Aisha chuckled, and threw her arms at her sides. Even before her change, Aisha wouldn't have thought much of this request, if not anything at all. It would have been strange, for certain, but Mary was her friend. If she wanted to touch her breasts, she had done nothing to revoke that kind of privilege. As far as Aisha was concerned, Mary wanting to touch her new breasts was like a doctor seeing her naked. "Sure! Go ahead!"
Mary looked at Aisha with some hesitation, and then turned her attention to her breasts, and then back to Aisha. "A-Are you sure? Like, it wasn't too much to- You're okay with- You're not weirded out?" Aisha shrugged, still smiling. "I don't see why not. Go ahead." Mary reached out her hands, paused, and then proceeded to grope Aisha's breasts. Mary's closed her eyes, smiled, and sighed. "Oh... Oh, wow. They feel... Oh, man..." Mary began squeezing them, and moved her hands underneath Aisha's sweatshirt and T-shirt, feeling and fondling them, skin to skin. Aisha chuckled, amused at the look of pure bliss washing over her friend's face. After about 30 seconds of feeling them, Mary opened her eyes, and quickly pulled her hands off of Aisha's breasts and out from under Aisha's clothes.
"SORRY. I don't- I mean, thanks. I just- I didn't think you would... I really just thought- I wanted to- Thanks." Aisha nodded, smirking, and opened the door. Something was off about Mary today, but Aisha saw no reason for alarm. Besides, she had actually quite enjoyed the sensation just then. "So, you want to go to the mall now? Or do you want to do that again?", Aisha asked jokingly.