Callum walked out of our room wearing my grey sweatpants, his abbs and chest still shirtless and on display. His bulging crotch was quite visible through the material, I looked away but noticed Sarah was still looking at him.
Sometimes her innocence surprised me, I would have thought she'd be able to recognise what was happening, but she didn't seem phased by it. Probably something I should bring up with her to avoid any awkward situations, but there wasn't any time now. Sarah had a hungry look in her eyes, and when she got like this there was no stopping.
"You guys will love this place, they've got the strongest drinks in town!" Callum smirked at Sarah, who was still standing around topless with her hands covering herself. "Can you grab my wallet out of my pants dude?"
I would have told him to do it himself, but at this point just doing it would get us out of the apartment faster. I wasn't sure about going with his idea for dinner, I mean what did the drinks matter if we were going for dinner? At any rate we could decide as a group once we were outside.
I walked past Sarah to grab Callum's wallet out of his shorts and turned back around just in time to see Callum's next move.
"Catch." He said, throwing one of Sarah's shirts at her. With an object suddenly flying at her she reacted like she normally would, throwing up her hands to grab the shirt.
I couldn't fault her for it at all, but she was once again unintentionally flashing her boobs directly at Callum. Twice now within the span of a few minutes Callum had seen her bare chest, while denying me a chance to.
"Sarah!" I said, indicating at her chest when she turned her head to look at me.
"Hmm? Or right! I'm really not used to these things just hanging out!" She laughed it off like it was no big deal, putting the shirt on.
"Those puppies need to be free." Callum walked over and ripped the wallet out of my hands. "My girlfriend tells me bras only cause more issues for bigger tits."
"That can't be true." Now I was sure this girlfriend was made up, no real girl would possibly think that's true.
"It's true." Sarah said, nodding her head. "One of our lecturers made a point that big boobs like mine are better without a bra!"
Wait, really? That...that couldn't be right. It didn't make any sense. But Sarah would know more than me, maybe she misheard the teacher?
"Okay let's head out." Callum said, taking charge of my idea to go for dinner.
"Wait a second, Sarah isn't dressed yet!" Sarah was wearing one of her oversized sleep shirts, she loved it for the cute teddy bear print at the front and its thin white material. It just barely covered her butt, but any remotely fast movement would give whoever behind her a view under it. With her body still covered in oil, the shirt was becoming almost see through. Her chest was covered by the thicker print at the front but you could clearly see her panties at the bottom.
In fact, wasn't the reason she disrobed in the first place? To avoid this exact situation? Now Callum wanted her out in public like this??
"The place we're going to won't open for a few hours and it has a dress code." Callum started explaining before I could question him. "I looked through your clothes and you don't have anything that fits, so we'll need to get new ones. We have the time to kill anyways so we can look around for a while."
"But that's just a shirt and it's getting see through! She should at least throw some pants on!" I was the only sane person left, but the way Callum talked almost made me feel like the crazy one.
"Relax their kid, she's got everything covered up." Callum tousled my hair as he brushed off my protest. "You don't want her to carry around an entire other outfit all night do you?"
"I could use the break from restrictive bras and pants as well." Sarah smiled at me, like everything was normal in the world. "With that small body of yours, you don't understand how restrictive tight clothes can feel on all this." She gave her butt a squeeze for emphasis. The shirt was sticking to her skin now and the squeeze left a small part of her cheeks exposed.
The two started walking off without me, having decided that our discussion was over. I realised that I still needed to find my wallet and keys as they reached the door. I called out for them to wait but they mustn't have heard, so I dashed around the apartment getting everything I needed.
They were walking side by side when I caught up, Callum with his arm over Sarah's shoulder like they were the couple. Somehow Sarah's shirt had ridden even higher! Her ass was almost fully exposed now and I assumed her front must be similarly visible. With the narrow footpath I was forced to walk behind them as I made my voice known.
"Umm Sarah, your shirt is riding a bit high.."
"Is it?" Sarah looked down over her shoulder. "Could you fix it up for me Cal?"
"My pleasure ginger tits." Callum said, reaching his hand down to grab her ass. He squeezed it hard, pretending to lower the shirt but barely moving it down. Sarah probably thought he was just covering her up but the bastard was taking any chance to grope her. She was still fully exposed why he returned his hand, but something else bothered me more.
"Cal?" I said, making it a question.
Sarah gave out a giggle, not as playful as her normal one. It was more amused or almost condescending even?
"I figured since he won't stop calling me ginger tits, I should give him a name back!"
"Just a bit of playful banter, since we're all friends now." Callum said, looking back at me with his damn taunting smirk.
The idiot didn't even realise what she was doing. He probably thought he was winning by getting to call her something so derogatory, while she gave him a normal cute name. What he didn't know was how she hated pet names at all, so using one on him was a clear sign of her attitude!
I smirked back at him this time, feeling more confident than I'd been since he showed up. Things were going to be fine, we'd head right to a clothing store and get Sarah dressed properly. Then have a nice dinner and maybe get an early night! Callum would be gone the next morning and I'd be alone again with the most lovely girl in the world! Hopefully the shops weren't too far of a walk, Sarah was already getting stares and the sooner she got dressed the better.
"Oh, I've got an idea!" Callum said, and I immediately knew it wouldn't be one I'd like.
"Let me buy you guys another bottle. Make up for everything I drank and all." Callum said, sounding innocent enough.
It was an uncharacteristically kind gesture, and if it weren't for Sarah's state of dress I'd have no objections to it. As she was, dressed in an almost transparent shirt that clung to her body, I just wanted to get her into something else.
"That's nice of you Callum." I said to the back of his head, as he walked shoulder to shoulder with my girlfriend. "But maybe we should pick it up after you guys put on more clothes?"
"Nonsense Liam, the bottle shop's on the way."
That was the end of the debate it seemed, Callum and Sarah marched on ahead. Turning the heads of every guy that walked by. At least it was just a small stop to make, ducking in and out without too many people getting to stare at Sarah.
As uncomfortable as I was with having to walk behind the two of them, it also gave me a prime view of Sarah's butt. It felt wrong to be perving on my own girlfriend's ass, but I couldn't help but glance at the way her sexy black underwear snapped her butt cheeks. The excitement was somewhat lessened knowing that everyone had the same view of her, but it was a thrill nonetheless.
We kept walking into the more trendy part of town, with more cafes and stores lining the streets and a younger crowd to oggle Sarah's body. I knew she was proud with how much she'd slimmed down over the years, but she almost seemed excited and happy whenever some creep cat called her as we walked by. She was probably just too shy to confront them, better to just ignore their perverted comments.
We'd been walking for a while and had passed a few different bottle shops already, but Callum didn't seem interested in them. Maybe they didn't have a good selection, or were too expensive? I didn't know why else we would pass them up.
Finally Callum turned into a store, holding the door open like a gentleman. He let Sarah through and followed in straight after her, letting the door go almost as if he wanted it to crash into me. I had to be less accusatory though, he was being kind by replacing the bottle he'd drunk. Why would he do that and then intentionally slam a door on me?
"You here Art?" Callum called out into the cramped store. Various bottles lined the walls, center shelf and were left in boxes on the floor.
