"Mmm," Mary purred happily. "Thank goodness you're a good kisser! Or is that another thing I can thank the Changer for?"
"Perhaps you inspire me to new feats of kissitude."
'Kissitude'? "Did I just suck all your brains out?"
"Nah, but you're welcome to give it another shot."
We were interrupted by someone clearing her throat nearby. I'd gotten so used to being ignored that it startled me and I scooted away from Mary like her mother had caught us necking on the family couch. I blushed as I realized it wasn't much worse: a female bicycle cop was standing just a couple feet away. Her partner stood with their bikes a ways off. Close enough to cover her back or radio for help if things went south, not close enough to be intimidating. I wondered how often they got jumped approaching couples in the park.
She stared at each of us in turn, giving a faint quirk of her lips as she looked at me, and a brief frown at Mary's chest. I felt red enough to pass for a tomato.
"Nothing in city ordinances prevents people from enjoying each other's company in public places, but we do ask that you keep things PG."
"Sorry Officer," Mary said contritely, "we got a little carried away."
"Yes well," the cop paused again, staring for a moment at my chest, "perhaps you should find somewhere else to make up. Yvonne's Closet, or the Trackwear franchise on Third street." She looked at Mary again. The two of them stared at each other for a couple breaths. I got the impression that on some level a battle was being waged, but couldn't quite figure out what was going on.
"Yes." Mary said finally in clipped tones. "What a good idea, thank you!"
The cop nodded to us and walked back to her partner.
"Come on Steve," Mary said standing up. "time to go somewhere else; this place has gone flat."
I took the hand Mary offered me and stood up. As we walked I glanced back at the cops. The woman was glaring at Mary, the man was watching her ass with a certain wistfulness.
"Bitch. Utter, skanky, narrow-assed bitch.." Mary muttered under her breath as we got back on the sidewalk and turned to head downtown.
"Mer? What on earth?"
"Yvonne's Closet." She said, spitting the words out. "Is a women's clothing store catering to "fringe" tastes, like exhibitionism. And Trackwear sells custom sports bras."
"I, oh." I took a breath and let it out. "That *was* pretty bitchy."
We walked for a while and I noticed that as large as they were, Mary's breasts didn't bounce nearly as much as I thought they would.
She sighed finally and looked over at me. "Actually, we probably should hit Trackwear, my back's starting to hurt, and I'm likely to cause an accident unless I get these under wraps." she said gesturing at her chest.
"I've got my wallet." I said, trying to sound confident.
"You're sweet!" She said and stopped to give me a peck on the lips. "Now that I have pockets again," she fished around and withdrew a debit card. "I am no longer at the world's mercy!"
"Hurrah!" I cheered and put an arm around her waist, resisting the urge to let it slide down for a grope. Her ass did look fantastic in those shorts.