Another three hours writing and editing. Frankly, I'm pushing it, as I may be out for a few weeks after this. In the meantime, hope you enjoy this continuing, ridiculous saga.
It does get hardcore in this chapter. Finally...
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"I don't think you should eat anything with blasherberries in them," said Brad to Rebecca, as the two walked towards the center square of the small town. Jake, the man they'd met at the library, gave Brad twenty bucks to get by for the day, before they separated ways.
"It's all I got on me, but it'll be enough to eat. Then I meet you both at the park at six, right?"
"That's right, Jake, but no promises," said Brad. "We'll let you come back with us, but I cannot ensure it will be permanent. We may discover that's a bad idea."
"I understand," said Jake.
At street corners and lights, whenever they stopped, Brad continued to stroke and grope on Rebecca, ensuring they passed as natives. "You okay with that? Stay away from those mints, too."
"Alright," said Rebecca, sounding dejected. She loved how blasherberries tasted, and hoped to try it in other foods, but she understood Brad was here for information, not a vacation.
There was something about blasherberries that made women crave being touched. How on earth blasherberries could make women feel like it was a
physical need
, every bit as important as food or water, was beyond Rebecca's reasoning. However, after eating a couple of blasherberry mints, it did make Brad's hands more tolerable.
It was after noon, when they were only a couple blocks near the square, Brad spotted a deli and pointed, "Want to try there?"
"Sure, why not? I am hungry. I usually eat breakfast and since we skipped it today..."
Rebecca and Brad continued to walk side by side as they made their way to the restaurant. It was warm and Rebecca wondered what the women did when it got cold outside. Just a few days ago, she never would have believed she would be naked in front her friend, Brad. After having done it so long now, it felt almost normal.
Rebecca would never have known Brad, had they not been neighbors. They were about the same age and hung out every now and then, but she never saw him as dating material, hence she never saw herself naked around him. She wasn't immediately physically attracted to Brad, and he likely wasn't intellectually attracted to her, but they were still decent friends. Through that friendship, she was outright ecstatic that he had agreed to take her on this adventure, even if it did put her in some awkward situations.
As the two waited to cross the last intersection to reach the deli, Rebecca was taking more notice of Brad's groping. Rather than being inviting, now it was getting a touch annoying. 'Maybe if he gets a few more hundred hours in it, he'll start getting better at it,' Rebecca thought to herself, sarcastically. 'He may be smart as fuck, but he could work on his hand skills.'
"Wow, they're pretty busy. You want to go somewhere else?" Brad asked, as the two entered.
The sandwich shop had a line forming to the door. There were probably more than a dozen people in the cramped space, from the door to the cashier. A small, but bustling place. It reminded Brad of the soup shop in Seinfeld, but even more cramped.
"Nah, it can't take too long," said Rebecca, as she squeezed in front of Brad, and directly behind a large man in a hardhat. He turned to her and smiled, noticing immediately that she wasn't being fondled.
"How you doing today, young lady?" he asked, in a deep voice, just as he firmly reached up and grabbed Rebecca's right breast with his left hand. Immediately, he began making soothing motions deep into her flesh.
'Now here's a guy who knows what he's doing?' thought Rebecca. She had been mentally prepared this might happen, but it still seemed forward and intrusive, nonetheless. 'Maybe it takes more than a couple mints... or maybe it wears off?'
Brad dug out his wallet, taking out the strange paper currency Jake had given him, and then discovered that someone else had already gotten to the business of groping Rebecca. 'At least I can take a break, I guess,' he said to himself in his head, unconvincingly. The fact was, he wasn't sure how he felt about other people fondling his friend, much less strangers.
There were three other women in line, all also getting groped and rubbed. One young woman, maybe a college student, had her massive, but youth-firm knockers getting pulled hard by the two men standing next to her. It seemed no bother to her as she ordered her meal at the counter. Her nipples looked almost four inches long, as one of the men stretched it as far as it could possibly go. Brad was flummoxed how such actions could be deemed appropriate, much less tolerable to the young lady.
There was no question the big man groping Rebecca was practiced. He seemed to know just how much pressure to apply to meet her "needs" as it were. Even still, she wondered if she would be able to keep this up, if the effects blasherberry mints subsided anytime soon.
'I'm not sure I can risk being groped by strangers all day without that stuff,' Rebecca thought. She wished she hadn't promised Brad she would stay "clean". It was unfair. He didn't have to put up with what she was experiencing.
Somehow, Rebecca managed to focus her attention to the menu as the stranger got even more hands-on with her. "You should try their Smoked Capocollo & Blasherberry. Best thing every."
"Oh yeah?" said Rebecca. How she craved that blasherberry, but knew it was forbidden. "How's their ham and turkey?"
"They have the best ham in the city. Get it with their spicy mustard, though. That's just the thing. And on rye. Mmm mm."
"I think I know what I'll order," said Rebecca, turning to Brad. "You know what you want?"
"I guess I'll take what he suggested," said Brad, having overheard their conversation.
"Uh, Brad!" screamed Rebecca. "But why you, and not me?"
"Fine, I'll stay away from it, too," whispered Brad. He didn't want a fight, or to give any stranger a clue as to what they were talking about, so he closed the conversation.
"Hey, buddy," said the man groping Rebecca to Brad. "Why don't you help your girl out? I gotta order."
Brad scrambled to make sense of it and then jumped in place, hoping it appeared normal enough. He began squeezing and tugging on Rebecca, and the man briefly glanced at Brad's actions, snickered, and then turned away to approach the counter.
"Maybe be on your toes more," whispered Rebecca. The difference between Brad and this stranger's groping skills was night and day. If the two were going to continue to make trips here, Rebecca was thinking she was going to have to give Brad some private lessons.
'He's gonna get busted if he gets in a position where he's expected to grope a stranger,' thought Rebecca.
They both ordered the ham and turkey on rye, with the spicy mustard, and were lucky to find a recently-emptied table. They brushed off the crumbs and sat down. Rebecca was just close enough to Brad to say, "You should probably keep twisting a nipple or something while we eat... just in case."
Such a sentence would have sounded utterly ludicrous only a few days ago, thought Brad. With one hand, he unwrapped his sandwich, while he began lightly touching the closest nipple of his friend. He was amazed how confidently she sat so close to him, and in front of complete strangers, while not having a stitch of clothing on.
As the two bit into their sandwich, both of their eyes popped instantly. They recognized it immediately. "That's blasherberry!" screamed Rebecca, almost laughing. Celebrating, maybe?
"It's in the mustard," said Brad. "Definitely the mustard."
"I think in the bread, too!" exclaimed Rebecca. She took another bite, larger this time. The flavors exploded in her mouth. "This is the best goddamn sandwich I have ever had."
Brad thought so, too, but he was beside himself that his friend was ingesting the one thing he'd hoped they could avoid. She was halfway through her sandwich before he had time to respond. "Whoa there!"
"You don't understand. This is amazing. Can we get another one? Or.. you? You want all of yours?"
Brad was hungry, but conceded. Shaking his head, he tossed half his sandwich to her. Instinctively and almost out of frustration, he gave Rebecca's tit a hard tug. She perked up. "Oh, hey. That's better!"
Brad sat in stunned silence, while he watched her devour the food.
"They have blasherberry shakes. Can I get one?"
"The water isn't enough?"
"Please? Come on. I've already been exposed to it. Please. Just this once."
They only had about five bucks left. Brad passed it to Rebecca and watched her get back into line, completely naked. Immediately, hands were on her. In response, she said hello to the strangers fondling her, and then waved to Brad, bouncing on her toes. She couldn't wait to try the blasherberry shake, it seemed.
It was almost ten minutes of unmitigated groping from strangers before Rebecca finally place her order. She didn't mind the hands on her body one bit. It was as if getting groped - along with the attention it demanded - placated her now. Made her feel...
normal
. In her mind, she deserved it, and was owed it.
Brad met her at the counter once she was handed her shake. "Let's go exploring."
"Sure," she said. "Don't forget..."
