I turned my face to the side and took a couple deep breaths. Which didn't do as much to clear my head as I'd hoped, since the sensation of my chest pressing against Anne's breasts was quite frankly amazing. Anne must have sensed or noticed something, because she gave me a squeeze and stepped back. I was sorry to break contact, but it did finally help my head clear.
"That was amazing!" I said with feeling. "And I wish--" I stopped myself from saying anything, barely remembering the wishing ring in time. "I mean, if we weren't in public like this..." I glanced up to meet her eyes and we shared a smile.
"Yeah, I'm pretty much feeling the same way." Anne admitted.
"Hoo-kay," I shook my arms out and bounced on my toes. I felt as tense as I did before a big meet. I'd run track in high school, and even though I hadn't joined the college team the tricks to limber up were still second nature. I noticed Anne giving me an approving once-over as I stretched, no freshmen 15 on me. I wished my erection away, again, thankful that at least I didn't have to worry about blue balls any more.
"So, where were you headed before everything happened?" I asked.
"God, it seems so long ago." Anne ran her hand through her hair. "I was headed to the boutique to do some shopping."
"Lets finish your errands then!" I suggested.
"Katie said you enjoyed going shopping with her." Anne smiled. "That sounds nice."
I picked up my shirt, we'd dropped it during our kiss, and brushed it off before holding it out to her. "Did you want to, ah?" I shook it at her, glancing at her chest.
Anne looked down, then over at herself in her car's side mirror. The stretchy red material showed off her breasts wonderfully, and more distractingly, her still perked nipples. "I normally wear a jogging bra under this, but it was still sweaty from my workout." She took the shirt from me and put it on, letting it hang open the way I ordinarily wear it. She didn't seem embarrassed, by either her nips or my alluding to them. It covered up her lack of a bra, and even though I suggested she wear it I was a little sorry she'd agreed.
I caught myself wishing that her nipples would be perky like that whenever we were together. I half choked, then wished the ring wouldn't grant my idle wishes any more, just the ones I intended to happen. I glanced over at Anne, who was watching me with a bemused smile. She ran her hands down my shirt, lightly cupping her breasts for an instant. "So, how do I look?"
"You look good, great!" I said. I mean, she'd have looked good in a gunny sack, but the shirt made her look younger somehow, more playful perhaps. Or maybe I was just seeing what I wanted to, after she'd come onto me like that.
"Thanks! Though I don't think you're an impartial judge at this point." She took my hand, gave me a peck on the cheek, and we started walking.
As we passed the hardware store I suddenly remembered I was supposed to be working. I silently wished my shift had ended when I followed the old lady to the bus and crossed my fingers that it had worked. Anne seemed content to just hold my hand so I had some time to think. I was thrilled about going out with her, even if it was just because of the ring, but wasn't sure what Katie and my friends would think about it.
Well no, the guys who'd met Anne would be green with envy, and a couple might make passes at her. Katie's female friends would probably be pissed at me, even if Katie was somehow okay with it. Okay, not 'somehow', I could wish her to be okay with it. Hell, I could wish to date both of them if I wanted!
That thought scared me. Not that I couldn't handle having two girlfriends who were mother and daughter, but that I might go power-mad using the ring.
I noticed we were walking slower, and that Anne's hand was shaking.
"What's up?" I asked.
"What, what if whatever happened to my clothes happens again?" Anne looked at me teary-eyed.
"Hey, hey!" I pulled her into a hug. "I'm here to protect you, whatever might happen." I felt kind of awful being the source of her anxiety and also profiting from reassuring her. Anne gave me a quick squeeze and stepped back.
"Thanks Joe, you've been a prince." She wiped a tear away. "Who'd have thought all it took to steal my daughter's boyfriend away would be him seeing me stark naked on the side of the road?"
"Hey, don't talk like that." I frowned. "I don't understand what happened to your clothes, but my feelings aren't as fickle as all that." I scuffed my shoe on the sidewalk. "I've kinda had a thing for you since Katie introduced us."
"Hmm, you're much nicer than the usual jocks she brings home." She smiled slightly.
I rolled my eyes. "Come on, lets go shopping. Retail therapy, am I right?"
"You're just hoping I'll model some underwear for you." She teased.
"Oh, eventually I suppose." She stared at me. "What, you don't like showing off for your boyfriend?" I wiggled my eyebrows.
Anne turned to face me, pulled my shirt open and stuck her chest out. If anything her nipples looked even perkier than before. She folded the shirt closed with a snap and gave me an arch look. "What do you think?" She asked. "I'm still--horny--" she whispered "from being--naked--" she whispered again, "and making out with you earlier."
"I think I should have asked you to drive me home." I said ruefully.
"There still time." Anne said. "Come on, I desperately need some panties." She turned ad started walking.
I stepped up next to her and put an arm around her waist. "Ida know," I slid my hand down to squeeze her ass cheek. "Knowing you're commando has me pretty turned on too."
"You're a cute kid Joe, now get your hand off my ass, at least in public." Anne replied.
"Yes Maam!" I gave her another squeeze and let go.
The boutique had an array of women's clothing, from business formal to dress formal and a wide range of casual in between. Anne had intended to look for a new purse. Instead she pulled half a dozen outfits down and had me trail after her while she chatted with the clerk. I was startled how much a bra her size cost, and how many she had to try on to find one that fit.
"Okay Joe," she said stepping out of the changing booth. She had on my shirt and a pair of designer jeans she'd selected earlier, and I assumed a pair of panties since she'd grabbed several of them to try on as well. "This is the strapless beige," she turned so I could admire her from the side. "Does it look better or worse than the almond one I had on earlier?"
The clerk was positively cackling. I don't know what Anne had said to her, but she'd found my frequent blushing and stammering highly amusing pretty much the entire time we'd been shopping.
"I, um, can't see the difference?" I thought seriously about making a wish that I had just dragged her into the backseat of her car instead of suggesting shopping.
Anne gave the clerk a look, rolling her eyes. "Here, I'll make it easier." Anne swiftly removed her top and handed it to me, standing there in just the jeans and bra in question. "You see? The demi cups support, separate, and constrain my bosom while leaving my upper chest bare for formal gowns." She turned and stepped into the booth unhooking the bra and removing it while her back was to me. In a flash she had another bra in place and turned to face me as she reached behind to hook it. "While this almond one has more natural shaping that enhances my cleavage." She posed, one foot slightly in front of the other with her knee bent. The clerk had a coughing fit she was laughing so hard.
I waited for my pulse to stop racing. "I think there are good things to be said for either bra, and that if you've found two that fit well and are comfortable you should buy them both." I replied finally.
"Oh, he's a keeper alright!" Roared the clerk as she nodded at Anne.
"Fine, I'll wear this one out, if you could get the tag?"
The clerk snipped the tag off it and a green v-neck sweater and hauled Anne's other selections up to the counter. Anne sinuously pulled on the sweater, unselfconsciously "fluffing" her breasts so the sweater showed a deep well of cleavage. She stepped close and put her arms around me.
"I hope this makes up for making you stand around all this time?" Anne whispered to me, tipping her head to the side and brushing her lips against mine.
"Completely!" I said and kissed her hungrily.