Jon could be such a jerk. Sometimes Karyn wondered why she kept him as her best friend. It wasn't that their personalities conflicted, or that they had different interests, it was just that Jon could be so selfish sometimes, so inconsiderate!
"Aren't you going to fondle me, Jon?" she asked. "I took off my shirt and bra to make it easier for you."
Jon just stared at her dumbly. What was his problem? She didn't want to wait all day. It was cold without a shirt on, and her nipples, on the end of her gigantic breasts, were growing harder by the second! Besides, if he didn't hurry up and fondle her, they'd never get to experiment and see if the slave spray actually did anything to her.
"Are you sure you want me to?" Jon asked her.
Karyn sighed. Why wouldn't she want him to? Sometimes Jon could be so dumb. With a sense of resignation, she decided that if he was going to fondle her, she was going to take action.
She took a step toward Jon and grabbed his hands in hers. Then, raising them up to her breasts, she placed their palms over her nipples, squeezing his fingers so that they, in turn, would squeeze her boobs.
Jon began to chuckle, as if he knew something she didn't.
Boys were so dumb, she thought. It was more like Jon was finally cluing into something she knew all along. A girl like Karyn doesn't take her shirt off for nothing, after all. If she's going to whip out her chest, she'd better damned well get fondled!
He squeezed, he played, he fondled. She smiled. A sense of satisfaction passed through her, making her knees feel a little weak. Maybe later she'd get Jon to fondle her again, but once he was done this time, she wanted to see if the Slave Spray had changed her. Trying to find out if she'd actually do things she normally wouldn't do was a priority.
Jon released her and stepped away, a look of admiration on his face, a look of stretched fabric in his pants. She thanked him and picked up her bra, beginning to dress.
Jon then...
