The night is still young.

So are you and your best friend RD, already feeling the life you’re going to share together as though all of it already happened, despite the fact neither of you have even turned 20 yet.

The life you’ve gone through so far already feels pretty jam packed with more than enough twists and turns, at least to the two of you so far.

Both of you are convinced that you didn’t just now share a “mushy moment” together where you did things that aren’t as cool or badass as doing a backflip on a bike speeding off of a ramp over five buses. You watch your best friend quickly go back to upholding her usual tough and hardcore demeanor that’s temporarily done being out on hold tonight.

That same boyish attitude from her that you used to hate whenever she got arrogant or territorial with you. The same side of her that brags about defeating you on the soccer field with a stride that carries a self-pat of the back for even cutting her own hair.

That’s some wild confidence she has there, way too much for one person. And all of your friends could see it. It must have been hard for RD to make friends with other kids in the neighborhood back in the day; the girls all wanted to do things she thought were soft and lame, and the boys didn’t want her to join them in doing the things she actually thought were cool and fun.

How wouldn’t she eventually build up a resilient, self-reliant personality that resisted social rejection of a girl acting and dressing like a competitive boy? A dandelion that grows out of a crack in the sidewalk is a tough fuckin’ dandelion. RD was weathering everything from thunderstorms to bike tires within a year or two, she even held her vulnerability inside when you had screamed at her in anger that one day.

That felt good at the time, a recollection you no longer even understand how you could possibly feel that way about RD. The room where all of that baggage was let go of in is up the stairs behind you as you gaze at her in disbelief of how much you used to despise her, the memories feeling like a different timeline or simply another person’s point of view to you now.

That other person being more normal in not wanting to hang around someone who messes with you and pushes you around out of some sense of superiority or self-importance. That girl you once again step outside with whom you used to never dream of going near this front door with.

But even with that, you still had a bit of a physical moment with her that one day that made you feel funny in a way that you didn’t know what it was yet… and out of every girl it could have been, it just HAD to be RD. It just had to be her presence and appearance to be what finally awakened something in you. There was no going back after that.

The rest of your friends moving away and leaving you alone in the neighborhood with this girl has been a blessing and a curse, and not in that order.

You almost want to kick yourself on every step down the scarcely lit sidewalk at night for not staying angry at her and not being able to keep hating her after various signs that she was still trouble for you. After she broke your video game console, among other things. You were almost free of her, back on the other side of this where you felt completely different than you feel now.

But no matter how mean she was to you, part of you just kinda started wanting to kiss her over time, but you didn’t want to admit it to yourself. Not even when your daydreams about RD ventured… much further than only kissing her.

RD’s simply got to be bad for you, you just know it.

The way she didn’t think the whole party thing all the way through when you wanted to hang out with her friends, the way she took those dirty videos of her friends but showed you as if it was no big deal, the way she…

The way she runs in front of you while she leads the way makes you never want to get past her.

Funny how this isn’t any different from how you’ve always felt about her beating you at video games; there’s just something sexy about even her attitude, at least to you right now.

Maybe that’s just the part of you talking that’s under her thumb after the strong bonding that was shared a little less than an hour ago. But RD always winning and ending up on top just feels too right when it’s between you and her. That’s why it was hard to tell her about it when she was clearly in the wrong due to the lack of guardrails in her mindset she had developed.

This girl can’t be good for your well-being, but you just can’t pull yourself away from her anymore. You’ve spent so much time around her that even the worst of her personality has grown on you, which is more than you can say regarding the worst of anyone else’s personalties.

Doesn’t mean she can’t still be a pain in the ass.

“You better not be getting tired already!” RD glances over her shoulder for a brief moment before disappearing around a corner.

It takes you several seconds to make your way to that same corner yourself, and that was apparently long enough for RD to make it to that next corner around a moderate-height hedge lining someone’s driveway.

She managed to outpace you this much even after packing a small bag full of whatever she apparently needed for the run this time. Part of you had expected her to make you carry it for her like shopping bags at the mall, but that doesn’t even sound lik-

“RAAHH!” RD materializes out of nowhere with her hands raised like claws of a tigress ready to tear you to shreds ~~again~~.

The way you yelped and jolted back sent RD into a momentary fit of cackling at you until you swallowed your heart back down from your throat.

"Don't get caught slackin', bro!" RD grins ear to ear to the sound of your wheezing. "C'mon, you gotta try to pass me! I'll go easy on you so you can do it."

"Oh fuck you, you got me..." You huff with your sweaty palms planted on your weak knees.

"Fuck you harder, bro~." RD smirks, keeping her tone indicating that she meant that in a platonic way despite the past event she's too cool right now to acknowledge the existence of.

"Well my heart's beating even faster now." You laugh along with her.

"That's the spirit." RD pats you on the lower back, notably close to your rear almost as though she was aiming for there but went a little too high. "Glad I can motivate you, dude."

With that comment, she is off once again, leading you to pursue her in the dark along the slightly rugged hedge lining the sidewalk you run on.

Might as well just weather the storm now.

You're begging your lungs not to collapse as you try your best to keep up after several more minutes of this fuckin' running thing you decided to do tonight. Step upon step across the pavement of the sidewalk doesn't make your feet hurt as much as it starts to make your ribcage hurt from the wheezing breaths entering and exiting you.

There are a few instances in which you could have sworn you heard RD snickering, but this doesn't register much with you since you're the one behind her back and not the other way around.

After several further minutes of running, you've already long forgotten about it in the wave of exhaustion that comes rushing in as your limit approaches. The boundary of your physical limit is probably right around the corner at the end of this long winding block.

The supposed snickering coming from RD sounds like it isn't going away, and is getting louder. You're starting to wonder if it's because you're falling behind further and further. That'd be the only way you'd still be able to hear it in the first place.

"Hey..." You pant with too much air rushing through your voice. "Wait up!"

"You have to go PAST your limit!" Urges RD. "C'mon, damn it! I can't torture you all night now!"

"I thought that's what you were trying to do!"

"You're not done until you hate me a little bit again, dude." RD challenges. "Go past your limit already! Catch up!"

Yeah, good luck with that at this point.

As soon as it gets to the point where you're two streetlights apart, you contemplate just walking back. But this thought doesn't last long in the fact that you're not going to get your "reward" if you give up now.

Keep your head tilted upward as the breeze brushes up against your chin, wheezing towards the pitch black sky that gets seldom interrupted by a glowing hum emitting from streetlights that sometimes light up a tree or side of a house that's close enough to it. Everything around you looks so tranquil and calm and yet you are sweating and dying as you once again push your body's limits as to have far you can run in one go. Your soreness has been making you almost numb ever since about halfway into this run so far.

You're not doing as well as you thought you would, though your expectations were to do just well enough to get into the shower with RD after all of this is over.

RD must have actually listened to your request to wait up, because you know for a fact you haven't been running fast enough to catch up to her without RD herself slowing down for you. A few streetlights illuminating your positions later and you're finally able to be in the same lit up circle of grass, concrete and asphalt as RD once again. And the closer your proximity to her becomes, the more you're starting to subtly expect her to begin to mock you for giving up and not applying yourself.

But if she's sweating just as much as you are -and it looks like she is- then you've probably stuck around for enough of this for the two of you to share fun-time together in the shower.

"Thanks for not dying on me yet, bro." RD glances back at you with a proud grin between worn out huffs. "See if you- OH MY GOSH!"

"What?"

"Behind you!" RD's glare turns almost horrified as she looks down towards the ground behind you.

You could barely see it after turning around, but enough could be seen to trigger your fight of flight response as the dark slithery form of what looks like a snake rests on the light sidewalk behind you. As soon as you start to move away from it, it immediately begins to pursue you.

"The fuck is that?"

"Bro, that shit's probably venomous. Don't go near it!"

"Oh fuck... oh fuck!"

When you pick up the pace, so does the snake, like it's trying to hunt you down despite how much clearly larger you are than it. That would definitely mean that it has venom to take down prey larger than itself, right?

It's surprising that you were able to even think about it that much at all, and you take off running while watching RD flee away from the snake on the sidewalk as well. She's not too keen on staying behind for you so much this time.

You almost got a good look at it when it was directly in the streetlight's glow... and that snake is shiny and almost as pitch black as the sky above outside of a red-purple hue it has to it, which spells out bad news if Kill Bill is any frame of reference to go by. But you had to get back to watching where you were going lest you trip over something sealing your fate.

Despite your immense exhaustion, you absolutely must outrun this thing, and it's not like a person can't run faster along a completely flat surface than a snake can slither. But as soon as you are back in the darkness, you can't see where the damn thing went.

So you simply keep running in the same direction regardless, as fast as you can, against your body's limits and pleas to stop.

Making sure this thing isn't right behind you, you continue glancing behind yourself just in case your luck ran away tonight and you have to try and catch back up to it as out of breath as you are.

Just barely in the darkness, thankfully since the sidewalk's pavement is so light-colored, it's a little easy to see to see the shape of the snake that's almost the length of your arm.

Your legs and lungs are screaming at you to just walk away from the snake instead of run, but this doesn't fare well as the snake is very clearly approaching you... you have to run.

There's no describing how much you hate having to pound the pavement with your shoes like this after wearing yourself out to such a painful degree. You can only go a few steps before your whole body feels like collapsing each time, but you keep going and going and going anyway. Looking back, you realize that the snake is still lurking in the shadows after you, weirdly determined to bite you or at least approach you.

"Fuck!"

It meanders closer to you, not seeming deterred by anything in this world or the next from making its way to you. You have no other choice to to at least try to stomp on it before it can bite you, not even paying attention to where RD might be in this moment. If anything, she better be getting ready to help you fight this thing off before someone has to call an ambulance or something. Are both of your phones back at her place? This can't be happening.

This can't be happening.

Where did RD go anyway? Your lagging brain partially starts to pick up on this as your instinctual reaction is still to keep persisting.

Menacingly, the snake inches ever so closer to you as you collapse to the ground wheezing in exhaustion and fear, no longer able to even respond in any other way at this point. Your vision has spots in it, your body has given up, and you're faced with the ugly choice of accepting your fate as you don't even have any stamina to lift your arm, let alone your leg to stomp on this thing. Just sit here and pray that this isn't real.

Well, prayer answered?

A barely visible string brushes against your arm, and it points directly at the now stationary snake that stopped moving towards you as soon as you fell.

Following the string with your finger to the back of your shorts, you take only a couple of seconds to put two and two together.

"Oh FUUUUUUUUUUCK you!!" You holler with your voice only able to raise to a hollow whisper as you double over in ashamed but vengeful hyperventilation.

RD's cackling unsurprisingly follows, but from an unexpected direction... the direction from which you came.

"You're... fucking... evil for that!" You roll around on the sidewalk, uncaring of how brutal the rough, solid concrete feels against your side and cheek.

"You ran right past me, bro!" RD gawks at you with an amazed stare that overshadows her mocking one. "Holy shit, I knew you could hustle."

"Wha... what the he..." You already feel like roadkill lying here like this, wheezing gulps of the cool night air. "Oh, fuck you for that!"

RD's laughter continues, but as another part of her stays impressed with how quickly she apparently saw you sprint out of nowhere. You hadn't even realized how fast you were going.

"F-fuck, y-" You start again as she sits you up.

"I know, fuck me, dude. You're right to say that this time, that was a dick move." RD holds back some more laughter. "You fucking ran HARD though, man!"

After a few minutes of you two resting in the grass after moving to the side from the sidewalk, RD starts to tell you how proud she is of you after you catch your breath.

"Congrats, dude. You don't have to run anymore, I'll just wind down with a bit of a workout session and we'll... head back." She winks. "You fuckin' earned it now, bro~"

Several more minutes pass until you're able to stand up again, but you're proud to do so, but lightly punch RD in the arm for that cruel little stunt she pulled off back there. She takes it with a grin and lets you strangle the cute little rubber snake in your grip.

You don't yet have enough energy to stay on your feet, and rest yourself back onto the curb with the rubber toy in your hands while RD paces around taking deep refreshing breaths and stretching her toned arms. You look around to see if anyone turned their lights on in response to the brief shouting they surely must have at least slightly overheard from inside.

"Before you say it, no I won't do that again." RD tells you with a bit of panting in her voice herself. "Congrats, though. I'm your fitness trainer now."

"O... kay..." You smile and give her a thumbs up, already plotting your playful revenge.

You're not entirely sure what she meant when she said that, it's not like she wasn't already your fitness trainer. Maybe she means that she's going to start being your fitness trainer more seriously? The sweat on her skin shines in the glow of the overhead streetlight behind her as you watch her chest huff in and out from both laughter and exhaustion. Her messy hair flings around as she shakes her head rapidly back and forth after letting out a loud sigh before gazing back down at you.

"I got a couple of dollars on me. Want me to get you something to drink?" You hot fitness trainer extends her hand down at you, offering to pull you back onto your feet.

"We can just have more orange juice at your place, though." You're starting to get more eager to get back to where that shower is as quickly as possible... if something you're thinking of doesn't end up panning out...

"Well I think we might be closer to that convenience store." RD looks around for a street sign she's sure is in the dark somewhere. "We can just walk back to my place when you're ready, if that works. Just sayin', it'll be less walking if we go the other way first."

"I think my mini heart attack recharged me a little but thanks."

"Awesome, bro." Your hot fitness trainer notices your eyes wandering a little bit on her, but simply takes in the attention you're giving her.

"You still have energy in you?" You ask. "You can get yourself something if you want."

"Me?" Scoffs RD. "I can go waaaaay longer without a Gatorade. Trust me."

"...I believe you."

"Follow me, I'll work up one last sweat, and then we can head back and hit the showers." Your hot fitness trainer gestures you to follow her.

"What, you're gonna show off again?" You raise an eyebrow at her.

"Uh, yeah?" Your hot fitness trainer RD stands with one hip jutted out and one hand planted onto it, letting you check out her bare glistening tummy. "Cause I know you're jealous anyway. C'mon, bro. You know it."

"Jealous is... part of it." You admire her toned tummy before moving your eyes a little upward to notice slight bumps from her erect nipples poking through her damp sports bra against the cool air making them react.

You momentarily follow her, now casually strolling down the sidewalk at night with your fitness trainer RD as she begins to touch up on the topic of marathons and [x meter] dashes. Neither of you walk for very long, and stand around talking together after several more minutes, but you're both on your way back to her place already.

Being in close proximity to her now has you paying more attention to her features once again... Such a fit and sexy girl just waiting for your eyes to admire her form she's worked so hard on for so long.

There's this silent agreement between the two of you that there's something incredibly lewd about pretending you haven't gotten dirty together yet, like she's just your fitness trainer congratulating you on a great jog and now wants you to join her in working out a little more if you'd like. And you're starting to feel more and more in the mood by the minute the longer you're this close to your hot sweaty fitness trainer...

There’s something about the way your fitness trainer looks that just drives you wild.

She’s talking about your cardiovascular system and how you need to whip it into shape over the course of a couple of months… but your circulatory system is whipping something in the front of your shorts into shape just for her over the course of a couple of minutes.

You’ve always felt a strong connection to that smooth flat tummy of hers, eyeing how she has it completely exposed for you with so much bare skin of her fit feminine curves on display.

She’s very proud of her body, probably not aware of how much arousal it truly makes you feel to see so little clothing on that healthy form of hers.

You can envision her nudity with accuracy from this, not having to do a lot to undress her with your eyes while forgetting everything she’s saying in the powerful wave after wave onslaught of distracting sexual thoughts.

She noticed you very blatantly ogling her… but does nothing about this. Doesn’t even give you the classic “eyes up here” or anything of the sort.

Your hot fitness trainer simply lets you stare and stare and stare…

She must know it’s at least partially sexual from the way your eyes are curiously checking out, and where they’re constantly going on her delicious body.

You’re definitely acknowledging and admiring how healthy your fitness trainer is too. You’ve noticed that for sure. Softly blended abs intertwined with her fitness are her beautiful sexual attributes that are making you get all hard for her.

Your fitness trainer’s firm and noticeable abs are a feature of her smooth flat tummy. Leading to the widening curves of her sexy hips hugged a little tightly by the stretchy waistband of her conforming spandex shorts.

The skin of your fitness trainer’s thighs is smooth, and there’s a delightful balance of softness and firmness from her muscles that you’d love to run your humbly massaging hands up and down the lengths of…

Your fitness trainer’s covered but still decipherable buttcheeks have a similar balance of softness and firmness. You confirm this with a few grabs of your hands reaching around to behind her as she’s talking to you. Your hot fitness trainer has so many sexy squeezable features she takes very reasonable care of.

Her reaction to you suddenly reaching around and groping her is a lot more positive and approving than if it were any other girl. She does trail off and stop what she’s saying, but her voice fails to stop a hint of delight slip out before falling silent as she feels your curious hands start to enjoy her body.

Maybe the excuse that you’re just feeling how in-shape she is can be used at first. Except for when your bold squeezes onto her ass linger and become obvious your just feeling her for pleasure and arousal. But she doesn’t want to protest, and consensually allows you to continue eagerly exploring her sexy body~

She could already see the tent giving away how erect you’re getting for her. But now she can feel your obvious erection prodding up against her as her hips subconsciously magnetize towards yours… your crotch makes it clear what you want while bumping into her crotch with nothing between the natural conclusion to this request but a couple of layers of fabric… There’s no more pretending she doesn’t know exactly what this really is.

Your welcomed sexual advances upon your hot fitness trainer continue, saying more than you’d be able to get across with words right now.

Your fitness trainer’s smooth toned tummy breathes in and out against your hands that started caressing her bare midriff up and down. You’re really, really examining how smooth and kissable her still slightly glistening skin is.

Already kissing your fitness trainer’s sexy bare tummy with your hands, you gently drag your fingertips over her cute bellybutton you’ve gotten so familiar with. She sucks her tummy in a little when your touch tickles her, a hesitant but excited approval of your lustful examination of her noticeably toned abs.

When you go back to flat-palmed caressing, the slender and curvy volume of your hot fitness trainer’s bare midriff is all yours for the taking in this moment. Her breaths become longer and more drawn out to your hands gliding up and down her exposed midriff’s soft, smooth skin.

There’s less give from her firm muscles when your hands push against them, a lewd testament to your hot fitness trainer’s stubborn hard work on herself over time.

RD has become weak to this kind of contact, this kind of explorative admiration.

Your hands are sure to give her strong arms and shoulders attention too, with a lustful grip that starts by holding both of her hands with fingers interlocked for half a minute, then moves to her wrists and up her forearms where the muscle really starts up, then begins to gently squeeze a few times after grazing past her elbows and feeling her firm upper arm muscles, with her biceps responsively flexing against your thumbs and her triceps responsively flexing against your four opposing fingers…

Your hot fitness trainer’s eyes light up while locked with yours as your hands move to her firm shoulders and gently massage them. She licks her lips before uttering out a couple of words again:

“How do you really want our training session to go?” Her voice feels quietly wanting in a way that’s poorly kept a secret.

You want to kiss her lips she just licked~

Your hot fitness trainer’s question is answered very honestly… with an initially gentle but sustained kiss after kiss between her lips and yours you initiate. This answer becomes even more honest when your curious hands move to groping your fitness trainer's soft pair of tits through her sports bra~

She mentioned this like this was still just a training session where you’re comparing her fitness to yours, but that lie came out of the same mouth that now kisses yours back little by little. You shamelessly grope your hot fitness trainer’s soft rack more sincerely as you indulge in the taste of her lips she just licked for longer and longer into this “training session”…

It’s a date, now~

You’re already fully erect while on this date with your hot fitness instructor…

“Mmmmhh~” She unintentionally moans into your mouth as her not-so-secret approval of your advances slips out again, turning into groans as the liplocking deepens and deepens~

You can feel your prodding tongue eventually find her tongue… it's barely been more than an hour or two since the last time, but she already missed this so...

Your hot fitness trainer can’t help but lean into you while your hands eagerly feel her up. This date now consists of your roaming hands feeling up your hot fitness trainer all up and down her exposed tummy and lower back whenever not lustfully copping a feel of her soft boobies through her sports bra~

Your hot fitness trainer gradually begins to encourage you to redouble your sexual advances upon her mouth and body…

Your grazing fingers can still feel your hot fitness trainer’s sexy cleavage through the thin clingy fabric of her dark elastic sports bra. Your playful grabbing and kneading of her supple breasts through her small top is making her perky nipples underneath start to harden again in response~

"Wanna chase me~?" RD coos.

Neither of you had to say anything more... and you're once again after her, and she's making sure not to get too far ahead... not even after several more minutes of tiring running.

Following your best friend and fitness trainer RD down another street, you can’t stop wheezing in exhaustion as you keep up with her. But you can’t keep your eyes off of her luscious buttocks getting hugged by those conforming spandex shorts of hers.

You can hear her wheezing in exhaustion too as she runs ahead of you. You’re determined to stay caught up with RD, eyeing her fit body up and down every time you see her under another streetlight like a spotlight on her in a vast pitch black stage...

Your shadow stretches forward towards your sexy fitness trainer RD as you leave the glow of the streetlight after her, almost like it's reaching out to grab her and claim her like she secretly wants you to.

Her damp hair is too short to move around a whole lot, but her thighs and buttcheeks are putting on a bit of a show for you. Shaking a little to each impact of her steps.

You recognize where the two of you are headed as she begins to drastically slow down to a walk. RD turns onto the small path leading to the new playground, huffing as her eyes lock onto the monkey bars.

"C'mon, you really surprised I wanted to stop here?" RD glances back at you with a knowing grin, widening it immediately after seeing yours. "We're always gonna hang out here, dude."

So this is where the two of you are going to continue having fun being horny and dumb together.

RD deliberately swings her hips to each step, knowing your eyes are drinking in every last bit of her sexy awesomeness. Without another word, RD menacingly saunters over to the monkey bars and leaps up to grab them. But there's not enough energy in her to even do more than three pull-ups...

But knowing that you're not only watching her, but there's also enough of the orange glow from the nearby lamp post reaching her to make it clear how many pull-ups she's doing, RD struggles on in order not o be caught slipping right in front of you.

"Urgh!!" RD sneers at the metal bar above her nose before grumbling with surprised determination that can't quite bring energy out of her that doesn't exactly exist right now. "Damn it..."

You can see the muscles on her arms tightly flexing as she does anything she can to do another pull-up. RD eventually makes it to either five or six pull ups before she's doing more shaking than pulling. This is it, that limit of her own that she pretends every day isn't there, so long as she gets to get across to you that she's invincible and an unstoppable force of nature to be reckoned with.

You, meanwhile, are still pitching and erection in your pants just for RD... and you don't want to wait any longer, taking her already sent out invitation to "join" her workout session.

You strike while her strong tired arms are occupied, grabbing her from behind and ambushing her sweaty sports bra with a grab.

Her sweaty palms slip off of the bar they were holding, she lets out an excited yelp, her soft chest underneath her invaded sports bra delectably gives way to the greedy kneading of your hands. You manage to bearhug RD from behind with the side of your face sliding against her slippery, slightly rippled back before you gradually take her down to the ground with you.

Your hands intensify what they were just doing, which makes RD nervously squeal in response to you bold and sudden advances. She doesn't realize what's happening until a few seconds of horny struggling expire to the feeling of the cool nighttime breeze directly licking both of her bare nipples, prompting them to begin to stiffen even more...

Skin glistening with sweat, RD clumsily fumbles with her wet and mangled sports bra, unable to untangle it enough to pull it all the way back down over her jiggling exposed tits~

“Bro, what did you…” RD fails to cover up her breasts, her sexy nipples frequently peeking out no matter what she does~ “what did you do to my top?”

She glances around in case someone may be nearby enough to notice her state of public exposure…

“Bro, the fuck did y-mmmmph!” RD loses what she was about to say into the kiss that makes her hands forget what they were doing. “Mmmmwhuh… wha-mmm…”

You lock your lips onto RD’s lips again and again while she adorably fails to talk into your mouth past the wet soft smacking sounds turning this conversation into a make-out session…

“Muh-mmmm my y-you-mmmmhhh~” RD lets you enjoy the taste of her lips before the kiss deepens to include the taste of her tongue… “M-m-mmmmmmhhh… hhmmmhhh~… mmmmmhhhh~…” Her muffled moans becomes relaxed as she feels your tongue defeating hers… “…mmmmmmmmmmmhhh~…”

So much of her doesn’t want to stop you from getting her out of her damp mangled sports bra.

The deep kissing must feel too irresistibly good for RD not to longingly kiss back against. “Mmmhh…” She accepts the ‘mushyness’ once again, unable to do anything about how good this feels.

You continue to work RD’s sports bra off of her healthy sweaty body. The dampness of the fabric stubbornly stays almost stuck against RD’s sexy sweaty skin, her firm muscles of her rippled back only holding onto that damp fabric for so long before leaving her soft sweaty boobies on their own barely inside of their soggy fabric prison.

That moist fabric was already helping the slight night breeze force RD’s sexy perky nipples into full stiff erection, making being covered feel kind of pointless. But RD’s areolae keep peeking out of her sports bra that is too tangled and maladjusted to function properly, begging to just be set free.

Despite your hot fitness trainer’s nervous but playful panicking, you force her sports bra far up enough to break the tension with her pair of soft perky breasts and make them bounce out into the open in public.

“Mmmmmphhhh~ Mmmm… mmmwuh…” RD moans into the kiss once again before it breaks, but never moves her mouth far enough away from yours to make the string of saliva break while she softly begs you in the couple of seconds before the liplocking is reconnected: “bro… if I run with my tits out like this… they’re gonna bounce arou-mmmph… mmmmmmmph~…”

You grope the glistening softness of your best friend’s naked tits, her perky nipples hardening all the way in response to being fully exposed to the cool night air…

RD playfully allows your hands to forcefully guide the back of her damp sports bra up her rippled back past her firm shoulders with the sides getting caught in her smooth armpits. But the back of the garment gets stuck in being pulled over RD’s head, dragging across her short damp hair and making it messier. But then the tension breaks and the sweaty sports bra is now tangled around RD’s toned upper arms~

Lost in the on-and-off open mouth liplocking, RD doesn’t think to make any effort to prevent her mangled sports bra from finding its way to her wrists...

The taste and feeling of this long deep kiss has RD virtually tranquillized with her mind spinning with jumpy lust~

You let her enjoy the prolonged liplocking for as long as you both want, as you enjoy the wetness of her tongue’s taste and the cushion of her lips latching with your mouth again and again and again…

The long makeout session had to turn back into a 'workout session' eventually.

Stars pepper RD’s lidded eyes after the kiss now breaks far apart enough to finally break every strand of saliva between your mouths.

RD’s short damp hair is messier than you’ve ever seen it. She dizzily tries to stay balanced as the two of you rise to your feet after several minutes of making out.

“Wha…? Wh-bro!” RD blushes heavily and cups her hands over her completely topless breasts~ “My sports bra!”

Her exhaustion and soreness from showing off has caught up to her as she fails to snatch the removed article of clothing from your grip.

“My turn to prank you…” You take off running, not too quickly as to give her time to stay caught up with you.

The aggressive growl RD lets out as she pursues you has some giggling mixed into it while she keeps one arm over her soft exposed breasts while she chases after you in her public toplessness.

Her strong but tired arm isn’t enough to keep her bare chest from bouncing every time she takes a hasty step.

RD’s hard perky nipples peek out at least a little bit for every new sidewalk and path she follows you down, and she knows it. Most of the pursuit is shrouded in darkness away from streetlights and such that allows RD to run properly with her arms away from her chest without anyone around able to see how deliciously her naked breasts are wildly bouncing, no longer covered or bound by her sports bra…

“You’re… lucky I… already… tired myself out!” RD vows to catch up to you anyway even as her soft jiggling attributes slow her down enough to slightly delay this even if her heart has been truly in it to stop you right away.

The tail of the rubber snake dangles out of her small side bag she doesn't think to try to "dress" herself with, not like that thing would cover much anyway.

Neither of you are going anything past a casual jogging speed anyway, due to both of you already having run out of enough steam to run with effort, let alone sprint.

Not even the end of another block is reached before you collapse once again, bluntly reminded that you're still not that in-shape yet. Now your body HAS to relax.

RD collapses next to you in the grass you chose to fall onto but doesn't reach for her sports bra that's in your weakening grasp. She instead looks around to see if there's any way someone can see the two of you in this dark vantage point tucked away in the shadows out of reach of the nearest streetlight. No view from someone's window, so view from any car that might be driving down the street.

The fact that neither of you have encountered any cars says a lot about how late at night it must be by now. Maybe that convenience store isn't even open anymore; you'd have had to wait until morning.

Even through the rampant darkness, you can make out the beautiful sight of RD's naked perky breasts heaving up and down with her sexy labored breaths that get closer to your face while the two of you close in for another kiss. She wasn't even trying to cover them anymore this time; no need to.

"Mmmmmmhh~... ngh... f-fuck, bro. I thought someone was gonna see me." RD breathes against your mouth, lips quickly locking with yours for the thousandth time that's still nowhere near enough. "We gotta do this next time..."

"Fuck... yeah. We totally should."

"I've... mmph~... I've never run around topless in public before. Holy fuck there's something about that, bro. here's something awesome about that." RD arches her back and leans her tits into your cupping grabs as soon as she feels you fondling her goods again. "The same feeling I'd gotten from when I was... doing all that naughty shit. Filming my friends..."

She kisses you again with a whimper of guilt as she remembers what she had to delete.

"We could have gotten fuckin' caught, dude. I'm so fucking mad at you but like... holy fuck... we gotta do that again..." She signs.

You can one again see the stars in her lustfully lidded eyes, even in the darkness of your tucked away little corner together. Eventually, you hand your fitness trainer her sports bra back, promising with your own eyes with a similar gaze as hers that the two of you WILL resume this next time when you actually have the energy once again to jog around together with RD... feeling that thrill of almost getting caught jogging topless in public.

"We are so doing that again like in a couple of days." RD repeats.

"Totally."

"And got damn, dude. You did amazing tonight." Compliments RD with a pat on your back before beginning to figure out which part of her sports bra she's looking at so she can fit it over her head.

"I'm glad I impressed you." You smirk at her with a peck on the the cheek she chuckles appreciatively to.

"Wanna hit the showers now?" RD finally brings up as she stretches her sports bra back over herself. "I think we've tolerated eachother long enough to get that familiar, eh?" She gives you a cute wink.

You nod, she continues.

"I got fun ideas we'll both like, bro. Let's go."

Author's Note

(the chapter became so long that I've split it into two, but the next update is already mostly done as I type this message)