Start jogging.

As you make your way down the streets, you wonder just how her breasts are remaining in that top. The odd person you do see on the street seem to be just as enthralled, causing you to wonder if this girl is just completely oblivious to everybody or not. Her shorts barely clothe her rear when you watch from behind, and her red top barely covers her chest when you watch from the front. And from the side, it's such as bad. You find it difficult to run with such tightness in your own shorts.

Finally, after several moments of watching her body move, she takes a break by sitting on a bench in a tiny empty park.

You look over her, and want nothing more than to place her face on her chest, and tug the straps of that tantalisingly tiny top off her shoulders. It's starting to become unbearable to be around her twenty-four seven. Could you even last another night of her snuggling up against you, barely clothed? You've never had to put up with such tension for so long.

"What are you thinking about?" she asks.

"Oh. Just how pretty you are, Kimi."

In your head, that sounded completely ordinary, but in reality, you might have just given yourself away. Quickly, you panic and try to save yourself, but she seems completely overjoyed.

"Really? I'm so glad. I thought maybe you thought I was ugly, with how much you keep looking away."

"No, no. Of course not."

"That's good to hear. I thought that because you didn't like girls, you'd think my body was gross." He wraps her hands around the bottoms of her beasts, and pushes them up, and nearly right out the top of her tank top. "Like, you probably think these are weird."

"Y-Yeah. Really weird, but pretty!"

She drops her hands, allowing them to bounce free within the top again. "Thank you, John. I think you're cute too. I kind of wish you weren't--... Nevermind. Hey. We should head back soon."

"Sure. That sounds good to me."