5

Stepping out of the wall, John knew he was in Zone Two. It was heaven with shops, stores, facilities, and entertainment centers of all sorts that appeared before John. The road ahead of him stretched as far as the eye could see. Drooling, John stood open-mouthed, looking at all the possible places to visit. He walked forward absentmindedly, not paying attention to where he was walking. As a result, John crashed right into the girl, falling with her all the way to the ground. It was lucky that injuries were not possible on these floors; otherwise, John would have been bruised all over because of the number of times he had fallen today. But thoughts of bruises were hardly on his mind. On the ground, he was pressed against the girl, front to front. Her large bulging chest was squeezed under his weight, and his head was buried in her hair. A tsunami, a tornado, a thunder of pleasure struck onto the patch of his body where her breasts made contact. Her hair smelled like the loveliest of flowers; its enchanting fragrance pleased him. But the breasts! It was like they were made of cotton; their softness and fluffiness were unlike anything he could have imagined. Once again, his nose oozed blood, drops of which fell on the girl's cheek.

"GET OFF ME, YOU IDIOT!" She said and threw him off of her. Both of them instantly got to their feet. Her cheeks were flushed as she wiped away the blood drops, and anger was etched into every segment of her face. But John thought that he hadn't done anything wrong, it was a complete accident.

"Hey, you should look where you are walking! Are you serious? Huh?" said the girl. She was positively flushed; her shortness of breath made her chest heave up and down. John saw the majestic breasts as they rose outwards, and then inwards, repeatedly. Every time she breathed in, her chest expanded, and her small purple shirt would lift up a few inches to reveal more of her beautiful belly.

"I'm...I'm sorry, really," said John, stuttering. But the girl's eyes saw John's bleeding nose. Instantly, her anger vanished into thin air. Instead, a mischievous and humorous expression took hold of her face; she looked up at John, whose eyes were locked on the bosom. When he saw that the girl was looking at him, he instantly averted his gaze. She giggled; her tone immediately changed.

"What are you looking at, boy? Never seen a girl's rack before? Huh?" she said in a teasing tone. John's cheeks became tinged with redness; he looked at his feet to avoid eye-contact. The girl laughed evilly, like a wicked witch. A wind blew through the area where they stood, making the girl's hair flutter in one direction. It seemed that the breeze had passed through John, making him tremble. She came closer and grabbed John by the hand. She looked at his crotch, her red lips stretched into a lop-sided smile. Then, she looked up at him.

"It's okay; you can get a feel. But just a feeling, no squeezing. Besides, I don't blame you; my boobs are just too good for anybody to resist them. I bet you will never touch better breasts for the rest of your life! I am not even sure if a better rack exists anywhere," said the girl, winking at John. Guiding John's hand to her chest, she placed it just near her left breast. John was reluctant to accept the invitation as his hand hovered above the lovely breast. He was in sheer agony; his breath grew short. The girl was enjoying his aching desire, which could not be fulfilled but only given fuel. John thought how fierce the girl was. Bracingly, he briefly placed his palm, ever so lightly, over the fleshy mound; a jolt of guilty pleasure shot through his body, making him instantly retreat his hand.

The girl maniacally chortled with a high-pitched voice. Catching his breath, John felt a bit embarrassed. He looked left and right to see if they were being watched. Thankfully, no one had seen what had happened. But the girl seemed to be having a lot of fun. John figured that he was dealing with a very mischievous and spoiled girl, a devilish creature who loved to tease people. He wanted to leave her at that point, but the extraordinary sensual lore the girl possessed made it hard for him to break away from her.

"Well, now I think you owe me an even bigger and better dinner, considering how I let you touch me in the chest. Don't you agree," said the girl, again stretching her red lips into a dazzling and naughty smile.

"Yeah, I guess so," said poor John.

"Tell you what, if I like the food you get me, I may let you have another feel. I do not promise anything, but just maybe, don't get your hopes too high, though. Just go and get yourself registered; I'm starving!"

Once again, she grabbed John's hand. But this time around, she led him to the registration office. It was a large building, with a great many people going in and out all the time. There was one guy, standing just outside the entrance, who was surrounded by many people. It looked like he was some kind of a celebrity, as everyone looked at him with popping eyes like they were deeply impressed by something the man had done.

"What is all the fuss about?" asked John.

"He probably got like two-three points. Thousands of people get registered every day. So, there is statistically a chance that one or two might get more than one point. The people gawking at him got just one point, so they are staring at him like he is some kind of a hero or celebrity."

Listening to this made John really nervous; he was unsure how many points he would be getting. Maybe just one, which seemed probable from all that the girl had told him.