No!

No, that's too far! I won't expose my shameful oversized melons to this loser nerd. He's getting a blowjob from the most desirable girl in his year in her house's toilet, and on her birthday! He should be grateful, not pushing for more!

"Mm mm". I hum the universally recognised noise for 'no' around his meat while continuing to fellate him.

"Awww." He sounds like a disappointed little child.

You're 18 years old. Grow the fuck up. I only think those words. Speaking them out loud isn't worth the Nasty points. I've probably gained enough just from refusing in the first place.

Now, back to the topic at hand. There was something I was supposed to be trying to work out how to stop doing, but I can't remember what. It was something sexual... I think.

Wait, why can't I remember?!

Oh for fuck's sake.

Understanding comes quickly. Refusing to allow Shawn to ogle at some big bare boobies while I suck his dick has taken my Nasty points back up across the Awareness threshold of my newest rule. I am probably still doing whatever it was that I usually would think is inappropriate, but the mental block that prevented me from considering it unusual is back.

What is it? Is it my hands on his thighs? No, I seem to be able to move them away normally. Am I doing something weird with my face? No, I can change where my eyes are looking, and all I'm doing with my mouth is helping him with his erection by giving him a blowjob. Could it be my chest? Something to do with my monster mammaries? No, I can remember that I happily just refused to let him see them.

It's impossible. Whatever it is, my brain is being magically prevented from thinking about it properly.

I still have a strong memory of finding it horrifying, and a concern that this won't be the last time it triggers. I recall having a horrifying thought that it could happen in front of all my party guests if I wasn't careful.

I need to know what it is.

I need to regain the Nice Points I just lost, and there's only one way to do that. Time for me to swallow some more of my pride.

Soon I'm not going to have any pride left.

Up comes my white longsleeved top, and then up come the cups of my bra.

There. I think silently. Here's my heavy honkers, all in their natural glory. Take them in, you lucky perv.

"Holy shit." He says.

Holy shit. I think, as awareness that GETTING MEN OFF BECAUSE YOU NOTICED THEIR ERECTION IS NOT NORMAL returns to my mind.

This is indeed really dangerous. I can't risk having my Nasty Points return to 90%. Otherwise what will happen if I notice an erection in the middle of the dance floor? I need to maintain full awareness of the rule so that I can minimise my chances of noticing an erection.

Meanwhile, the blowjob continues unabated. Despite my now fully functional cognizance of the situation, I still can't stop the sloppy action.

Shawn, on the other hand, can.

When he said "Holy Shit", it was a reaction to seeing my bountiful bosom. It was a strong reaction, reflecting his strong feelings. His strong feelings of being about to cum. I was too busy concentrating on the novel concept that maybe I should feel odd about using my body as an Automatic Erection Pleasure Centre that I hadn't fully appreciated how close he was until just now.

And now is too late to do anything about the fact that he has decided to pull out of my mouth and blow his load all over the exposed skin of my momentous milkers.

SHAWN WHAT THE F- I manage to swallow the words that want to burst forth from my mouth. Now is not the time for losing easy points.

"Nice shot." I compliment him, trying to sound happy about the fact that some undeserving poindexter just plastered my copious cleavage with his filthy seed.

I move to get some tissue paper and wipe myself down. The twerp has the nerve to block my hand.

"So you know how you enjoy the whole s-secret s-sexy s-stuff in public..." He stammers. "I r-really like that too. W-wouldn't it be really hot if you, like, kept it there? You just pull your top down and we go back to the party with my c-cum still on your t-tits?"

Shouldn't this motherfucker be in some kind of post-orgasm non-horny spell right now?! I'm quickly discovering that eighteen year old men and their bloody near-infinite libidos are fucking frustrating. And I can't believe he was even brave enough to ask that.

Even worse, since this is such a big ask from him, I have a feeling that there's a lot of Nice or Nasty points to be gained based on my decision.

But, this is too far, right? I'm wearing white for God's sake. I can't go back out into my party with a cumstain slowly seeping through the chest area of my top.

...Can I?