Veronica and her good, trusted friend

"I'm sorry, WHAT?" John shook his head, clearing out the morning haze. He was a reasonably athletic college guy, sure, but wasn't this a bit early? Who knocks on someone's door and says THAT?

Veronica just sighed. "I... I'm pretty sure I have AGS. Absolute Gullibility Syndrome. And I'm scared. I didn't know who else to go to."

Veronica stood in front of John, arms held in front of her as if to shield her body. She was a tiny, well-built woman - a bit of a short-stack with short dark brown hair. She had known John her entire life, had grown up with him. She trusted him more than anyone else, at times. Definitely more than her last batch of foster parents. Now that they were in college, the two of them were still the best of friends. She was the best wingman he could ask for, and he was her best partner-in-crime. Everyone knew they were a matched pair - but they weren't a relationship in any way.

"My roommate made me take a test she found online. It was a 2-hour oral exam - my tongue *still* hurts, but the results were conclusive. She read off the prognosis while I was taking the test. I was a bit distracted while she was talking to me - apparently, if I stopped licking her clit for even a few moments, I had to restart the test from the beginning. It was really kind of her to help me out like that. But I... I'm scared. All the advice tells me to go and hide, then find some way of continuing to live normally while hiding my disorder. It says that... it says that I've got a 99.9% chance of being someone's lifelong **** by the end of the month! And that's if I'm lucky, frankly. There are so many awful, horrible things that are probably going to happen... Fuck. Help. Please?"

"Your roommate... found a test online, you said. And she had you lick her clit for 2 hours to verify your AGS status?" Veronica nodded. "Well, shit. Off to a good start, huh? She held your head down and ground her pussy into your face until she squirted, then called it a test."

"I mean... yeah? That's part of the test. That's what happened."

John frowned. This was... wow. This was a lot to take in. "No, Veronica." He put his hand on her arm. "I was just trying to explain. No. What actually happened was... your roommate just decided to sexually **** you in your confused state."

"You mean she did things to me while I was taking that test? Without me noticing?"

"NO! Listen! She LIED to you. That was not a test."

"She... wait... no... I... get it. That makes sense. It's so hard to see, but if I just... uuugggh... focus on the fact that I trust *you* more than *her,* I can see how she assaulted me. Sorta. I believe you, at least."

"Well, shit. If that wasn't a test, then I may not have AGS after all, then?"

I rolled my eyes at her.

"Yeah. Fine." Her eyes fell. "Well now what?"

She shrugged. "Ummm... I don't know. Quick! Tell me something ridiculous that I shouldn't believe."

"The sky is green."

"Yeah, of course it is. But tell me something I should doubt."

"You... should have doubted that. Yeah. You have AGS, it seems pretty clear. The sky is blue. And it didn't just turn from green to blue while I was speaking, either, I lied when I said it was green. Literally because you had asked me to, one second prior. And you still didn't notice." Veronica's eyes fell. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. What was she going to... "At least you came to me. It sounds like it'll be hard to find someone to trust? If your roommate is any indication, at least. I haven't done much reading on the topic, but this AGS shit has been all over the news. There are a lot of... erm... I don't know what to call it when the person at the center of a **** orgy is claiming to totally consent. But it's weird out there. It seems actually pretty dangerous. It doesn't take but a second for someone to say 'oh no, your nipples are burning and the only way to put them out is to have someone else rub them' or something."

"OW! Jesus fuck, they really are!" Veronica's eyes shot open. Before John could react, she was pulling her shirt off.

"Could you do it, then? I just need you to rub them." She pushed her shirt down around her hips, and stared at him with alarm. "Please? Can you help me?" John's eyes flew open. That was a hypothetical! That's all it took?

Slowly, his eyes moved down to her chest. He froze.

John just stared at her. At her tits. He'd known her for 20 years, and he'd never... his eyes trailed across the rest of her body for a moment. He briefly stared at her legs, her ass, her stomach, her lips... He'd never seen his friend this way, and images kept flashing into his mind. His cock, sliding into...

"I don't.... this doesn't..." He stammered.

"Fuck! This hurts so bad. Please! Could you rub my nipples? PLEASE??" She held her breasts up for him, cupping them with her hands in desperation, even starting to sort of kneel so get her nipples closer to his hands. "PLEASE??"

John stared at this woman, begging him to play with her nipples. This was so, so easy to accidentally do. It was hard to even recognize Veronica like this.

He reached out, and gently cupped his childhood friend's tits. He stared at her in the eyes as he gently rubbed each nipple for her. He started at the outside edges, holding her eye contact as he made a slow spiral on each. She looked like she was absolutely melting. As he slowly got to the middle, he pinched a little bit, which made her jump - which made her pull away from his pinch, which made it hurt even more. She gave an embarrassed smile to him.

It was only after that John realized that he could have just told Veronica that her tits didn't burn. He hadn't thought of it! He was... he was really confident that he believed that. He had just gotten carried away, right? She had literally been holding up her nipples to his hands. It wasn't his fau-

"Oh god. That feels so much better. Thank you. Okay, that was... weird, there. I'm really sorry. What... ummm... what are we going to do about this AGS?" Veronica seemed... oddly nonchalant about this, for some reason. Different, a little, from her usual self? They'd never really discussed sex that much. John hadn't brought it up, and she hadn't either. He guessed he hadn't ever seen this side of her before. Maybe this was just sorta normalish, in her eyes.

John sighed. "Come on inside. We'll work this out together. I'm afraid... this may end up being too much for me. I'll help you out, though." He hesitated for just a moment. "Put your shirt back on, come on."

John wanted to do the best he could to help out his friend.

But... well... he was having trouble walking with this raging hard-on he had right now, too.