expression somewhere between desperation, terror, and raw lust. "John, everyone will see," she whimpers. She gasps as your finger rubs against her moist nubbin.

"Well, let's see what people think," you say. You turn to see a young brunette wearing a strappy top revealing black bra straps, and a short PVC skirt which hugged the lower curve of her bottom. You tap her shoulder, causing her to turn around in a slight startle. "Hi, my name is John, what's yours?"

"Hi! I'm Loretta! I'm just starting here next year after a year off," she says with cheerful excitement, obviously a bit excited to be preparing for college. She looks Vivian up and down, who shudders with something like embarrassment. "Who's your friend?" she asks plainly, clearly not taken aback by her disheveled appearance or by how you're handling her.

"This is Vivian," you explain. "She's a bit concerned about me fingering her wet pussy in public, and probably also about people looking into her top and seeing her breasts. I was wondering what you thought about it." Vivian whimpered, spasming slightly from the continued motions of your fingers in her cunt.

"Looks like she's enjoying it!" Loretta says brightly, smiling at Vivian. Loretta looks thoughtful, visually contemplating Vivian's state of exposure while gazing at her breasts. "I like your blouse," she continues, "and how it doesn't actually hide your nipples from anyone. That's neat."

Loretta turns her eyes back to you. "I think that if she wants to show off her boobs to anyone who looks, that's okay. She's got nice tits, so why not? And I know I wouldn't usually let my boyfriend finger me in public, but I think I'd rather he do it while my pussy was wet if he did!" She replied with a friendly smile, missing the point completely.

"Um, actually," Vivian protests weakly through her short-breathed pantings, "John's not really my boyfriend. And he's the one who opened my blouse, not me. He said he wanted to show off my chest, and played with it a little."

Loretta looked at Vivian with wide eyes. "Wow, you're a really great friend to let him expose you and fondle you in public even though you're not dating. And letting him finger you in public too, wow. John is lucky to have you for a friend. I don't think that I'd do that for any of my guy friends. I'm sure they'd jump at the chance though!" she giggled. Vivian groaned.

Eyeing Loretta's breasts, you can estimate that they're in range, but you ask her to be sure. "Loretta, what cup size are you, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Oh, I'm a B-cup!" she says with a happy smile. "Not exactly big, but I like my boobs for what they are."

With that confirmation, you figure you might as well take the plunge. "In that case, you wouldn't mind if I groped you a bit too, then?"

"Oh, absolutely not!" the energetic to-be college student says. "Touch me however you like!"

Your free hand finds its way onto Loretta's chest as you squeeze her right breast through her top. Her relaxed smile remains as you play with her, inciting a spark of confusion within Vivian. "Uh, didn't you say that you wouldn't ever let your guy friends do this kind of thing...?"

"Yeah, that's right," Loretta affirms with a simple nod, looking towards Vivian as you enjoy the softness of her breasts. "Why do you ask?"

"I just...ahn!" Vivian exclaims, her statement interrupted by the waves of pleasure flowing through her from your fingering—even though you're groping Loretta, you haven't stopped toying with her, either. Vivian quickly recollects herself. "I just...found it strange that you would let John do it all of a sudden after you said that...you only just met..."

"That is true, isn't it?" Loretta says curiously, thinking to herself as you pull the straps of her top down, revealing her chest in full. She giggles with a shrug as you squeeze her again. "I didn't really think about that. I guess I just feel comfortable with him having his way with me. This feels normal."

The contrast between Vivian's bashfulness and Loretta's calm and collected reaction reminds you of Charles' words...

"Remember, though, just because you select this or any other of these three doesn't mean everyone's gonna act as outlined. It'll just be the general majority. You might still end up with a few people who break societal norms, just like in the normal world."

...it seems this was the kind of scenario he meant. Different girls might react to the same situation in a different way. Some women might hardly be embarrassed by your actions. Loretta seems very much comfortable with you using her, so much so that she didn't even give it much thought until asked about it. On the other hand, some girls, such as Vivian, will quickly transform into a cute, sheepish version of themselves with just the slightest touch.

"You really like my boobs, huh, John?" Loretta asks with a brilliant smile, clearly feeling at home with the situation. Her words bring you out of your thoughts, returning you to reality—your still fondling her chest and exploring Vivian's insides with your finger, the latter causing the glasses-clad college student to quiver in pleasure.

Loretta's casual attitude, Vivian's adorable embarrassment...it's all too much. You've been enjoying toying with these two, but you're going to need some release soon.