Eve, your girlfriend

A familiar voice calls out your name, "John! I'm so glad to finally see you!"

Eve's voice draws your attention away from your phone and you look up, immediately confronted by her perky tits bouncing as she runs up to give you a kiss. A sight you've soon a couple times before, now open to the world. Her blonde hair hanged down to the top of her breasts, hiding nothing. You first to instinct is to admire her body, toned by hours and hours of tennis practice, but then recall that she has her tits out. You're rendered speechless as so many warring thoughts and emotions race through you. The first thing you notice is her toplessness, then when she's hugging you, you see other female students around the shop also topless. Confusion almost paralyzes you as Eve grabs your hand to bring you over to the table she claimed with three chairs sitting around it, all empty. You numbly sit down in one of the chairs opposite Eve as she begins to talk about...something. You can't seem to process the words as you assemble your wits.

"Uhhhh...Eve. Where the hell is your top?" you ask a little too loudly. A couple of guys nearby look over at the sound but get lost while staring at your girlfriend's breasts, causing a spike of jealousy in you.

She stops mid-sentence with a confused look on her face, "What? It's that new federal law from last year that all girls have to be topless around campus. Don't you remember?" She sounds more concerned than anything.

"Eve...what the hell are you talking about? I saw some chick outside without her shirt or bra on, but figured that was some sort of expression of art or protest or whatever. Is this some sort of trick?" you ask her.

"No John, it's just the rules, you know that! Are you sure you're feeling ok?" more concern oozes from her face as she scans yours for signs of illness. Before you can answer, someone joins you.