I Hate It When Serina's Tits Keep Bumping Into Me
Serina, you boob hag, this might be stating the obvious, but she's such a great friend. Not many people can calm my heart just by hovering nearby. That almost saintly gentle expression of hers creates that vibe. Like I could commit any crime and still get forgiven. As I've said before, she's the quintessential "big sis" type in yuri circles. And pretty, too. Big tits. Boob hag. That pussy must feel amazing rubbed just right. Floor mat bitch. That's why I call her a perfect 100/100 yuri girl. And this vixen is blatantly—blatantly—seducing me right now. If I were even a little more yuri material, I'd drag her off and pin her down on the spot. It's that dizzying, that naughty.
I speak up in a troubled tone. "Um, Serina."
"Hm?"
"You're... keep touching me..."
"What?"
Your tits, dummy. Even I can't just blurt that out.
We're walking arm-in-arm down the street. Since it's a date, she said she wanted to do something other than our usual hand-holding, and I nodded without thinking. What I overlooked? Both of us have ridiculously huge boobs. They already jiggle embarrassingly with every step, and every now and then, they squish softly against each other. Sometimes the sides even press right up against one another.
The real problem is Serina doesn't seem to notice. If she did, she wouldn't keep pulling me closer, wrapping her arm tighter around mine like this. She must be clueless. How oblivious can you get? Her innocent eyes gaze at me like nothing's wrong, and it even stings my conscience a bit.
No, screw that. I turn my head away, but she snuggles even closer. "Why?" Her big innocent eyes blink at me.
Ughhh. Seriously. You. If I were even a little more yuri, you'd be laid out flat, milked dry till you're dehydrated, body and soul groped all over, cumming your brains out, begging "Lily, Lily, please just once more~ sob sob."
Know what I mean?
"..."
But I'm a lily bender...
Sigh. I decide to let Serina's oblivious teasing slide, just this once. Whether she knows it or not, she beams innocently at me and says, "Lily, let's go clothes shopping."
"Shopping?"
"Yeah. There's something I wanna buy."
I nod without overthinking it.
...
Inside the clothing store, I instantly regret nodding.
And for good reason.
"Lily, what do you think...?"
"Wh-what do you mean, what do I think...?"
"I wanna hear your opinion."
"...Pretty."
"Really?"
My face flushes beet red with panic. It's not embarrassment from complimenting her looks. Way more embarrassing is Serina's outfit itself. I had no idea the thing she wanted was a swimsuit!
Th-this boob hag. How far are you gonna push this seduction? She keeps coming out in outfits barely more than underwear, coquettishly begging me to appraise her perfect body. You aware of how slutty that looks?
"Lily, this one...?"
"Y-yeah, pretty... already said that."
"...Hee."
Does getting praise from me make her that happy? This feels way too much like we're girlfriends. Wait, how did we even end up doing couple-y stuff like this?
"..."
I forcibly redirect my thoughts. As always, my mind drifts to yuri fantasies. Serina in that swimsuit at a resort, getting hit on by a suspiciously busty tanned blonde gal. The gal's a pro at this, sweet-talks the naive Serina, pretends it's love at first sight when really she just wants that tight pussy, starts groping her subtly...
Hold up, this was just a distraction, but damn, it's hot. I half-assedly answer as Serina chats and shoves more swimsuits at me without even trying them on.
"What about this?"
"Pretty! So pretty!"
"You like it that much...?"
"Yeah! It'll look great on you!"
"But this one's too slutty..."
"That's why it's good!"
"..."
It does look sluttier. The coverage is tiny. Not even a swimsuit anymore. How badly do you wanna get hunted down? But Serina's surprisingly tough—maybe she turns the tables on the predatory older woman, pins her instead. The tanned gal lets her guard down at the innocent look, then squirts like "Eh? Ehhh?!" Yeah, that's delicious. Uwhehee, ehehe, ogogogogo...
Lily benders love yuri fantasies...
My rampage finally winds down as Serina takes the clothes to checkout. "Clothes" plural because there were multiple swimsuits. Staring blankly at the two shopping bags full of them, she suddenly hands one to me.
"Here, a gift..."
"Huh?"
"But don't wear it."
"...?"
"You said you liked it, so I'll buy it, but..."
"What?"
"I don't want anyone else seeing you in it."
"..."
What the hell? Am I the only one lost here? Serina's face turns apple-red, she glances nervously at me, then mumbles with her head bowed low.
"Only... in front of me..."
"..."
Why? I don't ask. Scared of the answer. How did that skimpy swimsuit end up in my hands? Wait, is this even a swimsuit? Looks like something from a massage porn vid. More string than cloth. And a gift? You want me to wear this? No way. Didn't hear that. I vaguely remember her asking my favorite during my gal x Serina fantasy, but nope, didn't hear.
Anyway, like with the school swimsuit before, I hate excessive exposure. What's a TS girl gonna do flaunting her body? Just embarrassing. Parading my piggish swollen tits and ass would only get me hate.
No way I'm wearing it. Return it. Refund now!
"Oh yeah, they said no refunds."
"No store does that!"
"You don't like my gift...?"
"Ah, awa, awawawa..."
What am I supposed to say to that? Reality's too cruel; I just awawa for a while...
...
After the swimsuit fiasco, we head to eat. Minor chaos aside, being with Serina is still comforting. I just wanna melt into her. No idea why. Weird stuff always happens around her, embarrassing stuff. Maybe because she always watches me like this? Those worried eyes, like she's scared something bad'll happen to me. I don't hate it.
...But this is a bit much.
"...Serina. Your foot. It's touching."
"Hm?"
"Foot, uh, there..."
"Hm?"
"........."
Why's the skinship ramped up lately? Lost in thought, I realize it's always been like this. Even when we weren't that close, she'd grab my hand to "apply lotion," kneading away till she was satisfied—total non-con groping. Hands, interlocking fingers, arm-in-arm, boob bumps, and now feet.
Sitting at the restaurant, she slips off her pretty heels and strokes my calf or ankle with her pale bare foot. Feels so weird. Not bad, just... alien. The novel sensation makes me twitch involuntarily. Panicking, I glance at her, but she smiles sweetly like "Hm? What's wrong?" My brain glitches. How does that match "sweet" at all?
Maybe for her, foot-stroking on dates is normal. Doubt it, but her serene face makes me half-believe it. If you're gonna foot me anyway, not this tickly crap—kick me or stomp my head to humiliate me...
"..."
No, don't misunderstand. I don't want that. Just love stories with that play. Yeah.
Spaced out connecting thoughts, Serina waves her hand in my face to snap me out. "Lily, you look like you're feeling good...?"
"Yeah— no, no no, why ask that outta nowhere?"
"Your face looks horny?"
"..."
Suddenly I'm the lewd vixen making slut faces from a little leg stroke. As if. Your imagination. I wanna say that, but my throat locks up. I shut my mouth.
After that, it's chaos. Barely know where the food goes, fumbling nonstop, so I just silently chop away with chopsticks. Won't admit that when her foot came again, I "accidentally" trapped it between my legs, released it, then clamped again when it returned...
"..."
"..."
Leaving the restaurant, I barely remember my expression. All I notice is Serina's face—a touch distant from her usual sweetness. That's my limit.
That's when it happens.
Mindlessly staring at Serina's foot back in her shoe, I trip mid-step. Thud, crash, waaaah!
"Owwwowowow..."
"Lily! You okay?!"
"Ow, it huuurts..."
It reeeally hurts! Tears well up automatically. Clutching my foot, I groan. Definitely sprained bad. Hurts too much otherwise.
"Lily, get up. Let's go to the hospital."
"It's divine punishment. I'm fine..."
"What? Don't say weird stuff. Hurry, or it'll swell."
To me, this is godly wrath. The yuri goddess's fury aimed at me. A lowly TS girl clinging to Serina, messing with all these other girls—goddess dropped the hammer!
"Knew it'd end like this..."
"Stop the nonsense. Here, I'll carry you."
"Serina, that's lewd."
"How's carrying you lewd?"
To my porn-addled brain, it means pinning me down and making me squirt. Too painful for jokes, I shut up.
With Serina's support, we head to the hospital. Her soft squishy tits press way closer than during arm-in-arm. I'm troubled. But I don't refuse.
Fuck it. Whatever. Already punished. She gonna smite me harder for some tit squishing?
I rampage again. Different from the yuri fantasy. The sensation of those soft tits squashing against me... insane.