Screaming... Epiphanies

"You're really OK with walking around with your ti... Breast out?" I asked her. This was still so weird. Perhaps no more so than the other weirdness going on, which I was reminded of as I looked out the glass front of the shop and saw a girl stand placidly for a few seconds as a guy I assumed must be her brother based on how similar they looked walked up to her and said hello while palming her chest.

"Of course not," she replied. "I'm not a slut." She continued, placing her hands on her hips... Which only served to thrust her boobs at me, displaying even more cleavage through the rent in her shirt. Despite her actions, the way she said it came off as conversational, not annoyed.

"Umm, well, I mean, your shirt," I said, trying again.

"Excuse me miss," came a cry from across the cafe.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I need to take care of this," she said. "Thank you for your business." She added walking over and not reacting in the least as the guy who had called her over chose to fondle her exposed, bra clad tit before giving her his order.

I turned back to Mary and David, only to see them heading for the door. "Hey guys," I called after them, as I ran to catch up.

"So, you finally back with us?" Asked Mary as I caught up. She stopped and turned to face me as I reached them.

"Ok, I realize I got a bit distracted there, but that's no reason to up and leave me behind," I said, slightly indignant. Mary was still facing me, and actually began to stick her chest out a bit. I realized that she was waiting for me to fondle her, so after a moments hesitation, I reached up a hand and placed it on her chest.

"Well, sorry, but you were really involved talking to that waitress," she said as soon as I had cupped her tit. "No need to get annoyed with us," she added. I realized she had taken my **** to fondle her as my being upset with her. If groping was somehow a greeting now, not groping must now be the equivalent of patently ignoring someone. It made as much sense as anything else.

"Listen, I appreciate that you must be busy," put in David. "I'm sorry to impose on you suddenly. Maybe another time?"

"Umm yeah, sure," I replied, as I continued working Mary's tit. David turned and headed out, leaving me to continue my groping. I had no idea what this new etiquette was, but this was now the second time I had gone way longer than I seen other people go. No one seemed to mind, and I had to admit that I despite the weirdness and the suddenness it was not entirely... who was I kidding, it was was not at all unpleasant. Mary's breast was firm and round and warm in my grip, and her nipples were rock hard. I just hoped I didn't catch my ring again; it was embarrassing enough with a stranger, I wasn't sure how I would feel about doing that to a friend, even one who would probably ignore it...

MY RINGS!

I had been trying to think of anything that could explain what was going on. What was different about today? Baring some random act of god (which was certainly not beyond the realm of possibility but I preferred to leave that until I had exhausted all other options) the only thing unusual I had done was get these rings. And now that I thought about, I had never actually paid for them, I had just put them on and then left like everything was normal, and the clerk hadn't said anything.

"Hey, Mary," I said to my now somewhat flushed friend. I had been fondling her for quite a few minutes as I was lost in thought; she had made no move to leave or to much of anything, as she seemed content to focus on my ministrations. "What do you think of this?" I asked, holding up my free hand to show her silver dragon ring.

"It's ok," she sighed, shrugging it off and paying it no attention. Her breathing was getting more rapid and seemed to be accelerating a bit. Was she...

Before I could finish my thought, I got my answer as she started moaning, falling into me as her whole body shook. My right hand was stuck on her breast between us, and I had instinctively squeezed as she fell, which only seemed to increase the intensity of her very loud and obvious orgasm. I wrapped my other arm around her to prevent her from falling or knocking me over. Hr face was so cute as her mouth opened in the sexiest moans I had ever heard, her body rubbing against me as she shook with pleasure. Sparing a brief glance around, I saw some appreciative glances but not much else. Certainly no one reacting negatively to my having brought a girl to screaming orgasm in the outside patio of a cafe.

"You certainly know how to treat a girl," Mary panted as she came down.