Dressed and Depressed

Author's note: This story stands on its own, but some parts may sound familiar if you've read Lecher's Local, the first story in Spacey's Salacious Situations. Go check that story out if you like seeing how things intertwine!

Kit squinted as she held up her first ensemble: a neon yellow mesh top, an orange microskirt, leg warmers, and a scrunchie.

She swapped it for the safer pick: a powder blue miniskirt and an orange tube top. And the scrunchie, she decided, but skipping the leg warmers. It was still plenty fun and sexy, but not really eye-catching at a place like PB's J.

All of the colors looked good against her tanned skin and worked well with both the natural blonde portion of her hair and the dip dyed green ends. It was the rest of her that Kit worried about.

"Kit, you about ready?" Aspen called, sticking her head through the door.

"Almost, just don't know which outfit to go with."

Aspen stepped in the rest of the way with Naomi behind her.

Kit watched the pair in her mirror and felt a familiar pang. She didn't always envy her friends, but right now their very presence only emphasized her insecurity. Both girls were beautiful--hotter than her--in their own ways.

Aspen was tall, with slender limbs and hazel eyes. Her chestnut hair had the kind of volume that couldn't be gained through product alone. She wore a white crop top that tied in the front and a tight red skirt. Somehow, the white and red contrast emphasized a curvaceous allure that should have been impossible with Aspen's willowy body.

Naomi was a little shorter than Kit with hair like dried blood. Her big eyes were such a pale blue that they almost looked silver. She also wore a tie-front crop top and a skirt, but hers were a matching wine red. Naomi's bubbly hourglass form was so perfect that Kit could basically see the sand running from bust to butt.

"How do I look?" Naomi asked, twisting to show off everything Kit's green eyes could already see.

Aspen grabbed Naomi's fingers then lifted their hands high with a swoosh, leading the giggling Naomi into a waltz twirl.

"You sure you've never been clubbing? That outfit is perfect!" Aspen gushed.

Kit sighed. "It looks great, Nay." She let both of her arms drop and looked at herself in the mirror, naked except for a plain bra and cotton panties.

Not thin, not thick, not curvy, not slender--the worst of both worlds. She had bigger tits than Aspen, sure, but they weren't perky like Aspen's or full like Naomi's. Her last boyfriend had called them banana tits.

Her butt was fine.

Her waist was fine.

Her face was fine.

Averages all the way down.

Aspen rolled her eyes. "Sounds like you mean it."

Kit shook the outfits in front of her. "I just wish I could nail my look like you two."

The other two girls crowded Kit as they examined her in the mirror.

"It's a club, not a rave," Aspen said, raising Kit's arm so the mesh top outfit was on display.

"So?" Kit responded.

"Well, it'll really show off your... " Naomi started.

"My tube boobs?" Kit asked.

Naomi looked down, cheeks splotched with red.

"Some guys love those, Kit," Aspen said.

"Just some guys?" Kit said with a squint.

"Some guys... and me," Aspen said, reaching around and bouncing Kit's tits with her open hands.

"Yo!" Kit laughed, booty bouncing Aspen away.

Aspen laughed and grabbed the mesh top outfit. "Maybe we save this for a crazier night?"

Kit felt the cold grip in her stomach.

"Maybe I'm feeling crazy tonight, though," she said calmly, picking up the top.

"But... " Naomi said quietly, "what bra would go with that?"

"I got some pasties."

The other girls glanced at each other.

"What? You think they won't cover my weird-ass, puffy nipples?"

Naomi looked away again, but Aspen stepped forward and hugged Kit.

"We just want you to have fun tonight."

Kit took a deep breath before letting her head rest on Aspen's shoulder.

Her friends didn't want her to get hurt. She knew that. But the fact that they thought Kit showing off would cause the hurt... well, that hurt in exactly the same way.

"Fine, fine, fine," she breathed into her friend's collarbone.

"What was that?"

Kit pulled back and forced a smile.

"I'll try it this one night, and if it sucks, I'll put it away until we try a rave."

Aspen looked at Kit for a moment.

Then she pushed Kit onto the bed with a laugh. "Hurry up then, we don't have all night!"

Kit laughed and rolled to smack Aspen's ass before she could escape.

"We literally do!"

***

The music vibrated deeply in Kit's chest and the flashing lights clothed her bare skin. Bodies bumped together, both with and without intent as hundreds of feet scuffed the floor.

The overstimulation was intoxicating, and Kit closed her eyes and lost herself in the dizzy sensation, swaying and jerking to the music along with everyone around her. In a world like this, where light and sound were so abundant as to become meaningless, things like outfits and imperfect jugs seemed so irrelevant.

I don't even care if no one--

Someone started grinding into her from behind. Something fluttered in Kit's chest as she imagined a pale guy with messy black hair and a mostly unbuttoned shirt biting his lip and rocking into her with easy strokes.

The flutter came back in a completely different way when the guy shrank into a chubby dude with a bowl cut.

Kit glanced back to see if she needed to reel or cut the line.

Definitely reel.

It was Naomi, who burst out laughing at Kit's shocked expression. She yelled something.

"What?" Kit called back.

Naomi tried again, but the music was too loud, so she just pointed at Aspen. Aspen looked up and to the side in that way that says, "Aren't I an angel?"

Kit laughed and started grinding back into Naomi, who suddenly realized the tables had not only been turned, but against her from the start.

They could almost hear Aspen's belly laugh as the crowd around them surged and pushed Naomi into Kit even more. With the crowd thick around them, Kit couldn't ease up on her timid friend. She felt the heat of Naomi's crotch pressed up against her own.

Lost in the music and the moment, she let herself really grind on Naomi, their squishy lower lips biting at each other through the thin fabrics.

When the crowd parted enough, Naomi hopped away and almost fell.

Coming down from the high of her arousal, Kit helped Naomi up with a wolfish grin.

"Collusion," Naomi griped as they sat at the relative quiet of the bar.

Aspen caught herself on Naomi's shoulders as she laughed.

Kit leaned in to be heard over the din and said, "Nothing was planned, Aspen just knew I'd do that."

Naomi rolled her eyes but smiled all the same.

"What should I order?" Naomi asked.

Kit and Aspen looked at each other, then laughed again. Kit stopped when she saw the annoyed and hurt look on Naomi's face.

"You don't order anything, hot stuff," Kit said. "You hang around the bar and wait for a guy to buy one for you."

"Oh," Naomi said sheepishly.

Aspen reined in her giggles and gave Naomi a sisterly kiss on the head. "It's ok, it took us a few times to figure it out, too!"

"Just seems a little..." Naomi faltered.

"Manipulative?" Aspen said at the same time Kit said "Bitchy?"

"Manipulative," Naomi affirmed, giving Kit the side eye.

"Nah," Aspen said, drawing Naomi's attention, "it makes the guys feel better about the awful things they want to do to us. And..." she smiled coyly, "makes us feel a little bit better for letting them do it!"

"Win win," Kit laughed.

Naomi sputtered as her head swiveled between her two friends before she finally found the words. "I think I'll just buy my own drinks tonight!"

When Naomi left for the bathroom, Aspen scooted in.

"So what do you think? Ugly duck syndrome or something?"

"Probably," Kit said, leaning both elbows on the bar. "She's way too cute to be so shy."

Aspen nodded absently. "Yeah. Just hope she can hang!"

Now Kit nodded absently as a memory played in her head. Her first time at the club, the flashing lights and the lung collapsing volume of the music. The way the guys had looked at her, the shy ones brushing up against her, the bolder ones stepping in to dance with her.

The corner of her mouth floated up as she remembered the first time a guy had offered to buy her a drink. She looked into his dark eyes, trying to see if there was anything that proved he was trustworthy there.

She hadn't found anything in those eyes, but let him buy the drink anyway.

"What'll you have?"

"I dunno, anything you think is good."

"Hey, you there?"

Kit blinked as she realized the question hadn't come from her memory, but from the bartender.

"Jeez, Owen, you scared me!"

The bartender's smile left as soon as it came.

"Sorry, Kit, but the bar's pretty full tonight. I gotta save the seats for paying customers."

"Seriously? You know someone will be along soon enough."

"Eh... ok, a bit longer."

Kit spun in her stool and crossed her arms in mock outrage as she turned to Aspen. "Can you believe that... oh."

Aspen was talking to a guy, both of them with drinks in hand.

Naomi came back and stood next to Kit. "Well, she works fast."

"Yuppers," Kit grumbled.

"Thanks for saving my spot, by the way."

Kit looked at the stool Naomi had left and sure enough, it was full. Every stool was.

"Sorry, Nay, I totally spaced. You want mine?"

Naomi shook her head. "No, I think I might just go."

Kit hopped off her stool and grabbed Naomi's hands. "No! It's so much fun, you just gotta get used to it! Stay a little longer, please."

Naomi rolled her head and sighed. "Fine."

"Awesome, I know--hold up."

A guy a few stools down was staring at her. When they made eye contact, his eyebrows went up and his smile broadened. He got up and walked toward them.

A quick scan proved he was worth a chat at least--he had a closely trimmed beard and a thin olive tee shirt that was filled out by his muscled torso. Kit meant to look at more than that, but that had been more than enough.

Kit lifted a casual hand and said, "Hey."

"Hey," he said, "how you all doing?"

Naomi turned around and the guy's pupils dilated.

"Oh, hi," Naomi said, fanning herself with her hand. She realized what she was doing and tried to play it off. "It's hot in here!"

"Maybe a drink would help you cool off?"

"Yeah! I mean, thanks."

Kit leaned forward. "I thought you weren't going to let anyone buy you a drink tonight?"

"Sh!" Naomi said. She distractedly pulled herself onto Kit's empty stool as she continued talking to the guy.

Kit clapped a hand on Naomi's shoulder and said, "Be safe!" then went back to the dance floor.

Dancing alone and sober, the music felt way too loud and the pulse of the crowd became ominous.

She looked down at her mesh top.

A lot of good you did.

She glanced back toward the bar, to Naomi who was talking to the guy she should have been sharing a drink with.

A few minutes later, she walked home.

In her kitchen she made a quick transaction--a withdrawal of rosé from the cabinet and a deposit of one mesh top into the trash.

***

Cool air floated from the river and a small animal squeaked out from somewhere in the lush grass.

Kit put her arms above her head as she slowed to a walk, her running shoes catching on the asphalt of the running trail. She took a long breath and smiled at the comforting smells of rich soil, fresh water, and flower pollen.

The app on her phone told her she had reached her halfway point, but she didn't turn around. Instead, she removed her earbuds, unzipped her running jacket halfway, and strolled forward, breathing, listening, and smiling. The way the sun dappled through the trees and the soothing sound of water running over rocks was just too enchanting to turn away from.

Why do I go to clubs when I can be out here for free? It's probably healthier, too, she mused as she watched a black cormorant dip its narrow beak into the river.

It's nice, but it's not fun, another part of her replied. No boys, nothing exciting. Good for a breather, but that's about it.

Kit took her eyes from the greens and blues around her to stare at the black stripe of asphalt before her.

Yeah, I guess so, she conceded. But there's also nothing to make me feel so... shitty.

Her mind did not answer, but her body did. She felt a surge in her chest and a buzzing in her head. She wiped the tears away before they could fully form.

"No, it's fine. It was just some bad luck."

Fine, fine, fine. Bad luck three club trips in a row.

"Fuck you," she whispered.

A sunbeam broke through the trees and hit her eye.

"Shit!" she muttered.

Suddenly, the dappled sun and the bubbling river could go fuck themselves. She replaced her earbuds and turned on the balls of her feet, bouncing in preparation of the coming sprint.

She hadn't noticed the bench before, or the man sitting on it, staring at her. He was dressed way too warm for the weather, wore gas station sunglasses, and had a few weeks' worth of newspapers scattered around him.

Kit almost jumped, she was so startled when she noticed him. She forced herself to be calm. He was old and obviously homeless--she could easily outrun him if he so much as twitched.

But he didn't. He sat there, motionless, his head tilted toward her.

A thought came to Kit, but she banished it.

It came back stronger, and she entertained it a moment before sending it away again.

Just run.

But she stayed there, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

Fuck it. This will probably be good for the both of us.

Kit ran high kicks to a tree off the path--just close enough for the man to see her clearly. With a flutter in her stomach, she straightened a leg at a forty-five degree angle and touched her toe, pointing her butt right at the man.

She unzipped her running jacket all the way, revealing her super tight sports bra. It was a few years old, so it squished her girls up extra nicely.

Is he looking? She wanted to check so badly, but knew acknowledging him would expose her intentions, so she just kept stretching.

She did everything she could think of to give this old man a show. She squatted her ass to her ankles and arched her back, straining her legging so much that she felt brisk air on the sweat at the top of her crack. She did downward dog, showing off both T and A. Hip thrusts, tree pose, toe touches, sun salutations, anything that might accentuate her feminine parts.

Her breath came fast. Heat gathered in her pussy and cold sweat trickled down her back. Barely aware of what she was doing, she played with the waistband of her shorts, feeling cool morning air lick at the top of her crack. She turned and put her arms over her head slowly, then pulled them back down and played with her bra, too, pulling the edges of her areolae free.

A pulsing went through her as the hot and cold in her divided more and more, putting her into a state she couldn't comprehend, but also could not deny loving. That dirty old man had to be close to nutting.

She knew she was.

Prying herself away from the vortex of her own excitement, she dared a glance at the man.

He had turned the other way completely.

She choked.

She ran.

When she got home, her app congratulated her on achieving new highest speeds.

***

"You sure you want this?" Analis asked as they walked toward the gym.

Analis was a short Colombian girl with a tough, tidy haircut, smooth dark skin, and fiery dark eyes.

Oh, and the hugest freaking ass Kit had ever seen.

Like, seriously, Kit couldn't walk behind Analis without hearing Hanna-Barbera noises in her head. Each step made Analis's cheeks form Escherian curves.

Kit knew Analis's rear was a combination of lucky genetics and a ton of time at the gym, so it not only had volume, it had fucking mass.

"I'm sure," Kit said as they stepped through the automatic doors.

Kit scrunched her nose as the freon air hit her. The combination of oil on gears, the synthetic material on the floor, and the ass-sweat marinating everything made for one fucking nasty nose stew.

I miss my river.

"Vamanos," Analis said, walking toward the back.

Kit watched Analis's burger and shake for a second before falling into step.

I miss my river, but this is where reams are made, she chuckled.

There were mirrors everywhere. Kit looked at Analis's butt, then her own.

She sighed.

Analis led them to a kind of rack with a horizontal bar attached to what looked like two vertical hydraulics.

Analis turned and said, "Is better... hey, you ok?"

Kit cocked her head. The movement made her realize she had small tears welled in her eyes.

"Oh! Oh yeah, it's just... kinda smelly in here."

"Oh, yeah, you get used to it. For me the smell become a happy thing because I make good memories with it, you know?"

Kit processed the words slowly. "Yeah... oh, yeah, I totally know what you mean!"

Analis nodded approvingly. "Ok, this is the Smith machine. Is better to use free weights, but since you're new this will help you build the foundation. And free weights are always busy, so this is still good."

"Free weights?"

Analis pointed to a group of guys in tank tops squatting at racks with barbells that were not attached to anything.

"Oh, gotcha."

"Ok, good! Watch me."

Analis took Kit through a whole leg routine, making Kit grit her teeth through a series of squats, leg lifts, calf raises, and other forms of self-torture.

"Kit! Fancy meeting you here."

Kit almost missed the box she'd been jumping onto. She managed the landing, then turned to see Analis and Naomi looking up at her. Aspen, the one who had spoken, looked Kit right in the eye.

"I didn't know you worked out here," Naomi said.

"Oh! Hey guys. Um, I don't. Well, I mean, I thought I might start."

"She's doing really good," Analis said proudly.

"That's awesome," Aspen said. "Can we join you?"

Kit opened her mouth to say... well, something, but nothing came out.

"Claro que si!" Analis said, pulling another box toward them. "You two superset these jumps with some farmer carries, and I'll do the same with Kit."

Fire burned in Kit's thighs and glutes. Her heart was keeping up fine, but her muscles were not used to carrying anymore than her own slight frame. But there was no way she could go home now!

Analis, Naomi, and Aspen all work out and they have the results to show for it. Guys are always...

A distant pair of eyes in the mirror caught her attention. The eyes turned away, but another pair glanced her way right after. The guys at the free weights were all stealing glances at her!

No they aren't, she thought with a sad smile. They're looking at Analis.

But another pair flashed her way, and she dared to hope.

Casually, Kit strolled to the nearby water fountain and checked the mirror again.

Six eyes followed her as she walked to the fountain!

Me! Not Analis!

Kit had a hard time getting the water from the fountain into her mouth--her broad smile made it hard to suck properly.

As she walked back, she thought about giving them a bit of a show. She couldn't speak for their personalities, but as far as bodies went she was sure they could land just about any girl looking for a fling.

When she rejoined Analis, she straightened a leg and started reaching for it in a casual stretch. The motion triggered a memory--she was back in the park. This was the same stretch she had used to tease the man at the park.

The one who had looked away.

Fine, fine, fine. Nothing special.

She pulled herself back to the present and looked to see the guys leaving.

"Kit, it's your turn!" Analis said, patting Kit's arm. "We're almost done. You hear me ok?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, let's do this."

***

"You pushed it great today, ladies!" Analis said as they walked into the hot afternoon air.

"I'm starving!" Kit said as she stumbled after the other girls on her burning legs.

"There's a store just down the road that sells protein drinks, we should grab some," Aspen said, pointing to a building with a large front window that read "Lecher's Local."

"It's a good idea," Analis said, leading them to the store.

The door chimed as they stepped inside.

"It's cold!" Naomi said, wrapping her arms around her bare shoulders.

"¡Dios mío!" Analis gasped. The other girls bumped into each other as they tried to stop behind the suddenly immobile Analis.

"What... oh," Kit said, when she saw it.

A guy in a tank top and huge muscles stood behind a girl with pink hair and curves that dwarfed Naomi's. The girl was carrying a box of produce, and the guy was carrying a pair of huge melons--the pink-haired girl's heaving melons, that is.

The girl turned to see them.

"Ugh!" Analis said, walking back out.

Naomi and Aspen followed, but Kit was stuck. She and the pink haired girl stared at each other as thoughts cycloned in her head.

Is that the guy from the gym? It totally is! She's hot, but he was looking at me, too, so that means I'm hot, right?

Forget who's hotter, can you believe she's letting him feel her up while she's at work? Oh my god, that's so...

A squirming sensation in her nethers brought her back to the moment, and she realized she was unconsciously making duck lips.

Not really sure what else to do, she nodded at the pink haired girl and walked out of the store.

"What were you doing?" Aspen asked.

"I was... just shocked," Kit breathed. Her pussy was screaming for attention, and it was all she could do to not cross her legs in front of her friends.

"Yes, disgusting," Analis spat, leading them back to the gym parking lot where their cars waited.

"So... wrong," Kit said as she followed.

***

The shower hissed through the wall. Kit lay on her bed and listened, making sure Aspen had actually started washing and wouldn't come in looking for a special shampoo or anything.

A moment later, she heard the telltale humming and knew she had a solid ten minutes.

In one swift motion, Kit pulled her shorts down and pulled her blanket up. Then she let her fingers slide down her cool, sweat crusted skin until her fingers reached the one place still completely warm and wet.

She massaged the fleshy folds of her vulva as the image from the grocer's played on her closed eyelids.

The chime of the bell.

The cold air.

The couple, going at it, not even caring that everyone could see them

The way the girl had looked at them but made no move to hide or stop what was happening.

I've heard of a store display, but this is ridiculous!

She didn't laugh or even smile at her own joke--the rushing sensation in her stomach was taking over. Eyes squeezed shut and mouth gaping open, she worked her hand over her mons faster and harder.

Her orgasm hit so hard that she involuntarily lifted her head off the pillow and brought her knees halfway to her chest.

"Ooo, yes, fuck!" she whispered as she rode the sensation out, curled up like a dead bug.

Exhaling sharply, she collapsed flat onto the bed again as she waited for the world to stop spinning.

Once the euphoric dizziness passed, Kit rolled onto her side and listened. The shower was still going, and Aspen was in the middle of belting Journey's Don't Stop Believing.

Her hand slithered back between her legs and two fingers slipped easily into the heat of her damp slit.

The couple was back in her mind, but the image slipped. Kit closed her eyes and screwed her face in concentration, but she couldn't hold the sight of the girl in the store.

Her mind drifted to the stares she'd gotten at the gym, then to the excitement of stretching for the guy in the park. The latter memory brought disappointment as well.

Despite the negative feelings, Kit couldn't let the thought go. Her fingers pumped faster as she imagined the gym bros and the homeless man all watching her as she went from stretching her limbs to pulling at her clothes. In her mind, she revealed her skin an inch at a time, lifting and lowering cloth until her most private parts were just starting to peek at the onlookers.

Her imaginary audience cheered at first, but soon became silent. Kit was surprised when this didn't bother her. The men did not cheer or clap or even smile--there was no indication they liked what they saw.

But they didn't look away.

A third finger slipped inside, and Kit felt the buildup again.

Then she noticed the quiet.

Aspen wasn't singing, and the shower wasn't hissing.

Aspen walked in and saw her roommate, mouth open and eyebrows creased in futile pleasure.

The two stared.

With a helpless gasp, Kit shoved her fourth finger in, curled around her hand-stuffed cunt, and moaned like she'd been gut-punched.

She fought through the waves of orgasm to see Aspen still standing there, mouth agape.

Kit threw her head back and let out a long wail. Her legs thrashed, kicking her blanket off and exposing her long boobs flopping as her pussy shuddered around her own wrist.

Aspen can see!

Look at me Aspen!

"FuckfuckFUCK!"

It had never felt so good.

Kit let out a long, rasping sigh as the feeling finally passed. When she opened her eyes, Aspen was still standing in place, though her mouth was closed.

Naomi was there too, her arms folded under her big tits and... was she pinching one of her own nipples through her shirt as she watched?

She totally is pinching herself! Fuck!

A third, smaller orgasm made Kit jostle on her bed like she was riding on a dirt road.

"Enjoy the show... you pervs?" Kit wheezed.

Naomi, beet red, dashed out of the room.

Aspen deliberately turned to her closet.

***

She needed to get out of the house.

Kit had no idea what her roommates thought of what they just saw, and she was way too ashamed to process it.

Even after such a beautiful Jilling, Kit hadn't been able to forget the scene at the store. She had nowhere else to go, anyway.

The hell?

There was a huge crowd outside the store, just... staring at it. Kit took in the gawking faces around her as she pushed toward the entrance.

Oh.

Kit couldn't help it. She laughed and clapped her hands in surprised delight. She had returned to the scene of the crime hoping to catch any trace of the pink haired girl, never imagining she'd actually get another show!

But there it was: a show even better than before. The pink haired worker was washing the window from inside the store, facing the crowd. The girl's huge tits had spilled out on either side of her work apron, revealing generous amounts of taut areola. Kit squeezed her thighs together as she watched the pink discs smear across the window as the worker vigorously wiped at the muck that had built there over years.

After watching for a few minutes, Kit got the impression that the girl wasn't exactly aware that her massive mammaries were out.

How could she not? It's so obvious.

Obvious or not, Kit became more and more sure that the girl's undress was not intentional, and Kit resolved to go tell her what was up--as much as she hated the idea of this demi-goddess putting away her goods.

The choice was taken from Kit as the girl finished her washing and called for everyone to come inside. The crowd surged around Kit as bodies clamored to get into the small grocery.

"I'll... just wait out here," Kit said to herself, sitting on a bench outside the store. It would be better to just wait out the crowd.

The sun was starting to set, painting the street in violets and oranges. The summer air was already starting to cool down and Kit closed her eyes and felt content as the light on her skin grew colder.

***

Kit's eyes jerked open to see stars twinkling in the lavender sky.

Shit!

The door chimed as another customer stepped out of Lecher's Local. Kit stepped in so fast that she never touched the door on its backswing.

Kit looked around in awe. She wasn't very familiar with this store, but she had definitely not seen this many bare shelves when she had stopped by that afternoon.

"Whoo, that was intense!"

Kit turned to see the speaker--miss pink hair--collapse onto a stool behind the counter.

"You're a fucking legend, girl," Kit said as she approached the exhausted cashier.

The startled cashier hopped off her stool and said, "Sorry, I thought I was alone!"

"We are," Kit said.

"Hey, you were in earlier!" pink said.

"Not long enough," Kit said with a smile. "I'd ask your name, but I think the whole block knows by now," she said as she looked at the name tag that hung next to an exposed tit.

The tag read "Olivia." Finally, Kit had a name to the... well, whole fucking body.

Olivia beamed as she said, "They really liked the display, huh?"

"Yeah, it's one hell of a business strategy."

"What's your name?" Olivia asked.

"Katherine Doffer, but everyone calls me Kit."

Kit looked Olivia up and down.

"So, you aren't embarrassed at all?"

Olivia looked down then started fussing with her runaway breasts, quickly tucking them back into place.

"Sorry if it bothers you," Olivia said quietly.

Kit laughed. "Hell no, I wish I had your guts. In fact..."

You're gonna get caught.

That idea sent heat to her crotch.

You aren't worth looking at. It brought the image of the man at the river with it.

She told the voice and the memory to fuck off.

Kit glanced around as the feelings in her welled, both the positive and negative feelings fueling her arms as she dragged her top over her head and revealed her average sized, tubular tatas.

Before she could let any doubt creep in, Kit finished the lewd act by shimmying her honkers and yelling, "Woo!"

Olivia's blue eyes bugged, which only fed the exhibitionist monster inside of Kit.

"Kit, you're crazy!" Olivia laughed as her eyes swung in sync with Kit's pink puffies.

She had done it again. Sure, it had been for girls so far, but the fact remained that she had just whipped her titties out in public... and it had felt amazing!

Grinning ear to ear, Kit put her goodies away.

"Unnn."

Kit cocked her head. "Did you hear, like, a groan or something?"

"Mmmm, nope!" Olivia said.

Kit went behind the counter and made herself comfortable as she tried to find the question she wanted to ask.

"So... if it doesn't embarrass you, do you... like the attention?"

Olivia looked down at her not-covered body. "The truth is I just don't notice. I have anti... a condition. So, yeah, I just don't notice."

Kit's stomach churned at the realization that she should have followed through on her earlier decision to tell Olivia she was exposed.

"I'm sorry," Kit said softly. "That must be embarrassing."

Olivia smiled softly. "Not really. I just worry that it will bother other people."

A girl who doesn't expose herself for attention, but isn't embarrassed by it either?

"So... it's just... whatever to you?"

Olivia shrugged but smiled wider. "It's my life! Could be worse, right?"

Something twisted inside Kit. This girl was an enigma. Aspen, Naomi, Analis--every girl Kit had known--cared about the way they looked. They killed themselves on running trails and in gyms, spent all their money at Sephora and Lululemon, and hoped all that effort would get a guy to notice them at the bar so they could get a free drink and maybe a roll in the hay.

And then there was Olivia, hands down one of the hottest girls Kit had ever seen, and she just didn't care.

"Livie, you're kind of amazing."

Olivia blushed. "No one's ever... thanks."

Kit leaned on the counter. "So, how long have you worked here?"

And so they talked, learning that they had some common ground. They were close in age, both attended Plump Butte's University, and even lived in neighboring dorms.

As they talked, Kit couldn't help testing her new friend. She reached over and pulled one of Olivia's boobs out. When Olivia's reaction was underwhelming, Kit pulled her own tit out. Olivia really didn't seem to be for or against it. At most she might blush a second, but the conversation never stuttered.

"I wish I had boobs like yours," Kit said as she gazed at Olivia's tight nipple.

"Why?"

Fuck me, Kit groaned as she realized she'd said her intrusive thought out loud.

She tried to save it. "I mean, they're just big and perfect."

Olivia looked down, then shrugged. "I like yours."

Kit scoffed. "Ok, you're full of it."

"No seriously! Like, my nipples are just circles basically. Yours have, like, texture. See, look." Olivia reached out and pulled Kit's boob so that Kit had a perfect profile view of it. "Your nipples are kind of puffy, which gives your boob this, like, contoured groove at the tip. It's, like, an extra curve! Pretty sexy honestly."

Kit stared at the said shape. She'd never considered it sexy, but when she looked at Olivia's tit, the way the areola just seemed to be colored on, not truly its own entity, Kit could understand what she meant.

Suddenly, Kit felt feverish heat where Olivia's fingers squeezed into her breast.

Kit smiled in an attempt to hide her sudden awkwardness, and she gently pulled free from Olivia and put her top back in place. Olivia did the same with her own, but Kit couldn't tell if Olivia was simply following suit or had also felt awkward.

I'm so goddam weird.

"Welp, I best get goin'," Kit said, arching her back so she'd have something to do rather than stand there awkwardly.

"Wait!" Olivia said, grabbing Kit's wrist.

Kit looked down in surprise, and Olivia pulled her hand back.

"Sorry, I know people are weird about being touched."

Shit, I'm making things weird.

Kit put on her best smile and grabbed Olivia's hand.

"It's cool. What's up?"

"Do you... want to hang out sometime?"

Kit smiled so hard it hurt. Of course she hadn't made Olivia feel awkward, the girl was impervious to it!

"Hell yeah. Give me your number."

As she put the number in, Kit saw the time on her phone. It was definitely time to go.

"Texted you!" Kit said. "I really gotta get going, I've got a thing. But hey..."

She hesitated.

"Dare me to leave topless?"

Olivia grinned.

"Do it!"

Kit yanked her top off and ran through the doors into the night. She laughed and breathed, high on the excitement, dizzy on the risk and the freedom.

"Jesus Christ!"

She screamed and covered her chest as she turned to see the speaker. It was an old man with too many layers, cheap sunglasses, and a bunch of newspapers.

"You!" they said at the same time.

The old man clutched his chest and turned away as he said, "You're the bitch from the park! Thirteen years I haven't gotten it up, then you come and raise it so fast you gave me a heart attack! How could you just leave a fellow human in such a state?"

Still coming down from her scare, Kit wheezed, then chuckled.

The old man, more incensed than before, grumbled something as he started collecting his newspaper.

"No, wait, I'm really sorry," Kit said, trying to quell her laughter.

He looked at her warily.

She reset herself with a long breath.

"I really... got you up?"

He scoffed. "Girl, you are fine, fine, FINE. You've got to know that."

She smiled. "Let me buy you a drink--to say sorry. It's the least I can do."