imagine hanging out with your friends and you're talking to them but they keep looking at your chest and finally give in to push your tits together and bounce them without asking or caring what you think. when you talk to your other friend about what happened they nod with the utmost sympathy in their heart before reaching over and squeezing your chest. unsure of why all your friends are using you like this you decide to pray for them and ask forgiveness at church. you go to confession and Father asks you to be like Christ, by standing in prayer with your arms outstretched, only to lift your shirt and try pulling your bra down- but you get away. you run into an old friend's sister, crying and scared, so she takes you to her car and you explain what just happened. she suggests staying with her for a few days, or until you figure what you want to do later, but at least you'll be safe for now. once at her place, you're still shaken up, sniffling and explaining what happened with all your friends, too. she's supportive and comforting, and you remember how easy it was to talk with her even back then. she's always been very understanding. she makes you some chamomile tea and helps you to calm down and it really works. she puts on a movie she remembered watching often when you used to stay over on weekends. thanking her while cuddling closer, finally feeling at ease, you begin to doze off. a strange, wet sound wakes you as you flutter your eyes open to see your shirt and bra thrown to the side of you, and your friend sucking your tit while rubbing between her legs. she moans and you blink quickly, noticing she's not wearing anything as her tongue swirls around your nipple. you moan, a bit startled by her warm hand reaching under your skirt to rub over your undies