The two of you continued on your "date". You walked, all while still holding hands, for about half an hour before you stopped to take a short break. You were sitting on a bench, with one leg crossed over the other, waiting patiently for Adam to return. After another minute, Adam came back and handed you a bottle of water. "Oh? Thanks babe." You say in response. "Haha, pretending to be his girlfriend is actually really fun" you thought.
"Yeah. Uh, sure..." says Adam, who immediately begins taking quick sips from his coffee. When he stops to sit down next to you, you quickly steal a sip too. "Hey! Get your own damn coffee if you wanted one. You asked for a water, so I got you a water."
You grin mischievously back at him. "So what? I am your girlfriend. That means I am entitled to a sip of your drink. And speaking of, blagh. I didn't know you liked it black. You should seriously try getting a lattè or something next time. They taste way better."
"Right... Anyways, let's just continue the walk" suggested Adam, sounding a lot less motivated than before. Even a little bit depressed even. Picking up on that, you didn't hold his hand this time and just held your water quietly. After a few minutes of just the sound of your heels clicking on the sidewalk, did you finally speak up. "You ok babe?"
Adam looks at you, still annoyed with being called "babe", but just sighs "nah, just ran into an old ex back at the coffee stand. That gold digging bitch apparently found a real sucker that even put a ring on her and everything. I kind of feel bad for the guy even."
"Sounds like a total bitch to me" you comment. Surprisingly way more cold sounding than you intended. You even felt a bit guilty as you were only pretending to date him as his girlfriend for $500 too. Though, that was his own fault for suggesting it in the first place. You picked up his hand again.
"Yeah, hell fucking no. Thanks, but I don't need or want you of all people to comfort me."
"Well too bad. As your current girlfriend, it is my responsibility to comfort you, my boyfriend, when you are bothered by something or someone. I take my job seriously too. So you are just going to have to deal with me." You say while wrapping yourself around his right arm.
"Hey! Nope. Do not put my arm in you cleav-, er in between your man boobs." Adam said, quickly correcting his near slip.
"Aww, why? Are my tits not big enough for you, Adam?" You say while groping yourself, pushing your boobs together to make them seem even larger with even deeper cleavage.
"Hehe, funny joke" awkwardly laughs Adam, as his face flushes noticeably red while he watches you play with your breasts.
"You are actually allowed to touch them you know. I give you permission, as your girlfriend. Just, um, please be a bit gental and please don't squeeze them too hard okay."
You watch as his face scrunches up at your proposal, obviously conflicted about how to answer back. He raises a hand as you push forward your chest as best you can. Mear inches away, he pulls his hand back. "Ohohoh, close one. But I'm not falling for it. You may look like a girl at the moment, but I know you are not a real one."
That didn't stop you from taking a step forward, pushing your left tit into his right hand, letting out a rather girly gasp as he squeezed it a bit too quickly out of his reaction. "Woah, uh sorry." He quickly apologizes, but you just make sure that you are holding his hand down on your boob. "Maybe I could give them a check I guess. For science."
"Yeah sure, whatever. Hey if we are going to do this, we should get off of the main path first". You both move over out of sight behind some trees and bushes and he begins to feel up your boobs. His touch felt surprisingly good, and was admittedly turning you on. Was he always this good at massaging boobs? You could get use to this.
10 minutes of breast fondling later, had left you extremely horny. And you sort of realized that you might actually even want to fuck Adam. Maybe. You at least had considered it briefly while he was groping you. You didn't think you were gay, but... since you are a woman and all now, could it really even be considered gay? He was your best friend too. You had never even considered this to become a possiblity. And there was no mental influences to your knowledge from the book. You were currently sitting in his lap, back facing him with his hands on your tits and handsom face hovering over your left shoulder.