Rekindled Friendship

You chuckle. "Oh believe me, none taken." With a smirk, you add, "Sorry to disappoint," and pull lightly on a nipple.

"Oh, it's not a disappointment or anything. Just a pipe dream, but I was happy just to talk with you back then."

"Out of curiosity, can you tell me more about that pipe dream?"

Janine hisses, her hand working faster in her pants, her eyes looking at the women below. "Yeah, um... back in the day I used to daydream about what it would be like if you were a girl. What would happen if I forgot my dress and you- ungh- just had to take me right, right there."

She breathes heavily, her face red, and you can see her hand push into her pussy under her pants. She continues, "And I thought, I thought that maybe if you were a girl, we could go out and talk about those sexy women- fuuuck- those women in their various states of undress, and you might take one in front of me, or with me."

At that, her body shook slightly, and she threw back her head and let out a low moan, her hips thrusting into her hand. You moved your own hand to softly rub her abdomen, thinking about what Janine said as she came down from her shaky climax. Looking down, you could see her pants were slightly damp, but it wasn't enough to be truly noticeable, and would likely dry soon enough.

"Now that was satisfying," Janine said with a small smile. "I missed talking with you."

Despite the fact that you were abusing your power over her a little bit, you couldn't help but agree with the sentiment. Sighing, you ask, "Why do you think we stopped talking in the first place?"

"I don't know, I guess we just sorta... grew apart in college. We each had our own things going on, it happens. We still saw each other around, sometimes. No one else ever understood how this world can be sometimes, and believe me, I looked around."

"You always were willing to shop around," you say with a cheeky grin.

She pushes you lightly, then says, "Alright, knock it off big guy."

"Will do. Wanna sit and people watch for a minute?"

She bites her lip and looks at her watch, then says, "Yeah, um, I can do that. I mean, I'd like to."

The two of you sit on the grass, and think about what she said as people walk by. A lesbian, huh. You guess it made sense. Things about her behavior made a lot more sense, though you couldn't draw anything from this more perverse reality to check. In your own timeline, however, you remembered how Janine used to steal glances at her friends whenever you were around. For the longest time you had assumed she was following your eyes and just didn't bring it up, but now you're starting to wonder if she was just perving out like you.

She always was more comfortable with the guys. Around other women you remembered her seeming more shy, more reserved. Careful. Like she didn't want to mess something up, like she didn't know if there was something to mess up.

You're brought back to earth when you hear Janine lustily say, "Damn, look at that bitch."

Your eyes follow her hastily pointed finger, and you see a tall, sexy woman coming your way. Her blond hair falls to her ass at least, but that isn't what you notice about her; what you notice is the way her medium-sized, pert tits bounce with her thighs as she walks. You notice that because all she has on is a black miniskirt and a lace bra with holes that reveals the vast majority of her tits. The fact that it hides even a little of her tits is unfortunate for her, if anything, given that it causes her tits to be held up and pushed out even more than they otherwise would be.

Despite her brisk pace, her face betrays an air of uncertainty and embarrassment. She furtively glances around, but no one other that Janine and yourself are staring at her. The two of you, however, stare enough to make up for the crowd. You think.

As she passes, you see Janine sneak her hand into her pants, her eyes locked on the woman's magnificent bubble butt poking out of the miniskirt.

"Damn, she was hot," you finally say.

"Yeah," Janine says, looking around. "I bet she wore that to surprise a special someone that won't be getting much of a surprise."

"Could be," you reply slowly, unabashedly watching Janine.

For a long while, you and Janine sat in the shade of the tree she had masturbated against, talking and watching sexy women walk by. As the day went by, you found yourself reconnecting, thinking about old times. The way that Janine played herself as women walked by was endearing in and of itself; you wondered if she reacted to the clothing difficulties women had because she was a lesbian, or if there was something deeper at play.

Regardless of what it was, it was something that you had come to like, and Janine seemed happy to talk with you as well, relaxing in your company even after your casual groping of her tits.

Janine finally says, "Hey, it's been great and all, but I do have to get dinner soon."

"No problem, it's been great catching up with you as well. And ogling the ladies, of course."

"Of course," she responds with a smile and an eye roll. Seeing another girl in the distance, she says, "Well, I think that might be Nat, a petite girl from my psych class. It looks like she might have something interesting on, I'm gonna stay for that at least, see what's up."

"Cool, sounds good," you say absentmindedly.

Before Nat gets near you and Janine though, you turn and say, "Hey, this may be out of left field, but what did you think about me being the so-called 'dress code' enforcer in high school? Did the things I did ever bother you?"

Janine's hand snakes slowly down as her eyes get glassy. She starts to lightly touch herself through her pants, then replies, "I mean, I always thought it was hot. Some people minded, obviously, but no one really cared. It was just you being you, and it seemed like everyone liked what you did, even if some were embarrassed. So what's the harm? That's what I say, anyway."

"Hmmm." You pause for a moment, watching the blonde get closer. "Did you ever think it was... weird, that I was able to get away with that stuff?"

Her brow furrowing slightly, Janine responds, "Well, it is, um, a little weird. Not many other people think so though. In the end it's a pretty normal thing. Can I ask why? You aren't second guessing yourself or anything, right? The John I know wouldn't exactly have a crisis of conscience about this shit."

"Fair enough," you say, laughing a little. "I was just curious about what you thought, really. And, well, we were close, and I've enjoyed talking with you. I was thinking... I know that you said you thought I was lucky back in the day-"

"And now," Janine interjects calmly, hand still lazily moving across her nether regions.

"And now, sure. But I was thinking that it might be cool if we hung out a bit more, and if you wanted I'd be more than willing to get you some action. If you want it, of course."

Her brow furrows, and she says, "Action? How would that work?"

You lean in conspiratorially and say, "Well, I have a power that lets me have sex with anyone I want, in any way I want, as long as their tits are at or below a D cup. That's easy to leverage into pleasure for you, as long as yours truly benefits somehow."

Janine grimaces and looks a little skeptical. "Look, don't get me wrong, I'm all for that, but do you really expect me to buy that you can just... have any girl you want?"

"Would you ever let any guy besides me touch you the way I've touched you today?"

She stays quiet for a moment, then quietly says, "No, I wouldn't. And that would explain the girls at school, and why it was so normal. It's just... weird to think you can have almost anyone. But yeah, I can see it, there's not really any sexual scenario I can imagine you doing that you couldn't get away with."

You watch her hand slowly roll against her pussy as she thinks. Finally, she says, "Look, I'm not saying I believe you, but if I did, how would you have gotten that ability?"

You shrug, then say, "Some mad scientist or something gave it to me in a dream. Or maybe it wasn't a dream. I honestly don't know, I just know that I got thrust into a new world where almost everyone is perfectly fine with having sex with me."

"Hmm, I mean, you're full of bull, but at the same time I keep imagining what I would do if you tried to get sex with me or any of my friends, and there's nothing I can think of that I wouldn't be okay with. Even if I was embarrassed or something I would go along with it, and I'm sure almost anyone else would too."

"So what do you make of it?" you ask, then flick her exposed and sensitive nipple.

Janine gasps, flinching, then says, "Um, at the very least I'm down to go along with you. I still like, um, talking with you. If you can get me closer to some of these sexy women I'll be down, no questions asked. It'll be fun either way honestly, as long as you don't do anything without consent. I don't want to spend the next year in prison."

You pinch her nipple lightly, then smile and say, "Not even a sexy women's prison, where the girls only have a few items of clothing to put on or... forget?"

Janine bites her lip, her hand moving faster as she imagines what you said in her head. She grunts, "That's- ungh- great and all, but I'm more than happy getting an education and perving out on the campus grounds, thank you very much."

"Fair enough," you chuckle, feeling Janine's tit sway slowly in your lazily moving hand.

"Oh, Nat's close," Janine suddenly says, sitting up. You see her piston her hand faster, her eyes widening. It almost makes you want to touch yourself, but you manage to put the kibosh on that. Besides, if you really needed to get off again it's not like there weren't willing partners literally all around.

You squeeze Janine's tit one last time, then look up and follow her gaze.