Bump into Janine, a friend from highschool

You don't really know what to do before the party at Viv's place: you were thrust into this new version of your life without much context. You vaguely think that you should probably look for a new job, but first you want to get your balance in your new home.

As you begin to wander aimlessly around campus, you soon see a familiar face. Janine was a friend of yours in high school, where you both were part of a loose group of misfits. You were big into internet forums before Facebook brought social media into the mainstream, and she was a goth. You always thought she was fairly attractive, but you never made any moves; it was hard enough to get her to be at ease with the group of outcasts to which you belonged without making any advances, and it always felt like she was using her goth persona to keep people at a safe distance.

You haven't seen Janine for a while, and she's apparently toned things down with the whole goth style since the old days. No black makeup, for instance -- she doesn't really need any make-up at all, really -- and she's cut her naturally black hair to shoulder-length. Also, while she's still dressed in fairly dark clothing, it's now a tight charcoal T-shirt and black jeans rather than a long dress. She's kept her slender frame, though, and her bust hasn't filled out much more since you last saw her.

Just after you recognize her face you notice something else: she has her hand thrust down the front of those black jeans, leaning back against one of the trees on the campus green. As you approach her, she looks towards you and waves, slipping her fingers away from her crotch.

"Hi John, long time no see!" she says in a friendly tone.

"Hey Janine," you say, walking right up to her. Feeling a bit more brazen since your first encounter with Vivian today, you place your hand gently on her waist.

"Mind if I have a feel down there?" you ask, not really waiting for an answer as you snake your hand into her jeans.

Janine's expression is one of surprise, but she doesn't seem at all angry or upset. "Oh! Go ahead."

You sidle up beside her for better access, and brush your fingers through her matted pubic hair before finding a pair of swollen pussy lips. You brush your fingers over them, causing her to gasp.

"Didn't forget to wear panties today, I see," you remark. "Looks like you were awake while you were dressing."

"Hah," she laughs. "It was a close thing, I almost walked out today without wearing my jeans. Only my old school habits kept me from leaving without 'em."

You're intrigued. "Your school habits?"

She turns to you. "You know, during my goth phase... You never see a goth anything but fully dressed, do you? It's not enough to be disaffected with the world, it takes discipline to dress up like that every day without missing a beat. I was sort of proud of being able to do that, and it's one of the habits I've kept from those days," she says, before gasping at your touch.

"Say John," she says, "if you're going to frig me, would you mind if I just carried on myself? I stopped to chat with you, but I have a bit more practise jilling myself off than you do, y'know?"

You're a bit surprised by this. Is this just a manifestation of Janine's differences from others, or is it something else? But she doesn't sound like she's annoyed... just that she thinks that she can do a better job at something which is still acceptable for you to do. You decide to play it straight. "Is there some other way I could play with your body?"

"Um," she says. She pauses a while. It seems as though she's quite comfortable playing with herself in public, but like Vivian, she's just a little off balance with you fondling her. "Why don't you reach into my shirt? After cleaning your hand, of course... I don't want to get pussy juice on my new top."

That sounds fair enough, you think, at least for my first day in this strange new world. As you pull your hand free from her crotch. Janine wastes no time replacing it with her own. You raise your hand to her mouth, and she chuckles before sucking in your fingers to clean her fluids off.