Lucy 2: Finding a witness to check out some squashed boobies shouldn’t be too hard, right?

Lucy had thought about the logistics of the next step a lot over the past few minutes, and Sophie was right. Lucy said, “Yup! They walk by, they see the boobs, they stick around for the show. Sounds simple to me.” Lucy tried to sound brave and ready to show her titties to a complete stranger, because that had clearly just gone so well only a couple minutes ago.

“There’s one right now!” yelled Faith.

Sure enough, a middle-aged woman walking her dog was approaching their house, going from left to right.

Everyone scrambled around to get in position. Mia and Faith sat on the back of the couch, facing the window. Faith made sure to keep her toes down and Mia didn’t want to cause any clumsiness calamities, so they both stayed back with Faith still on timing duties. Sophie crouched under the main window, spying on the woman as she approached. Lucy ran over to the front door and prepared to turn her titties vertical when Sophie signaled her.

As soon as the woman was in view, Sophie gave a silent hand sign like she was an action hero in a spy movie.

Lucy got the message and bent at the waist, uncomfortably tilting her torso and jamming her boobs into the thin window by the door. It wasn’t wide enough for her whole torso, so she had to work to get situated for this window. Once hard nipple met hard glass, she repeated her quiet hum, using that as an outlet so she wouldn’t moan out loud.

Faith timed, Sophie looked out, Mia sat there, and Lucy counted the seconds.

The position made it hard to stay still, so Lucy ended up teetering a bit, inadvertently rubbing her nipples up or down a couple inches each time.

“Okay, she’s still there. Her dog is going potty. She’s still there… She’s still there…” narrated Sophie, updating everyone on the woman’s status.

Faith’s timer ran out, and Lucy got up to scramble over to the big window.

“Aaand she’s gone,” said Sophie.

“Gone??” asked Lucy.

“Yeah, I don’t think she ever even saw you,” answered Sophie, as if there was nothing she could have done or said before this moment.

“And you didn’t think to mention that??” asked Lucy in a huff. It came off a little angry to the other three, but she knew it was just because she was currently holding two very happy nubs that were begging for her to do more than just hold them.

Sophie apologized, Faith chipped in that “She doesn’t know what she missed,” and Lucy spoke the new updated plan out loud. Her plan was exactly what they just did, but make sure that the person sees her. Then they repeat in the big window.

In a surprisingly helpful turn, Mia pointed out that it would be much easier to reverse that process. She indicated that the window by the door was blurry, probably making it hard to even make anything out at first glance.

Lucy agreed, impressed that Mia would help her, and amended the plan. She crouched under the main window and spied with Sophie, planning to do the main window first and the thin window after.

A man on a bicycle zipped down the street. Lucy pounced up, mashed her boobs into the window, whimpered at the feeling, and loudly knocked on the window to get his attention.

He noticed immediately, but was going way too fast to enjoy such a view. He turned his neck as he rolled by, but had to correct his course as he hurtled toward Mia and Lucy’s trash can. He almost biffed it, barely managed to avoid crashing, and continued on his way.

“He didn’t even stop!” shouted Faith, who then squeaked and slammed her widespread legs shut.

“He almost died,” corrected Mia.

“Yeah, maybe avoid murdering any cyclists…” said Sophie.

“Not a bad way to go, though. **** by mashed po-titties,” said Faith. Everyone laughed then went back to waiting for Lucy’s next prey.

When Lucy was done laughing she felt so happy. She may have been going through what was basically a nightmare scenario, but these girls had seemingly accepted her and were joking around with her like she was just one of them. Even Mia seemed to be coming around. The fake bravery she invoked for this challenge was working the way she wanted. Now it was just a matter of not dropping the ball. Lucy redoubled her determination.

“I’m locked in,” the gamer muttered to herself with renewed confidence, ready to beat this challenge at any cost.

Their neighborhood had one of those big square metal communal mailboxes shared by all the houses on the street. It just so happened that Lucy’s next prey walked out from somewhere to their right, and walked diagonally across the street toward the mailbox about two houses away to the left. Lucy planned on alerting her on her way back, and bounced on her toes in anticipation. When she turned around, Lucy realized where she came from.

Relative to the way they were currently facing toward the street, their next door neighbor on the right side was Mrs. Peacegoode. She had white hair and was walking through the street wearing a simple gown, like something someone might wear to dress up for dinnertime in the 1930’s. Lucy knew her as the standoffish and easily annoyed local librarian. She and Mia had usually avoided Mrs. Peacegoode at all costs. What few times they had crossed paths with the judgemental old bat had ended poorly to say the least.

Lucy had gone to the library a few times to peruse their manga section. She remembered using the bathroom there one day and reading a new nickname for the librarian written on the wall. The near-hieroglyphic scrawling had seemingly been around for decades, if not even longer. Half of the world seemed to use it, but never to her face, including both Mia and Lucy ever since Lucy visited that bathroom.

Lucy wondered how her life had come to this? How could she actually be thinking of showing her titties to Mrs. PeesGood?

But Lucy didn’t have a choice. The sunk cost of the rest of this challenge couldn’t be for nothing, and this might be her last chance to catch someone alone. The next person could have a whole squad nearby, or maybe there wouldn’t be a good target if everyone zipped by like the bike guy. And frankly, Lucy had a nagging thought in the back of her mind that if she let this opportunity slip, she might just lose her cool and chicken out of all future people that would walk by.

As soon as Mrs. PeesGood was in front of her house, Lucy attacked. She mumbled to herself, “Ohhh… Why’d I have to say ‘at any cost’?” then pressed her boobs into the glass and slapped the window loudly while waving her arms. Lucy hadn’t had time to cool down after the two recent failed squashes, so her nipples were at the tingliest they’d been so far. No amount of humming or lip-biting could keep her quiet this time. Luckily, she could cover up the full volume moans by really smacking the window loudly.

Mrs. PeesGood looked up at the window as if she thought someone was being murdered. When it turned out to be one of the floozie harlots who lived next door flaunting herself toplessly in the window, she immediately turned from concern to outrage.

Faith started the timer as Mrs. Peacegoode’s show started. The older woman started yelling at them through their closed window. “Ohhhh, I sooo wish we could hear what she was saying,” said Faith with a mischievous troublemaking grin on her face.

Sophie was crouched under the window with just her eyes peeking over the edge. Mia and Faith were still sitting on the couch behind Lucy.

When Mia realized they were in full view of the window, she hopped up and zipped around the couch to dive behind it. She didn’t want their judgemental neighbor to know she was part of this!

Faith just smiled and enjoyed the show. She wished she had some popcorn, and paid full attention to the scene unfolding before her. The full splits she was doing on her tiptoes on the back of the couch did not occur to her, nor the view it provided anyone who looked past Lucy.

At that moment, less than 10 seconds in, two things happened.

Mia stepped a bit wider than intended, and the hole in her leggings hooked on the corner of the coffee table. She dove forward, bringing her leggings with her, but the table stayed put. The hole grew from a 1 inch wide split from thigh to calf, to a 1 inch wide split from thigh all the way down past her ankle. The pant leg uselessly flopped on the right side of her left leg. She still had short shorts on, and the cream-colored leggings were still connected up near that, but the left side of them had been reduced to a sideways cape for her leg.

Mia didn’t assess the damage yet and just peeked over the couch. She explained who it was to Faith and Sophie, and even told them about Mrs. PeesGood’s nickname.

The other thing that happened at that moment, had Mrs. PeesGood looking to her left. Another person approached, and she shouted at them and pointed at Lucy. All of the girls recognized this person, especially Sophie.

The jogger from earlier slowed to a stop next to the angry old woman. She ran in place and seemed to laugh at what the old woman was saying, but none of the girls could hear her.

“Oh, they’re harmless, you don’t need to get the police involved,” said the jogger. She had headed back this way on her evening jog to check if these ‘floozie harlots’, as this lady called them, were up to anything else. The jogger expected to disappointingly go right past their house, and didn’t at all anticipate a second show.

Mrs. Peacegoode wasn’t having any of it. She ranted to the jogger about them committing indecent exposure. The jogger couldn’t get a word in edgewise.

Faith’s timer ran out. She signalled Lucy, who flew over to the front door, her boobies flopping and buzzing with feeling. She bent, twisted, shoved her boobs into the tall thin window, and groaned in sexual frustration.

Lucy had received far too much stimulation in a short amount of time, and she felt like she was about to lose her mind. She couldn’t hold still anymore and slowly rubbed her boobs up and down, rocking at the waist a few inches at a time while audibly mewling. To hide the sound, she desperately double slapped the window above and below her chest.

Lucy so desperately wanted to lose herself and paw at her chest until these feelings welled up in her and she could scream out in ecstasy, but her modesty miraculously still won out.

With her mind deadset on the twofold goal of controlling herself and hiding the fact that she is struggling to control herself, Lucy didn’t have any remaining brain power for the task at hand. The window was blurry, and her head extended past its thin frame anyways. So, besides the fact that Faith hadn’t announced that she restarted the timer, Lucy had no idea what was going on outside.

“Show’s over lady. No cops necessary,” said the jogger.

Mrs. Peacegoode stomped back toward her house, grumbling to herself.

The jogger continued her journey.

Neither of them saw Lucy in the blurry window.

Sophie, Faith, and Mia saw what was happening, and looked at each other. Lucy was face-to-wall and rubbing her boobs up and down the window, blissfully unaware that her audience was leaving.

Sophie was the closest and watching from the side, so she was the only one that noticed just how hard Lucy was squishing her boobs into the glass. Her face was red and her eyes were shut tight, and Sophie could tell that Lucy was really, really worked up. Sophie’s face flushed, thinking about what Lucy must be feeling right now. Sophie took one last look at Miss Tiptoes and Clumsy McGee, and knew it was up to her to save the pink-faced and pink-haired girl’s challenge from failure.

Sophie held up her pants and exited the front door, telling Faith to wait on the timer until she got their attention.

“Hey! Wait! You… need to see this? Oh geez… It’s a dare?” Sophie said, failing to come up with a plan on the fly and stumbling over her words. The jogger had shown up late to the first window, so Sophie needed Mrs. Peacegoode to witness Lucy. The younger woman was totally optional.

Sophie made it all the way out to the sidewalk before the ladies turned around. Sophie didn’t know what to say, but luckily the jogger took over.

“Look, they’re still going!” the jogger said, pointing out the tall window to Sophie as if she just walked up from down the street. She winked at Sophie, then when the older woman was distracted she squinted and shook her head inquisitively.

Mrs. Peacegoode walked back up to them, and continued her tirade about public indecency. Sophie was glad that she didn’t seem to think Sophie had just exited the house she was raging about.

Sophie saw Faith start the timer and signal Lucy through the main window.

As the librarian ranted, the jogger whispered off to the side at Sophie. “I see you found some pants this time,” she said.

Sophie just nodded and blushed more, remembering her bottomless sprint from earlier.

“And now your friend is… doing what exactly?” the jogger asked. She looked very intrigued.

“It’s… a dare. She needs Mrs. PeesGood to watch her for thirty seconds,” Sophie whispered back.

It had probably been fifteen at that point when Mrs. Peacegoode said, “I’ll go use my landline to call the cops.”

She took one step away before the jogger nodded to Sophie and spoke up, “No, it’s okay I’ll use my cell! You keep an eye on them to make sure they don’t go running out the back!”

Mrs. Peacegoode agreed, and didn’t really notice the Looney Tunes-esque turn that the jogger had taken over the last few seconds. Honestly, she hadn’t been listening to her at all until now. Mrs. Peacegoode crossed her arms and tapped her foot while staring at two blurry sideways boobies stacked on top of each other, vertically flanked by two slapping hands.

The jogger stepped off to the side, holding her phone to her head.

“No, wait,” said Sophie, but the jogger did a ‘zip it’ hand motion.

Meanwhile, Lucy was battling her arousal for supremacy over her body. Her sensitive chest begged her to do more than just squash into the glass. Twisting, pulling, groping, playing. Lucy’s body quivered in anticipation of what she might do next. She met her needs halfway, appeasing her desires a little, by rocking up and down the window much further than before. She rubbed her throbbing nipples up and down the window like she was polishing it.

Lucy whimpered, wondering what she looked like to the other three girls inside. She hadn’t registered that Sophie exited the house right next to her.

Faith and Mia actually weren’t paying Lucy any attention at all. They were both seated behind her, so they only saw Lucy’s topless back. The scene outside was much more interesting to them.

Sophie, the strange jogger lady from earlier, and Mrs. Peacegoode all stood at the end of the driveway, about 20 feet away from the front door and the front window.

Mia was still cowering behind the couch. Mrs. Peacegoode locked eyes with Faith. Her disdainful gaze went down below Faith’s waist, and her face somehow morphed to be even snootier. Faith followed her gaze and finally realized that she was basically doing the splits on the back of the couch. One leg was draped in front of the middle of the couch, and her other leg was draped over one side, so Faith had actually gone further than a typical split.

Faith used her arms to slam her legs together, hiding her panties from view, and fell back on the couch to hide the rest of herself from view. She flopped over and righted herself after a few seconds. Suddenly finding herself in that position was jarring, but Faith was most surprised by the fact that she hadn’t even felt herself move into this position. She figured that the punishment made her unaware of it, but that wasn’t a fun revelation.

The timer finally ticked down to zero, and Faith announced it to Lucy.

Lucy stopped dragging her boobs up and down the window, and collapsed onto the floor. She breathed hard and stared at the ceiling. Her heaving chest and diamond-hard nipples desperately pleaded for her attention. She kept her hands at her sides, afraid that she’d lose control if she covered her sensitive breasts. Now that she was much more experienced with the subject, Lucy knew she wasn’t actually in danger of orgasming from just window squashing, but it definitely got her damn close. If she was alone, she’d only be a few tweaks and gropes away from a much desired climax.

Outside, Sophie survived a few more moments of Mrs. Peacegoode ranting and then the timer was up. The blurry squashed pancake titties dropped out of view, and the jogger said, “Oh, sorry, I guess I don’t have a signal. Looks like they’re gone. I guess we don’t need to call the cops after all. I bet they’d just get a slap on the wrist anyways. Kids these days.”

Mrs. Peacegoode seemed appeased by the logic and couldn’t actually interrupt because the jogger talked so fast. The machine gun rapid fire approach of spouting things she wanted to hear seemed to work on the older woman. She nodded, thanked them, and told them to keep their eyes peeled, then walked home thirty feet away.

“No problem, Mrs. PeesGood!” called the jogger as the librarian entered her home. She stopped in her doorway and gave the evilest scowl back at the two of them, narrowed her eyes, then faded into her home and closed the door.

The jogger gave Sophie a look like ‘what’s her problem?’

Sophie informed her that it was a nickname and the jogger said, “Ohhhhh I was wondering why she had such a weird name. Anyways, have fun with your little game! Hope to see you around the neighborhood again!” She jogged back the way she originally came almost twenty minutes ago.

Sophie held onto her pants and saw a couple of blinds get pulled down in one of Mrs. PeesGood’s window. As soon as Sophie looked that way, the blinds returned to normal. Sophie felt like she was being watched, so she skedaddled back into the house.

As Lucy laid on the ground, Faith tiptoed over and draped Lucy’s white blouse over her naked torso. Faith said, “Nice job,” placed Lucy’s bra next to her, and returned to the couch.

Mia was watching from the couch, happy that PeesGood was gone. As Faith draped the thin white shirt over Lucy’s heaving chest, it was tented at two very prominent and hard points. Mia squinted suspiciously at Lucy, but was distracted from that train of thought as Sophie dramatically reentered the house.