Pretty badly

While the two friends walked in silence, John's thoughts were immediately brought back to this morning’s incident with the genie. He silently cursed himself for getting side tracked, momentarily forgetting his power to change the world. A brief squeeze confirmed he was still holding Helena’s hand and he panicked.

Since the distraction with the racing car, had he accidently changed something? When he had tried his powers against Helena back home, it hadn’t worked; so logic would dictate that it wouldn’t have worked here either. But, thinking back on their conversation, not once had he said something that wasn’t true, so he would have actually had no way to test whether his powers were triggered.

Worried, he cast a glance Helena’s way in an attempt to access the situation. First, he tried to deduce whether or not she was still angry by looking at her face.

Regretfully, he had always had a harder time reading a girl’s facial expressions, the bandana they wore over their lips making it difficult to fully know their moods. It was easier with guys, since you could see the entirety of their faces.

While he couldn’t know if she was still angry or not, he was glad to see she was still wearing her bandana. Just like how a man’s dick is deemed too tied with sex to be exposed, girls are taught at a young age to cover their mouths due to the sexual connotation associated with them. Normally, they go to separate rooms in order to deal with matters pertaining to their mouths in absolute privacy, this including eating and general dental care. However, most bandanas had a little slit that allowed for small object such as straws or snacks to be consumed, on the off chance a girl didn’t find herself near a girl’s room.

As he quickly scanned the rest of her body, he breathed a deep sigh of relief, happy that his hunch was correct and that he hadn’t changed anything. Helena was still behaving like a regular girl, her entire body completely naked save for her stylized bandana, which made up the entirety of her swim suit.

If Helena had been wearing anything else, he would have been concerned. But, he noticed that her tits were exposed, happily bouncing along with her step, with her nipples slightly erected in the cold breeze. Her toned stomach and long legs swayed with her hips, her ass jiggling behind her. And in front, a dark patch of hair covered her pussy.

She was without a doubt very beautiful. But what truly turned him on was the mouth she kept on hiding from him. During their friendship, he had only seen it once and it was a very frequent guest in his fantasies.

He held his gaze on the mass of pubic hair covering her crotch however, curious as to why she hadn’t shaved it yet. With the summer approaching, he thought Helena would have started styling her pussy in the way most girls do during the warmer months.

His eyes scanned up back to her bouncing tits. As he eyed them, he wondered if Helena would let him play with them once he got to the beach. Despite their connotation with reproduction, boobs were always fun to play with.

Helena noticed how silent her friend was being, all thoughts of the jock incident out of her mind. She looked up to catch him eyeing her breasts.

“Huh, John…” she started, feeling self-conscious despite her trust in him, “is there something on my boobs?”

“No, no” he replied, his eyes unmoving. “I’m just watching them bounce.”

She seemed visibly relieved at that. “Oh good! For a second, I thought you’d noticed how pale they are. I didn’t get enough sun this winter.”

“Oh shush” he said, looking back up to her and smiling. “Your tits are just as beautiful as always. In fact…” he let go of her hand, moving his own to her boob and grabbed it, making it jiggle before pinching her nipple, “I’d love to play with them when we get to the beach.”

At his ministration, she bit her lip and moaned, the action covered by her bandana. He caught the movement it made on the fabric however, which caused a small wave of arousal to course through him.

Fighting the sudden pleasure, she pushed his hand away, giving him a playful look. “Stop that! You’ll turn me on and I don’t want to walk the rest of the way with a wet pussy. You can touch them when we get there.”

As she finished, she rushed ahead of him, signaling she was going to run the rest of the way.

“Come on, hurry! We’re almost there!”

He ran after her, eager to hit the beach with his crush.