Time to move

The two slowly made their way between two houses, passing through their shared side yards. David prayed nobody would be out to see him and his naked pal bouncing across the suburban sprawl. The thoughts of what kind of trouble they might land in distracted him for a moment, and in that split second, David caught his good foot on a rock.

"WOAH! AH! AHH!" David groaned as he caught himself on his bad foot and nearly lost his balance, but was steadied quickly by Laylah, who took the arm around her shoulder and pulled it more forward, stopping his fall but... bringing his hand right over her breast. Not thinking during his almost-fall, he had grabbed onto it, the soft flesh squeezed under his palm and fingers, her nipple rubbing right up against the skin between his middle and ring finger.

"Jeez that was close. You good, man?" Laylah asked, seemingly uncaring that she was currently being groped again.

"Y-yeah. thanks... uh...." David said as he let go of Laylah's breast which dropped down a little and jiggled a bit when he did so, "S-sorry."

"It's alright." Laylah said, blushing a little, "A good reminder that we BOTH need to get home."

"True that." David agreed, "I'll try to be quick."

"Just don't fall like that again, you might rip my boob off!" she laughed, the sudden crassness made David laugh too.

the pair locked in and got a good rhythm going. step-hop-step-hop-step-hop.

"Hey Laylah..."

"Yeah?"

"sorry I couldn't warn you about your clothes in time."

Laylah looked down at her naked body and sighed, "yeah, well, sorry I kept brushing you off and yelling at you. I shoulda listened. I was just so... gah I don't know. Overly determined?"

"Understatement. You were so locked in you didn't even feel you clothes coming off. That Runner's High is a helluva drug."

"It wasn't just the runners high I was.... mad."

"Yeah, a little. I was bugging you about an uncomfortable subject though. No girl likes it when a dude won't stop talking about her boobs. That shit's embarrassing."

"Yeah, well it wasn't just that either. I was mad cuz I've been trying really hard lately. To lose weight, you know? That stupid bra breaking made me feel like I was gunna lose my momentum and I'd quit and be a tub of lard forever."

"Laylah, you're not a tub of lard."

"I am! I've really let myself go, David." She broke her hold on David's arm briefly to lift her belly with her hand and jiggle it for emphasis. It was noticeable, sure, but nothing crazy, if anything, it was just as charming and appealing as the rest of her.

"you got some baby fat, but I can tell you with confidence that you are not, in fact, a tub of lard, Laylah. You look great!"

"You're just saying that."

"Laylah, you've been naked for the last half hour. I'm literally telling you, with visual proof, that you are not fat."

Laylah blushed as she looked down at her swaying breasts and nude body, "You.... raise a fair point."

David frowned and stopped ogling his friend. She was naked in public and here she was helping him limp to her house. He tightened his grip around her and said, "C'mon. Let's double the pace, we need to get you dressed."

Laylah smiled as she matched David's new hopping speed.

"You're a good friend, Laylah."

"You too, David."