Take her sweater?

Yes, and keep jogging

Apparently you can take the poor girl's sweater without guilt, you shameless asshole.

Yes, you're perfectly fine jogging along with your best friend who you definitely don't have a crush on because she's got a girlfriend anyway. Perfectly fine traversing the neighborhood with her while she bounces merrily in her bra.

Her sexy, sexy bra. You're not an expert in women's underwear, outside some of your weirder fantasies, but you're pretty sure joggers' bras are supposed to provide support or something.

When you get to the entrance of Mr. Chantelle's street, you pause and wait for Ashley to pause too. It's one thing to go without a shirt when it's just the two of you, it's another thing to go half-naked in front of a conservative seventy-old man. Sweet as he may be, he's a product of his times, and he'll still call your friend a whore, right?

Well, Ashley doesn't seem to think so, because she goes forward without fear, continuing until she passes by his house, where she waits for you to catch up.

Is Chantelle outside? Yes, he definitely is. He was watering some of his plants, and now he's started talking to your friend like lonely old people do - and she, being the sweet thing that she is, has started talking back. Surprisingly, it looks like he's not calling her a whore at all.

"-was an athlete, too, you know! Ran marathons when I was younger, and I walked everywhere, five miles to work back and forth everyday."

"Oh, yeah, I definitely get that!" Ashley smiles at him. She's taking your catching up as an opportunity to stretch, and it's a little hard to not slow down and pay attention. "I'm really glad I picked up jogging, it's keeping me fit like I never thought I could be, y'know?"

Bounce.

You're so distracted by the boobs that you definitely aren't into, you run past both of them, and you hear Ashley giggling as you turn around and run back.

Chantelle is laughing at you, too, but somehow it seems a little harsher coming from a guy. You try to make an excuse that isn't "I was staring at her boobs!", but Ashley interrupts you.

"Oh my gooosh, I think he's distracted because of me! It's the bra, right? That's totally my fault, sorry, John."

In one smooth motion, she takes her freaking bra off. You can see her nipples, perky in the cold, perfectly clearly. Her breasts are exactly what you'd imagined of her in your late-night fantasies.

And then she turns back to her conversation, and Chantelle doesn't react at all, and you realize something is seriously wrong.

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